What are they like, these girls?
They're very good. A bit wild. Spend their money quickly. Work hard.
- Are they literate? - Some of them.
In and out of reformatories from the day they were picked up.
Jobs like this. It's degrading.
They shouldn't use human beings to move earth.
No.
And it's not efficient.
If they were to give me two more excavators...
...I'd be a year ahead of the plan by now.
You're an impatient generation.
Weren't you?
Yes, we were. Very.
Don't be too impatient, Comrade Engineer, we've come very far, very fast.
Yes, I know that, Comrade General.
Yes, but do you know what it cost?
There were children in those days who lived off human flesh.
Did you know that?
What is your interest in this girl, Comrade General?
She may be my brother's child.
- Yuri Andreyevich? - Yes.
My half-brother, I should say.
If she is...
...she's also Lara's child.
The Lara?
The Lara, yes.
This is a new edition of the "Lara Poems."
Yes, I know. We admire your brother very much.
Yes, everybody seems to, now.
Well, we couldn't admire him when we weren't allowed to read him.
No.
Come in.
I sent for you, Comrade.
You're not in any trouble.
I'm General Yevgraf Andreyevich Zhivago.
I'm looking for someone.
Do you understand?
The person I'm looking for would be my niece.
Please sit down.
Your name is...
Tonya Komarova, Comrade General.
They found you in Mongolia, didn't they?
- Yes, Comrade General. - What were you doing there?
I was lost, Comrade General.
How did you come to be lost?
I've forgotten.
Was Komarovsky your father's name?
I suppose so, Comrade General.
You suppose so?
It's a common name.
Do you remember your father?
No.
Do you remember your mother?
Yes, I remember my mother.
What was her name?
"Mammy."
What was she like? I mean, what did she look like?
Big.
Big?
I was little. She looked big.
- Can you read? - Yes.
"Lara. A Cycle of Poems, by Y.A. Zhivago."
Not me. My half-brother.
The person I'm looking for...
...would be this man's daughter.
This would be her mother.
"Lara."
Did anybody ever call your mother Lara?
I don't know. I don't think so.
She's nice.
I'm not your niece, Comrade General.
Well, I'm nobody's idea of an uncle.
But if this man were my father, I should want to know.
Did your mother ever tell you your father was a poet?
Comrade General, my father wasn't a poet.
What was your father?
Not a poet.
Did you like your father?
I've forgotten.
But you liked your mother?
Yes, of course.
Does the name "Strelnikov" mean anything to you? "Strelnikov"?
"Varykino"?
That's a place, not a person.
"Gromeko"?
- Gromeko? - Yes.
You see...
...he lost his mother...
...at about the same age you were...
...when your mother lost you.
And, in the same part of the world.
Now is life's artful triumph of vanities destroyed...
...for the spirit has vanished from its tabernacle...
...its clay groweth black.
The vessel is shattered, voiceless, emotionless, dead.
Committing which unto the grave, let us beseech the Lord...
...that He will give her eternal rest.
Yuri?
You and your husband will dine with us, Madame Gromeko.
Thank you, Father.
Will you lie down, then, Yuri?
Your mammy and I were great, great friends, you know...
...so now we are going to look after you.
Thank you.
That's mother's.
It's yours now.
Yes, Yuri. Mammy left it to you.
In her will.
Do you know what a will is, old chap?
Money.
No, Yuri, just this. Your daddy has all the money.
Can you play it?
I thought all the people in this part of the world could play the balalaika.
You don't live here, do you?
No, we live in Moscow.
That's a long way from here, but you will like Moscow.
- Won't he? - In a bit.
It takes time to get used to things, doesn't it?
Mother could play it.
Well, your mother was an artist, Yuri.
She could make this common little instrument sound like two guitars.
Your mother had a gift.
Perhaps Yuri's got a gift.
Would you like lessons?
I can't play it.
Say good night to Yuri, Tonya.
He's your brother, now.
Good night, Yuri.
Good night, old chap.
Good night.
The Gromekos didn't know what to make of him.
He made his reputation as a poet while he was studying to be a doctor.
He said that poetry was no more of a vocation than good health.
What he needed was a job.
Pretty?
Very.
Yeah. It's their right to be pretty.
What will you do next year, Zhivago?
I thought of doing general practice.
Think about doing pure research.
It's exciting, important, tender, beautiful.
General practice.
Life. He wants to see life. Well...
You'll find that pretty creatures do ugly things to people.
What's your name?
Antipov.
Address?
15 Patrofka.
I'll have these.
We have permission from the chief of police.
- Well, you claim them at the station. - When?
Now if you like.
Very well.
He's my brother.
Well, take him home, Miss. Before he gets into trouble.
Pasha, please!
It's got to be done.
Pasha, why has it got to be done?
For them. For the Revolution.
- Pasha, they don't want a revolution. - Yes, they do.
They don't know it yet, but that's what they want.
Give me some of those, Comrade.
Pasha, are you a Bolshevik?
No. The Bolsheviks don't like me. And I don't like them.
They don't know right from wrong.
Pasha Antipov, you're an awful prig.
Why did you tell him I was your brother?
Well, what else could I have told him?
You could have told him I was your fiance.
Pasha, don't be silly. I'm...
Monsieur Komarovsky has come to see my mother on business.
People gossip around here.
It's the system, Lara.
People will be different after the Revolution.
Will you come?
No, Pasha.
I've got exams to take, Pasha. I've got to get my scholarship.
Hello, Auntie.
There's a letter for you.
From Paris.
Lovely writing.
She's coming home next month.
Tonya? Oh, that's good!
He does seem to be very well informed.
And such a handsome figure of...
Good evening, Mama. Madame.
Larissa.
You can work in there, dear. Monsieur Komarovsky's here.
Good evening, Larissa.
Good evening, Monsieur.
He advises some very important people.
Yes, I know.
I believe he has government connections.
I don't know, I'm sure.
Isn't he very expensive?
Monsieur Komarovsky advises me out of kindness, Baroness.
He was a friend of my late husband.
Oh, I see.
Allow me.
Tuesday, if I can, my dear. Goodbye.
Where did you get this?
A friend gave it to me, Monsieur Komarovsky.
You're not to go to this peaceful demonstration.
No, Monsieur.
It may not be as peaceful as they think.
That's all I have to say. Tell your friend that she's a silly creature.
Yes, Monsieur.
How old are you now?
Seventeen, Monsieur.
A hundred and three.
Oh, dear. And I was so looking forward to it.
Oh, never mind. I'll be all right here.
You will take Lara, won't you, Victor Yppolitovich?
It is so stupid of me! It's her first long gown.
I think you'd better call it right off.
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 Farci en Crote. - Oui, Mademoiselle.
Wine, Monsieur?
A little light wine, yes.
Oui, Monsieur. Mademoiselle.
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.
Santé!
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.
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 bitch 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, 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.