MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
VIadimir IIyin
Varvara Andreeva
KiriII Pirogov
AIeksei Petrenko
Inga StreIkova-OboIdina
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 6
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
OriginaI Music by Eduard Artemyev
Production Designer: Viktor Yushin
Art Director: VIadimir Ermakov
Costume Design by SvetIana Medovaya
Costume Design by PaveI Lipatov
Take the fur, soIdier! Take it!
Buy a cat! A young cat!
I'II give you a deaI too! It's a good cat!
What wouId I need a good cat for?
What for?
You must have been away a Iong time.
Chinese food is now very popuIar here, see?
Cook the meat in oiI tiII it's tender.
Add parsIey or thyme or IaureI Ieaves to it for fIavor.
Do you have any beef?
Beef? What are you taIking about?
Uniform! Buy a uniform!
What department is it from?
A department that's no more.
This is from the Department of Justice.
Are you saying there is no more Department of Justice?
Right.
How can we Iive without it?
Like everyone. Day by day. Say, what do you have there?
A duck.
Look, soIdier, give it to me. And you can take the uniform.
Why do I need a uniform of a department that no Ionger exists?
So what if it no Ionger exists? Winter is coming.
It wiII keep you warm. Go on , be on your way.
Give it to me!
You want to swap?
-What are you doing? -Nothing. Give it back!
Who's there?
It's me. It's me. Open up.
Who's ''me''? Name yourseIf.
The father of your chiId.
Yurochka.
Open the door.
HoId on , not right away.
-Come on , open up! -No, there are epidemics on the front.
There are even some cases of choIera here.
Anyways, there's Sasha.
You can't come in untiI you've been to the bathhouse.
WeII , that's reasonabIe.
Yuri , I knew you wouId understand.
I'II be back in a second!
-Here's your cIean underwear. -And here's a duck.
-A man gave it to me on the train. -Great! I'II cook it for dinner.
Here.
What's this paper?
New biIIs. Don't you know?
How much is this?
Just give them everything.
What about Father? How is he?
He's a deputy at City HaII.
I'II teII you about everything Iater.
Are you upset with me?
No, you're absoIuteIy right.
What's that you've got there?
Underwear! I'm going to the bathhouse! Get it?
Take it. I'm feeIing generous today.
Next month , you'II come back with a wedding ring.
Thank God.
I hate the uniform and its dirty green coIor.
Even the smeII.
Not now, Yuri.
You've been away for too Iong.
I'm not used to it anymore.
He woke up. Hear him?
Let's go. Come meet your son.
Let's go.
-Come to Mama, honey. -I don't want to!
Sasha, Iook at Papa. This is our papa.
Look at your papa.
Where's MarkeI?
He's in demand now.
The onIy street sweeper for 1 0 bIocks.
Did Moscow run out of sweepers?
It sure did.
Where did they aII go?
Into poIitics.
Good-bye, sorrow. Good-bye war.
They say that stove was designed
by a graduate of the University of HeideIberg.
AII metaI , smeIted , with phenomenaI heating capacity,
soId onIy at either the SmoIensky or the DaniIovsky Market.
They say it onIy takes one newspaper to make a breakfast.
How heavy is it?
I don't know, some 1 5-20 kiIos. The pipe goes out of the window.
One can onIy dream of such a wonder.
This is pre-war red wine.
Here's to your return , Yuri.
ImpossibIe.
What's impossibIe?
It's impossibIe to warm up a 20-kiIogram stove
to the needed temperature with onIy one newspaper.
You need severaI Iogs to make a breakfast.
That's basic physics.
Don't argue. There is such a stove.
You can go to the SmoIensky Market and find out everything about it.
I'II go there and find out.
Good , because I never have the time.
Where did you hunt down this marveIous bird?
I aImost traded it for a Justice Department uniform.
Here we go.
It was very irresponsibIe of you to reject such a profitabIe offer.
We couId use some nice things around here.
It's aImost wintertime.
That's right, Tonya.
Don't we have enough nice things?
I remember this house used to be fiIIed with warm cIothes.
UnfortunateIy, in March , when foodstuffs began to disappear,
we had to trade many things for meat, matches, and bread.
HoId on , I need a spoon.
Here, Tonya, Yuri.
Go ahead , eat.
Liza.
Excuse me, I didn't sIeep weII on the way back.
Go ahead , Yuri.
How embarrassing! In front of the servant.
Don't you know how Father is?
When he was taIking about the uniform ,
he was thinking about me and you.
Who knows what wiII come in December?
The winter. The winter wiII come.
Not onIy that.
They say AIexandr Fedorovich wiII Ieave.
Let him Ieave.
There are pIenty of idiots to fiII his pIace.
Bread , matches, Kerensky, a wonder-stove.
I don't understand anything. I don't recognize anything.
WeII , I don't recognize you.
I'm the same.
But what's with aII of you? I just feeI Iike smashing everything.
Go ahead and smash everything.
Answer me honestIy, what happened to you at the front?
What was supposed to happen to me at the front?
It happened. I see it.
What couId happen there except sorrow, war, and death?
And something eIse.
Nothing I can remember.
I ran into a few peopIe. By chance. I wrote to you about them:
I met Gordon there.
There was another compIeteIy accidentaI meeting.
Remember the girI who fired at the Sventitsky's Christmas party?
She worked as one of my nurses.
No, I don't remember.
Oh! The daughter of a French woman who owned a workshop.
-Some Madame Goshir or other. -Gishar.
We saved her Iife once with Faddey.
MeaningIess episode, perfectIy accidentaI.
Yes.
No, no, don't do that!
Go to your own room.
We're going to sIeep separateIy?
Come back to your senses.
Did I say something?
You did! You sure did.
Don't you know that nothing happens by accident? Nothing!
What?
What are the odds of running into her by accident after so many years?
Do you suspect me of having an affair?
No, I do not.
But fate speIIs everything out pIain enough.
OnIy an idiot can faiI to see that.
What do you suggest I do?
I suggest that you find that woman and stay with her.
Has everyone gone mad here?
Take the fIyswatter so you can smash anything you want!
Father, can you teII me what's happening?
Or eIse I'II go insane.
Nothing's happening. TrifIes:
War. Despair. RevoIution.
There was a war before too, with Japan. That was 1 905.
We Iost everything , Yuri. We simpIy Iost everything.
Our nation is no more.
We pIaced so much hope on KorniIov's march into Petrograd ,
hoping he wouId stop the anarchy.
SoIdiers and cadets were ready to support him.
Just think! This son of a Cossack and a peasant woman
is perfect to Iead the country through turmoiI.
You can't imagine what kind of August we've had.
Hopes and broken dreams.
I remember vagueIy reading something
about a riot and worker miIitias.
What miIitias?
Who's drunk, you or I?
And this stage cIown threw a tantrum in front of the generaI.
''Where are you going?
How can you crush the victory of the February revoIution?''
And the generaI Iost his spirits and gave them up
in front of a sniveIing Kerensky.
You know the magic word you can petrify any Russian with?
I know. The poIice.
Oh , no, you idiot!
''Democracy.''
And here's another one: ''PeopIe's ruIe.''
Just mention ''peopIe's ruIe'' to any Russian moron ,
son of a Cossack and a peasant woman ,
and you'II see his eyes turn bIind with ruthIess desire.
Do you know what awaits us aII?
Shit!
A sea of shit.
We'II aII drown in it.
And no sewage workers wiII come to save us.
Even the street sweepers are gone.
Here's what you do.
No! There's nothing you can do against shit!
But there is.
What is it?
SIeep it off.
I can't. My feet won't move.
Forgive me, Yuri. Find out about that stove, though.
Breakfasts made with one newspaper are our Iast hope!
Run for your Iife!
Wait for me!
Give me a stretcher. This one goes first.
CarefuI.
Who did this to you?
Move him carefuIIy.
Where are they?
Here, here, quickIy!
Are there any more stretchers?
Here, over here!
Don't sit here. Let's go.
Faddey Kazimirovich , I'm back!
Do you recognize me?
I thought you were kiIIed.
I was wounded in the thigh ,
but I'm heaIthy now and can get back to my duties.
Does the front stiII exist?
Depends.
Depends on what?
On how you Iook at it
and the oId Moscow way of Iife that is aImost gone now.
Nonsense.
We're aII stiII here, the same peopIe, inteIIectuaIs.
I wouIdn't say that. Everyone is seIIing something.
WeII , you were away.
You haven't noticed the prices. They've gone up.
Prices for meat rose by 600%%% over the Iast four months.
Prices for butter went up by 1 ,000%%% .
This is aII nonsense anyway. That's not the point.
We don't Iive on bread aIone.
Did you operate a Iot?
Up to 1 0 operations a day.
And what do you want from me?
Work.
No!
In what sense?
In the sense that we're fuIIy staffed.
You don't need anyone? A surgeon? A diagnostician?
You need to work on the anaIysis of your unique experience in the war.
I want to operate.
I aIso want to, but not here.
When a dam can't contain a fIood , it gets washed away.
Europe has bIed dry. AII that is Ieft is EngIand and America.
New Jersey. My wife's nephew Iives there.
I don't know where that is.
I don't know, either.
But I'm going there. I mean , I'm saiIing there.
Are you serious?
Soon , it wiII be too Iate. I advise you to Ieave.
You have a chiId and a whoIe Iife ahead of you.
Think about it.
When a dam can't contain a fIood , it gets washed away.
You must keep this in mind.
I'II take you on temporariIy. Have your answer for me in a month.
About New Jersey?
Go to the Doctors' Lounge. I won't keep you any Ionger.
I have one question for you.
I'm Iistening.
Some sort of a wonder-stove is being peddIed around Moscow.
It was designed by some graduate of the University of HeideIberg.
WeII , I'm the graduate of the University of HeideIberg.
I made that stove. What of it?
Is that not aIIowed?
You?
So it's true you can make breakfast with onIy one newspaper?
Not you , too!
My father-in-Iaw asked me to find out.
Lies! They aII Iie!
TheoreticaIIy, it's supposed to give out heat.
But in reaIity, it's a piece of junk.
It works, aII right, but eats up tons of wood.
TeII that to your father-in-Iaw.
The probIem is not with the stove but with the wood.
What about yourseIf? What do you put in it?
I use wood.
There's a wooden fence
at the corner of Serebryany and MoIchanovka.
I suggest you use that.
Do it at night. The streets are poorIy Iit these days.
We must aII go to New Jersey! New Jersey!
The briefcase. Where is my briefcase?
What briefcase?
StoIen?
Can you heIp me up, pIease?
Why take the briefcase? Bastards!
There were onIy papers in there.
And it was for those bastards that I made the revoIution.
So we owe the revoIution to you?
I was just taIking figurativeIy.
-What did they hit you with? -Who knows?
Perhaps with the PenaI Code.
Why waste a good book? They couId use it to make breakfast.
You've got the right idea, young man.
I think we've met before.
Can you waIk?
I'II try.
Let me heIp you.
The bastards stoIe my briefcase.
I remember now. You?
Where is your assistant? That heavyset man?
Faddey Kazimirovich? I used to be his assistant.
Is he aIive?
Yes, thank God.
What about that Iady, Madame Gishar?
The second attempt proved more effective.
Why didn't you save her?
To save is not my department.
I can onIy warn.
You need to rest. Stay in bed for two days.
Bed rest? You're joking. I Iive in St. Petersburg now.
Have to be there the day after tomorrow.
PIease bring some cognac here and two gIasses.
I feeI feverish.
My name is Viktor IppoIitovich Komarovsky, a Iawyer,
and untiI recentIy an assistant to Chernov, the Minister of AgricuIture.
Yuri Andreevich ,
Surgeon and Diagnostician of the Krestovo-Vozdvizhensky HospitaI.
And your surname?
So Chernov is gone?
He's gone.
And what now?
And now I offer consuIting services to another party.
To my nameIess savior.
There are great achievements ahead of us.
Finish with your achievements and revoIutions,
or eIse next time, you'II end up with a crushed skuII.
Why do you think aII this happened?
Because of the war.
Your view is naive. War onIy triggered the whoIe thing.
The reaI reason was property, young man. Remember that.
It happened so that peopIe Iike you and me
couId do what we wanted with this property without asking the poIice,
the church , or the Tsar for a bIessing.
Everything eIse is fog , a smokescreen.
Freedom , equaIity, brotherhood. That's for the Iower cIass scum.
They'II cut each other's throat
by the time they figure out what freedom means.
We're going to own it aII , and we'II be absoIuteIy free.
I think you've made a mistake.
The genie that you've reIeased from the bottIe
wiII be impossibIe to put back in.
We don't need to put him back into the bottIe. We must be next to him.
To protect your interests, and that's aII.
Because of these so-caIIed interests,
the woman you Iove Iost her mother and her husband.
You saw her?
Yes, on the front Iines.
You must teII me about her, or eIse I'II break your head.
Or I'II break yours.
What? You , too?
She's a phenomenaI woman , isn't she?
AbsoIuteIy free inside. She's got gypsy bIood in her.
And the coIor of her hair, her skin.
And that fIeeting expression on her face, Iike on Mona Lisa.
I thought about her for a Iong time and came to the concIusion
that she has a sIight squint in her Ieft eye.
Do you agree?
Where is she now?
I thought you knew.
In Yuriatin.
Oh , yes. She has a daughter, Katerina.
Have you seen her?
On the front? You must be joking.
I apoIogize.
StiII , what's your name, young man?
Zhivago.
Yuri?
Are you sIeeping?
I was an idiot.
I agree.
But I reaIIy do beIieve in fate.
No, Tonya, no.
But there are signs.
You aIways happen to run into that woman.
We aII run into thousands of peopIe. But there is choice or wiII.
I chose you , my home, and my work. That's aII.
Do you know what I missed the most during the time that you were gone?
Your scent. I reaIIy missed it.
I was going crazy for it.
But when you returned , I feIt you were someone eIse.
You even carried a different scent.
That's why you burned my things.
I stiII haven't seen your scar.
It's on my thigh.
I'm going to Iive here now, on your Ieg ,
and won't Ieave anywhere from here.
I think that's no Ionger rain , but haiI.
No. It's gunfire.
It's horribIe.
Bastards!
Yuri , if you're coming with me, get dressed!
It's a coup!
What coup?
God knows. We'II find out in the Duma. Get dressed.
No, I won't aIIow it!
Quiet.
The fate of the country is at stake.
No, no!
CaIm down , quiet.
No, Yuri , I beg you. Don't open it!
Oh , my God!
Don't get mad , Yuri Andreevich.
The entire bIock is enguIfed in gunfire.
I got here on aII fours, so to speak.
The city's wine ceIIars have been opened.
The mob is piIIaging anything they can put their hands on.
There was shooting , but I got away with this one.
HeIIo, UncIe Sasha!
My dear MikhaiI Grigorievich!
Now I understand.
It's a coup against Prohibition.
They'II sweep the ceIIars cIean , and then they'II stop shooting.
How did you get this here? It's so heavy!
WeII , if we can't reverse history, we can at Ieast have a drink.
But it's stoIen.
I represent city government.
Bring it upstairs.
My boys, you came back from the Front aIive.
I dream of the time when you were both kids.
Let's hope this is fine Georgian wine.
This isn't wine.
Cognac?
My friends, this is indeed cognac!
Tonya! Set the tabIe!
HoId on a second.
When did you get back from the Front?
I aIready said. Today.
And Iook at this one.
-And what's there, how is it? -There is no more front.
Right. That was to be expected.
Here, take it.
Oh , God!
And I thought I Iost everything.
I picked it up when you got wounded.
Take a Iook. They're exceIIent. ExceIIent.
Did you take them aII?
Some of them , but not aII.
I have around 400 photographs.
I think eventuaIIy they'II have a tremendous vaIue.
You can seII them somewhere, Iike New Jersey.
I don't count it out.
No one needs these now. Can't even seII them for a kopeck.
Here's to Misha!
To MikhaiI!
-Thank you! -CongratuIations!
These are exceIIent!
I don't have anything to brag about.
Not one poem , can you beIieve it?
Not one idea. AbsoIuteIy nothing.
The war swaIIowed everything.
-I don't beIieve it. -I'm teIIing you , not a singIe idea.
Do you know what famiIy is?
-How Iong have you been married? -AImost 7 years.
See? Faddey used to teII me that a marriage can onIy Iast seven years.
If it Iasts Ionger, it becomes incest.
Your Faddey is an idiot.
I Iived with my Iate wife for 30 years.
Did you hear that?
They're aIready near.
Soon , they'II be in the Iiving room.
ActuaIIy, I did create something.
Tonya, bring Sasha here.
I think you're drunk.
Bring him.
Bring him , pIease.
I'm jeaIous of you. ReaIIy.
I want a famiIy Iike yours.
I wouId give anything for it.
Don't worry, it wiII happen.
I don't want to! I don't want to!
Come on , quiet, quiet, quiet!
Here, kiss him.
I don't want to! I don't want to!
Like him?
ReaIIy cute.
WeII , then take them both.
What?
I'm speaking to you Iike a brother. They're yours.
I need to write. I need to write.
What, you don't want them?
Then I don't know what to give you.
Let's swap crosses,
Iike Myshkin and Rogozhin in Dostoevsky's Idiot.
I don't wear a cross.
You don't say!
Then Iet's swap shirt buttons! AII right?
AII right!
It's aII quiet!
Everyone, it's aII over!
The Decree on Peace