[Pierre runs into Anatole on the street. Pierre is drunk, Anatole in a hurry]

[Pierre:]
Ah, Anatole! Where are you off too?

[Anatole:]
Pierre, good man
Tonight I go away, on an adventure
You'll not be seeing me for some time
I've found a new pleasure
And I'm taking her away
I'll send you a letter from Poland

[Pierre:]
Ha! An elopement!
Fool, you are married already!

[Anatole:]
Don't talk to me of that!
I will not deprive myself of this one!
Tonight! I take her tonight!
Lend me fifty rubles?

[Pierre:]
Ah, that's a true sage
Living in the moment
What I wouldn't give to be like him!

[Dolokhov:]
The plan for Natalie Rostova's abduction
Had all been arranged and the preparations made
On the day that Sonya decided to save her
That was the day that the game was to be played

Natasha was to be on her back porch at ten
Anatole and his troika would scoop her up and then
They'd ride forty miles to the village of Kamenka
Where an unfrocked priest was to make 'em get wed
Then back into the troika off they'd go
Take the Poland highroad to the wedding bed

[Anatole:]
Passports, horses, ten thousand rubles I have taken from my sister
And another ten thousand raised with Dolokhov's help

[Dolokhov:]
We were gathered in my study drinking up some tea
Just Anatole, the two wedding witnesses, and me
An abacus and paper money strewn on the desk
Persian rugs and bearskins hanging grotesque
Anatole was walking with his uniform unbuttoned
Walking to and fro
To and fro
To and fro

[Anatole