War and Peace, Part III: The Year 1812

MOSFILM

LEO TOLSTOY

WAR AND PEACE

THE YEAR 1812

Directed by SERGEI BONDARCHUK

Chief Cameraman ANATOLY PETRITSKY

Art Direction by MIKHAIL BOGDANOV, GENNADY MYASNIKOV

Assistant Art Directors SEMYON VALYUSHEK, SAID MENYALSHCHIKOV

Music Composed by VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV

Sound Engineers YURI MIKHAILOV, IGOR URBANTSEV

Cameraman DMITRI KORZHIKHIN

Assistant Directors A. GOLOVANOV, A. CHEMODUROV

A. SHIR-AKHMEDOVA A. ALESHIN

Costume Design by MIKHAIL CHIKOVANY

Pyrotechnician VLADIMIR LIKHACHEV

Moscow Symphony Orchestra All-Union Radio and TV Chorus and Orchestra

Conducted by VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV

Starring

Natasha Rostova - LUDMILA SAVELYEVA

Pierre Bezukhov - SERGEI BONDARCHUK

Andrei Bolkonsky - VYACHESLAV TIKHONOV

Kutuzov - BORIS ZAKHAVA

Ilya Andreyevich Rostov - V. STANITSYN Countess Rostova - K. GOLOVKO

Petya Rostov - S. YERMILOV Sonya - I. GUBANOVA

Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky - A. KTOROV Princess Marya - A. SHURANOVA

Nikolushka - A. SEMIN Hélène - I. SKOBTSEVA

Anatole - V. LANOVOY Drubetskoy - E. MARTSEVICH

Scherer - A. STEPANOVA Prince Vasily - B. SMIRNOV

Bagration - G. CHOKHONELIDZE Alexander I - V. MURGANOV

Napoleon - V. STRZHELCHIK Bennigsen - G. ZOMMER

Wolzogen - Y. GRANTINSH Clausewitz - D. EIZENTALS

Timokhin - P. SAVIN

On June 12, the armies of Western Europe crossed the Russian frontier,

and the war began.

That is, an event took place that was counter to human reason

and human nature.

Papa, I tell you positively.

And, Mother, you too. I have decided.

You must let me join the army. That's it.

Well, here's a fine warrior.

Nonsense. You must study.

It's not nonsense.

Obolensky's younger than I am, and he's going.

Besides, I can't study now when...

When...

When the country's in danger.

Petya, be quiet, I tell you.

I'm serious. Ask Pyotr Kirilych.

Nonsense. The mother's milk hasn't dried on your lips yet.

Well! Well! I'm telling you...

O Lord our God,

take up the lance and shield and rise up to help us.

Put to shame and confound those who wish us harm.

And may your powerful angels drive them away.

Smite our enemies and put them to flight.

Our father! The czar!

The czar!

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Which one's the czar?

Which one's the czar?

Kutuzov has done nothing but cause the emperor trouble.

How could they make this man commander in chief?

He's incapable of mounting a horse,

he falls asleep at council meetings,

and he has the worst temper.

That's not even to mention his qualities as a general.

At a moment like this,

how can you appoint a decrepit, blind old man?

He's absolutely blind.

A splendid general... a blind man.

He can't see a thing.

Playing blind man's bluff.

"Our troops fight as they never have before.

The fate of the army and the country is in the hands of a good minister

but a bad general.

Barclay delays action. The whole army curses him.

The French are in Vitebsk!

In four days, they might reach Smolensk.

Perhaps they are there already."

What do you think about it, Prince?

Me? Me?

It's possible the theater of war

may move so near to us that...

The "theater of war"!

I have said and still say the theater of war is Poland.

The enemy will never get beyond the Neman.

When the snow melts, they'll sink in the Polish swamps.

But, Prince, the letter mentions they're in Vitebsk.

The letter.

Yes, yes, yes.

He writes the French were beaten?

Near which river?

The prince says nothing about it.

Well, Mikhail Ivanovich, come.

Explain to me how you mean to change those plans.

Take it! Take it all!

I'll set it on fire myself!

I'll set it on fire myself!

Those devils won't get it!

Every place seemed unsatisfactory to him.

But the worst of all was his old divan in the study.

He dreaded it because of the sad thoughts

that kept turning over in his mind when he lay there.

Not like that!

No peace.

Curse you.

There was something important I was saving for bedtime.

The bolts? No, I told him about them.

It was something... something in the drawing room.

Tishka!

What did he talk about at dinner?

- About Prince Mikhail. - Quiet!

Yes, I know.

The letter from Prince Andrei.

The French are in Vitebsk.

In four days, they might reach Smolensk.

Perhaps they are there already.

Tishka!

No. It's nothing.

It's nothing.

My heart is heavy.

The princess is afraid.

My heart is heavy.

Your heart?

His heart. His heart is heavy.

All my thoughts... were about you.

I was calling for you all night.

If only I had known. I was afraid to come.

- You weren't asleep? - No.

My dear.

Why didn't you come?

Thank you,

my beloved daughter,

for everything.

Forgive...

Thank you.

Forgive me.

Thank you.

Send for Andrei.

I have a letter from him.

Where is he?

With the army at Smolensk.

Yes. Russia is lost.

They've ruined her.

I want to try to sing. It's something to do.

- That's fine. - I'm so happy.

Did you know Nikolai has received the Cross of St. George?

I know. I sent him the announcement.

Well, I don't want to interrupt you.

Is it wrong of me to sing?

No. Why should it be? On the contrary.

But why do you ask me?

I don't know myself.

I should not like to do anything that might displease you.

I trust you completely. You mean so much to me.

You have done so much for me.

I saw in the same announcement... Bolkonsky is in the army again.

What do you think? Will he ever forgive me?

Will he always feel bitter towards me? What do you think?

What do you think?

I think...

he has nothing to forgive you for.

If I were in his place... - You?

That's a different thing entirely.

It's not possible for there to be anyone kinder and more generous than you.

If it weren't for you,

I don't know what would have become of me.

Because I...

I forgot. I must be getting home.

Why must you go? Why?

Because... It's just that I have business.

But why?

Why can't...

you tell me?

Have you heard the great news?

Kutuzov has been made field marshal.

That's the end of the controversy. I am delighted.

I'm so happy. At last, there's a man for you.

But they say he's blind?

Nonsense. He sees all he needs to see.

Kutuzov is a clever man. I've known him a long time.

He's coming! There he is!

With men like these, why do we keep retreating?

Good day, Prince. My dear boy.

Come along.

I sent for you because I need you near me.

Thank you, Your Excellency, but I'm afraid I can't work on the general staff.

I'm used to my regiment, and I've grown fond of the officers.

And I imagine they've grown fond of me.

I would hate to leave the regiment.

If I decline the honor of being with you, believe me...

I regret it. You would have been useful to me.

But you're right.

Our best men don't belong here.

Our regiments would be different

if all the advisers served in them,

like you.

I remember you from Austerlitz.

I remember.