(During this scene, Natasha prepares to poison herself.)

[PIERRE]
You promised Countess Rostova to marry her and were about to elope, is that so?

[ANATOLE]
Mon cher
I don’t consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone

[PIERRE]
My face, already pale
Becomes distorted by fury
I seize you by the collar with my big big hands
And I shake you from side to side
Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror
When I tell you I must talk to you!

[ANATOLE]
Come now, this is stupid!
What what, don’t don’t!

[PIERRE]
You’re a scoundrel and a blackguard
And I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure
Of smashing your head in with this!
(He takes a heavy paperweight and lifts it threateningly, but at once puts it back in its place.)

Did you promise to marry her?

[ANATOLE]
I didn’t think of it. I never promised, because—

[PIERRE]
Have you any letters of hers?
Any letters?
I shan’t be violent, don’t be afraid

(Anatole hands Pierre a pack of letters.)

First, the letters
Second, tomorrow you must get out of Moscow

[ANATOLE]
But how can I?

[PIERRE]
Third
You must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the Countess
Now I know I can’t prevent your doing so
But if you have a spark of conscience—
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