Doctor Zhivago Page #4

men who saw the tlmes were crltlcal...

...and wanted a man's part.

Good men, wasted.

Unhappy men, too.

Unhappy In thelr jobs.

Unhappy wlth thelr wlves.

Doubtlng themselves.

Happy men don't volunteer.

They walt thelr turn and thank God

If thelr age, or work, delays It.

The ones who got back home wlth

the prlce of an arm or an eye or a leg...

...these were the lucky ones.

Even Comrade Lenln...

...underestlmated both

the angulsh of that 900- mlle- long front...

...and our cursed capaclty for sufferlng.

By the second wInter of the war...

...the boots had worn out...

...but the llne stlll held.

Thelr great coats fell to pleces

on thelr backs.

Thelr ratlons were Irregular.

Half of them went lnto actlon

wlthout arms...

...led by men they dldn't trust.

Come on, you bastards!

And, those they dld trust--

Come on, Comrades. Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Comrades! Earthshakers!

Show them!

Charge!

At last they dld what all the armles

dreamed of dolng:

They began to go home.

That was the beglnnlng of the Revolutlon.

Deserters.

Replacements.

Tote arms!

Come back.

Stick together!

Stick together and we'll be all right.

And be ready for them.

Turn around, lads!

- Don't go any farther.

- Come on, lads. Turn around.

Pigs to the slaughter! Look at you!

Turn around, lads.

Listen, lads.

Ten miles up that road are the Germans!

- Rubbish.

- Not rubbish.

They're coming. And they're coming fast.

You've let them in.

They're coming for your wives...

...your houses, your country.

Your country, Officer!

Yes, my country! And proud--

Get back in your ranks!

Get back in your ranks!

Get back!

Get back in the ranks!

Are you a nurse?

Yes.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

Then help me.

Doctor, I ought to tell you,

I'm not a trained nurse, I'm a volunteer.

I see. Right.

Why did you volunteer?

- I came here to find my husband.

- Very gently.

- Have you ever seen an operation?

- Yes.

We'll manage.

They're in the next village, brothers.

The Germans.

- Your Honor--

- Keep still.

Did you find your husband?

No.

Your Honor...

Yes, we'd better be off.

You know, you often look at me

as though you knew me.

I have seen you.

Four years ago. Christmas Eve.

Were you there?

No wonder you look at me.

Did you know Victor Komarovsky?

Yes, I did. That young man,

who took you away--

My husband.

A lot of courage.

He made the rest of us look very feeble.

As a matter of fact, I thought you both did.

Good man to shoot at.

I'd give anything never to have met him.

The tsar's in prison.

Lenin's in Moscow.

Civil war has started.

Good!

Civil war, good?

Not good, Comrade Nurse, inevitable.

But Lenin in Moscow!

This Lenin, will he be the new tsar then?

Listen, Daddy.

No more tsars, no more masters.

Only workers in a worker's state.

How about that?

Are you a doctor?

- Yes.

- Follow me, please.

I can't deal with this.

Order of the Provisional Government.

You'll have to try, friend.

"If you could see how hard

we have been working here...

"...I feel sure you'd forgive me, dear,

for not writing more regularly."

When was that written?

July 20th.

Eight weeks!

"But now the war seems

really to have stopped.

"The hospital is emptying,

and I shall have more time.

"I may even get time to write some verse,

if I've not forgotten how to."

Oh, I do hope so!

"Larissa Antipova is still here,

and I admire her more and more.

"She seems to have the strange gift

of healing, which doctors don't believe in.

"She often does the wrong things,

but it always seems to work out right.

"How is Uncle Alex?

- "Can he still get his English tobacco?"

- Would that he could!

"Can Sasha say his letters yet?

And how is Auntie Anna?"

He didn't get my letter.

"Most of all, my dearest, how are you?"

Strangely upsetting.

He doesn't know she's dead.

Can't see what difference it makes.

They're at it again!

I wish they'd decide once and for all...

...which gang of hooligans constitutes

the government of this country!

Cheer up, Sergei.

Don't you want to go home?

There's fighting at home, Your Honor.

I've had enough.

Red Guards and White Guards,

this old man's had enough.

Your Honor is a kind gentleman.

And, the nurse is a kind lady.

Finished?

Just about.

In a couple of weeks

you'll be with your little girl.

If I can get on a train.

I want to be with Katya

more than anything in the world.

Yes, of course.

But, now that we're going, I feel sad.

Sad.

Really sad.

- Well, we've been here some time.

- Yes.

This must have been a lovely house, once.

Don't you think?

What are you going to do?

In Gradov?

Yes.

I'll be all right.

I wish I could think so.

You could run a laundry.

What will you do?

I suppose I'll go back to the hospital.

It's funny to think of you there.

I used to pass it on my way to school.

Do you ever come to Moscow?

From Gradov?

If only there were someone

to look after you.

Of course, if there were,

I'd be destroyed by jealousy.

Zhivago, don't.

My dear, don't, please!

Now, look what you've made me do.

We've been together six months,

on the road and here...

...and we've not done anything

you'll have to lie about to Tonya.

I don't want you to have to lie about me.

You understand that, Yuri?

You understand everything.

Come on, Comrades! I'm in a hurry.

Going home, Kuril?

Home, Your Excellency?

Petrograd. I'm joining the Red Guard.

What about your wife?

Sometimes, Comrade Nurse,

women have to wait.

Right!

Goodbye, honored Doctor.

Want some advice?

- Said the millstone to the barley.

- That's right.

Adapt yourself!

Goodbye, Durinev.

Goodbye, Your Honor.

Goodbye, Andr.

Goodbye, Simyon.

I'll never forget Your Honor.

Never!

Goodbye, Zhivago.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Pilenko.

Goodbye, brothers!

The doctor is a gentleman.

Right. Written all over him.

He's a good man.

God rot good men.

Yuri!

This is Comrade Yelkin,

our local delegate. He lives here.

How do you do?

Welcome.

Comrade Kaprugina--

Welcome.

It's not for you to welcome us, Comrade.

Comrade Kaprugina is the chairman

of the Residents' Committee.

- Yes, of course.

- Your discharge papers?

Oh, yes.

I signed them myself, I'm afraid.

Holy Cross?

What?

- Holy Cross Hospital. It's on--

- The Second Reformed Hospital.

Good. It needed reforming.

Medicals report

to their place of work at once.

Yes. I believe there's typhus?

You've been listening

to rumormongers, Comrade.

There is no typhus in our city.

Well, that's good news.

I'll report tomorrow.

When you've started work,

you'll get a ration book.

I've always worked.

Whatever is the matter?

You are.

There was living space for 13 families

in this one house.

Yes. This is a better arrangement,

Comrades.

More just.

Well, it is more just, Tonya.

Why did it sound so funny?

Is it good to be home?

Sasha?

Who else?

It's your daddy, Sasha.

Sasha!

Sasha!

Naughty boy!

No, don't say that.

May I come in?

Watch carefully.

I am about to ignite the last half

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