- THE TRUE STORY OF SABINA SPIELREIN CAME TO LIGHT ONLY RECENTLY... -
...THANKS TO THE DEDICATION OF SCHOLARS AND RESEARCHERS... -
...WORKING IN VARIOUS PARTS OF THE WORLD. -
- THIS FILM IS IN MEMORY OF AN EXCEPTIONAL WOMAN... -
...AND THOSE WHO WANTED TO DO HER JUSTICE. -
Richard, I haven't run away...
...but I wanted to be alone for my last meeting with Sabina.
There's something I haven't told you.
My real name is Marie Franquin Spielrein.
I was born in France, but my family originally came from Russia.
My great-grandparents managed to get out when Stalin came to power.
For years I've been longing to come to Russia...
...to learn all I could about Sabina Spielrein.
You'll undoubtedly wonder, when you hear this message, if we're related...
...since we have the same family name.
Maybe we are, but that's hardly important.
I feel by now...
...Sabina and I are closely related in our souls.
- ZURICH, 1904 -
My head! I've left my head in the carriage!
We really don't know what to do, Professor.
She's been like this for a year now...
...ever since her little sister, Irina, died from pneumonia.
She's getting worse every day.
We've come all the way from Russia.
We thought if we brought her here to you, maybe you could help us.
I won't do it again! I won't, I promise!
I won't do it again, please believe me...
...but don't keep me here, please don't keep me here!
No... no... no!
You filthy old pig!
Tell your slut to get her hands off me!
You bastards!
I'm not your whore!
(Guardian angel... )
(... my mother and father have gone back to Russia and left me here... )
(... frightened. I don't want to be alone.)
(I shall stop eating... )
(... that way when they come back all they'll find will be my clothes... )
(... to my shoes.)
(I'm sorry I shan't be here to see their faces!)
(To my mother, I leave the notes of Tumbalalaika, my favourite song.)
(To my father, I leave nothing.)
(What can grow without rain?)
(What can burn for years without end?)
(A stone can grow without rain... )
(... but only love can burn for years without end.)
So much has been written and recorded...
...about Sabina's treatment in Zurich.
But no-one's ever bothered to find out what happened to her...
...after she returned to Russia.
That's why I wanted to come to Moscow...
...to discover some facts about the White Nursery...
...the infant school where she was last seen.
I've often wondered what fascinated you about Sabina.
Certainly I never imagined that we'd meet...
...as a result of a theft.
(There are rabbits... no, hares, in my room.)
(They're all black and they've got long ears like sheep!)
(I get into bed and they're already there waiting for me.)
(As soon as they see me, they start laughing. I yell at them:)
(..."I'm tired, leave me alone! I don't want to play any more!".)
Good morning, Miss Spielrein.
I'm Dr. Jung.
Professor Bleuler has put me in charge of your case.
No, gently.
Go away! Let me die!
Leave us.
- Why do you want to die? - Because I'm wicked!
That's hardly reason enough.
Anyway, I'm here to stop you.
So, which of us do you think is going to win, Miss Spielrein?
I'd like to try a new treatment with you.
Nothing forced. No cold showers...
...no shackling you to the bed.
It consists essentially in letting you talk.
Whatever comes into your head. You talk, I listen.
Shall I tell you what they do on Mars?
Please.
What do they do on Mars?
They don't have babies.
Why not?
Because no-one makes love on Mars!
How do you know that?
I've been there.
I wish I'd been to Mars.
No-one ever takes any notice when I say things like that.
Do you like children, Miss Spielrein?
Tell me...
...don't be afraid.
You can't cure me, Doctor.
Why not?
Because you are well, and I am not.
- So? - So...
So you can't understand me.
Do all Russian girls read French newspapers?
Excusez-moi, je n'ai pas le temps!
- Sorry, what? - Leave me alone!
I don't care if you're Russian or you're French.
What you are is a thief!
Does the name Sabina Spielrein mean anything to you?
Give it back!
My name's Richard Fraser...
...I teach history at Glasgow University.
I think your acquisition might be quite useful to me.
Can I at least have a look at it?
- And if not, you'll report me? - Well, it's an idea.
Why don't we go and have a drink somewhere and talk about that?
- Do I have a choice? - Yes, tea or coffee!
I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong, but I'm a historian.
Anytime a document is removed from the official archives...
...it's lost forever. - Monsieur Historian...
...here in Russia anytime a document is consigned to the official archives...
...it is lost forever!
Look...
...I'm doing research into the former Soviet Union.
I think the addition of psychoanalysis could be very interesting.
I have an idea...
You speak Russian and English, and you obviously know your way around.
- I need an interpreter... - You want a thief to work for you?
Well, beggars can't be choosers.
Anyway, you can go on with your own research. We can pool our resources.
It's a nice idea...
...but my research grant was not exactly generous...
...and I've used it up. I go back to Paris on Saturday.
Right, I'm not suggesting you work for free. I'll pay you.
How much?
Board and lodging, and six hundred dollars a week.
You sing beautifully.
I like sculpting myself, you know.
But I prefer stone to clay.
You're very talented. Where did you learn?
My uncle taught me. In Russia.
- Is he a sculptor? - No, he's an alchemist.
- He taught me how to make paper out of rags. - Did he just?
I'm rather keen on doing experiments that are somewhat...
...unorthodox.
- What kind of experiments? - I tend to sense things before they happen.
Psychic intuition, if you like.
I've lost my legs.
Do you often fall like that?
- Who's that woman spying on us? - What woman?
There's a woman at that window. She's staring at me.
That's my apartment. I don't see anyone there.
So, Miss Spielrein...
...have you ever fallen like that before?
It happened once.
When?
My cat had some kittens.
I said I wanted to be like her...
...and my father lost his temper.
My mother said there was nothing wrong with me wanting to have children.
After all, I was a woman, wasn't I?
Don't be frightened.
I just wanted to show you how I would have nursed my kittens.
Guardian angel...
...my doctor is fair-haired and handsome...
...even more so when he smokes his pipe.
Tomorrow I shall ask him if he is married.
I saw you in the garden this morning with your new patient.
- What's wrong with her? - The clinical diagnosis is hysteria...
...but there's more to it.
Why don't you speak to Freud?
This is the first time you've used his method, isn't it?
Yeah... Yes, I'll write to him.
Sometimes I feel you allow your patients...
...to affect you rather too deeply.
It's the only way I know how to heal.
Perhaps she doesn't want to grow up.
Wants to be a child again.
I suspect there's some unresolved Oedipal complex.
Makes her feel so guilty she actually wants to be punished.
The two of you should get along well together then.
I was thinking of you and Freud.
I mean, he's virtually appointed you his son and heir...
...and you look upon him as a father.
I wonder if you'll end up trying to kill each other.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Professor Fraser booked a room for me...
...Marie Franquin. - Marie Franquin...
Yes, Room 122.
I'm sorry.
What's going on?
- Did you ask for communicating rooms? - Of course not!
Okay...
- Well, we can get you another one. - If you want...
I mean, I'm not dangerous. Anyway, we can always keep it locked.
Listen, while you're here...
...could you translate page 138 and 139?
- Yes, of course. - Thanks, and can you not smoke here...
...because the smell'll come through. - Oh yes, I'm sorry.
- Thanks. See you later. - See you.
Chair.
Chair?
Don't think, just respond.
- Chair. - Table.
- Soft. - Warm.
Lake.
Water.
- Snow. - Purity.
- Dog. - Cat.
You know, you look like a wild cat sometimes, Dr. Jung.
- Russia. - Home.
I didn't know this could be so much fun.
Just one word, please.
- French. - Wife!
Wouldn't it be funny if your wife ran off with a Frenchman?
One word.
Sabina.
Dies.
Father.
Punishment.
Sister.
Cemetery.
It must be so cold in there!
My father used to beat us when we were naughty.
Go on. Father.
Come on, Miss Spielrein. Make the effort.
- Father. - Why should I tell you anything about myself?
You never tell me anything about yourself!
Well...
...do you think it's right to bring the dead back to life?
Look me in the eye, Dr. Jung!
- What's wrong? - I have to go.
- Why? - The Russian girl.
I dreamt she ran away.
Darling, come back to bed, it's only a dream!
There she is, sleeping peacefully!
Here...
...the translation you wanted. - Oh, thanks.
Why are you so interested in this Sabina Spielrein?
In German, Spielrein means "fair play".
So?
History has forgotten her, and that's not fair.
Yes, but why is it so important to you?
I suppose, in a way...
...that's what I'd like to be, a woman who plays fair.
We can't go on feeding you this way.
Your veins can't stand it.
- It's gone on long enough. - Do you want them to sack me?
Because that's what'll happen.
Why should they blame you?
They'd see your death as proof of my failure...
...the failure of my method.
I don't want you to suffer because of me.
Well then...
...we should go somewhere a little more cheerful for our session today.
So why don't you get dressed...
...and come with me?
- Two hot chocolates and some cake and pastries, please. - Yes, sir.
The other day you complained that I never told you anything about myself.
Apart from my wife, no-one has ever seen this.
I keep a diary, too.
I take it everywhere with me.
The first girl...
...I was ever attracted to was young, Jewish.
She had a long dark braid that hung down over her shoulder.
- I'm Jewish too, you know. - I know.
Now I feel it's fate that my first patient should be.
- Do you believe in premonitions? - I don't believe, I know.
I wrote my doctoral thesis on so called "occult phenomena".
Do you remember the other day in the garden I was telling you...
Did I ever tell you my grandfather was a rabbi?
He was an expert on the cabala.
He foretold the exact hour and day of his death!
Well, my grandfather...
...had a special armchair set aside for his dead wife...
...and every day he spent at least an hour...
...talking to her spirit!
Really?
Do you really care about me, Doctor?
If I didn't, I couldn't treat you.
No, I mean...
...do you care about me from head to toe? - From head to toe.
Do you love me, Doctor?
All clinical cases...
...in one way or another, involve an element of love.
Can I tell you one of my secrets, then?
Sometimes, when I'm alone...
...I touch myself.
I'm terribly ashamed.
There's really no reason to be. Many people do.
You too?
Certainly. Me too. Sometimes.
Tiring day?
No more than usual.
Were you at the hospital all afternoon?
No, I had to go and see a colleague about a case.
He wants my advise on a patient of his.
What about your Russian girl? How's the treatment going?
Much better. She's finally started to eat.
It just occurred to me that we never buy any cakes.
And with all the cake shops there are in Zurich...
Anyway, I'm pregnant...
...and we never indulge!
Sabina!
Go away! I don't want to see anyone!
Open it, Sabina!
Sabina! Open the door!
- What's going on? - She's blocked the door!
Open it!
Take her to the second floor!
So much for the Jung method!
What in God's name were you thinking of?
- You've destroyed months of hard work! - She tried to kill herself!
- Release her. - Professor Bleuler said...
I said release her!
Stupidity!
I leave for a few weeks and we return to the dark ages!
Leave us!
- Go away, traitor! - Sabina, listen to me.
I am not responsible for what happened over here.
No, I did not abandon you!
I was called up!
In Switzerland we have to do military service once a year.
Why did you try to kill yourself?
No-one here loves me.
From now on, I, and I alone, will look after you.
Swear to me!
I swear.
Then let go of me.
My will.
When I'm dead, I want Dr. Jung to have my head.
Only he is to open and dissect it.
I want my body to be cremated...
...and the ashes to be scattered beneath an oak tree on which is written:
..."I too was a human being".
What's that?
My soul.
Your soul?
I've had it since I was a child.
Primitive men used to think that stones had souls, too.
I want you to be the keeper...
...of my soul.
The keeper of your soul?
Silence! Silence!
You see what your patient is up to, Dr. Jung?
Tell her to stop!
Miss Spielrein, please...
With pleasure, Dr. Jung!
(I'm going to be discharged today... )
(... after being in hospital for almost a year.)
(I've started eating regularly... )
(... and even having periods again.)
(Dr. Jung said it would be enough if I see him... )
(... twice a week from now on... )
(... though I'd like to see him more often.)
Would you like to tell me one of your dreams?
We're going to get bored always talking about mine.
Why don't you tell me one of yours?
I'm not sure I should, as your doctor...
...but, as it's you, I'll make an exception.
I'll tell you a dream I had last night.
There was this great big horse, a stallion.
It was kicking and bucking.
Some men were trying to get him under control...
...but he was having none of it.
A little foal trotted by all peacefully.
He suddenly calmed down.
Stallion.
Trainer.
Disciplined.
Disciple.
- Master. - Freud.
Freud frightens you...
...and you feel you have to behave like a good little foal when he's around.
Maybe.
It could be that your dream was a symptom of your dissatisfaction.
You see?
Our roles have become reversed.
What kind of dissatisfaction did you have in mind?
Your sexual dissatisfaction.
Have I made you cross, Dr. Jung?
You see love everywhere, don't you?
It's the force that drives the world.
You said yourself there could be no cure without love.
Remember?
Time's up.
- Forgive me. Forgive me. - For what?
At times I can't quite control myself.
I am glad it happens to doctors, too.
Why do you think Judith killed Holofernes?
Surprised to see me here?
Because God ordered her to...
...to save her people.
First she seduces him, then she cuts off his head.
Look at her expression.
Does she really look like someone who's carrying out God's orders?
What are you suggesting, Miss Spielrein?
Look carefully, Dr. Jung.
Her eyes, the sensuality of her mouth...
Her exposed breasts...
Her bejewelled hand...
...which holds his head.
No...
...Judith did not kill Holofernes to obey God.
Why then?
She killed him because she loved him!
You know...
...sometimes you say things that really rather shock me.
Do I?
As an explorer of the unconscious...
...I shouldn't think anything could shock you.
- What's it going to be? - A trickster.
A mythological figure...
...bringer of light and chaos. - What happened to that...
...Russian girl you were so interested in?
She was discharged.
The treatment was a great success. Bleuler asked me...
...to write a paper on the case for the International Conference.
- Have you seen her since? - No.
Why?
Doctor/patient bonds are difficult to break sometimes, aren't they?
What have you done to your hair?
It's nice, isn't it?
Dr. Jung!
I hear you've enrolled in the Faculty of Medicine.
Congratulations!
It's all thanks to you.
You suggested I should study psychiatry...
...so I took you at your word.
Please, come in.
Oh, this is for you. I thought you might be interested.
It's my study of a young woman's dreams.
I'm sorry, it's such a mess!
- This place is so... - No, it's lovely!
Please, sit down.
You see...
...I keep your soul with me always.
Am I the young woman with the dreams?
- No, it isn't a patient of mine. - Can I offer you something?
No, thank you, I just came round to say hello, and...
You can't leave yet! You've only just arrived.
Would you like to know what I dreamt last night?
Please, tell me.
I think...
...I'd prefer to show you.
Show me?
A dream?
You know, you...
- You seem so... ...different?
Transformed.
Butterfly.
Beautiful.
Nature.
Nurture.
Kitten.
Kiss.
In my dream it wasn't as beautiful as this.
You make me feel things.
Things I've never felt before.
You have to leave.
I know.
Will we ever get to spend a whole night together?
How does one get to be so brave?
Your love has to be stronger than your fear.
Bravo professor!
Yes.
- Please... - Thanks.
This is the White House.
This is the Russian Government Building.
This is not the White Nursery.
- Excuse me... - What is it?
The White Nursery, not the White House.
- Ah, the White Nursery? - Yes.
Never heard of it.
He's never heard of it.
Come on! Sabina Spielrein's White Nursery!
The International Solidarity School!
It was the first infant school in the world to use psychoanalysis!
You must have a record of it!
Here Moscow Archives, and not British Museum.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
- Now what? - I have an idea. Fuck you.
Bye bye!
So, what's your idea?
If you can't find things via official channels, you do it yourself!
Dr. Jung...
...there's a Russian gentleman asking for you.
- Did he give a name? - No, he just said it's urgent.
- Well, send him in. - Please...
I don't think I've had the pleasure.
Are you sure, Dr. Jung?
I didn't want anyone to recognise me.
Maybe you don't like me dressed like this?
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Dr. Jung and Miss Spielrein.
- We booked two single rooms. - No. A double room! Remember?
A double room with a double bed!
- Of course. - A nice big double bed, please.
Yes, Madame.
You're so cold.
What's the matter?
I'm just so happy.
Then why are you crying?
Damned happiness!
That's what my mother used to say when we were small.
She meant to say "blessed"...
...but I think she was right.
Damned happiness!
I want to have your baby!
Here, now. I want to conceive a child!
What are you saying?
You're mad!
Of course I am!
It was you who first diagnosed it!
But then you cured me...
...so now I'm not mad anymore!
(My dear Professor Freud... )
(... a former patient of mine... )
(... who I have always treated with the greatest respect... )
(... is now threatening to destroy my entire life... )
(... solely because I denied myself the pleasure of giving her a child.)
(She has fallen in love with me.)
(I have become her father, her lover, her husband.)
(What can I do?)
(Asking her to control herself is hopeless!)
I know you'll say it's my fault, Professor.
But logic and reason have never had much effect on passion, have they?
I am guilty! Yes...
...guilty of having fallen victim...
...to my own desire! But as you yourself said...
..."Iove is as close as one can get to psychosis".
Love is madness! Love is madness!
So someone sent an anonymous letter...
...to Sabina's parents...
...telling them about her affair with Jung.
Yes.
So, who was it?
- Emma. - It had to be.
- She wanted to save her marriage. - How did they react?
Papa Spielrein wrote Jung a letter, saying:
..."My daughter made a God out of you..."
"...and you have behaved like a wretched mortal".
What did Jung do?
He wrote him a nasty letter, saying, in essence...
...since he had treated Sabina for nothing, he had no right to complain.
Nice...
Okay... What did Sabina do?
She wrote to Freud, asking for advice.
What did he say?
He told her to break off their relationship immediately.
Freud didn't care about Sabina.
Jung had behaved very badly...
...but, at that time, he was still Freud's pupil, so...
Well, he was also a man!
Come in! Why are you standing there like that?
I came here to tell you...
...we have to end our relationship.
Sabina, be reasonable.
- My wife... - Emma doesn't want to lose you!
For the good of all of us, I beg you.
Please, try to repress your emotions.
Please, try to understand.
- We can't have a scandal! - You should try to understand!
You're rejecting the best part of yourself!
Our love's the most beautiful thing in the world.
You love me because I saved you.
- Now I need you to help me. - Help you?
This passion...
It will destroy me!
- It will destroy both of us! - But isn't that glorious?
No, no! No, it's not!
- Please, listen to me... - I am listening.
We can still see each other. Maybe you can come to my house...
...and become friends with Emma. - What?
That's despicable!
Sometimes one must be in order to survive!
Before I met you I had my work, my family...
They didn't frighten me.
Now I'm ill, Sabina.
Give me some of the laugh, the patience that I gave to you.
Don't punish me with your love!
You can't leave me!
What are we waiting for?
Something that should interest you.
God, I hope they come.
Who?
You wait here. I'll be right back.
So that's what historians do.
They run after receptionists!
Yeah.
What is it?
It's the names of all the children who were in the White Nursery.
Listed by the OGPU and inherited by the KGB.
It's a present for you!
Merci.
Merci beaucoup!
Come on.
The girl from the hotel... her father was a KGB officer.
They're always a good source of information...
...especially if you're willing to pay.
Would you please tell Mrs. Jung...
...that Miss Spielrein is here to see her?
- Come in, please. - Thank you.
Repress my feelings...
...and become friendly with his wife.
Repress my feelings and become friendly with his wife.
What do you want?
I want him to love me still.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Ivan Ionov? - Yes.
My name's Marie Franquin.
This is Professor Richard Fraser, from Glasgow University.
You knew Sabina Spielrein in the White Nursery...
...didn't you?
Yes.
Come in, please.
What?
I should stop pursuing you, Dr. Jung?
Just because you're afraid of love?
How do you do? I'm Dr. Jung's mistress.
We haven't met before, I'm Dr. Jung's mistress.
I'm so glad you could come! I'm Dr. Jung's mistress.
Hello, Dr. Jung's mistress.
I'm sleeping with doctor Jung, I'm his mistress.
My name is Sabina Spielrein, I'm Dr. Jung's mistress.
I came here in order to humiliate you.
But now that I'm here, all I want to do is reassure you...
...tell you that I shall always love you...
...and that I wanted to die, but now I am alive.
And that's your doing. I shall never forget it!
Pardon me, I believe you've mistaken me for someone else.
I must leave now.
And, really, don't worry, I shall never bother you again.
I should like your wife to know...
...that I hold absolutely nothing against her.
I'm sure she's a wonderful person.
She must be, if you chose her.
Tell her that I wish her every happiness.
As I do for you, too.
Miss Spielrein!
In the 1920s, Sabina Spielrein...
...qualified as a doctor in Switzerland.
While Lenin was still alive...
...she had returned to Moscow with...
...her husband, Pawel Schaftel, who was also a doctor...
...and their daughter, Renate.
Dr. Spielrein was very keen...
...to make a contribution to the great dream of the Russian Revolution.
Moscow at that time was a city electric with passion...
...with new ideas. People took to the streets every day...
...to demonstrate their desire for change.
What were they looking for?
"Heaven on Earth", as Sabina used to say.
And she was the first to believe it could be attained.
How beautiful Moscow is!
How it's changed!
Do re mi fa sol la si do...
After qualifying, Sabina had specialized in psychotherapy.
And, as soon as she was settled in Moscow, she started running...
...an infant school, known as "The White Nursery".
It was called that because all the furniture in it was painted white.
From the very beginning, Dr. Spielrein...
...put all her theories about infant education into practice...
...and they were very advanced for those days!
Her cardinal rule was to give the children...
...the maximum amount of freedom...
...and the curriculum consisted largely of encouraging creativity...
...teaching music and exploring the mysteries of the human body.
One of the pupils was tremendously violent.
He was always hitting the other children.
He'd been enrolled under a false name.
Only years later did we find out he was Stalin's son.
Not even Sabina had known who he really was.
Is that the one who became a general in the Red Army...
...and went on to become an alcoholic?
Yes.
Poor Vasily...
...another of his father's victims.
Excuse me.
Pawel Schaftel and Sabina...
...got together a few years after her break with Jung.
So much for eternal love!
She wanted to live with love, not die of it!
But she never forgot Jung.
(Dear friend... )
(... when I left Russia there was a Czar.)
(I've come back to find a Revolution.)
(Lenin's going to have his work cut out... )
(... transforming this almost illiterate country... )
(... into a modern democracy!)
(But everyone seems to be rolling up their sleeves... )
(... and I shall try to do my bit too.)
(I think it's the first time... )
(... a psychoanalyst has ever been put in charge of a nursery school.)
(What I'd like to prove... )
(... is that if you teach a child freedom from the beginning... )
(... he will grow up to be truly free.)
(It's asking a lot, I know, and it won't be easy.)
(But I feel passionately about it.)
(A few nights ago, I dreamt I was a horse... )
(... galloping across an endless plain.)
(Perhaps that's what my life is:)
(... an endless plain.)
(It's getting late, and I can't keep my eyes open.)
(Best wishes. The keeper of your soul.)
Sabina Spielrein was truly extraordinary.
She always had time for those children with particular problems.
There was a little boy there...
...who would sit under a table all day...
...with his eyes closed.
His hands were clasped so tight...
...it was as if his fingers were glued together.
Every morning, Sabina would think up some way...
...of coaxing him out of his isolation.
She refused to give up, but however hard she tried...
...it was impossible to get those hands apart.
Then, one day Sabina had a brainwave.
That little boy...
...was me.
I felt as if my hands were melting.
For the first time in my life, I smiled.
I shall never forget what Dr. Spielrein did for me.
Inside the White Nursery we were all happy.
But outside, after Lenin's death...
...the country started to fall apart.
(My dear friend... )
(... I should be happy today because it is my daughter's birthday... )
(... and because my book of essays is being published.)
(But I hardly feel like celebrating.)
(Our great poet Majakovskij is dead.)
(Accident or assassination?)
(On the radio Stalin said he committed suicide... )
(... and now this is the official version.)
(Will we ever know the truth?)
(With every day that passes, the darkness grows more overwhelming.)
(It creeps into one's innermost being... )
(... and sows seeds of terror.)
(Last month my parents were arrested... )
(... without ever being told why.)
(The truth is... )
(The truth is that no-one dares say loud... )
(... that we are ruled by man who is mentally ill.)
(Do you remember that phrase of Arthur Schnitzler... )
(... the Austrian writer?)
("God created him to be a hero...")
("...but the course of events turned him into a fool.")
(Poor God! Stalin is mad!)
(He was certified by his own doctor, a colleague of my husband's... )
(... who died shortly after having eaten a cake... )
(... in the cafeteria at the Bolshoi.)
Comrade Spielrein, this is yours I believe.
Sign here to say you disown it!
Why?
You published it without party permission, and the party...
...does not like what you've written. - What is it the party objects to?
Your theories on freedom of thought...
...and sexual liberation for children...
...are provocative and contrary to Marxist Leninist principles!
Not to mention what you've written about the car!
The car is the symbol of capitalist decadence.
But even Majakovskij had a car.
If I had been Majakovskij...
...I would have been much more careful...
...about having an accident!
I advise you to do as you're told!
"Even if you kill me, even if you bury me, I shall rise again."
Majakovskij, comrade Zorin.
Get on with it!
It hasn't all been forgotten.
You're the living proof.
Pasternak's poems. I'm going to buy it for you.
It's very nice, but I can't read them.
Because historians don't read love poetry?
- No, because they're in Russian. - I could read them to you...
...if you like.
Well...
I'm gonna go for a walk.
It helps me sleep.
I'll see you in the morning then.
Take care. Moscow can be very dangerous at night.
You've never been to Glasgow!
- Bye. - See you.
(Guardian angel... )
(... now psychoanalysis too has been officially banned.)
(It's forbidden to treat patients, write about the subject... )
(... even talk about it.)
(I've persuaded my husband to go back to Switzerland to cure his chest.)
(Today my daughter and I are leaving for Rostov, where I was born.)
(I hope to open a clandestine nursery there.)
(There is no news on the radio... )
(... but everyone says that the Germans have invaded Russia... )
(... and the Red Army is retreating.)
(Please God that the Nazis won't get as far as Rostov.)
(We Jews will be the first to suffer if they do.)
(Nonetheless, I have faith in the future.)
(I'm still the usual dreamer.)
(lf I don't keep dreaming, what sense would my life have?)
Marie!
Richard, I looked in on you before I left.
How strange, we know everything about Sabina...
...but so little about each other.
There's a poem by Pasternak that says:
..."When you can't see into someone's soul..."
"...try going away and then come back."
I haven't run away...
...but I wanted to be alone for my last meeting with Sabina.
Renate!
My name was Sabina Spielrein.
When I am dead, I want Dr. Jung to have my head.
Only he is to open and dissect it.
I want my body to be cremated...
...and the ashes to be scattered beneath an oak tree...
...on which is written: "I too was a human being."
- SABINA SPIELREIN AND HER DAUGHTER... -
...WERE MURDERED BY THE NAZIS IN 1942 IN ROSTOV. -
- ONLY RECENTLY HAS THE VALUE OF HER WORK BEEN RECOGNIZED... -
...AND ITS INFLUENCE ON BOTH JUNG AND FREUD ACKNOWLEDGED. -
- IVAN IONOV IS THE LAST SURVIVOR... -
...OF THE CHILDREN IN THE WHITE NURSERY. -
- HE IS NOW 84 YEARS OLD... -
...AND ALWAYS KEEPS A PHOTOGRAPH OF SABINA BY HIS BEDSIDE. -