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
GaIina PoIskikh
Viktor Stepanov AIeksei Petrenko
Sergei Gorobchenko Sergei Garmash
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 7
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
OriginaI Music by Eduard Artemyev
Production Designer: Viktor Yushin
Bring the stretchers!
Art Director: VIadimir Ermakov
Costume Design by SvetIana Medovaya
Excuse me.
Costume Design by PaveI Lipatov
Makeup Department: Marina Firsova, Ekaterina Mitrofanova
Sound Producer: Levon Mnatsakanyan
Here's the enveIope. I signed it for him.
Executive Producer: GaIina Shadur
Are you hungry?
Yes.
My wife made it from a Ioaf of white bread.
Mine from rye bread.
There's good news.
ReaIIy? What?
The GuIf of FinIand has frozen over.
A coupIe of days, and we're in FinIand.
I thought you were heading the other way.
I'm not worried about myseIf.
Be kind enough to wait in the Iobby.
This is a hospitaI , not the front Iines.
This is Comrade Neverov, member of the CentraI Committee.
As if you don't understand!
AII sort of provocations are possibIe.
Take him downstairs to the Iobby. Don't do anything untiI I teII you.
You are toId in pIain Russian , go downstairs, comrades.
Take him to Room 6.
Don't worry. Our best diagnostician wiII see the patient.
Go, carry out the Hippocratic Oath.
And you?
You haven't been ''squeezed in'' yet?
What do you mean?
I mean , it's the end , my friend. The rock bottom.
No home, no corner, no country.
Go on , goddamn it!
Why aren't you wearing masks? Don't you see this is typhus?
Temperature's over 1 05 degrees. Give him a shot right away.
Your name, pIease.
PaveI Feropontovich Neverov-FaithIess.
''FaithIess''! BeautifuI stage name.
It's a party name.
No one makes a revoIution under his own name.
Doctor, do I have a chance? TeII me the truth.
50-50.
Take off his pants.
Don't touch me. I'II do it myseIf.
Take them off.
AII typhus patients, Mister Neverov, are equaI.
Typhus does not care for your cIass or if you are a man or a woman.
Do you need anything?
-In what sense? -In a practicaI sense.
Downstairs I have two of my men. They'II take care of everything.
Thank you.
PIease give me back my syringe and turn to your side.
Are you a member of the party?
No.
Join.
I'II think about it.
Eh , Doctor, think or don't think, we won't take you anyway.
Oktyabrsky HospitaI
Young man!
Do you know what you've Iost?
I can't teII which Iast name is on these coupons.
Komarovsky.
There is one Iike that.
Let's start with the smaII stuff.
Are you going to take some capers?
What, excuse me?
-Capers. -I don't understand.
And you Iook Iike an inteIIigent person!
Capers, oIives with cheese, mushrooms:
saffron miIk caps, straw mushrooms.
We'II take straw mushrooms.
PickIes in saIt and marinade.
-We'II take it. -AII right.
Wait, this probabIy costs an exorbitant amount of money.
What kind of regime do you think this is?
We don't need money here.
We need the coupons.
Now sausages: Braunschweig , saIami , Krakow, Jewish , Iiver sausage,
horsemeat sausage, Homemade, pork sausage.
Do you have water?
Yes. SeItzer. Are you going to take it?
Yes.
-The doorbeII rang! -I'II open it.
No, no! I'II open it!
-Tonya! -Shura! Come on in!
Shura!
So?
-You are a Robespierre in a skirt! -Skirts are out of styIe now.
Leather riding pants are in styIe now, but I haven't bought any yet.
-HeIIo. -Let's go.
They say you are a big boss now.
No, not reaIIy.
I work in a IocaI counciI.
Let's go! Let's go!
I'm so gIad to see you!
Oh , congratuIations on your demobiIization , Mister Zhivago!
Come, Shura, come!
It Iooks Iike a hoIiday over here.
Every day of the gIorious proIetarian revoIution is a hoIiday.
You said it, absoIuteIy right.
And foreign ambassadors are saying that we're starving.
-Dirty Iiars! -I think so, too.
Excuse me, what are you doing here?
-What is he doing there? -Measuring your Iiving space.
My friends, I have to teII you the truth.
You are being ''squeezed in''.
But I personaIIy took it upon myseIf
to reduce aII possibIe inconveniences.
What inconveniences?
They couId have some drunks or thugs move in here.
Other criminaI eIements.
This dough is deIicious. Like in the oId days.
Instead , I'II personaIIy choose who'II be moving in here.
After aII , we're practicaIIy famiIy.
Drunks, thugs? What are you taIking about, Shura?
Workers are going to Iive here.
They fed and put cIothes on your back,
whiIe they themseIves Iived in rat hoIes.
That time's gone!
It's time for them to rise from the underground , understand?
Get out!
What?
Get out.
Yuri!
I'II kiII you!
What are you doing?
I wanted to reduce your inconveniences, Yuri!
Yuri , I beg you!
-Yuri! -What are you doing?
Yuri!
Leave me aIone!
Come on , I'm not a kid!
Papa, pIease!
This is because of Sasha, Yuri.
Where is that damn Faddey?
Papa, quiet.
You have typhus fever, Yuri Andreevich.
You need to go to the hospitaI immediateIy.
Good morning!
-Katerina, what are you doing? -I'm tickIing.
Aren't you ashamed?
What about you? You're going to be Iate for schooI.
You're right.
-Let's get up. -Yes.
I was dreaming that our house was moving somepIace.
The bedroom was moving. And we were moving , too.
1 9 1 8
Tonya, Iisten to me. Listen to me, pIease.
Yuri , your entire cheek is covered in frost.
StiII aII the worId Is wrapped in gIoom
An age must pass tiII earIy dawn
EternaIIy the square has Iain
Outstretched To the crossing of the roads
Where are we going , and why?
Before the Iight and warmth return Must pass a whoIe miIIennium
Look at these faces! They are aII mongoIoids.
Not a Russian mug among them!
Quiet, quiet, Papa.
They'II kick us off the train.
We must thank the revoIution for showing us the true nature of things
and the true character of the peopIe.
Without it we wouId have never noticed
the country we had been Iiving in aII these Iong years.
Thank you.
This is Iike a fIight of a bird without a nest,
without a homeIand it can return to.
This is freedom.
Look at these faces! Guards and prisoners Iook the same.
Peter the Great's Chamber of Curiosities!
You and Yuri are in high spirits. Why do I feeI depressed?
Sasha! Sasha!
StiII aII the worId Is wrapped in gIoom
At such an earIy hour
How many stars - no man can know And each Iike dayIight is agIow
And couId it choose Then aII the gIobe
Might weII have sIept AII Easter through
To the chant of psaIm and prayer
-Papa! -Sasha!
Mama, we've arrived!
Have they gone mad?
-Is there a doctor here? -No.
At Ieast someone who understands something about medicine?
-There's a man dying. - I'm a doctor.
-Why didn't you say so? -I'm saying it.
Over there, the conductor. Anyway, you'II come with us.
-Where are you going , Yuri? -Tonya!
Stay caIm. We'II return your husband to you.
What's burning here? The Whites were here?
No, our men.
There's one guy here.
The IocaIs refused to give up their foodstuffs.
FIagrant sabotage! The most obvious case of anarchy.
So they sent us StreInikov.
Now there are no IocaIs and no sabotage.
How much Ionger are you going to Iie there?
I don't have any more strength Ieft!
Did you see this?
I said , I can't! I'm about to die!
You'II take over.
I don't know how. I just know how to bIow the horn.
Does it hurt under the shouIder bIade?
He's had a heart attack. Cardiac arrest is possibIe.
-Can he drive the train? -What train? Are you insane?
But where wiII I get another conductor?
Let him sIeep it off for an hour or two.
An hour.
Thank you , Doctor.
-I actuaIIy don't have any pains. -I know.
It's just that I haven't sIept for three days.
Look at Lesha. He's bareIy standing on his feet.
Son?
That's right.
Is it far to Yuriatin?
Four stops.
AII right, rest.
At midnight man and beast faII dumb On hearing springtime's reveIation
Once weather cIears
Then just as soon Can death itseIf be overcome
By the power of Resurrection
Stop, or I'II shoot!
Who are you?
I'm a doctor from Moscow, traveIing with my famiIy to Yuriatin.
-Do you have your documents? -Yes.
Don't put your hands down. I'II take them myseIf.
-What river is this? -Rinva.
-And what station is this? -No station.
These documents Iook fake. We'II have to put you to the waII.
I don't understand.
Go straight. We'II have to kiII you.
Wipe your feet, damn it!
The Commander wiII shoot me for the ruined carpet.
I sincereIy apoIogize.
And who is this?
Looks Iike a spy.
He was interested in the station and the Rinva river.
Armed?
Not at aII.
I'm a doctor from Moscow. My train's on the other track.
-What's your speciaIty? -I'm a surgeon and a diagnostician.
HoId on , I'II be a second.
The Commander is an animaI , so say your prayers.
Wipe your hands!
The Commander can't stand fiIth.
Mister TyiI.
He cIeaned his boots and washed his hands.
Name.
Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
A surgeon and a diagnostician
of the Krestovo-Vozdvizhensky HospitaI in Moscow.
You're Iying.
Why?
The hospitaI must have been renamed.
How Iong have you been working as a messenger?
-Since the revoIution. -Between who and whom?
Between my famiIy and the rest of the worId.
I have three unempIoyed dependents.
Do you want some cheese?
Yes.
Come in.
You're not starving here.
Swiss?
I remember you.
You shot me in the back in the spring of 1 9 1 7.
No.
Why are you so sure?
Because we're seeing each other for the first time.
Stand.
Stand!
What is the purpose of your visit to Yuriatin?
I'm not exactIy going to Yuriatin , but to Varykino.
The former property of the Kruger famiIy. Are you an heir?
I'm not cIaiming anything.
What are you bringing for AIexandr VasiIiyevich?
I don't know any AIexandr VasiIiyevich.
Stop Iying , Doctor!
Stop Iying and dodging!
AIexandr VasiIiyevich KoIchak.
His troops are coming up, trying to get through.
We won't Iet them pass.
If you want to Iive under KoIchak, go ahead. To heII with you.
To me, Iiving just means to buiId a Iife for myseIf,
to work in the hospitaI in Yuriatin.
We'II pIant something in the spring. We'II Iive from the Earth.
Be gone.
But remember, our second meeting won't end weII for one of us.
I can Ieave?
Doctor, it's been six months that I don't sIeep.
What shouId I do?
Don't be scared of anything.
Try to change your IifestyIe, your way of Iife.
-PIant potatoes in Varykino? -Yes, try that.
We are witnessing the Last Judgment, Doctor.
There are no more chiIdren or wives. OnIy apocaIyptic creatures.
Winged beasts with swords. You won't sit it out.
You know motherwort? I saw it grow on cIiffs.
You can mix it with vodka
or just drink it as is on an empty stomach , in any amount.
But aII the pIants have burned down.
AIong with the towns.
Let's scatter our words As the garden scatters amber zest
AbsentmindedIy and generousIy Bit by bit
Do you know why I didn't shoot you?
Because I've been a sentimentaI fooI since my youth.
I knew your poems by heart.
Now, get out, before I change my mind.
The Master was weak and cunning A boId peacock, who hated work
It was by accident that he obtained The GIory and the Power over us
Voskoboynikov, whose poetry is this?
Comrade Antipova?
What happened? I don't understand.
An exam in IdeoIogy, that's what.
You were informed about this Iast month.
Oh , my God! I compIeteIy forgot about it.
CIass dismissed.
Stop, stop, stop!
We do not Iive under the Tsar anymore.
We don't keep any secrets from our students or from our teachers.
Meet the examination paneI.
Workers of the Leather Factory,
Comrade Stepanov,
and Comrade Fedotova, member of the PeopIe's Education Committee.
Pick a ticket.
God be with you.
''EngeI's Criticism of German SociaI Democrats' Petty Bourgeois Views
in the Work of Anti-Dühring.''
What's so funny, Comrade Antipova?
Is this a Secret Service interrogation? I cannot Iaugh?
Don't comment. Just answer the question.
AII right.
LogicaIIy speaking , if there's an anti-Dühring
then at some point there must have been a Dühring
against whom aII of this is directed.
He was definiteIy wrong , had petty bourgeois views
that Iater made their way into the ranks of German SociaI Democracy.
Thanks to Comrade EngeIs,
he brought this aII to Iight by subjecting them to tough criticism.
After this, no one can seriousIy discuss Dühring.
The concIusion is simpIe.
For every Dühring there is an anti-Dühring.
This is diaIectics.
That's it.
Right. Now eIaborate.
The fuII scope of the matter wiII be eIaborated by our director.
He's a speciaIist in this fieId.
ReaIIy?
I won't say anything more.
Then puII a second ticket.
With pIeasure.
''Criticism of the Teachings of Ludwig von Feuerbach
in The Work of Ludwig von Feuerbach.''
Go to heII , aII of you!
Where are you going?
Larisa Fedorovna! Listen!
I don't want to hear anything.
You're going to ruin both of us.
Come back, I beg you!
Who came up with this spectacIe?
Why did you have to make a fooI of me in front of the whoIe cIass?
That was the order of the Committee.
To heII with Dühring! To heII with Anti-Dühring!
To heII with Feuerbach! To heII with it aII!
PIease don't teII your husband.
Are you joking?
Of course I'II teII him.
I beg you , for Christ's sake! Don't teII him!
I'II set up a re-examination! No one wiII know!
Don't touch me!
And remember once and for aII , I don't have a husband.
It's aII Iike it used to be, Iike the oId times.
FinaIIy!
My God , AIexandr AIexandrovich!
Come and kiss me here, Averky!
Thank God you got here!
You can put your rifIe away, scarecrow.
And where is Anna Ivanovna?
Mother died. We wrote to you.
My God! We haven't received anything.
HeIIo, Yuri.
HeIIo.
And who's this? Who's this?
What is your name, young man?
Sasha.
So, Mister Administrator, give an answer to the owner.
How's the house?
The woods are cut. The roof is taken down. Right?
Are there any waIIs Ieft?
That's right, Master. Nothing's Ieft.
Not even the waIIs?
Not even the waIIs.
It can't be that nothing's Ieft.
WeII , there are stiII some bricks Ieft.
I toId you , and you wouIdn't Iisten!
Is there a Iot of brick?
There's a Iot of broken brick.
There are perhaps enough good bricks Ieft to buiId a stove.
How couId you Iet this happen ,
you , the manager of the Kruger estate?
Who asked me? Everyone needs something.
You took money for this!
There was that sin. Not a huge one, though.
I had to Iive somehow.
We are not going to stay here another second!
-Yuri! Tonya! -Papa, stop!
So much for, ''Kiss me here! Kiss me there!''
Let's go.
So, do you Iike it?
Where's the vegetabIe garden?
We'II make it in the spring. We'II pIant potatoes, right?
Carrots.
Beets, cabbage.
We'II pIant cabbage.
See, Sasha, that's your house.
What is this?
Tonya, what is this?
This is what you caII , ''Kiss me here!''
Tonya!
Get on your knees. KneeI before this divine Russian man.
No, I won't aIIow it. Never. I must kneeI before you.
So, do you recognize it?
Oh , the mirror!
I used to spend hours in front of it in my youth!
EIena ProkIovna, Iet's go to my bedroom!
-Let's go! -Of course.
''My dear, gIorious cupboard.
I weIcome your existence
that has served the nobIe ends of goodness and fairness
for over 1 00 years.
Your soft caII. . .''
The first act of The Cherry Orchard.
Good! Thank you.
Thank you for your service, Averky.
PIease start the fire.
Thank God we have something to do it with.
The chiIdren's room wiII be in the Ieft wing of the house.
My office wiII be in the right. Yuri's upstairs.
We need to heat up the sheets before bedtime.
How?
They used to put innocent servant girIs on them ;
that is, untiI they did away with serfdom.
What a shame.
Now I bet there aren't any innocent girIs Ieft.
You don't understand anything.
What?
This isn't yours anymore.
It's not yours, is it?
It's for the peopIe. You have nothing to do with it.
For what peopIe?
For the Russian peopIe.
Someday this wiII be an orphanage.
WeII , I'm just going to Iie here and Iive here as Iong as I want.
Over my dead body.
Then it wiII be your dead body.
Listen , Mister Gromeko. It's no Ionger the oId days.
No innocent girIs wiII warm your bed sheets for you.
You can Iive with me for as Iong as you want,
but don't set your foot inside this house.
And make this the Iast time we taIk about this!
Anna Ivanovna, your grandmother, Ioved this baIcony.
You can see from it far, far away.
Get this, manager, I don't need this house.
I won't step one foot inside it, even if you beg me.
Thunder?
Not that type of thunder, Master.
Strange, it wiII be snowing soon. Do you want to ride the horse?
Yes.
And cut out this ''Master'' nonsense.
The Gromekos have never been masters over anyone.
They invited me to the university in Kazan ,
promised to give me my own chair.
Now it turns out I'm not one of you. They didn't give it to me.
I said I heard thunder.
That's not thunder. That's artiIIery.
Yours!
Ours?
Yours.
Yours, ours - nonsense!
What about your son , where is he?
He's with the rebeIs. Fighting your foIk.
Again with your nonsense!
Let's go, Sasha. Give me your hand.
Don't worry, we're not going to Iive at your expense.
Yuri's going to get a job.
That you shouIdn't do.
Why's that?
God forbid they'II shoot him.
You're heirs, capitaIists.
So, just stay put and don't show your face.
We'II Iive through the winter somehow.
Then we'II see.
We aren't used to Iiving without work.
That's what I'm saying , Master!
Here we go. The smaII ones go with the smaII.
This here is for pIanting.
The medium with the medium. The Iarge ones we keep for eating.
Then we cIean the dirt off them.
Each one?
But of course.
When it's covered in dirt, it feeIs disgusting to touch ,
but Iike this it's aII nice and round.
And now we'II throw it into the ceIIar.
There's work here untiI spring.
There is no rush.
Besides, you can't Iive without work.
AII right, I'm ready.
Averky Stepanovich.
Where are you off to, EIena ProkIovna?
Just taking a waIk.
I made myseIf an area here to write, if you don't mind.
Write, Professor, write!
Where are aII these books from?
Most of them are mine.
Some, frankIy, I took from your Iibrary.
What wouId they be Ieft there for?
You did the right thing.
What are the books for?
We don't need them anymore.
What happened?
Something horribIe. There's no soap.
Where wouId you get it now?
What are you doing? What is that?
Soap. First and best substitute.
It's ash.
Beg your pardon.
I don't understand anything.
My head's buzzing. I'm having haIIucinations.
Oh , that's my sister Serafima. We're three sisters.
The other, EIena, Iives on the estate.
She's married to the former manager of the Krugers.
Leave these books under my account.
AII right.
Do you know what it means when you dream of a road?
Wet or dry?
RaiI. The entire house was riding on it.
It means you'II meet the one you Iove.
Or it couId mean someone is about to die.
Bite your tongue!
I nearIy forgot everything.
We used to have books about dreams,
but the communists took them aII.
Now I teII fortunes based on newspapers.
Here, take a newspaper and open it,
name any page and a Iine on it.
Second page, the Iast Iine.
Let's see.
''I wiII aIways remember the way VIadimir IIyich Iikes to sit
when he taIks to a peasant.
He sits so cIose that their knees touch.''
It's definiteIy a date with someone you Iove.
I'II keep that in mind.
I have to teII you something ,
aIthough I am not compIeteIy sure of it.
These are just separate Iines.
Sometimes I'm abIe to get it aII out, but today. . .
Here, read this.
Out Ioud?
PIease.
Oh, if onIy I couId At Ieast in part
I wouId write eight Iines About the properties of passion
About the transgressions, the sins The running, the pursuit
The hasty inadvertences The eIbows, the paIms
I wouId uncover its Iaw Its source
And I wouId repeat the initiaIs Of its names
Thank you. That's enough.
Did you want to teII me something?
Nothing important.