Pierre & Natasha - Phillipa Soo, Dave Malloy

Natasha was standing

In the middle of the drawing room

With a pale yet steady face

When I appeared in the doorway

She grew flustered

and I hurried to her

I thought that she would give me her hand

But instead she stopped

Breathing heavily

Her thin arms hanging lifelessly

Just in the very pose

She used to stand in

as a young girl

When she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing

But the look on her face was quite different

Peter Kirilovich

Pierre

Prince Bolkonsky was your friend—

He is your friend

He once told me that I should turn to you