Doctor Zhivago Page #5

of the last cigar in Moscow.

Good meal?

- Very.

- Say something.

That was very good, Tonya.

That was nothing.

She's been saving that salami

for three months.

Have you, darling?

I got it for a clock.

She's a marvel. Coffee, you observe.

Stop it, Daddy. He knows I'm a marvel.

Did you write any poetry?

Quite a lot.

Is it good?

Yes, I think so.

Can I see it?

Well, of course.

What happened to Nurse Antipova?

Your letters were full of her.

Yes, I suppose they were.

That's the girl who shot

friend Komarovsky, isn't it?

Yes, Daddy. You know it is.

She's gone home to her little girl.

- Oh, we shan't see her then?

- No.

What a pity!

Farewell, the pleasures of the flesh.

What I don't understand is

how we're going to stay alive this winter.

You have no right whatever

to call me from work.

As a Soviet deputy, I--

That gives you the power, not the right.

It's noticed, you know.

Your attitude is noticed.

You should have called the area doctor.

I want this done quietly.

Why, what is it, typhus?

I'll take him away. Get me some transport.

It isn't typhus.

It's another disease

we don't have in Moscow: starvation.

That seems to give you satisfaction.

It would give me satisfaction

to hear you admit it.

- Would it? Why?

- Because it is so.

Your attitude is noticed, you know.

Oh, yes, it's been noticed.

Hello.

The stove's out!

The stove's out!

What's the matter with you?

No wonder he's losing weight!

She lets it out as soon as you've gone,

and she lights it before you come home.

We haven't enough fuel.

I told myselflt was beneath my dlgnlty

to arrest a man for pllferlng flrewood.

But nothlng ordered by the Party

Is beneath the dlgnlty of any man...

...and the Party was rlght.

One man desperate for a blt of fuel

Is pathetlc.

Flve mllllon people desperate for fuel

wlll destroy a clty.

That was the flrst tlme

I ever saw my brother.

But, I knew hlm,

and I knew that I would dlsobey the Party.

Perhaps It was the tle ofblood

between us, but I doubt It.

We were only half-tled, anyway,

and brothers wlll betray a brother.

Indeed, as a pollceman, I would say

"Get hold of a man's brother...

"...and you're half way home. "

Nor was It admlratlon

for a better man than me.

I dld admlre hlm, but I dldn't thlnk

he was a better man.

Besldes, I've executed better men than me

wlth a small plstol.

Now you'll have to live

like the rest of us, Doctor.

Bring that! Bring that back!

Oh, listen to His Excellency!

I want no anarchy!

I want this carried out correctly.

What are you doing?

Re-allocation of living space,

Comrade Doctor.

Fifty square meters

for a family of less than five persons.

Dammit, whose house is this, anyway?

Father, be quiet!

All right, 50 square meters.

What're you doing with my things?

They're being stored.

They're being stolen.

Just a minute!

And where did you get this?

I pulled it out of a fence.

I told them who I was.

The old man was hostlle, the glrl cautlous.

My brother...

...seemed very pleased.

I think the girl was the only one

who guessed at thelr position.

You're just as I imagined you.

You're my political conscience.

I asked hlm hadn't he one of hls own.

And so he talked about the Revolutlon.

You lay life on a table and you cut out

all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.

I told hlm If he felt llke that

he shouldjoln the Party.

Cutting out the tumors of injustice,

that's a deep operation.

Someone must keep life alive

while you do it.

By living.

Isn't that right?

I thought then It was wrong.

He told me what he thought

about the Party and I trembled for hlm.

He approved of us, but for reasons

whlch were subtle, llke hls verse.

Approval such as hls

could vanlsh overnlght.

I told hlm so.

Of course, I can't approve this evening

something you may do tomorrow.

He was walklng about wlth a noose

round hls neck and dldn't know.

So I told hlm what I had heard

about hls poems.

Not liked?

Not liked by whom?

Why not liked?

So I told hlm that.

Do you think it's "personal,

petit-bourgeois and self indulgent"?

I lled.

But he belleved me.

And It struck me through to see

that my oplnlon mattered.

The glrl knew what It meant,

what It was golng to mean.

They couldn't survlve

what was comlng In the clty.

I urged them to leave and llve obscurely

somewhere In the country...

...where they could keep themselves allve.

We have, used to have,

an estate at Varykino, near Yuriatin.

The people know us there.

He dldn't reslst.

I offered to obtaln permlts,

passes, warrants...

...told them what to take

and what to leave behInd.

I had the Impertlnence to ask hlm

for a volume of hls poems.

And so we parted.

I thlnk I even told hlm

that we would meet agaln In better tlmes.

But perhaps I dldn't.

Fifty persons!

Fifty persons only!

Fifty persons!

Tonya, here!

Fifty persons only!

Get back!

Fifty persons only!

Fifty persons!

Fifty persons!

Only 50 persons!

Charming accommodation.

Charming accommodation.

That's very good.

I'm an intellectual.

Shut up, you "intellectual."

Shut up, you lickspittle.

Forced labor.

Attention, Comrades.

Your train will leave tomorrow morning.

Health regulations for the journey:

Night soil will be emptied

every morning without fail.

Straw to be replaced at ten day intervals

and the old straw burned.

In the event of fresh straw

being unavailable, old straw to be turned.

This is disinfectant. Use it.

In this wagon is a detachment

of Voluntary Labor.

Liar.

You are required by Military Committee

to show them all assistance.

One carriage is occupied by sailors

of the heroic Kronstadt Sailors' Soviet.

So you'll be in good hands.

They're idiots.

Attention, Comrades.

In approximately 11 days' time

you'll pass through the Urals province...

...where White Guard units,

aided by foreign interventionists...

...and other criminal reactionary elements,

have recently been active.

The Military Committee assures you...

...that the criminals have been

completely routed in that area...

...by Red Guard units under the command

of People's Commander Strelnikov.

There's a man.

Clap him.

The line is definitely clear.

Long live the Revolution!

Long live anarchy!

Lickspittle! Bureaucrat!

Is that necessary?

Six volunteers I've signed for,

and six I'll deliver.

I'm a free man, lickspittle.

There's nothing you can do about it.

I'm the only free man on this train.

The rest of you are cattle.

Help me, brothers, for the love of God.

Come on!

Yuri, the child is dead.

It wasn't my child, dear...

...and his little soul's in Heaven now,

that's certain.

Who did it, Comrade, the Whites?

The Whites?

No, Strelnikov.

Well, then, you must have done something.

It wasn't us, Comrade.

The commander said

we'd sold horses to the Whites.

It wasn't us, it was those pigs in Kuniko.

We told him, but he didn't believe us.

I expect you were lying.

- As God's my witness.

- But he isn't.

Commander Strelnikov is a great man.

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