my god, bolkonsky, what a shambles. forward, lads! hurrah! (mortar blasts) (indistinct yelling) where's general kutuzov? where? answer me, damn you. where is the tsar? i don't know, excellency. they say the tsar's dead, and kutuzov too. wounded. taken away on a cart. where? that way, excellency. that'll do. (horse grunting) (flies buzzing) andrei: how beautiful. how is it i've never seen this before? we are all nothing, compared to this clear, blue, infinite sky. (horse snorts) napoleon: he looks like a fine young man. a good way to die, you see. carrying the standard. helene: oh, it's you. what do you want? are you going out this evening? why? pierre: i was thinking that could go out together. (chuckles) or stay at home together. are you perfectly well, pierre? (chuckles lightly) i've been thinking we should... we should have a child, helene. oh, pierre. don't be silly. you know i'm not the motherly type. we get along all right, don't we? don't spoil things. i'm not jealous. you can have other women, as many as you like. have children with t