Doctor Zhivago Page #6

A commander, Sasha,

and he lives on bread and water.

Does he?

I don't know. They say so.

It's true.

No one knows where he comes from.

And they never know where he is.

- He's back up the line.

- Yes?

Someone's for it.

Oh, really, not again!

What this time?

Never mind, Father.

Get a good night's sleep.

I know what I'm going to do.

Look!

The Urals.

Look, Sasha, look.

That's where we're going, darling.

Through the mountains and into the forest.

Then it'll be much warmer still.

Will there be wolves in the forest?

Strelnikov!

That's Strelnikov.

Daddy!

What's that noise?

It's only a waterfall.

No, the other noise.

Guns, Sasha.

Are they fighting?

They must be. It's a long way away.

Let's go to sleep.

Get him!

Look!

Is that all?

That's all.

Bring him.

Who sent you here, Zhivago?

No one sent me here, Commander.

I'm going to Yuriatin

with my wife and child.

They're on the train from Moscow.

Yes, we've checked that.

Then?

You put your knife with a fork and a spoon

and it looks quite innocuous.

Perhaps you travel with a wife and child

for the same reason?

No.

Yuriatin is occupied by White Guards.

Is that why you're going there?

No. We're going on to Varykino.

Not through Yuriatin. It's under shellfire.

Commander, I'm not a White agent.

No, I don't think you are.

All right, Kolya. Thank you, Comrades.

Sit down, Doctor.

Take it.

It's not as silly as it seems.

There have been one or two attempts.

Are you the poet?

Yes.

I used to admire your poetry.

Thank you.

I shouldn't admire it now.

I should find it absurdly personal.

Don't you agree?

Feelings, insights, affections.

It's suddenly trivial, now.

You don't agree. You're wrong.

The personal life is dead in Russia.

History has killed it.

I can see how you might hate me.

I hate everything you say,

but not enough to kill you for it.

You have a brother?

Yevgraf?.

Yevgraf. Yes. The policeman.

I didn't know that.

Perhaps not. A "secret" policeman.

Did he send you here?

Yevgraf?.

No, Yevgraf's a Bolshevik.

I don't know anything about these things.

Oh, you know a great deal.

When you came in you recognized me.

How?

Has someone shown you photographs?

No.

I am certain that you recognized me.

I've seen you before, Commander.

When?

Six years ago.

Go on.

Christmas Eve. You--

You were there?

Or, has someone told you this?

I attended to the man

who was injured by your wife.

Why do you call her my wife?

I met her again.

We served together on the Ukranian Front.

If she's with you,

I'm sure she'd vouch for me.

I haven't seen her since the war.

She's in Yuriatin.

Yuriatin!

The private life is dead,

for a man with any manhood.

We saw a sample of your manhood

on the way, a place called Mink.

They were selling horses to the Whites.

No.

It seems you burned the wrong village.

They always say that.

And what does it matter?

A village betrays us, a village is burnt.

The point's made.

Your point, their village.

Kolya!

And what will you do

with your wife and child in Varykino?

Just live.

Take him away. He's innocent.

You're lucky.

We've been diverted.

Do you know where we're going?

Varykino Halt.

Hello?

Hello?

How lovely!

Oh, how lovely!

Hello?

Hello?

Alexander Maximiovich?

Yes.

It's me, Petya.

Your Honor!

Now, now, now,

that's all done with, you know.

How do we get to the house, Petya?

As you always did, Your Honor.

Look, Sasha!

What is it, Petya? Forest fire?

Forest fire, Your Honor?

That's Yuriatin.

Poor souls.

First the Reds, then the Whites.

Now, the Reds again.

That's Strelnikov. His heart must be dead.

We'll soon be there, now, Sasha.

Another five miles.

Is it that far? One forgets.

How is the place?

Oh, well enough, Your Honor.

It's all locked up, you know.

Varykino!

All locked up, you see.

A body, styling itself.

The Yuriatin Committee

of Revolutionary Justice...

...has expropriated my house

in the name of the people.

Very well.

I'm one of the people, too!

Don't, Your Honor!

They'd call it counterrevolution.

- Get out of my way!

- Father, don't!

Petya brought us here.

That makes him

a counterrevolutionary, too.

They shoot counterrevolutionaries.

It's not the Reds in the town,

it's the Reds in the forest.

- Partisans.

- Here?

Who knows? They go where they want,

and they do what they want.

All we need is a roof, Petya.

And a bit of garden. Is there nowhere?

They didn't lock the cottage.

Oh, yes, we can manage here.

Oh, the stove works.

I'll find you a few sticks of furniture.

And some seed potatoes?

I'm afraid the garden is dreadfully run back.

Yes. Thank you.

Well done, my boy.

I must say, scratch a Russian

and you'll find a peasant.

I've always said so.

Well, you're wrong.

He works like a peasant,

but he isn't a peasant.

I don't mind, Tonya. Really.

- It's a good life.

- It certainly is.

I wouldn't be surprised if you two didn't

look back on this time as one of your best.

Awfully glad about the expected

new arrival, Yuri.

Anna was born here, you know.

Oh, no, I didn't know that.

Well, I'm terribly glad.

Here's winged Mercury.

Looks a bit down in the mouth.

Enter.

What news from Yuriatin?

There's no lard, no sugar.

Oil, next week, perhaps.

There's flour, salt, coffee and nails.

Bad news?

Oh, Lord, not another purge!

No.

Strelnikov's gone.

That's not bad news.

No. He's in Manchuria, they say.

That's the news.

They've shot the tsar.

And all his family.

Oh, that's a savage deed.

What's it for?

It's to show there's no going back.

Yuri, why don't you go to Yuriatin?

Yes, why don't you, my boy?

It'd do you good.

Why? What's in Yuriatin?

It isn't Petersburg.

A very decent little library...

...if it's still there.

I wish you would.

No, I don't think so.

Anyway, the roads are blocked.

Zhivago?

Yes.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

We're at Varykino.

Varykino?

Why Varykino?

Why not? We had to go somewhere.

But, here!

I came here to find my husband.

The one who was reported killed.

Strelnikov. I met him.

Met him?

Yes.

How long have you been living here?

About a year.

Alone?

With Katya.

Where's Katya now?

At school.

Is Tonya with you?

All of us.

Sasha?

Of course.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

Yuri?

It's awfully early, isn't it?

Half past six.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Couldn't sleep.

Is anything the matter?

No.

Shall I get some tea?

Yes, do.

Hello. You are silly. We called and called.

- Did you? I didn't hear.

- Well, we did.

- Hello, Lara.

- Hello.

How's Olya Petrovna?

She gets worse and worse.

She gave us C.I. and arithmetic

all morning.

C.I.?

Civic Instruction.

Look.

- That's very good, Katya.

- Thank you.

It's the tsar.

The tsar was an enemy of the people.

Well, he didn't know he was an enemy

of the people, you know.

Well, he should have known, shouldn't he?

Yes, he should.

Fancy not knowing C.I.

Doesn't your little boy go to school?

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