[BOLKONSKY]I've agedI've aged so very muchI fall asleep at the tableMy napkin drops to the floorI'm full of childish vanitiesI forget thingsAnd I live in the pastI've aged so very muchPeople enjoy me thoughI come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat and powdered wigAnd I tell storiesAnd utter scathing critiquesThis stern, shrewd old manA relic of the past centuryWith his gentle daughterSuch a majestic and agreeable spectacle[MARY]But besides the couple of hours during which we have guestsThere are also twenty-two hours in the dayDuring which the private and intimate life of the house continues[BOLKONSKY]Bring my me slippers[MARY]Yes father, yes father[BOLKONSKY]Bring me my wine[MARY]Yes father, yes father[BOLKONSKY]If you're not too busyFiddling with your incense and icons?[MARY]No father, no fatherAnd I have no friendsNo, never go anywhereNever invitedFor who would take care of him[BOLKONSKY]I can hurt you[MARY & BOLKONSKY]I can hurt you[MARY]But I never ever ever ever wouldNo fatherI love you fatherAnd time moves onAnd my fate slips pastAnd nothing ever happens to meAnd Countess Natalya Rostova is coming for tea[NATASHA]I know they'll like meEveryone has always liked me[BOLKONSKY]Natasha is youngAnd worthless and dumb[MARY]And time moves onAnd my fate slips pastIs this all I'll make of my life?Will I never be happy?Will I never be anyone's wife?[BOLKONSKY]Ah, what's this? A young suitor?Ah, come in, come inBut don't sit down, don't sit downI'm cold to youYes I'm mean to youNow be gone, be gone be gone!And don't come back!Oh, maybe I'll marry someone myselfSome cheap French thingOh that offends you does it?Ah, come in my dearCome in my dear, come in[MARY]And he draws her to himAnd he kisses her handEmbraces her affectionatelyAnd I flush and run out of the room[BOLKONSKY]Come back hereLet an old man have his fun[MARY]But she's just using you papaWants your money papa!To take advantage of your weakness like thatIt's disgustingMy voice breaks[BOLKONSKY]It's my money and I'll throw it where I wantNot at you!And not at Andrey's harlot!Insolent girl!Insolent girl!Where—Where—Where are my glasses?Where are they?Where are my glasses?Oh God—Oh God I'm frightenedOh God I've aged so very muchWhere are my glasses?Where are my glasses?[MARY]They are there upon his headThe pride of sacrificeGathers in my soulAnd he forgets thingsHe falls asleep at the tableHis napkin drops to the floorHis shaking headSinks over his plateHe is old and feebleAnd I dare to judge himI disgust myselfI disgust myself
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