Daddy?
What's that noise?
It's only a waterfall.
No, the other noise.
Guns, Sasha.
-Are they fighting? -They must be.
It's a long way away.
Let's go to sleep.
Get him!
No!
Look.
-Is that all? -That's all.
Bring him.
Who sent you here?
No one sent me here, commander.
I'm with my wife and child. They're on the train from Moscow.
-Yes, we've checked that. -Then?
You put your knife with a fork and a spoon and it looks innocuous.
Perhaps you travel with a wife and child for the same reason.
Yuryatin is occupied by White Guards. Is that why you're going there?
No, we're going on to Varykino.
Not through Yuryatin. It's under shellfire.
Commander, I'm not a White Agent.
No, I don't think you are.
All right, Kolya. Thank you. Sit down, doctor.
Take it.
It's not as silly as it seems. There have been one or two attempts.
Are you the poet?
Yes.
-I used to admire your poetry. -Thank you.
I shouldn't now.
I should find it absurdly personal, don't you agree?
Feelings, insights, affections. It's suddenly trivial now.
You don't agree. You're wrong.
The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it.
I can see how you might hate me.
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
You have a brother.
-Yevgraf? -Yevgraf, yes. The policeman.
-I didn't know that. -Perhaps not. A secret policeman.
-Did he send you here? -Yevgraf?
No, Yevgraf's a Bolshevik.
I don't know anything about these things.
Oh, you know a great deal.
When you came in, you recognized me. How?
-Has someone shown you photographs? -No.
I am certain you recognized me.
I've seen you before.
When?
-Six years ago. -Go on.
Christmas Eve, you--
You were there?
Or has someone told you this?
I attended to the man who was injured by your wife.
Why do you call her my wife?
I met her again. We served together on the Ukrainian front.
I'm sure she'd vouch for me.
I haven't seen her since the war.
She's in Yuryatin.
Yuryatin?
The private life is dead...
...for a man with any manhood.
We saw a sample of your manhood on the way, at Mink.
-They sold horses to the Whites. -No.
-It seems you burnt the wrong village. -They always say that, does it matter?
A village betrays us, one is burnt. Point made.
Your point, their village.
Kolya!
What will you do with your wife and child in Varykino?
Just live.
Take him away. He's innocent.
You're lucky.
We were diverted. Do you know where to?
Varykino Halt.
Hello?
How lovely.
Oh, how lovely!
Hello?
-Alexander Maximovich? -Yes.
It's me, Petya.
-Your Honor. -Now, now, now.
That's all done with, you know.
How do we get to the house, Petya?
As you always did.
Look, Sasha.
What is it, Petya? Forest fire?
Forest fire, Your Honor? That's Yuryatin.
Poor souls. First the Reds, then the Whites.
Now the Reds again.
That Strelnikov, his heart must be dead.
Go on.
We'll soon be there, Sasha.
Another five miles.
Is it that far? One forgets. How is the place?
Well enough, Your Honor. It's all locked up, you know?
Varykino.
All locked up, you see.
A body, styling itself...
...the "Yuryatin Committee of Revolutionary Justice"...
...has expropriated my house in the name of the people.
Very well.
I'm one of the people too!
Don't, Your Honor! They'd call it counterrevolution.
Father, don't. Petya brought us here, making him a counterrevolutionary.
They shoot counterrevolutionaries.
It's not the Reds in the town, but in the forest.
-Partisans. -Here?
Who knows? They go where they want and do what they want.
All we need is a roof.
And a bit of garden.
Is there nowhere?
They didn't lock the cottage.
Oh, yes, we can manage here.
The stove works.
-I'll find a few sticks of furniture. -And some seed potatoes?
I'm afraid the garden is dreadfully run back.
Yes, thank you.
Well done, my boy.
Scratch a Russian and you'll find a peasant.
I've always said so.
Well, you're wrong. He works like a peasant but he isn't a peasant.
I don't mind, Tonya, really.
-It's a good life. -Certainly is.
I wouldn't be surprised if you looked back on this time as one of your best.
Awfully glad about the expected new arrival, Yuri.
Anna was born here, you know.
No, I didn't know that. Oh, I'm terribly glad.
Here's winged Mercury.
Looks a bit down in the mouth.
Petya.
What news from Yuryatin?
No lard, no sugar. Oil next week, perhaps.
Flour, salt, coffee...
...and nails.
Bad news?
-Oh, Lord, not another purge. -No.
-Strelnikov's gone. -Well, that's not bad news.
No, he's in Manchuria, they say.
That's the news.
They've shot the Tsar.
And all his family.
Oh, that's a savage deed!
What's it for?
It's to show there's no going back.
Yuri, why don't you go to Yuryatin?
Yes, why don't you, my boy? It'd do you good.
Why? What's in Yuryatin?
It isn't Petersburg. Very decent little library there.
-If it's still there. -I wish you would.
No, I don't think so.
Anyway, the roads are blocked.
Zhivago.
Yes.
How are you?
What are you doing here?
We're at Varykino.
Varykino?
Why Varykino?
Why not? We had to go somewhere.
But here?
I came to find my husband. The one reported killed.
Strelnikov.
I met him.
-Met him? -Yes.
How long have you been living here?
About a year.
-Alone? -With Katya.
-Where is Katya now? -At school.
Is Tonya with you?
All of us.
-Sasha? -Of course.
-What are we going to do? -I don't know.
Yuri?
It's awfully early, isn't it?
Half past 6.
What're you doing?
Nothing. Couldn't sleep.
-Is anything the matter? -No.
Shall I get some tea?
Yes, do.
Hello. You are silly. We called and called.
-Did you? I didn't hear. -Well, we did.
-Hello, Lara. -Hello.
-How's Olya Petrovna? -She gets worse and worse.
She gave us C.I. and arithmetic all morning.
-C.I.? -Civic Instruction.
Look.
-That's very good, Katya. -Thank you.
It's the Tsar.
The Tsar's an enemy of the people.
Well, he didn't know he was an enemy of the people.
Well, he should've known, shouldn't he?
Yes, he should.
Fancy not knowing C.I. Doesn't your little boy go to school?
Lunch.
Good.
Come on, you.
Smell.
What?
This one's a prizefighter.
Yuri.
Wait a minute.
There.
-I'm going into Yuryatin, darling. -What, now?
Yes, I want to get some morphine, disinfectant.
-I shan't need morphine. -You never know.
I shan't need it today.
No, but it's pretty close. I hadn't realized.
-You'll be back before dark? -Long before.
Yes, yes, my darling, do what's best.
I am not coming back.
-I understand. -But never, Lara!
You understand?
Do you believe me?
Comrade Doctor, I need a medical officer.
Sorry, I have a wife and child in Varykino.
And a mistress in Yuryatin.
Comrade Medical Officer, we are Red Partisans. And we shoot deserters.
-Where are you taking me? -To the front.
-And where is the front? -Good question, doctor.
It's where there are enemies of the Revolution.
Wherever there is one gang of White Guards or foreign interventionists.
Where there's a resentful bourgeois, an unreliable schoolmaster...
...one dubious poet hugging his private life.
That too is the front.
-How long will you keep me? -For as long as we need you.
Now!
Charge!
Well, that was easy.
Come on, doctor, let's see what we've done.
St. Michael's Military School.
You old bastard!
It doesn't matter.
Did you ever love a woman, Razin?
I once had a wife and four children.
-He has been a good comrade. -And a good medic.
We took him from his wife and from his child.
None of this matters.
What does matter, Comrade Commissar? Tell me, I've forgotten.
-This is contemptible. He stays. -I command this unit!
We command jointly. The Party bulletin expressly states--
I could have you taken out and shot.
And could you have the Party taken out and shot?
As the military struggle nears its close, the political one intensifies.
In victory, the military will have served its purpose.
All men will then be judged politically...
...regardless of their military record.
Meanwhile, there are still White Units in this area. The doctor stays.
That concludes the meeting.
Comrade, where are you going?
Are you running away, comrade?
-Soldiers. -Red soldiers or White soldiers?
Soldiers.
Tonya?
Tonya! Sasha!
Tonya!
-This is Yuryatin? -Yes, Yuryatin.
What's happened at Varykino?
-Moscow folks? -Yes.
They've gone away. Gone away. There's nobody at Varykino.
Lord, what happiness! They say you're alive.
Someone saw you near the town.
I take it you've gone to Varykino, so I'm going there myself with Katya.
Just in case, I've left a little food. Boiled potatoes mostly.
Put the lid back on the pan or the rats will get it.
I'm mad with joy!
Tonya.
Tonya!
-Yuri. -Tonya!
-Yuri. -Tonya.
Yuri, darling.
It's all right, Yuri.
They're safe. They're in Moscow.
-In Moscow? -Yes.
-Tonya? -All of them. They're safe.
Safe.
Firing squads!
Better.
What?
I've got a letter for you.
I've had it three months.
And it was three months getting here.
It's from Moscow.
I think it's from Tonya.
It's addressed to you, care of me.
She came into Yuryatin to find you when you vanished.
Someone sent her here.
You met?
She's very fine.
My dearest dear.
I'm sending this to Larissa Antipova's...
...because if you are alive, which God grant...
...I think that is where you will go.
We have a little daughter, Yuri. Did you know?
Her name's Anna.
Father sends greetings.
Sasha has grown quite a lot. He's quite big now.
Whenever we speak of you, he weeps and won't be comforted.
This is what I have to tell you:
We are being deported from Russia.
We can't make out if you'd be allowed to join us.
An organization in Paris, which I mustn't name, will know where we are.
Nothing is certain, and there's little time.
I'm writing this in haste.
They're coming for us now. God bless you.
I must honestly admit that Antipova is a good person.
Yuri, when they got away to Moscow, she left something here.
Yuri?
May I come in?
Yuri Andreyevich, you've changed, I think.
Oh, yes, decidedly.
Larissa...
...remarkably the same.
I came from Moscow.
I'm on the way to Vladivostok.
I'm here to offer you my help.
We don't want it.
-Speak for yourself. -We don't want it.
Yuri Andreyevich, you spent two years with the Partisan's 5th Division.
You have no discharge, so you are a deserter.
Your family in Paris is involved in a dangerous émigré organization.
Now all these are technicalities.
But your style of life...
...everything you say, your published writings, are flagrantly subversive.
Your days are numbered...
...unless I help you.
-Do you want my help? -No.
Wait, Yuri.
Larissa, three glasses.
No.
Yuri, you must see how serious this is.
Please don't underestimate me.
Practically or morally, I'm not the man you take me for.
How do you know all this about Yuri? How can you help?
I do and I can. lsn't that sufficient?
No.
Our Eastern Seaboard is an undeveloped area.
The commissariat of foreign affairs wants to form an independent state.
It affords us a temporary channel of communication with the outside world.
I have good contacts in the Far East.
I've been appointed the Minister of Justice.
-The Bolsheviks trust you? -They trust no one.
They found me useful.
Here's how I can help you.
You come with me as far as the Pacific Coast.
From there you can go where you like.
To Paris, or not.
I think you'd better go.
Your rarefied selfishness is intolerable.
Larissa's in danger too.
-By association with me? -No.
Not by association with you. You're a small fry.
By association with Strelnikov.
-I never met Strelnikov. -You're married to him, they know that.
-I was married to Pasha Antipov. -I understand, I understand.
But they don't.
You're being watched.
Do you know why?
A husband is a sticky commodity, my dear.
Go away.
More of your high-minded lunacy?
You have a child to think of!
Look here.
-That's sugar for the child. -I don't want it.
You would refuse my sugar?
Who are you to refuse me anything?
Now you go.
-I came-- -Go!
Go!
I came to you in good faith.
Stay here then, and get your desserts!
Your desserts, do you hear me?
Do you think you're immaculate?
You're not immaculate!
I know you!
Do you hear me?
We're all made of the same clay, you know!
Clay!
Lara?
He's rubbish, Lara.
Yes. Rubbish.
I wish he'd never happened.
Does it matter?
Doesn't it?
Not to me.
What shall we do? Can we get on a train?
No, they'd arrest us on the spot.
-I don't want to stay here and wait. -No.
Listen...
-...we could go to-- -Varykino.
-They'd find out sooner or later. -Yes, but later.
-If our days are really numbered.... -Yes.
We'd better live them...
...before we are parted.
Yes.
Father caught a flea! Ho, ho, ho
I love the snow One, two, three
Anna taught me to write at this desk.
This isn't me, Yuri.
-Yes, it is. -No.
It's you.
"Lara."
Yuri!
-Yuri, there's a wolf howling! -Oh, yes, I've--
I've seen them. They're frightened. They won't harm us.
Yes, I know.
I'm sorry. It's--
Oh, Lord, this is an awful time to be alive!
-No. -It is. It is!
No, no.
Wouldn't it have been lovely if we'd met before?
Before we did? Yes.
We'd have got married, had a house and children.
If we'd had children, Yuri, would you have liked a boy or a girl?
I think we may go mad if we think about all that.
I shall always think about it.
-Will you write today? -No, not today.
Katya!
Come to me, darling.
Victor!
We thought it was....
Quite.
I wonder if you'd mind, comrades?
My government has a train, standing in Yuryatin.
There's a carriage for me and my assistants.
You will travel in comfort and safety.
I'm not going with you.
I'm not going without you. So there's an end to it.
Then I'll have to speak to Yuri Andreyevich in private.
Strelnikov is dead.
-What? -Spare me your expressions of regret.
He was a murderous neurotic, and no loss to anyone.
Do you see how this affects Larissa?
You don't?
You're a fool.
She's Strelnikov's wife.
Why do you think they haven't arrested her?
Why do you think they had her watched? They were waiting for Strelnikov.
If they thought he'd come running to his wife, they didn't know him.
They knew him well enough. They caught him five miles from here.
He was arrested on the road. He didn't conceal himself.
Throughout the interview...
...he insisted they call him Pavel Antipov...
...and refused to answer to "Strelnikov."
On his way to execution, he took a pistol and blew his own brains out.
Oh, my God!
Don't tell Lara this.
I think I know her at least as well as you.
But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose.
These men who came to escort me today will come tomorrow as a firing squad.
Now I know exactly what you think of me, and why.
But if you're not coming with me, she's not coming.
So are you coming with me?
Do you accept the protection of this ignoble Caliban on any terms?
Is your delicacy so exorbitant...
...that you'd sacrifice a woman and a child to it?
There's some bags to carry, comrades.
Get in.
Come.
-How many? -All of us.
-Sorry, not enough room. -There's got to be room.
It's all right. I'll bring our sledge.
Hurry. This train has important people.
You start. I'll catch you up.
Right, comrades!
We'll see you at--
Hurry!
I'm afraid that's it. Your young man's not coming.
You fool.
Did you really think he would come with you?
The man's an idiot.
-From Mongolia he could've gone to-- -He'll never leave Russia.
You've come with me, haven't you?
Yes.
To be sure, it was your duty as a mother.
That's right, Victor.
I'm carrying Yuri's child.
I was born out there. In the Far East somewhere.
Maybe Mongolia. I don't remember.
You were born in Mongolia, that very year.
So were a lot of others.
Not many named Tonya, bearing the name Komarov.
Komarov's a common name.
With fair hair, blue eyes, lost at 8 when war broke out in the Far East?
There's something you haven't told me. How did you come to be lost?
-I can't remember! -You must remember something!
No!
I'll tell you how I first met your mother.
-If she was my mother. -You judge.
I picked my brother up, literally, on a Moscow street.
He had a fourth-class ration book and was undernourished.
He didn't seem to mind that or anything.
I thought he was a happier man than me.
He suffered me to buy him a new suit...
...and to get him a job at his old hospital.
I saw him off for his first day's work.
This was eight years after he and Lara parted.
So he never saw her again?
Thank you. You've been very kind to me.
He must've known how ill he was.
The walls of his heart were like paper.
But he kept it to himself.
He kept a lot to himself.
Please.
I was astonished at the extent of his reputation.
His work was unobtainable at the time.
It was disapproved of by the Party.
But if people love poetry, they love poets.
And nobody loves poetry like a Russian.
Excuse me, comrade.
Are you Yevgraf?
My name is Lara.
I knew her name from the Lara poems I'd found with Yuri's manuscripts.
I knew your brother.
I need your help.
She'd come to Moscow to look for her child.
I helped her as far as I could.
But I knew it was hopeless.
I think I was a little in love with her.
One day she went away and didn't come back.
She died or vanished somewhere...
...in one of the labor camps.
A nameless number on a list that was afterwards mislaid.
That was quite common in those days.
Tonya.
How did you come to be lost?
-We were running in a street. -We?
-My father. -Not your father. Komarovsky.
I don't know!
The street was on fire.
There were explosions and houses were falling down.
He let go of my hand!
He let go of my hand.
And I was lost.
Your father would've done that?
Oh, yes. People will do anything.
It was Komarovsky.
This man was your father.
Why won't you believe it?
Don't you want to believe it?
Not if it isn't true.
That's inherited.
Comrade General, when I was a child, I wanted parents.
You can imagine how I wanted parents.
I wanted to die when I was a child.
You know?
Now I don't know.
I can't be of any use to them now, can I?
I was hoping I might be of some use to you.
-Will you think about it? -Yes.
It's all right, David.
You work here?
Yes, I'm an operator.
-And what do you operate? -That.
You've promised to think about it.
Tonya!
Can you play the balalaika?
Can she play? She's an artist!
An artist? Who taught you?
No one taught her.
Then it's a gift.