Anna Karenina
INT. POKROVSKOE--NIGHT
CLOSE--Expert fingers--female, unlovely, capable--shape a small lump of
dough which, with some shreds of cabbage, becomes a filled bun called a pirozhok . . .
which is now placed on a baking tray to join rows of pirozhoki ready for the oven.
CLOSE-- One hand opens the oven, and, mittened by an apron, removes
a tray of perfectly baked pirozhoki, which the other hand replaces with the
fresh tray . . . slightly burning itself on a knuckle.
TITLE OVER:
FEBRUARY 1872
POKROVSKOE, KONSTANTIN LEVIN'S ESTATE
INT. KITCHEN, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT
Agafia sucks her knuckle and checks what's cooking on the stove-top. She is
the cook-housekeeper.
AGAFIA:
He needs to come in if he's to wash himself.
A Kitchen Maid at the sink obediently dries her hands on her apron. A
dozing dog, Laska, pricks up her ears.
EXT. YARD, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT
It's snowing. The Kitchen Maid, shawled, with a lantern, makes her way
across the yard towards the cowshed, a short distance, and pushes open the
frozen door. Laska is at her heels, but is made to stay outside.
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INT. COWSHED, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT
The herd stirs at the lantern light. The bull, Berkut, with a ring through
his nose, snorts as the girl goes by. At the back of the shed a cow is calving.
Levin is midwifing, sleeves pulled back, blood and slime up to his elbows.
He is 34. His steward, Vasili, holds up a lantern. Levin pulls carefully at
the emerging forefeet.
LEVIN:
Good girl . . . good girl, Pava.
The calf's head emerges.
KITCHEN MAID:
(ARRIVING)
Agafia Mishaylovna says dinner's like to
spoil.
The calf enters the world like a diver. Levin is feeling great pride and
pleasure.
LEVIN:
. . . her father's colour.
VASILI:
Worth coming home for, Konstantin
Dmitrich!
LEVIN:
I stayed too long in Moscow.
The cow nuzzles and licks her calf.
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INT. DINING ROOM, POKROVSKOE--NIGHT
Cleaned up, in a smock shirt, Levin bites hungrily into a pirozhok, talking.
He has a book on a book-rest. Agafia ladles soup for him. Three generations
of family portraits look down on him.
LEVIN:
. . . She's a beauty. That's twelve cows sired
by Berkut!
AGAFIA:
So one of you is doing what the good Lord
made you for.
Levin evades, ducks into spooning up soup, finding his place in his book.
Agafia goes out. Alone, Levin closes the book and stares into himself.
INT. (MOSCOW)-- DAY
CLOSE--Expert fingers scrape a cut-throat razor across a lathered
cheek . . . and again, skirting luxuriant facial hair on pampered skin.
TITLE OVER:
PRINCE OBLONSKY'S HOUSE, MOSCOW
INT. OBLONSKY'S DRESSING ROOM, OBLONSKY
HOUSE, SAME TIME-- DAY
There is a door to the landing and a door to the bedroom.
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Prince Stepan Oblonsky-- Stiva to his friends--is 34 and liked by every-
body. A barber comes in every morning to shave him. His valet, Matvey, is
older and almost a friend. He holds up an enormous pear.
MATVEY:
What should I do with this?
Oblonsky puts the barber on hold to have a look.
OBLONSKY:
Where did you find it?
MATVEY:
In your hat. Your Excellency.
Oblonsky thinks about it, lets the barber finish. He stands and removes his
dressing gown.
OBLONSKY:
Yes . . . I picked it up somewhere for Daria
Alexandrovna and the children.
Matvey is ready with Oblonsky's shirt, which he puts over his master's head
like a horse's collar.
INT. "DAY NURSERY," OBLONSKY HOUSE, SAME
TIME--DAY
There is a sloping lineup of five children, aged eight, five, four, three and
two, dressed and brushed for presentation to their mother, Princess Daria
Oblonsky, known as Dolly . . . who we now see is heavily pregnant. Stand-
ing by is a French governess, Mlle. Roland, and a Nurse. Mlle. Roland
is buxom.
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Dolly picks up the youngest, Vasya, to kiss him and hands him to the
Nurse, and kisses the others in ascending order.
DOLLY:
Bonjour, Lili; bonjour, Masha; bonjour,
Grisha; bonjour, Tanya.
Who's coming to see Grandmama?
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