In My House

MARYA D.

You shameless good-for-nothing

You vile, shameless girl

In my house

In my house

A nice girl! Very nice!

You dirty nasty wench of a thing

Now don鈥檛 you say one word

In my house

In my house

Horrid girl, hussy!

It鈥檚 lucky for him he escaped, but I鈥檒l find him

Now you listen to me when I speak to you!

Now you listen to me when I speak to you!

In my house!

In my house!

Do you hear what I am saying or not?

SONYA

Natasha鈥檚 whole body shook

With noiseless, convulsive sobs

Marya touched her hand to her face

NATASHA

Don鈥檛 touch me!

Let me be! What is it to me? I shall die!

MARYA D.

What are we to tell your father? Eh?

In my house!

In my house!

What are we to tell Prince Andrey? Eh?

Oh what do we tell your betrothed?

NATASHA

I have no betrothed, I have refused him!

SONYA

Natasha, come here, kiss me

Press your wet face to mine

NATASHA

Don鈥檛 touch me!

MARYA D.

Why didn鈥檛 he come to the house?

Why didn鈥檛 he openly ask for your hand?

You were not kept under lock and key!

Carrying you off like some Gypsy girl!

And if he had carried you off, don鈥檛 you think your father would have found him?

Your father, I know him

He will challenge him to a duel and what then?

Will that be all right? Eh?

He鈥檚 a scoundrel, he鈥檚 a wretch! That鈥檚 a fact!

NATASHA

He is better than any of you I say

He is better than any of you I say

Why did you interfere! Oh God, what is it all?!

What is it?!

Who are you to tell me anything?!

Sonya, why?!

Go away!

Everyone, go away!

Marya Dmitryevna tried to speak again but Natasha cried out

Go away! Go away! You all hate and despise me!

And she threw herself down on the sofa

MARYA D.

Natasha!

Natalya...

I put a pillow under her head

Covered her with two quilts

Brought her a glass of lime-flower water

But Natasha did not respond

Well, let her sleep

Let her sleep

NATASHA

But Natasha was not asleep

Her face was pale

Her eyes wide open

All that night she did not sleep or weep

She sat at the window

Waiting for him