Doctor Zhivago Page #2

Yes. I'll stay with you.

Nonsense! I'll be perfectly all right.

I've got a book.

It's so disappointing for her,

Victor Yppolitovich.

There's so little opportunity

to mix with good society.

Very well. Get your coat.

We're late, if we're going.

I want to avoid Kropotkin Street.

"Brotherhood and freedom."

Yuri, what splendid words.

"Justice, equality and bread."

Don't you think they're splendid?

Yes, I do.

"Brotherhood and freedom."

Brotherhood and fiddlesticks!

You're frozen through.

You've no right, Annushka. It isn't fair.

We'd given you up, Monsieur.

My niece. Coat, Lara.

Charmante.

Come, my dear.

How's the Foie de Veau, Gascoigne?

As always, Monsieur.

- All right. Not too much--

- Not too much mustard, Monsieur.

- Jambon Farcl en Crote.

- Oul, Mademolselle.

Wine, Monsieur?

A little light wine, yes.

Oul, Monsleur. Mademolselle.

This place must be dreadfully expensive,

Monsieur Komarovsky.

It is.

Why not "Victor Yppolitovich"?

I can't.

Mother made this dress.

Very nice.

She's clever, isn't she?

Your mother? Yes. Fine little woman.

No doubt they'll sing in tune

after the Revolution.

Prepare!

Mount!

Tote sabers!

What, what?

What?

- Good night, dear.

- Good night...

...Victor Yppolitovich.

Go inside your houses, please.

All these people will be taken care of.

Go inside, please.

All these people will be taken care of.

Go inside, please.

Get inside.

Yuri, please. No trouble.

Take him inside, sir,

or I'll put him under arrest.

Yuri, I beg you.

Tonya's coming home tomorrow.

Daddy!

There, now, that's enough.

Your mother, your mother.

Mammy!

Mammy, how are you?

Me? Fit as a fiddle.

Turn 'round.

Well, they've taught her something.

- Look at that!

- Isn't Yuri looking well, Tonya?

Yes. Well, let's get along, dear.

Yes. Run along, you two.

I brought you this. It has a piece in it

about young Russian poets.

Oh, good! Thank you.

Does it mention me?

It begins with you. You're the best.

Very intelligent nation, the French.

They have their heads together.

Yes. They're looking at the paper.

They're head over heels--

Annushka, stop it!

Good marriages are made in Heaven,

or some such place.

Victor Yppolitovich?

I want to talk to you.

No, Pasha.

It's important.

All right.

How did you do it?

I didn't.

A Dragoon did.

Oh, Pasha, darling!

Come, come.

- Where's your mother?

- Asleep.

Pasha, I can't deal with this.

Have you got any iodine?

- Yes, but--

- Get it.

Will it hurt?

Pasha, darling!

Pasha, you must go to a hospital!

I daren't for a day or two.

- Will you do something for me?

- Oh, yes. What?

Hide this.

Oh, throw it away!

No.

There'll be no more

peaceful demonstrations.

There were women and children, Lara,

and they rode them down.

Starving women asking for bread.

On Tamskaya Avenue, the pigs

were eating and drinking and dancing!

Hide it for me.

Thanks, Comrade.

Pasha, darling, I'm not your comrade.

Lara?

- Yes?

- Who is there?

It's only Pasha.

You came in very late last night, dear.

The time went so quickly.

Good.

Are you going to church?

Yes.

You know what our Lord said

to the woman taken in adultery?

Yes, Father.

He said, "Go and sin no more."

And, did she?

- I don't know, Father.

- Nobody does, child.

The flesh is not weak.

It is strong. Only the sacrament

of marriage will contain it.

Remember that.

Monsieur...

It's Number Six, this evening, sir.

The most important person here.

Sorry, I'm late.

I've been waiting nearly an hour, Victor.

Have you ordered?

No.

Well, you should have done.

You chose it, Victor.

You've grown up a lot, haven't you?

Yes.

What did you tell your mama tonight?

Victor, don't!

- May I smoke?

- Yes, of course.

You like it, don't you? Cigar smoke?

Come along, my dear.

Sant!

Sant!

Drink, drink.

Up, up, up.

Where did you tell her

we were going, your mama?

She didn't ask.

- That's because she knows.

- No, she doesn't.

You'd both take an oath she doesn't.

But she does.

And you both know she does.

Victor, don't!

What?

Torment me.

Torment? Oh, what a little hypocrite it is.

I'm going, now, Victor.

Whatever you like, dear.

You see, you'll always come back.

Stay, darling.

Stay.

Wake up! Here, take this.

You show it to someone

if you lose your way.

Professor Boris Kurt. And, you find him.

Now, go on.

Professor Boris Kurt.

But, Boris, this is genius.

Really, I thought it was Rachmaninoff?.

I'm going for a smoke.

And how's the general practitioner?

A bit scared of his finals.

Well, I don't think he need be.

How do you like the idea of marrying

a general practitioner?

I like it very much.

But no general practitioner has asked me.

No?

I thought you nomads were hot-blooded.

A slow lot, these general practitioners.

How do you fancy

a professor of pathology?

Does he write poetry?

Alas, no.

Then I'm afraid it's out of the question.

Excuse me.

That's a marvelous girl, Zhivago.

Yes, I'd noticed.

It's for you.

How would the poet like to see

a bit of general practice?

Boris, thank God you've come.

This is very good of you, Boris.

Yes, I know it is. My assistant.

- How do you do?

- Where is she?

This way.

When did she do it?

About eight o'clock this evening.

Do you know what it was?

Why didn't you get a local doctor?

- I couldn't.

- No, I suppose you couldn't.

Come on in.

Turn her over.

All right.

Water.

Now, Yuri. Come on, dear. Come on.

Now, Yuri.

Come on, dear.

Come on, Yuri.

Sorry.

Well, my dear, that's it.

That's it. Good.

Good.

Good.

Is she going to live?

Water.

- She is, isn't she?

- Yes.

Funny thing.

There's a man, speaks on public platforms.

In with the government.

In with the Liberals. In with everybody.

And he risks it all.

For that!

That's not how poets see them, is it?

That's how GPs see them.

That's how they are.

You know, from here, she looks beautiful.

Zhivago, I think you're a hard case.

There's a child in the case.

A child. Her daughter.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Boris--

She might have thought about "Lara"

before she did it.

Does the girl know?

I'm afraid she does.

- Is she here?

- Yes.

Tell her that her mother's going to live.

Wait a minute, Victor. Yurian.

Yes, of course.

What are we going to say about this?

- Must we say anything?

- I'm afraid so.

I'm taking her to the hospital.

We'll have to say something.

You know that needn't be difficult, Boris.

- What is the name of your assistant?

- Zhivago.

Andreyevich?

Yes, why? Do you know him?

No, I knew his father slightly.

Fine.

Cheer up, Yuri. I'll have the poor b*tch

in hospital tonight.

What's his name?

That's Victor Komarovsky.

He says he knows you.

He executed my father's will.

Uncle Alex turned it down.

By Komarovsky's account

there wasn't much in it.

And what there was

belonged to Komarovsky.

Oh, he's a very good businessman.

But I doubt that he's crooked.

Very good company. Knows life.

He's had a bad scare tonight.

You don't mind coming here, do you,

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