What are they like, these girls?
They're very good.
Bit wild.
Spend their money quickly, work hard.
-Are they literate? -Some of them.
In reformatories since being picked up. Jobs like this. It's degrading.
You shouldn't use human beings to move earth.
-No. -And it's not efficient.
If they'd give me more excavators I'd be a year ahead.
You're an impatient generation.
-Weren't you? -Yes, we were.
Very.
Don't be too impatient, comrade. We've come very far, very fast.
I know, comrade.
Yes, but do you know what it cost?
There were children then who lived off human flesh.
Did you know that?
What is your interest in this girl, Comrade General?
She may be my brother's child.
-Yuri Andreyevich? -Yes.
My half brother, I should say.
If she is, she's also Lara's child.
The Lara?
The Lara, yes.
This is...
...a new edition of the Lara poems.
Yes, I know.
-We admire your brother very much. -Yes. Everybody seems to, now.
We couldn't admire him when we weren't allowed to read him.
No.
Come in.
I sent for you, comrade.
You're not in any trouble.
I'm General Yevgraf Andreyevich Zhivago.
I'm looking for someone.
Do you understand?
The person I'm looking for would be my niece.
Please sit down.
Your name is--?
Tonya Komarov, Comrade General.
They found you in Mongolia?
-Yes, Comrade General. -What were you doing there?
-I was lost, Comrade General. -How did you come to be lost?
-I've forgotten. -Was Komarovsky your father's name?
I suppose so, Comrade General.
You suppose so?
It's a common name.
Do you remember your father?
No.
Do you remember your mother?
Yes, I remember my mother.
-What was her name? -Mummy.
What was she like?
I mean, what did she look like?
Big.
Big?
I was little. She looked big.
-Can you read? -Yes.
"Lara: A Cycle of Poems by Y.A. Zhivago."
Not me. My half brother.
The person I'm looking for...
...would be this man's daughter.
This would be her mother.
"Lara."
Did anybody ever call your mother Lara?
I don't know.
I don't think so.
She's nice.
I'm not your niece, Comrade General.
I'm nobody's idea of an uncle.
But if this man were my father, I should want to know.
Did your mother tell you your father was a poet?
My father wasn't a poet.
What was your father?
Not a poet.
Did you like your father?
I've forgotten.
But you liked your mother.
Yes, of course.
Does the name Strelnikov mean anything to you? Strelnikov?
Varykino?
That's a place, not a person.
-Gromeko? -Gromeko.
Yes.
You see...
...he lost his mother...
...at about the same age you were...
...when your mother...
...lost you.
And in the same part of the world.
"Now is life's artful triumph of vanities destroyed...
...for the spirit has vanished from its tabernacle.
Its clay groweth black.
The vessel is shattered, voiceless, emotionless...
...dead. Committing which unto the grave...."
Yuri!
You and your husband will dine with us, Madame Gromeko.
Thank you, Father.
Will you lie down then, Yuri?
Your mummy and I were great friends.
So now we are going to look after you.
Thank you.
That's Mother's!
It's yours now.
Yes, Yuri, Mummy left it to you.
In her will.
Do you know what a will is, old chap?
Money.
No, Yuri, just this.
Your daddy has all--
Can you play it?
Thought all people here could play the balalaika.
You don't live here, do you?
No, we live in Moscow.
That's a long way from here. But you'll like Moscow.
-Won't he? -In a bit.
Takes time to get used to things, doesn't it?
Mother could play it.
Well, your mother was an artist, Yuri.
She could make this common little instrument sound like two guitars.
Your mother had a gift.
Perhaps Yuri's got a gift.
Would you like lessons?
I can't play it.
Say good night to Yuri, Tonya.
He's your brother now.
Good night, Yuri.
-Good night, old chap. -Good night.
The Gromekos didn't know what to make of him.
He made his reputation as a poet while he studied to be a doctor.
He said poetry was no more a vocation than good health.
What he needed was a job.
Pretty?
Very.
It's their right to be pretty.
-What do you do next year, Zhivago? -I thought of general practice.
Think about doing pure research.
It's exciting, important. Can be beautiful.
General practice.
Life. He wants to see life.
Well, you'll find that pretty creatures do ugly things to people.
What's your name?
-Antipov. -Address?
15 Petrovka.
-I'll have these. -We have permission from the police.
Well, you claim them at the station.
-When? -Now, if you like.
-Very well. -Pasha! He's my brother.
Well, take him home, miss.
Before he gets into trouble.
Pasha, please.
It's got to be done.
Why has it got to be done?
For them. For the Revolution.
They don't want a revolution.
They do. They don't know it, but that's what they want.
Give me some of those, comrade.
Pasha?
Are you a Bolshevik?
No, the Bolsheviks don't like me, and I don't like them.
They don't know right from wrong.
Pasha Antipov, you're an awful prig.
Why did you tell him I was your brother?
What else could I have told him?
You could've told him I was your fianc�.
Pasha, don't be silly. I'm--
Monsieur Komarovsky has come to see my mother on business.
People gossip round here.
It's the system, Lara.
People will be different after the Revolution.
Will you come?
No, Pasha.
I've got exams to take, Pasha. I've got to get my scholarship.
Hello, Auntie.
-There's a letter for you. -Oh!
-From Paris. -Oh....
-Lovely writing. -She's coming home next month.
Tonya? Oh, that's good.
He does seem to be very well-informed.
And such a handsome figure of a--
Good evening, maman.
-Madame. -Larissa.
You can work in there, dear. Monsieur Komarovsky's here.
Good evening, Larissa.
Good evening, monsieur.
He advises some very important people.
Yes, I know.
He has government connections.
I don't know, I'm sure.
Isn't he very expensive?
Monsieur Komarovsky advises me out of kindness, baroness.
He was a friend of my late husband's.
-Oh, I see. -Allow me.
Tuesday, if I can, my dear. Bye.
Where did you get this?
Friend gave it to me, monsieur.
You're not to go to this "peaceful" demonstration.
May not be as peaceful as they think.
That's all I'll say. Tell your friend she's silly.
Yes, monsieur.
How old are you now?
Seventeen, monsieur.
Hundred and three.
Oh, dear. And I was so looking forward to it.
Oh, never mind. I'll be all right here.
You will take Lara, won't you, Victor Ippolitovich?
So stupid of me. It's her first long gown--
-I think you'd better call it off. -I'll stay with you.
Nonsense, I'll be perfectly all right. I've got a book.
So disappointing for her, Victor Ippolitovich.
There's so little opportunity to mix with good society.
Very well, get your coat.
We're late, if we're going. I want to avoid Kropotkin Street.
"Brotherhood and freedom." Yuri, what splendid words.
"Justice, equality and bread."
Don't you think they're splendid?
Yes, I do.
"Brotherhood and freedom."
Brotherhood and fiddlesticks, you're frozen through.
You've no right, Anushka. It isn't fair.
Ah! We'd given you up, monsieur.
My niece. Coat, Lara?
Come, my dear.
How's the foie de veau Gascogne?
As always, monsieur.
-All right, not too much-- -Not too much mustard, monsieur.
-Wine, monsieur? -A little light wine, yes.
This place must be very expensive, Monsieur Komarovsky.
It is. Why not "Victor Ippolitovich"?
I can't.
Mother made this dress.
Very nice.
She's clever, isn't she?
Your mother? Yes. Fine little woman.
No doubt they'll sing in tune after the Revolution.
Prepare!
Mount!
Tote sabers.
What, what--?
What?
Good night, dear.
Good night, Victor Ippolitovich.
Go inside your houses, please.
All these people will be taken care of. Go inside, please.
Get inside.
Yuri, please. No trouble.
Take him inside, or I'll put him under arrest.
Yuri, I beg you. Tonya's coming home tomorrow.
Yuri!
Tonya!
Yuri?
Well!
Daddy!
There, now. That's enough.
Your mother, your mother.
Mummy!
Mummy, how are you?
Me? Fit as a fiddle.
Turn round.
Well, they've taught her something.
-Look at that. -Isn't Yuri looking well, Tonya?
Well, let's get along, dear.
Yes, run along, you two.
Oh, I bought you this.
It has a piece about young Russian poets.
Oh, good, thank you. Does it mention me?
It begins with you. You're the best.
Very intelligent nation, the French.
They have their heads together.
Yes, they're looking at the paper.
They're head over heels.
Anushka, stop it!
Good marriages are made in heaven. Or some such place.
-Victor Ippolitovich? -Pasha.
I want to talk to you.
No, Pasha.
It's important.
All right.
Pasha!
How did you do it?
I didn't.
A dragoon did.
Oh, Pasha, darling!
Come, come.
Where's your mother?
Asleep.
Pasha.
Pasha, I can't deal with this.
Have you got any iodine?
-Yes, but-- -Get it.
Pasha, darling!
Pasha, you must go to a hospital.
I daren't for a day or two.
-Will you do something for me? -Oh, yes. What?
Hide this.
Oh, throw it away!
No. There'll be no more peaceful demonstrations.
There were women and children. They rode them down.
Starving women, asking for bread.
Up on Tamskaya Avenue, the pigs were eating, drinking and dancing.
Hide it for me.
Thanks, comrade.
Oh, Pasha, darling, I'm not your comrade.
-Yes? -Who's there?
-It's only Pasha. -Oh.
-You came in very late last night. -The time went so quickly.
Good.
-Are you going to church? -Yes.
You know what our Lord said to the woman taken in adultery?
Yes, Father. He said, "Go and sin no more."
And did she?
-I don't know, Father. -Nobody does, child.
The flesh is not weak. It is strong.
Remember, only the sacrament of marriage will contain it.
Monsieur, it's number six this evening, sir.
The most important person here.
-Sorry I'm late. -I've been waiting nearly an hour.
-Have you ordered? -No.
Well, you should have done.
You chose it, Victor.
-You've grown up a lot, haven't you? -Yes.
-What did you tell your mama tonight? -Victor, don't.
-May I smoke? -Yes, of course.
You like it, don't you? Cigar smoke.
Come along, my dear.
Drink, drink, drink.
Up, up.
Where did you tell her we were going, your mama?
She didn't ask.
-That's because she knows. -No.
You'd both take an oath she doesn't, but she does. You know it.
-Victor, don't. -What?
-Torment me. -Torment?
What a little hypocrite it is.
I'm going now, Victor.
If you like, dear.
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