MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian Federal Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
Oleg Menshikov
Chulpan Khamatova
Oleg Yankovsky
Vladimir Ilyin Varvara Andreeva
Aleksei Petrenko Andrei Panin
Sergei Gorobchenko Inga Strelkova-Oboldina
Kirill Pirogov Natalya Kolyakanova
Andrei Krasko
Irina Brazgovka Sergei Migitsko
Anton Khabarov
Directed by Alexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the novel by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 1
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, Alexandr Karyuk
Original Music by Eduard Artemyev
Production Designer: Viktor Yushin
Art Director: Vladimir Ermakov
What are you doing?
You can't do that. It's dangerous!
-I don't know you. -I'm a court attorney. Mr. Gordon.
-Gordon who? -I'm from Orenburg.
Let's go to my compartment. We'll get to know each other better.
Let's go. Don't be shy.
-We'll talk about everything. -Leave me alone.
This way.
Are you traveling here for business or pleasure?
Excuse me.
It's a lousy town. Nasty.
However, all of Europe is buying our wheat!
-Used to buy. -After you.
This year the prices went up.
What's the point if they can get it for half the price in Europe?
-There is no point. -Yes, you're right.
You must understand what's happening. You're a court attorney.
No, I don't understand.
Please, sit down.
If you don't understand , then no one will.
I'm asking you to sit down. Just like that.
Whether there are crops or not, the peasants remain poor.
Lev Nikolayevich said ,
''The peasant does not starve from lack of bread
but from the lack of pig feed.''
Misha!
Who is Lev Nikolayevich?
Ah , yes.
What are you reading , young man?
Alexandr Blok.
Never heard of him.
Misha's into modern poetry.
He even writes poetry himself.
Papa!
Can I see it?
Is our nation all quiet?
No, the Emperor's been killed
Rumors of a new freedom Are spreading in the street
Who can tame the people?
That dark, wicked and ferocious one
Whom a monk saw at the temple door And turned blind on the spot
His iron shepherd's staff Drives the people like sheep
Toward unknown abysses
God, let's run away from justice
Misha, that's decadent nonsense.
People used to write about Christ. Now they write about the anti-Christ.
Christ never existed.
-Misha! -Excuse me?
I mean , he did live.
But he was never resurrected.
Renan wrote so.
I thought you jumped off the train.
Viktor Ippolitovich, have you heard the news
that Christ was never resurrected?
Do you still have doubts about it?
You know, young man , Apostle Paul says
our faith is worth nothing if Jesus was not resurrected.
Exactly. It's not worth anything. Let's go.
Do you know what my partner offered to do the other day?
To trade in holy relics.
Ashes, bones?
Just like in Gogol's book.
Every kopeck invested earns a ruble. One ruble!
At least in theory.
Pardon me.
At the disposal of the Holy See in Rome
there are some 1 ,000 holy relics of the so-called righteous men.
There are lots of them in Italy. Let them share.
We can ask the Vatican to rent us these relics temporarily.
This way, it won't be a humanitarian endeavor only,
but also a commercial one.
I am telling you , our savage people would come to see the relics.
Wouldn't you agree?
There's no such thing as holy relics.
Only dust. The result of decomposition.
Misha! I forbid you to read this book!
May I read it?
You? Sure.
That dark, wicked and ferocious one
Let's go.
Keep writing , young man.
My son is your age. I hear he writes too.
I haven't seen him for a long time, since his mother's funeral.
Back then he was three, no, four years old.
Let me give you something as a souvenir.
-Give me back the medal. -Have you lost your mind? I won't.
Give it back, I said.
You lost it at chess.
Give it back or I will get it by force.
-Gentlemen , excuse us. -You don't have to!
Such things aren't given as gifts. It's a military decoration.
To remember me by.
You both are such wonderful people.
1 905
How old is Yuri now?
How should I know?
You know everything about me.
No, he's older.
I forgot everything.
Lay down! You need to sleep!
You know very well that I haven't slept for three months.
In that case, you need to eat.
Go ahead.
Come here!
What's wrong?
Got matches?
I bet the grapes are squashed and tainted.
Dry and sweet.
-We've got champagne, chocolate. -No way!
Champagne and chocolates are eaten in brothels.
I'll have Beluga caviar, a bottle of Smirnoff vodka,
grapes and a bottle of Abrau Durso.
The caviar's not so good.
Smelly?
Too salty.
Take the caviar and vodka to my compartment, you know for whom.
-Right away. -Yes, sir.
I'll tell you what.
You just said something about chocolate,
then about champagne and brothels.
Were you hinting at something?
Hinting at what?
Exactly.
Explain yourself or I'll challenge you--
Do you demand satisfaction?
What is your weapon of choice?
Pistols? Swords? I'm at your service.
I forbid you.
Duels are insane.
Like anything else in this world.
Except for love.
Don't you think you should apologize?
Have you just gotten married?
We're brother and sister.
It never occurred to me.
Put the grapes on that table over there.
I'll apologize if it will make you happy.
Where are you coming from?
From Yuriatin.
With Mama.
Have you ever been to Moscow?
Never.
Listen , what's that to you?
I just feel that, most probably, you will get lost in Moscow.
Come here, darling! Come here!
Oh , you , my sweetie!
Such a surprise!
Did you miss Papa?
We didn't dare hope to see you so early
because of that stupid railroad strike.
Here you go.
Well , well , well.
How was the trip?
Andrei Alexeevich is no longer alive.
That's too bad.
Cause of death?
Insanity as a result of delirium tremens.
-Did he leave you anything? -He didn't want to.
There is no will.
So his abandoned families and mistresses
will be suing each other for quite some time.
What about us?
We are left with a stack of his promissory notes
that are as good as a will.
It makes sense.
Will you go out for dinner?
As usual. But business first.
What's that smell?
I don't smell anything.
I thought I smelled something. So, what have we here?
As for the pending cases, we have one
concerning the inheritance of the first-class merchant Semyonoff.
-It does smell! -What are you talking about?
I'm not interested in Semyonoff's case.
We won't get anything from it. Next.
Illegal tree-cutting on the property of princes Khovansky.
Well , I'm tired of slapping the wrists of peasants.
No, thank you.
A girl battered by her stepmother.
Some scandal which will end up as a banquet.
Boring!
So, what do you want, strictly speaking?
Pure love.
I don't have it at my disposal for you , sorry.
I remember the cases in the past.
The Zasulich case, for instance.
It was progressive, important!
You want to defend the interests of the oppressed classes?
Why not?
-What's the point? -Renown.
And favorable opportunities.
There's something in the air.
Come here, my dear.
Let's go, my sweetheart.
Oh , you , scum!
What? What's this?
-I overlooked it, my mistake. -You scum , what's this?
I'll kill you!
Do you know how to kill a dog?
By putting powdered glass in its food. Now?
Don't rush.
Find out where Hotel Chernogoria is located.
Are you going there today?
No.
Let them agonize without me for a bit.
Thank God , we made it!
The trains are stalled. You can't board them.
We had to walk for two miles with all our luggage.
What's going on , Sasha? War? Epidemics? What is it?
One word: Moscow!
This is my daughter.
This is Grigory Osipovich. And here is his son.
Young man!
-Meet my daughter. -Antonina.
-Mikhail Grigorievich. -Misha.
Tonya, show the young man to his room.
Come with me, Mikhail Grigorievich. Come on.
Your relatives?
Yes, my closest.
This one is Edgar Allan Poe.
He drank and died in the gutter.
And this one?
Arthur Rimbaud.
He died of a venereal disease.
And this one?
Hirsch. He threw himself down the stairs.
Very interesting.
Really?
Wait. Isn't that. . .?
These are my nearest and dearest.
Alexandr Blok, his wife, and his friend Andrei Bely.
Are you serious?
-I thought Blok was a monk. -In a certain sense, he is a monk.
-Then why does he have a wife? -She's not his wife at all!
Wait. You just said she was his wife.
No, she is his Muse, understand?
She doesn't belong to this world. Understand?
Of course, I understand.
No, you don't! They have a spiritual marriage.
They don't touch each other
but have a fuller life than Romeo and Juliet.
She's an angel.
And those are her knights: Alexandr and Andrei.
Clearly.
Did you really understand? Do you find it interesting?
Very.
Me too, I am never getting married.
And if I do, my husband will be a spiritual person
with whom I will never have a physical relationship.
Do you have such a person in mind?
-I have a brother. -A brother?
Yes, well , he's not really my brother.
Yuri is not what you are thinking.
-I'm not thinking anything. -That's good.
Read his poetry.
Only if you're interested , of course.
You know, I can't get that mob gathering out of my head.
Such fervor! Those people united by impulse!
Any crowd , Grigory, is abode of mediocrity.
Whether you agree with Kant or Marx.
Mavericks only seek the truth out.
-What's with the face? -It's strong.
It's Shustovsky. Excellent stuff.
One must have faith in Christ and in one's own soul , and that's it.
My Misha is a Christian. But I'm Jewish , you know.
You don't understand.
You can even be an atheist,
but you have to know that people live in history, not in nature.
And our modern history was established by Christ.
What is history?
Good question.
It's an age-old process of solving the riddle of death
and finding the way to overcome it.
And here you can't ignore the Gospel
for it is a tool that will help conquer death.
First of all , it's loving your neighbor,
the idea of a free individual , the idea of life as a sacrifice.
What about the ancients?
They had no history.
Sasha, then what was there?
A few Caligulas, practicing debauchery.
Sasha, not for me.
Antonina!
Hang on tight, brother.
The show begins. Act one. Caligula in a skirt.
-Feklischev got a lashing. -Really? Is he alive?
-What could happen to him? -Where did it happen?
At the police station. Monsters!
Meet Valdemar. He's a specialist in Sanskrit.
Nice to meet you. I'm Antonina.
Awful! Everything is horrible!
It's not about the beating. It's about the humiliation.
-What did they get him for? -For protesting.
He took his clothes off in front of the workers.
-What do you mean? -Completely naked.
Where did he find the workers?
Tonya, where would he find the workers?
At the train station.
They were holding a strike there,
he stepped onto the podium and took his clothes off without a word.
I consider it an absolutely radical move!
What's this? Who's this peacock?
Shura, meet Mikhail Gordon , our guest.
Shlezinger. Liberal journalist.
Shlezinger?
It's the name of one of her husbands.
She has had three or four. I lost count.
Her maiden name is Ferdyschenko, or something like that.
Maybe I can take the pillow from you?
He uses the pillow to carry the translation of the Fifth Gospel.
Is there such a thing?
He says there is. In the Himalayas.
Is the Fifth very different from the Fourth?
How does he know if he's never read the Fourth?
Is there Christ in it at least?
No!
This story with Feklischev really hit me between the eyes!
-We have to act. -How about an open letter of protest?
-They won't publish it, rascals! -Then , a private letter.
You know what? I just read Yuri's book.
-Is he home now? Call him. -No, he'll be home late.
Because of the riots, they mobilized all the doctors,
even medical students.
I understand that such things should be said straight to the face.
-But I'm not happy about the book. -You didn't like it?
No, I did not.
For a first book it is not that bad.
But what the hell does this mean:
''Like charred pears, thousands of rooks in the trees,
they'll fall into the puddles
and will cast the dry melancholy to the bottom of the eyes''?
What the hell is ''charred pears''?
Because rooks are black.
Don't you see?
-Watch out for the chandelier. -I see it, all right.
How about ''dry melancholy''?
It's like in February, when it's cold and dry.
-Really? -Yes.
And what does it all have to do with our generation?
Shura, are you out of your mind?
Darling , it's a protest against corporal punishment. Get it?
Then why in my house and not in a public square?
Because this is just a rehearsal. Okay, give me the key.
You threw it away yourself.
Valdemar!
What's this guy's name?
Help! Find the key!
Idiots! I'm afraid of heights!
What does it look like?
A small one.
I'm going to croak! Find it!
Where did she throw it?
It's not here.
Oh , my God!
It's not here either.
She's such an idiot.
I'll die here now.
Set me free.
You look like a chained Prometheus!
-Papa, please help us. -Set me free.
What's with the handcuffs?
What's the difference?
-Give me the key. -We lost it!
We must immediately call the fire department.
Markel!
What are we going to saw?
A young lady.
You , idiot! What are you doing? The metal , not my neck!
I'm only getting ready.
We need to get out of this house immediately.
I wanted to buy sugar and something for tea.
Go home, young lady.
Has everyone here gone crazy?
Gentlemen , where can I buy some sugar in this city?
Miss!
Better get out of here before we get under your skirt!
DOWN WITH MONARCHY!
Miss, come with us! Let's go!
Tighten your saddle strap!
What are you standing here for?
Where are you going?
Go home!
Don't be afraid , brothers!
Let them be scared of us! March on!
Where are you running?
No dogs allowed! Sorry.
Take this. Everything is allowed.
Is this a hotel or a kennel?
Please, don't worry. The dog is a visitor.
Oh , you , get out of here!
What did I tell you?
Despicable creature.
Would you like to smoke?
How do you know that I smoke?
I've been a lawyer for over 25 years and have seen hundreds of faces.
I can distinguish a smoker from a non-smoker.
Really?
I feel awkward because of my vice.
That's because in Yuriatin even smoking women don't smoke.
Not in Moscow.
Cigar?
-I've never smoked a cigar. -Try it.
Your husband would always be unhappy to see you with a cigarette
and would always open the window.
So there were drafts.
But it was he who would catch a cold , not you.
He would lay down with a backache and stiff neck.
A steam bath would be prepared for him ,
but the steam would only make it worse.
So he died of pneumonia.
If you are so shrewd ,
then allow me to speak frankly with you too.
You spoke to us on the train.
Apparently, you had some long-term goals in mind.
But be aware.
I hate men , and I can't stand charity.
Me too.
We'll hit it off.
You are a woman of sophisticated tastes.
Why do you think so?
Who else could smoke such junk?
This is not a real El Galán. Just a bad counterfeit.
Get in here! To the left! Quickly!
Miss, watch out!
How much money are you willing to risk?
One third.
I recommend one half.
It'd be enough to rent a tailor's shop and to hire the seamstresses.
You won't see any real income any sooner than in a year.
As for rent of a shop,
I'll try to help you with that in the next few days.
I have a building in mind.
How much do you charge for your services?
25 percent of the profit and the love of your family.
-The price is unreasonably high. -I don't think so.
Yet, business negotiations are not done in a hotel , but in a restaurant.
Oh , my, I forgot!
Look at yourself!
There's a man outside that needs help.
Where were you?
-He saved my life. -Greetings.
I was at a demonstration and almost got killed.
-Have you got any cognac? -It must be somewhere here.
I don't need cognac but bandages and cotton balls.
He protected me with his body.
-Mama, are we ever going to eat? -Go to your room , I said.
Ah , it's you again. The family patron.
Shut up!
I'm not a patron. I'm a partner.
Do you mind if I take one cigar?
-Take them all. -Thank you.
Drink this and calm down.
I won't.
They'll bring me to my ruin!
To your health!
-Where's your rescuer? -Downstairs. They wouldn't let him in.
Let's give them money, and that's it.
Come with me!
I think it's near a river.
Gentlemen , I suggest you don't go to town.
We cannot catch up with you , Larisa Fedorovna.
Excuse me.
Was that a usual scene?
We've had them all my life. I hate her.
Spit.
It will soon be over.
When?
When you grow up.
Can't wait.
There was a young man here with a headwound. Where is he?
He's left.
If he left, it means he's alive.
Where are you going?
He said he lived near the train station. I'll find him.
-I would advise against it. -Why?
Him being accused , you , seeing him in prison
and following him to exile. . .
It's boring.
Go home. Calm down your mother. That is important.
Good-bye.
Come on , let's go.
It seems like we all sit on a volcano.
Yes, we do, but it's an inactive volcano.
Anna Ivanovna, you look like a ghost. Is there anything wrong?
Yes.
What, the Tsar's been killed?
Zhivago's dead.
He jumped off a train.
Awful.
It's Yuri's biological father.
We had Yuri since he was four. His deceased mother was my friend.
''The Laureate of the World's Fair in Paris,
famous philanthropist and millionaire Andrei Alekseevich Zhivago
died by throwing himself from a train. . .
He was married two times. . . all his estate. . . in our memory. . .
Ties in style of Zhivago. . . cream cakes. . .''
Do you remember ''Zhivago ties''?
No, I don't.
So they are lying!
There was something.
''Former wives and mistresses from Tomsk to Paris. . .
. . .did not pay their last respects.
Zhivago was buried with the suicides, outside the village cemetery.''
That's filth!
Please burn it so Yuri wouldn't see it.
It's horrible.
Sasha, it was him. I know him.
I told you that someone jumped off our train.
Misha.
Papa. We need another hour.
-Misha. Your medal. -Thanks.
Why did she see it?
I just told her about that drunkard on the train.
Misha, quiet. That was Yuri's biological father.
Here.
He gave it to Misha.
They chatted before his suicide.
What about?
About Jesus Christ.
Here you go! Even the generating station has gone on strike.
Let's try to get a cab and go home.
Zhivago, are you coming?
I'll walk.
Did you hear about the strike?
Here's a wall, here's a door I ain't your servant no more
Here.
Bastards!
It's been two days without electricity.
I need a machine gun here!
Stop!
Good day!
KRESTO VO-VOZDVIZHENSKY HOSPITAL
-Hello. How are you? -I was studying the whole night.
Medicine only defines the cause of death.
But we only have the barest understanding of death itself.
Though , there can be various pathological conclusions as well.
Our dear Yuri ignores the obvious and impulsively believes
that the cause of death of this wretched man is. . .
Liver echinococcus.
He who has less experience is more audacious.
But this is not important now.
You have to treat a corpse like a live human being ,
without offending ''him'' in any way,
and with a mental apology for what you must do to him.
The brain cells die out first, don't they?
A human being does not perceive the world
only with his brain , Vassily,
but also with his receptor cells.
God knows what we will feel in the same situation ,
which , I can assure you , will happen.
To all of us.
Now, Yuri Andreevich , God bless.
Do you , my dear, believe in the resurrection of the dead?
Not really.
My teacher would drink 1 00 grams of pure alcohol
before doing an autopsy.
Once he even burned his mucosa.
But I don't recommend you do that.
You are most welcome to it after the autopsy.
If you don't believe in resurrection , then at least pray inside.
I personally pray to my angel.
Oh , Holy Angel ,
who watches over my wretched soul and my passionate life:
do not abandon me, a sinner, nor depart from me.
Leave no room for the evil demon
to gain control of me through the violence of this mortal body.
Look at this beast!
And they say that cats are afraid of the dead!
What's that you've got?
A talisman.
It was liver echinococcus!
Have you gone mad?
Sorry, sorry! But it was. . .
I was right!
It was my first diagnosis!
Right on target!
Listen , my mother had a heart seizure today.
And you and your echinococcus!
What happened to her?
Weakness. Fast pulse.
My father was next to her the entire day.
My God , you've been drinking.
It's a tradition.
To kill the smell. Let's go.
Mama!
How do you feel , Anna Ivanovna?
I feel weak.
I'm very anxious, as well.
Don't worry. Your pulse is normal.
What if it starts again?
Yuri.
Leave us alone, Tonya.
All right, Mother.
I need some advice.
I want to tell you. . .
Yuri , I'm scared.
I'll tell you a secret.
There is no death.
Are you a doctor or a poet?
What frightens us?
-What? -The unknown. Yes!
We don't know what will happen ''there.''
But let me assure you , that we know it all!
What do we know?
Yes, yes! Every single one of us knows!
What do you mean?
We've already been dead , and then we got resurrected.
All of us!
We were dead before our birth
and got resurrected at the time of our birth.
Nothing was painful or frightening before our birth , was it?
-Right. -Of course.
That means either there's no death or it's not scary at all.
But the soul. . .
The soul is immortal.
Immortal!
I personally can't imagine this global resurrection process,
thousands, millions of souls, at the Last Judgment.
There won't be enough space over there!
The point is that we were resurrected
when we were born.
That's the thing!
We don't need The Second Coming to understand that.
For some reason , I truly believe you.
I'm very glad.
Good night.
I'm becoming adept at sophistry and swindling.
I heal by touch.
How is she?
Everything's fine.
I know why you chose Medicine.
Because it's very profitable.
Good money, honorable retirement.
How did you guess?
-So I'm right? -Yep.
Just bear in mind , this is not my milieu.
Right, being a successful physician
isn't so compatible with a spiritual marriage.
No.
You know, that kind of marriage isn't good for a doctor either.
-Agreed! -Completely!
-Good night. -Sleep well.
I was joking.
I wasn't.