Anatole, find Anatole. Anatole, find Anatole. The blood rushes to my heart. It's difficult to breathe. Anatole, find Anatole. Anatole, find Anatole. Not at the ice hills, not at Matreshka's, not at Komoneno's. Anatole, find Anatole. Anatole, find Anatole. To the Club!
And at the Club, all is going on as usual. The member's eat their dinners and gossip in small groups. "Have I heard of Kuragin's abduction? Is it true Natasha is ruined?"
"Nonsense, nonsense! Nothing has happened. Everything is fine."
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"Natasha, Natasha. It is essential that I see Natasha. How can I see her?"
"Anatole. Come, Anatole. Anatole, hush! Anatole."
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"What? What?! I don't believe that he is married. I don't believe you!" and I stare like a hunted, wounded animal. "He can't be married!"
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"Good evening, sir. Prince Anatole is in the drawing room with the Countess."
"Ah, Pierre. Sweet husband, you don't know what a plight our Anatole has had."
"Be quiet. I will not greet you. At this moment, you are more repulsive to me than ever. Anatole, come, Anatole. Anatole, must speak to you."
Anatole followed with his usual jaunty step, but his face betrayed anxiety. Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him.
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The Great Chaos of 1812
Randomit's the (bway) lyrics to Great Comet of 1812 except it's in no logical order and in the style of a novel in the comments next to each line/paragraph will be both the character saying the line and annotations by Dave Malloy
