(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 cherI don't consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone[PIERRE]My face, already paleBecomes distorted by furyI seize you by the collar with my big big handsAnd I shake you from side to sideUntil your face shows a sufficient degree of terrorWhen 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 blackguardAnd I don't know what deprives me of the pleasureOf 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 lettersSecond, tomorrow you must get out of Moscow[ANATOLE]But how can I?[PIERRE]ThirdYou must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the CountessNow I know I can't prevent your doing soBut if you have a spark of conscience—Pierre paces the room several times in silence[ANATOLE]Anatole sits at a table frowning and biting his lips[PIERRE]After all, you must understandThat besides your pleasureThere is such a thing as other peopleAnd their happiness and peaceAnd that you are ruining a whole lifeFor the sake of amusing yourself!Amuse yourself with women like my wifeWith them you're within your rightsBut to promise a young girl to marry herTo deceive, to kidnapDon't you understand that that's as cruelAs beating an old man or a child?[ANATOLE]Well, I don't know about that, eh?I don't know that and I don't want toBut you have used such words to me“Scoundrel” and so onWhich as a man of honorI will not allow anyone to use[PIERRE]Is it satisfaction you want?[ANATOLE]You could at least take back your words, eh?If you want me to do as you wish?(Natasha drinks the poison.)[PIERRE]Fine, I take them back, I take them back!And I ask you to forgive meAnd if you require money for your journey—[ANATOLE]Anatole smiledThe reflection of that base and cringing smileWhich Pierre knew so well in his wifeRevolted him[PIERRE]Oh, vile and heartless brood![ANATOLE]Next day Anatole leftFor Petersburg!