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?
How lovely!
Oh, how lovely!
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?
Lunch.
Good.
Come on, you.
Smell.
This one's a prize-fighter.
Yuri!
Wait a minute.
There.
I'm going in to Yuriatin, darling...
What? Now?
Yes, I want to get some morphine, disinfectant...
I shan't need morphine.
You never know.
Well, I shan't need it today.
No. But, it's pretty close. I hadn't realized it.
- You'll be back before it's dark? - Long before.
Yes, yes, my darling. Do what's best.
I'm not coming back.
I understand.
But, never, Lara.
Do you understand?
Do you believe me?
Comrade Doctor, I need a medical officer.
Sorry. I have a wife and child in Varykino.
And a mistress in Yuriatin.
Comrade Medical Officer, we are Red Partisans...
...and we shoot deserters. Up!
Up!
- Where are you taking me? - To the Front.
- And where is the Front? - Good question.
The Front is wherever there are enemies of the Revolution.
Wherever there is one gang of White Guards...
...one battalion of foreign interventionists, that is the Front.
Wherever there is one resentful bourgeois, one unreliable schoolmaster...
...one dubious poet hugging his private life.
That, too, is the Front.
How long are you going to keep me?
For as long as we need you.
Now!
Charge!
Well, that was easy. Come on, Doctor, let's see what we've done.
"St. Michael's Military School."
You old bastard!
It doesn't matter.
Did you ever love a woman, Razin?
I once had a wife and four children.
He has been a good comrade.
He's been a good medical officer.
We took him from his wife, we took him from his child.
None of this matters.
What does matter, Comrade Commissar?
Tell me, I've forgotten.
This is contemptible. The doctor stays.
I command this unit!
We command jointly. The "Party Bulletin" expressly states...
I could have you taken out and shot.
And could you have the Party taken out and shot?
Try to understand.
As the military struggle nears its close, the political struggle intensifies.
In the hour of victory the military will have served its purpose.
All men will then be judged politically...
...regardless of their military record.
Meanwhile, there are still White units in this area.
The doctor stays.
That concludes the meeting.
Comrade, where are you going?
Are you running away, Comrade?
Soldiers.
Red soldiers or White soldiers?
Soldiers.
Tonya!
Sasha!
Tonya!