Doctor Zhivago Page #3

Victor Yppolitovich?

No, no. It reminds me of my youth.

- I went to the hospital again.

- And?

She wants you to go and forgive her.

For her suspicions.

You can tell her the truth

if you like, Larissa.

Is this him?

Yes.

- He knows nothing about--

- No.

Pasha, this is Monsieur Komarovsky.

Please.

- Will you eat?

- No, thank you.

I hope you don't think this is impertinent,

Pavel Pavlovich.

Not at all.

I am...I have been advising

Larissa's mother for many years.

I'm interested in what happens to her.

There's something I have to tell you.

And that is this:

I am committed to the Revolution.

Nothing...

...not even Lara,

has more importance for me.

You misunderstand.

Your political views do not concern me.

So far as that goes, I'm probably

more in sympathy than you suppose.

I have a few contacts of my own,

which might surprise you.

How do you propose to live?

I've been offered a teaching post.

- May I know where?

- Gradov. It's in the Urals.

I know it. Not much of a place.

It's beautiful country,

Monsieur Komarovsky.

It'll be a quiet life, won't it?

That's what we want.

Well, you'll excuse me.

Will your salary be adequate?

Adequate. If not more.

Pavel Pavlovich, my chief impression is,

and I mean no offense...

...is that you're very young.

Monsieur Komarovsky,

I hope I don't offend you.

Do people improve with age?

They grow a little more tolerant.

Because they have more

to tolerate in themselves.

If people don't marry young,

what do they bring to their marriage?

A little experience.

I'm 26. My mother died, needlessly,

when I was eight.

My father died in prison.

I have fended for myself.

I've worked my way

through higher school and university.

I am familiar with things

that you can hardly guess at.

All this is an experience

of a kind, certainly.

I've no amorous experience,

if that's what you mean.

None whatever. Lara's 17.

That speaks for itself.

You probably find this situation comic.

We don't.

We're going to be married next year.

I hope I haven't offended you

by speaking plainly.

Not at all. Admirable.

A young crusader.

Oh, he's not--

He's a very fine young man.

That's obvious.

You're very generous,

Monsieur Komarovsky.

Larissa, I want to talk to you.

Monsieur Komarovsky, will you--

I beg you.

Drop this affectation of addressing me

as "Monsieur Komarovsky"!

Under the circumstances,

I find it rather ridiculous.

Lara, I am determined to save you

from a dreadful error.

There are two kinds of men, and only two.

And that young man is one kind.

He is high-minded. He is pure.

He is the kind of man that the world

pretends to look up to and despises.

He's the kind of man who breeds

unhappiness, particularly in women.

- Do you understand?

- No.

I think you do.

There's another kind.

Not high-minded. Not pure, but alive.

That your tastes at this time should incline

toward the juvenile is understandable.

But, for you to marry that boy

would be a disaster.

Because, there are two kinds of women.

There are two kinds of women and you,

as we well know, are not the first kind.

You, my dear, are a slut.

I am not!

We'll see.

And, don't delude yourself

that this was rape.

That would flatter us both.

The master's not at home, Miss Lara.

Not at home?

No. He went to

the Sventytskis' Christmas party.

Are you going there, Miss?

Please don't say I told you.

No, thank you, Piotr.

Merry Christmas, Miss Lara.

Oh, thank you,

and Merry Christmas to you.

Merry Christmas, Yuri Andreyevich.

What's the matter?

We had an appointment this evening.

Where are you going?

Haven't you got the letter? I left a letter--

I've not been home. I'm going home, now.

Where're you going, Lara?

I've a right to know.

What's in this letter?

What's in this letter?

Are you breaking--

- It's all in the letter.

- What is?

Everything.

Don't!

Yuri, there's an extraordinary girl

at this party.

I know. I'm dancing with her.

You're keen tonight, Victor.

I like to win.

Silence!

Silence, everybody! Silence, please!

I have a very delightful announcement

to make.

Oh, Madame Sventytski!

Yes. Why not?

I have to announce that Dr. Yuri Zhivago--

Doctor Zhivago,

he came third in all Moscow.

Now, listen, please!

Dr. Zhivago is betrothed in marriage to--

My dear Victor!

My dear man!

Get her out.

What?

Get her out. Get her out!

Yes. Yes. I'll get the police.

No!

I don't want you to get the police.

I do not want the police.

I just want you to get her out!

Let her go!

Please!

Quiet, please. Please. Give way.

Please, would you mind?

Would you mind? Thank you, thank you.

Our destinies seem to be interwoven,

don't they?

Yes.

I was a close friend of your father.

I knew you were his business partner.

Rather more than that.

I was present at his death.

Also, I am in contact with your brother.

Yevgraf?.

I should say I'm in contact with those

who are in contact with him.

Oh, I disagree with Bolshevism.

Thank you.

You seem to know your trade.

But, I can still admire Bolsheviks, as men.

Shall I tell you why?

Yes.

They may win.

I'd like to meet him, Yevgraf.

He sent me a marvelous letter.

He likes my poetry.

That would have pleased your father.

Your father was not a bad man, Yuri.

If I may call you Yuri?

I hardly knew him.

You perhaps may not credit this...

...but he was devoted to your mother.

I suppose I may continue to rely

on your professional discretion?

You mean, will I tell anyone the truth

about that girl?

That's what I mean, yes.

You may continue to rely

on my professional etcetera.

You are fastidious, aren't you?

What happens to a girl like that,

when a man like you is finished with her?

Interested?

I give her to you.

You shouldn't smoke. You've had a shock.

I give her to you, Yuri Andreyevich.

A wedding present.

Where have you seen that girl before?

What makes you think

I've seen her before?

Haven't you?

- Yes.

- Where?

I'm not supposed to say.

It was on a case. Not very nice.

No, don't tell me,

if you're not supposed to say.

In bourgeols terms It was a war

between the Allles and Germany.

In Bolshevlk terms It was a war between

the Allled and the German upper classes.

And, whlch of them won was

a matter ofIndlfference.

I was ordered by the Party to enllst.

I gave my name as Petrov.

They were shoutlng for vlctory

all over Europe...

...praylng for vlctory, to the same God.

My task, the Party's task,

was to organlze defeat.

From defeat would sprlng the Revolutlon.

And, the Revolutlon would be

vlctory for us.

The Party looked

to the conscrlpt peasants...

...most of them wearlng

thelr flrst good palr ofboots.

When the boots wore out,

they'd be ready to llsten.

When the tlme came, I was able to take

The best day's work I ever dld.

But, for the moment,

there was nothlng to be done.

There were too many volunteers llke me.

Mostly, It was mere hysterla.

But there were men wlth better motlves,

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