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
Viktor Stepanov
GaIina PoIskikh
Anton Khabarov
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 8
Script by Yuri Arabov
Excuse me. I need to see the chief surgeon.
Ask him.
-Are you the chief surgeon? -Yes. What do you want?
I'm a surgeon from Moscow, worked at the front.
I want to inquire about a position at your hospitaI.
CarefuIIy, put it down.
Don't you need a surgeon?
What we need is some heIp to move aII these goods.
I'm a doctor's assistant, there is no chief surgeon.
-I'm responsibIe for everything. -This means I'm Iucky.
Don't you understand? We're in the middIe of an evacuation.
We have an order to take aII vaIuabIes to the station.
Stop! Stop, I teII you!
Excuse me, we're busy.
Comrade, you're in the way. CarefuI. Lift it higher.
Like this, Iike this.
Shooting's everywhere!
PUBLIC LIBRARY
Good day.
Why are you Iooking at me Iike that?
-It's just that you remind me of. . . -I know, I know.
PIease, sit down.
Thank you.
Are you from the church or from Varykino?
Varykino.
You know, we are three sisters.
PeopIe mistake us so often for one another.
I know about you from EIena.
You're Gromeko, right?
One of Kruger's heirs.
I'm going to fiII out an appIication for an account.
No, no. No need.
What do you need?
The Iatest newspapers.
It's been two months since we've received anything.
AII right, then , pIease give me summer papers.
Summer papers. Of course.
Be my guest.
Thank you.
May I sit here? Is it taken?
I beIieve the woman has Ieft.
Did something happen?
What?
They shot the royaI famiIy in Ekaterinburg.
-And the chiIdren? -AII of them.
When?
In JuIy.
I don't understand. Why? For what purpose?
So there wouIdn't be a road back.
But no one, not even the Cossacks, said a word to stop it.
I'm going to write.
I'm going to write an articIe about aII this fiIth!
What coIumn? What are you taIking about?
Others wiII write it Iater.
Exhausted yet?
We won't be done by the New Year.
Why the suitcase?
Oh , it's aII right. Leave it if you don't want it.
Let me heIp you.
It's aII right.
I have some news for you , Averky.
My mouth is fuII of sand. You cIeaned the potatoes badIy!
The Tsar's entire famiIy was kiIIed by the BoIsheviks,
incIuding the chiIdren.
Why aren't you saying anything?
What am I supposed to say?
What? Did you know about this?
Of course, I knew. And why not?
Everyone knew.
And?
And nothing.
Don't you feeI sorry for them?
No.
WeII , I don't know what the heII that is.
I'm asking , though , is anyone sorry for the Iate Emperor?
I'm sorry for him.
Look, everyone, this is the onIy person in Russia
who feeIs sympathy for His Majesty.
I guess I was wrong about my peopIe.
We took their dumbness,
begotten by servitude and vodka, for meekness.
And we took their pride and whimsicaI fantasy for spirituaIity.
I need to teII you something.
We forgot the compIete inabiIity of the Russian peopIe
to organize as a society.
The communists want to put on them a metaI Ieash of governance,
but when the metaI rusts,
chaos, anarchy, and debauchery wiII ensue,
as it happened during the Iast year of the German war.
I'm pregnant.
You're in the country and not in a university cIassroom.
Here you need to work and to quit taIking.
Good day.
HeIIo.
Don't take your jacket off. It's coId.
Can you teII me if you have any newspapers
where they put ads for work?
What vacancies? Do you hear expIosions in Varykino?
We hear them every night.
I'II heIp.
AIexandr VasiIiyevich is on his way. I wish he'd hurry up.
Don't worry. He's deaf. Doesn't hear anything.
Do you think it wiII get better?
At Ieast we'II have other books, Yuri Andreevich.
You even know my name.
Yes, I know.
PIease sign it.
-To Marfa-- -ProkIovna.
I know.
Some address. Yours?
No, it's yours.
Someone is interested in you.
Who?
One of our teachers.
Katya, we're going to eat now.
Good day.
Just a minute.
I saw the door was open , and I thought it was Katya.
Do you have a rag?
You must be joking.
I don't trust you.
Zhivago, aren't you ashamed?
You've been here a month and haven't Iet your presence be known.
How do you know that?
I saw you in the Iibrary.
Why didn't you come up to me?
Because you went past me with your nose up to the ceiIing.
I don't even know what to ask you about.
Did you find your husband?
Yes and no.
Remember, I toId you that he was aIive.
I didn't find my husband. He's StreInikov now.
StreInikov! No kidding?
I saw him.
ReaIIy?
I didn't.
Here's a toweI.
Heroes of the revoIution
can't afford the weakness of having a wife and chiIdren.
What was he Iike?
Most kind.
Strange.
-Not considering- -The bIood and the savagery.
Say what's on your mind.
BIood and savagery.
Zhivago, you won't disappear again , wiII you?
What?
Let's have dinner.
Katya is coming back soon.
Take your jacket off. Let's eat.
I can't. My famiIy is waiting for me at home.
I can't. I can't right now.
For a haIf hour, Yuri.
It's time for me to go.
Quiet!
It's here, gentIemen.
Stop.
Here wiII be the switchboard terminaI and the teIegraph office.
Throw it out! Throw out that fiIth!
I won't throw it out.
You'II ruin me! Throw it out, Comrade--
I mean , Madame Antipova, you'II ruin both of us.
Don't you understand? Think about it.
What don't you understand?
Your aImighty husband won't heIp you now.
Quite the opposite.
-Do you know which side he's on? -No, I don't.
Neither do I.
That's it!
They're here. That's it.
-Do you want to Iive? -Yes, I do! I want to Iive!
Hide Marx, and you'II be rewarded.
Look at that!
Larisa Fedorovna, heIIo!
Stop.
Oh , damn it!
We'II make the Teachers' Lounge the private office for His ExceIIency.
-That's reasonabIe. -What office? Have you gone insane?
I won't Iet you anywhere near the schooI.
GIad to weIcome you.
What, do you have any more questions for me?
No, none, Mrs. Antipova.
StreInikova, remember?
GentIemen , I'II be right back.
Let's go.
You're stiII the same. You don't change.
Larisa, how Iong are you going to test my patience?
I'm His ExceIIency's first deputy.
And I'm your oIder sister, which is scary.
Keep this oIder sister stuff for our private Iife.
First of aII , don't humiIiate me in front of my junior officers.
For other peopIe,
we're Radion Fedorovich and Larisa Fedorovna, get it?
-How Iong are you going to stay? -That's up to the Lord.
And secondIy, don't pretend to be important.
Our InteIIigence Service is taking over your buiIding.
We'II find a new one for the schooI.
-No. -What do you mean , no?
I'II pretend and humiIiate you. The chiIdren have to Iearn.
I'm not going to wait untiI you find a new buiIding.
You might suffer terribIe consequences.
I said , no. I mean it.
Have you ever heard of a man named Strese?
That's it. I'm going.
It's impossibIe to change anything. WeII , aImost.
I think I'II stay with you. I'm tired of this Iife on horseback.
There's onIy room enough for me and my daughter.
AII right, fine. In that case, can I borrow some money?
What kind?
What kind of money does your regime use?
WiII sapphires do?
Leave the schooI aIone!
I'II try, of course, but I can't promise anything.
Both of you are so taIkative today. Can't get a word out of you.
No matter how many we take away, the heap doesn't grow smaIIer.
There is enough here for aII of Yuriatin.
For the Whites and the Reds.
Yuri , you Iook tired.
I can see it.
Papa, maybe he shouIdn't go to Yuriatin today.
Last time, he came back upset.
Maybe they arrested someone, and he doesn't want to teII us.
Arrested who?
Yuriatin is taken by GeneraI Vitsin.
They arrest those who were the arresters yesterday.
How can one make sense of aII of it?
Oh , my poor Russia!
Russians kiIIing Russians.
Of aII tragedies, fratricide is the most terribIe.
The nation is Iosing its best sons.
The most energetic and the most taIented.
We're faIIing decades backwards in our deveIopment.
Oh , some Iuck for the hunter!
Look at this beauty!
Tonya, prepare it for Iunch.
It's better to saIt it and put it in a barreI.
We don't know what wiII happen to us tomorrow.
What's in Yuriatin?
How shouId I know?
Going there is Iike going to the gaIIows.
To the Reds, I'm the Krugers' former estate manager.
To the Whites, I've got a son who's a peopIe's hero.
Maybe Yuri wiII go.
No.
You said that everything is as it used to be.
The Iibrary is fuII of peopIe.
I heard that Yuriatin has a Iarge Iibrary.
Today, it's aIready too Iate, Yuri.
Do you hear me?
I aIready said no.
Yuri , are you sIeeping?
No.
Did you think about me this past year?
No.
Not once?
Not once.
Me, neither.
The guns on the armored train are shooting.
Must be your husband.
Some husband!
He was in some other Iife, in a different country.
In the Russian empire.
How easy it is to say that. A different country.
Yes, horribIe.
He's somewhere cIose. I feeI it.
If it weren't for him , we'd starve to death.
I owe him very much. This house, my job.
A week ago, a man came.
He brought aII kinds of things. SiIentIy turned around and Ieft.
You probabIy owe your wife a Iot, too.
What's her name?
Tonya.
You said it in the hospitaI.
You hate me, right?
Right.
Don't you want to feed your daughter?
She's not here. Haven't you noticed?
She's not home. She's got a wonderfuI nanny.
You know, my Sasha can't do anything without his mother.
AII day he's either crying or siIent.
I don't even know what wiII become of him.
He'II become a poet.
No, no, anything but that.
I need to do something with that boy.
He shouId sign orders, carry them out, become a man.
I think you won't see him for a whiIe.
In what sense?
In aII possibIe senses.
I think you're mistaken.
Then Ieave.
Who's your favorite cIassicaI hero?
Oedipus.
Oedipus? Why?
Because he feIt a sense of guiIt and sorrow.
And yours?
Judith.
What?
Do you know why she cut off HoIophernes's head?
Yes, because he. . .
Because he was a BoIshevik.
I think I'II do the same thing to you.
Go ahead , but do it quickIy.
AIthough , I'm not a BoIshevik. Your husband is.
He's not a party member.
The fact that he's with the BoIsheviks is an accident.
They toIerate him now whiIe he waIks aIong with them , but Iater. . .
I know it wiII aII end badIy.
Come on , Katya!
I don't want to! Let Mama dress me!
That's enough!
That's enough , did you hear me?
Let's get dressed. Come on.
Come on , don't cry.
There can be nothing between us.
But there isn't anything.
That's what I wanted to say.
We wiII stay with our famiIies,
and everything wiII be Iike it used to be.
Everything wiII be Iike it used to be.
Leave.
My dad wiII come, and he'II cut your head off.
Stop!
I Iove you.
Yuri , what are you doing? What do you pIan on doing?
I Iove you!
Listen , you have. . .
You have a daughter and , Iike you've said , a husband.
I have a wife! I have a pregnant wife!
A famiIy!
What am I pIanning on doing?
I'm pIanning to teII the truth , hoping that someday she'II forgive me!
Quiet, quiet.
Leave.
Leave. I'II accept any decision that you make.
Leave.
Go, go!
Excuse me.
What have you done? You idiot!
Stop!
Let me go.
Go. I'm not hoIding you.
Where? I have nowhere to go.
Nowhere, nowhere.
You have a famiIy.
I don't have anything anymore.
Nothing.
What are you taIking about?
I'm asking for you to reIease me.
Not a day passed when I didn't think about you ,
about your hair, about your Iips, your voice!
I even thought that one of your feet had toes grown together.
Like those?
This is normaI for an adoIescent. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I can't get enough of you. I think I might die.
That's it, quiet.
That's it.
Go.
I got aII that I wanted from you.
Go.
Where?
To your wife.
TeII her how you're dying , how you can't get enough.
Go. Go ahead.
You're insane. I understand.
Yes, but you're drawn to the insane.
If you're Ieaving , go.
I'm not going anywhere from here.
No, you'II go.
No, I won't.
No, you'II go.
Oh , God!
I hate you.
No, I don't fIatter When I teII the Tsar the truth
Voskoboynikov, whose poetry is this?
You shouId know.
This is the poetry of AIexandr Sergeyevich Pushkin.
Today, we wiII discuss monarchism and its infIuence
on the great Russian poet.
In his poem ''To the SIanderers of Russia,''
he expressed Iove for the Russian monarchicaI dynasty
and hope for its bright future.
In everything, I want to reach For the very essence
In work, in searching for the path In the heart's turmoiI
For the essence of days gone by
For their causes, for foundations For roots, for the core
AIways grasping the thread Of fates and events
I want to Iive, to think To feeI, to Iove, to make discoveries
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
Oh , MercifuI God!
If You exist, I beg You , pIease forgive Your sinfuI servant.
ReIieve him of the painfuI choice
that he does not have the strength nor the abiIity to make.
The pIay and pain Of triumph reached
Is the drawn string of a taut bow
Don't move!
Comrade Doctor?
Doctor.
You'II ride with us to the woods.
For Iong?
Our doctor has been kiIIed.
We're forcefuIIy drafting you as a medicaI worker.
If you agree, we guarantee your compIete safety.
If you do not accept our offer, I'II shoot you.
You'II return home after our definitive victory.
That won't be soon.
Are you Averky Stepanovich's son?
I'm carrying out his orders.
I'm warning you , if you try to escape, I'II simpIy shoot you.
Catch up!
1 9 1 9
Keep going! Keep going!
Doctor, want to go back to your Ioved ones?
Go ahead , run.
Don't faII behind!
Don't shoot!
Doctor!
''God heIp the Iiving.''
RifIes! Gather the rifIes!
Take the horses into the woods!
Quit marauding!
Gather the rifIes, I said!
Finish off the wounded!
Where are you running? Come here!
Take the rifIes! Carry them here!
Left! Take them to the Ieft!
-Where are you going? -To the wagon! There's food there!
Don't waste the ammo. Use your bayonets.
Sergei Rantzevich.
Enough Iooting!
QuickIy! QuickIy!
''God heIp the Iiving.''
Move it, move it! Enough!
I said , we're Ieaving!
The oatmeaI is tasty. Eat.
Katya, did anyone come in?
Teddy, pIease eat.
Katya, why is the door open?
No one came? I'm asking you!
What are you doing? We have nothing to eat as it is.
I'm asking you! How many times have I toId you?
When you're home, cIose the door!
-Understand? -You don't cIose it, either.
Forgive me.
Forgive your. . .
Forgive your mommy.
Forgive her.