Prince Andrei Bolkonsky: Natasha... I love you too much. More than anything in the world.
Natasha Rostova: And I! But why too much?
Prince Andrei Bolkonsky: Why too much? Well, what do you think? What do you feel in your soul, deep in your soul? Shall I live? What do you think?
Natasha Rostova: I'm sure of it.
Prince Andrei Bolkonsky: How good that would be.
Narrator: Enough, enough, men. Stop, consider, what are you doing? Into the minds of tired and hungry men on both sides, a flicker of doubt began to creep. Were they to go on slaughtering one another? Kill whom you like, do what you like, but I've had enough. Yet some inexplicable, mysterious power continued to control them, and the terrible business went on, carried out not by the will of individual men.