This is Yuriatin?
Yes. Yuriatin.
What's happened at Varykino?
The Moscow folks?
Yes.
They've gone away. Gone away. There's nobody at Varykino.
Lord what happiness! They say you are alive.
Someone saw you near the Town.
I take it you have gone to Varykino, so I'm going there myself with Katya.
But just in case, I've left a little food, boiled potatoes mostly.
Put the lid back on the pan or the rats will get it.
Oh, I'm mad with joy.
Tonya!
Yuri.
Tonya!
Yuri. Yuri, darling.
It's all right, Yuri. They're safe.
They're in Moscow.
- In Moscow? - Yes.
- Tonya? - All of them.
They're safe.
Safe.
Firing squad...
Better.
What?
I've got a letter for you.
I've had it three months.
And it was three months getting here.
It's from Moscow.
I think it's from Tonya.
It's addressed to you. Care of me.
She came into Yuriatin to find you when you vanished.
Someone sent her here.
You met?
She's very fine.
My dearest dear...
...I am sending this to Larissa Antipova...
...because if you are alive, which God grant...
...I think that is where you will go.
We have a little daughter, Yuri, did you know?
Her name is Anna.
Father sends greetings.
Sasha has grown quite a lot.
He is quite big now.
Whenever we speak of you he weeps and won't be comforted.
This is what I have to tell you.
We are being deported from Russia.
We can't make out if you would be allowed to join us.
An organization in Paris which I mustn't name...
...will know where we are...
...but nothing is certain and there is very little time.
I am writing this in haste.
They are coming for us now.
God bless you.
I must honestly admit that Antipova is a good person.
Yuri, when they got away to Moscow, she left something here.
Yuri!
May I come in?
Yuri Andreyevich, you've changed, I think.
Oh, yes, decidedly.
Larissa...
...remarkably the same.
I came from Moscow.
I'm on my way to Vladivostock.
I'm here to offer you my help.
We don't want it.
Speak for yourself.
We don't want it.
Yuri Andreyevich, you spent two years with the Partisans, Fifth Division.
You have no discharge so you are a deserter.
Your family in Paris is involved in a dangerous émigré organization.
Now all these are technicalities.
But your style of life...
...everything you say and think...
...your published writings are all flagrantly subversive.
Your days are numbered.
Unless I help you.
Do you want my help?
No.
Wait, Yuri.
Larissa, three glasses.
No!
Yuri, you must see how serious this is.
Please don't underestimate me.
Practically, or morally, I am not the man you take me for.
How do you know all this about Yuri?
How can you help?
I do and I can. Isn't that sufficient?
No.
Santé, Larissa.
Our eastern seaboard is an undeveloped area.
The Commissariat of Foreign Affairs wants to establish an independent state there.
It affords us a temporary channel of communication with the outside world.
I've good contacts in the Far East.
I've been appointed the minister of justice.
The Bolsheviks trust you?
They trust no one. They've found me useful.
Here's how I can help you.
You...
You come with me as far as the Pacific Coast.
And from there you can go where you like.
To Paris.
Or not.
I think you'd better go.
Your rarified selfishness is intolerable.
Larissa's in danger, too.
By association with me?
No. Not by association with you. You're small fry.
By association with Strelnikov.
I've never met Strelnikov.
You're married to Strelnikov. They know that.
I was married to Pasha Antipov.
I understand, I understand. But they don't.
You're being watched.
Do you know why?
A husband is a sticky commodity, my dear.
Go away!
More of your high-minded lunacy.
You have a child to think of.
Look here.
Here.
That's sugar for the child.
I don't want it.
You'd refuse my sugar?
Who are you to refuse me anything?
Now you go!
- I came... - Go!
Go!
I came to you in good faith.
You stay here then and get your desserts!
Your desserts, do you hear me?
You think you're immaculate.
You're not immaculate!
I know you!
Do you hear me?
We're all made of the same clay, you know.
Clay!
Lara.
He's rubbish, Lara.
Yes, rubbish.
I wish he'd never happened.
Does it matter?
Doesn't it?
Not to me.
What shall we do? Can we get on a train?
No, they'd arrest us on the spot.
I don't want to stay here and wait.
No.
Listen.
- We could go to... - Varykino.
They'd find out sooner or later.
Yes, but later.
And if our days are really numbered, Yuri...
Yes. We'd better live them.
Before we're parted.
Yes.
Anna taught me to write at this desk.
This isn't me, Yuri.
Yes, it is.
No.
It's you.
"Lara."
Yuri!
Yuri, there's a wolf howling!
Oh, yes.
I've seen them. They're frightened. They won't harm us.
Yes. I know.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Lord, this is an awful time to be alive.
No.
It is. Oh, it is!
No. No.
Wouldn't it have been lovely if we'd met before?
Before we did?
Yes.
We'd have got married and had a house and children.
If we'd had children, Yuri, would you have liked a boy or a girl?
I think we may go mad, if we think about all that.
I shall always think about it.
- Will you write today? - No, not today.
Katya!
Come to me, darling.
Victor!
We thought it was...
Quiet.
I wonder if you'd mind, Comrades?
There's a train belonging to my government standing in Yuriatin.
It has a carriage for myself and my assistants.
You would travel in comfort and safety.
There's no question. I'm not going with you.
I'm not going without you. So, there's an end to it.
Well, then, I'll have to speak to Yuri Andreyevich in private.
Strelnikov is dead.
What?
Spare me your expressions of regret.
He was a murderous neurotic and no loss to anyone.
Do you see how this affects Larissa?
You don't.
You're a fool.
She's Strelnikov's wife.
Why do you think they haven't arrested her? Is this the usual practice?
Why do you think they had her watched in Yuriatin?
They were waiting for Strelnikov.
If they thought that he would come running to his wife...
...they didn't know him.
They knew him well enough.
He was only five miles from here when they caught him.
He was arrested on the open road. He didn't conceal his identity.
Throughout the entire interview, he insisted they call him Pavel Antipov...
...which is his right name, and refused to answer to the name of Strelnikov.
On his way to execution, he took a pistol from one of the guards...
...and blew his own brains out.
Oh, my God!
Don't tell Lara this.
I think I know Lara at least as well as you.
But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose.
These men that came with me today as an escort...
...will come for her and the child tomorrow, as a firing squad.
Now, I know exactly what you think of me.
And why.
But if you're not coming with me, she's not coming with me.
So, are you coming with me?
Do you accept the protection of this ignoble Caliban...
...on any terms that Caliban cares to make?
Or, is your delicacy so exorbitant that you would sacrifice a woman and a child to it?
There are some bags to carry, Comrades.
Get in!
Come.
- How many? - All of us.
Sorry, not enough room.
Comrade, there's got to be room.
It's all right, I have to bring our sledge.
Hurry. This train can't wait. There are important people on it.
You start, I'll catch you up.
Right, Comrades!
We'll see you.
Hurry!
I'm afraid that's it, my dear. Your young man's not coming.
You fool!
Did you really think he would come with you?
The man's an idiot.
From Mongolia he could have gone to China.
He'll never leave Russia.
Let him stay. You've come with me, haven't you?
Yes.
To be sure, it was your duty as a mother.
That's right, Victor.
I'm carrying Yuri's child.
I was born out there, in the Far East, somewhere.
I think it was Mongolia. I don't remember.
You were born in Mongolia. And you were born that very year.
So were a lot of other children.
Not many called Tonya, bearing the name Komarov, or Komarovsky.
Komarov's a common name. So is Tonya.
With fair hair and blue eyes, lost at the age of eight...
...when the civil war broke out in the Far East.
There's something you haven't told me.
How did you come to be lost?
I can't remember.
I don't believe that. You must remember something.
No!
Shall I tell you how I first met your mother?
If she was my mother, Comrade General.
You doubt it?
I picked my brother up, literally picked him up, on a Moscow street.
He had a fourth-class ration book and he was undernourished.
He didn't seem to mind that, or anything.
I thought he was a happier man than me.
He suffered me to buy him a new suit.
And to get him a job at his old hospital.
I saw him off for his first day's work.
This was eight years after he and Lara parted.
So, he never saw her again?
Thank you. You've been very kind to me.
He must have known how ill he was. The walls of his heart were like paper.
But, he kept it to himself. He kept a lot to himself.
Please!
I was astonished at the extent of his reputation.
His work was unobtainable at the time. It was disapproved of by the Party.
But, if people love poetry, they love poets.
And nobody loves poetry like a Russian.
Excuse me, Comrade.
Are you Yevgraf?
My name's Lara.
I knew her name from the Lara poems...
...which I'd found among my brother's manuscripts.
I knew your brother.
I need your help.
She'd come to Moscow to look for her child.
I helped her as far as I could.
But, I knew it was hopeless.
I think I was a little in love with her.
One day she went away and didn't come back.
She died, or vanished, somewhere...
...in one of the labor camps...
...a nameless number on a list that was afterwards mislaid.
That was quite common in those days.
How did you come to be lost?
- We were running in the street. - We?
- My father. - Not your father, Komarovsky.
I don't know.
The street was under fire.
There were explosions and the houses were falling down...
...and he let go of my hand.
He let go of my hand.
And I was lost.
Would a father have done that?
Oh, yes, people will do anything.
It was Komarovsky.
This man was your father.
Why won't you believe it?
Don't you want to believe it?
Not if it isn't true.
That's inherited.
Comrade General, when I was a child, I wanted parents.
You can imagine how I wanted parents.
I wanted to die when I was a child, you know?
Now, I don't know.
I can't be of any use to them, now, can I?
I was hoping I might be of some use to you.
Will you think about it?
Yes.
It's all right, David.
Do you work here?
Yes, Comrade General. I'm an operator.
And what do you operate?
That!
You've promised to think about it.
Tonya!
Can you play the balalaika?
Can she play?
She's an artist!
An artist? Who taught you?
No one taught her.
Then, it's a gift.