War and Peace

I'm a little frightened of him,
aren't you?

I'm a little frightened,
and yet when I sang after dinner...

I wanted to go up to him
and take him by the hand...

look in his eyes
and sing just for him.

Poor man. He'd never come
here again if I'd done that.

Did you notice
he almost never smiles?

While I was singing, I turned
and caught him looking at me.

He was smiling then.
And I felt...
But it's almost
impossible to describe.

I felt as if
someone had given me...

the most enormous,
beautiful present.

Come to bed, Natasha.
It's terribly late.

Oh, you try to spoil everything.
A night like this,
I feel like hugging myself...

and straining tight as possible
and flying away.

- Take care! You'll fall out!
- All right.

But it is a shame to go in
on such a night.

It's as though you can hear
wonderful music...

and you just know that the next
song or the song after that...

will be the most beautiful thing
you've ever heard in your life.

And being pulled away
and missing it forever.

All right.
- The expression on my face.
- What about it?

- Do I look disdainful?
- No.

You're impossible.
I'm sure I look disdainful.

What do you want to look
disdainful for?

I thought if I looked bored
and disdainful...

nobody would notice that this is
the first ball I've ever been to.