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MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
Maksim Averin OIeg MaIakhov
Mariya Z vonaryova Artem Grigoryev
GaIina PoIskikh Anton Khabarov
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 9
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
OriginaI Music by Eduard Artemyev
Production Designer: Viktor Yushin
Art Director: VIadimir Ermakov
Costume Design by SvetIana Medovaya
Costume Design by PaveI Lipatov
Makeup Department: Marina Firsova, Ekaterina Mitrofanova
Sound Producer: Levon Mnatsakanyan
Editor: NataIya Kucherenko
Executive Producer: GaIina Shadur
Produced by: Aram Movsesyan , Yuri Moroz
Executive Producer: Ruben Dishdishyan
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
If you take it one more time, I'II kiII you.
Drink.
Tie up his feet!
Did you caII me?
WeII , weII , here's the rook.
Do you make baskets?
That's an order.
The best way to ward off frost bite on your hands is to make baskets.
And this is so that your mind doesn't freeze.
The rook stood there yesterday.
Many wounded?
Four.
Check.
What's wrong with you , Doctor? Did you forget how the pieces move?
Are there any that have crossed over to our side?
One. Last name Rantzevich.
Is he intact?
Wounded , contusion , soon wiII be abIe to fight.
Cocaine?
But that reaIIy is a check.
CoId?
I'm sick of this howIing.
Worse than CoIoneI Strese.
You can't eat dogs. ReaIIy, you can't.
You'II fiII your beIIy and then Iet it aII out.
And then what?
Why did they eat the dogs?
ShouId have taken them in with us to the trenches.
They wouId have kept us warm.
Hey, Doctor!
Shut up, wiII you?
That's aII you know. ''Shut up! Shut up!''
It's not so coId when you taIk.
How did you come to the BoIsheviks?
I didn't come. They brought me.
Oh , yeah.
I came on my own.
Why's that?
What is snow for?
Who knows?
I fought in the ImperiaI Army for the Tsar, damn him.
I got wounded and was sent to a war hospitaI behind the Iines.
I shot one officer there.
He was from St. Petersburg , an important guy.
I shot him for no reason. OnIy he taIked too much.
Got up on a barreI and started giving a speech.
Me and the boys did it for a Iaugh , so he'd quit yapping.
Where wouId I go after that?
Here, naturaIIy. To fight for the workers.
Where did this happen?
Some town on the Western Front. Don't remember exactIy.
Forgot the name.
The bastards broke his Iegs! Chopped the hand off with a sword!
He's dying! It wiII be over soon!
They're here aIready! They broke through!
-Who broke through? -Lieutenant-CoIoneI Strese!
They take skin off your back and pour boiIing water over the wounds!
When you shit your pants, they make you eat it!
I can't take it!
''This wiII happen to each of you
if you don't give up struggIe and your weapons.
This wiII happen to your bitches and your pups.
We wiII burn your viIIages to the ground.''
I have my woman and three kids in VoIochikha.
Can you heIp, Doctor?
No.
We're moving! HaIf an hour to pack!
Can you waIk?
If I couId waIk, I wouId have run away aIready.
Then you'II ride in a sIeigh.
Where are we going?
Southeast.
Away from Chief Bekeshin.
Bekeshin is my commander.
So you make beIts out of peopIe? For reaI?
Are you any better?
There are peopIe there!
Our peopIe are over there!
Stop!
Shut up!
Stop!
Come back, you motherfuckers!
Don't Iet them get cIose!
Shoot in the air!
Stop!
Where are you coming from , foIks?
From MotoviIikha and VoIochikha!
Who's from VoIochikha?
Don't come towards us! WiII shoot without warning!
Is there Marfa Stepanova among you?
No, she's not here!
What about Kumarikha?
She's not here either!
They burnt with the house!
DarIing , are you there?
Maksim , is that you?
We got nothing to eat ourseIves! We don't need extra mouths to feed!
You want to just Iet us die here?
FoIks, Iet's go!
Where are you going?
RifIes ready!
What are you doing?
-Fire! -Those are our chiIdren!
Go to heII!
Fire!
Are you going to eat your chiIdren?
Are you?
Oh , damn you!
When we get to town , no stoves, no fires,
or I'II shoot you.
Everyone, settIe down and Iay Iow.
Understand?
Where's the newborn? What did you do with the newborn?
It didn't work out with the newborn.
We came from VoIochikha at night.
WoIves were traiIing us. Six of them.
I thought it was the end.
I threw him to them.
He didn't suffer?
No. They ate him right away.
Don't kiII yourseIf over it, Pasha. I'II give you more.
I'm coId.
We just have to make it tiII ApriI. We'II have pIenty of grass then.
We'II make it.
AnimaIs!
Have mercy on the kids! Have mercy on the kids!
Have mercy on the kids!
Shoot, you monster.
Shoot, quickIy.
What were those miserabIe men guiIty of?
They were guiIty of eating a horse.
Do you want to see what was Ieft of it?
No, you don't need to.
You're afraid. That's a shame.
You wouIdn't feeI sorry for them if you saw it.
I saw right away among the starving. I knew them by the Iips.
A horse is not worth a human Iife.
You're mistaken , Doctor.
The first commandment of modern warfare:
if you have a horse, you can move around.
If you don't, then some Strese wiII make beIts out of you.
I received news from Varykino.
Aren't you interested to hear what happened there?
From rumors, I heard that my father's been shot.
What about my famiIy?
Maybe they got the house back. Maybe they've aIready passed on.
AIthough , in wartime we shouIdn't beIieve rumors.
They even say that our detachment doesn't exist anymore.
That aII of you ate me and scattered.
How much Ionger are we going to stay here?
UntiI we finish this game.
And then?
And then we'II zigzag around Iike rabbits.
Do you know how a rabbit waIks?
It zigzags. The dogs chasing it start running in circIes,
whiIe the rabbit Iooks on from a bush.
My father, don't know if he's aIive or dead , gave me a decent education.
Have you read Nietzsche, Herr Doctor?
In the university.
PhiIosophy department.
In the university I had a foreboding feeIing.
What if they are trying to hide their tracks?
AII those vagabond beggars, from Socrates on.
They pIay hide and seek with something scary
that is beyond comprehension of any man.
Even a briIIiant man.
Yes, I know.
They hide from Iife,
from a simpIe and scary Iife that is impossibIe to put into words.
We can onIy Iive through it.
Do we have a chance?
We have a chance to join up with the other troops.
But they are far away. But if you mean , in a phiIosophicaI sense. . .
Your father was a phenomenaI manager, honest and smart.
I wiII aIways remember him.
That smart man Ied me to you.
What bastard is burning a fire there?
What, you didn't hear the order?
Do you want Vitsin's artiIIery to smash us?
Ah , Doctor!
Good job.
And?
I want to Ieave.
For Iong?
For good.
That's right. You shouId have done it Iong ago.
Go ahead.
When can I Ieave?
You can wait untiI the morning , or you can. . .
I'II Ieave now.
FareweII.
What are they sucking at?
There's nothing there. What are they sucking at?
Out of habit. At Ieast, they don't cry.
Don't be jeaIous, Doctor. She's empty.
You can try yourseIf if you don't beIieve me.
We'II aII die anyway.
Doctor, from Levery.
They found us.
So it was you , Doctor.
You burned a fire, and now they found us.
Let's get ready.
I'm not worried for myseIf, but for my kids.
BoiIing water on the wounds.
Scary.
Faster! Faster!
They'II be here in an hour! Put the wounded on the sIeighs!
Doctor, you bastard , attend to the wounded!
I'm warning , it wiII be a Iong waIk!
Those Iagging behind I wiII shoot myseIf, on the spot!
Do you hear me, Doctor?
The wounded wiII waIk.
Let the women and chiIdren ride.
What are you screwing around for over there?
QuickIy, quickIy, quickIy!
Here you go.
Take machine guns! Take the horses!
Move!
Doctor! Doctor!
Look at that!
The one you saved is running away!
Shoot him. Shoot him , I said.
Let's hope it was your buIIet.
What are you standing there for? You think Strese wiII spare you?
Go!
Faster!
Go, go, go!
Everyone is Ieaving aIready.
Leave, Doctor. Leave for Christ's sake.
We're Ieaving. Do you hear me?
Leave, I said.
You shouId feeI sorry for the kids, at Ieast.
Doctor!
Go, Doctor! Go!
That's it! That's it!
Oh , God!
Go!
Our agreement is stiII good. You can Ieave whenever you want.
Faster!
Come on! Come on! Don't faII behind!
1 92 1
Larisa Fedorovna!
Larisa Fedorovna, sweetheart, do you feeI iII?
My head's spinning.
You are hungry.
SmeII it, or better yet, eat it. It heIps for the heart.
I'm scared! Scared stiff!
Marfa ProkIovna, if something happens to me,
Katya wiII be Ieft aII aIone.
What's going to happen to her?
They'II take her to an orphanage. I'm scared just to think of it.
Sweetheart, promise me that you won't abandon me,
you or your sister Serafima.
She's a hoIy woman. Everyone knows that.
CaIm down. Everyone's afraid.
Give me your word. I'm begging you.
-I give you my word , honey. -Thank you , sweetheart.
Larisa Fedorovna, I don't know how to teII you this.
-But Yuri Andreevich-- -What are you saying?
Someone's seen him , in the city.
Who? Where?
Serafima. In the church.
In the church? But I just read the priest was shot.
I know, it's terribIe. But peopIe stiII gather there.
Why in the church? I aIways keep my door open.
You can't take or drink water from water sources or weIIs
that have been poisoned by corpses of peopIe and animaIs.
I'II add to that. . .
What do you want, Servant of God?
-I'm Iooking for my husband. -Your husband is not here.
Any questions?
No?
Then Iet's get out.
At bedtime read the HoIy Scripture
and the brochure by Comrade Semark.
God , forgive me.
Serafima ProkIovna. Your sister toId me that you've seen my husband.
Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
He's not your husband. Don't Iie.
So, have you seen him or not?
PeopIe saw him. They gave him bread a week ago.
A week ago. He hasn't come back since?
No.
That's enough , Katya.
How much do we owe you?
What I can take from you , teacher?
Thank you very much.
Katya, enough.
Thank you.
Let's go.
Push. Like this.
Don't ride on it!
Come on , push.
Katerina, wipe your feet.
Mama, there's some oId man there.
Mama!
Mama, who is that?
Yuri!
Get up.
Sit down.
Oh , no. First you need to eat.
-Mama, who is that? -Katya, go to your room.
Here's miIk.
Eat.
Yuri , eat.
Eat. It's good.
Open your mouth. Come on.
This oId man is Zhivago?
He doesn't understand anything.
Get undressed and go to your room.
Go, Katya, go.
With these magic scissors, we'II take the speII off him
and turn him back into the oId Zhivago.
MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
Sergei Garmash
Sergei Gorobchenko
Sergei Migitsko
LyudmiIa PoIyakova
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 1 0
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
OriginaI Music by Eduard Artemyev
Production Designer: Viktor Yushin
Art Director: VIadimir Ermakov
You couId at Ieast make some tea.
My throat is dry as a bone.
How many more today?
Three or four.
We're going to sit here Iike that untiI morning.
Thank you.
Those charges you cooked up are very humane, you know.
You know why?
He's hungry.
What about some tea?
I think that's enough.
Next!
Thank you.
Enough!
What have we got on this one?
The kerosene is running out.
We've got a few pages on this one.
''We, the sons of the working cIass,
made a deaI with death and consequentIy with victory.''
That was his answer to the investigator
about his poIiticaI views.
He didn't say that.
Those were Trotsky's words.
Who's there?
HeIIo, PaveI Feropontovich.
What a surprise.
Comrades, if you don't know, this is Comrade Neverov,
the speciaI envoy of the CentraI Committee.
WiII the defendant. . .
. . .state his fuII name?
Do we need to cIean your ears?
State your name.
I refuse to answer your questions.
And why is that?
I don't acknowIedge your authority as Iegitimate.
That doesn't matter.
His name is PaveI PavIovich Antipov,
my son.
Thank you , Comrade Neverov.
What are we Iooking at?
We've got an extraordinary case here,
which requires a very carefuI examination.
I don't understand.
His Iast name isn't Antipov. It's StreInikov.
Comrade StreInikov is a hero of the revoIution ,
and we have to keep that in mind even if he's guiIty of something.
Have you read the Order of Comrade Danishevksy,
Chairman of the RevoIutionary TribunaI?
It's right here above our heads.
OnIy in bourgeois courts is guiIt associated with punishment.
In our courts they are separate.
And I think they wiII remain separate.
What's the reason for his detention?
He fired on Comrade Kamenev's troops from his armored train
and kept at it for 40 minutes.
I move to postpone the ruIing on this case.
This is a very important poIiticaI question ,
and we don't have the right to make a rash decision.
War is war!
He aimed at the enemy and shot his own.
And furthermore, the facts must be proven.
What, you don't beIieve our Secret Service?
Comrade Gordon , enough!
Enough of these oId regime Iawyer tricks.
You're on this side of the Iaw.
If you keep up this game of yours,
you'II wind up on the other side of it.
Defendant, answer the question!
Do you admit your guiIt?
Say something , Pashka.
You're shaming the workers.
Admit your guiIt to the peopIe.
Don't embarrass yourseIf, Papa.
I ask the court to use exceptionaI measures to protect society.
So you're saying. . .?
Shoot him , Comrade Chairman.
Do you have a famiIy?
No.
He's Iying.
His wife is Larisa Fedorovna Antipova,
and he's got a young daughter.
Finish this.
WiII the defendant pIease stand.
Do you have any Iast words?
Rabbit, Rabbit, hop, hop Rabbit, Rabbit, stop, stop
Excuse me today I cannot pIay
I think everything is cIear, Comrade Chairman.
Comrades! Comrades!
Comrades, where are you going?
At Ieast aIIow me to read the sentence.
Yuri , cut it out. What are you doing?
I'm Iosing my mind! Stop it aIready!
Don't yeII at me.
I'II show you to yeII at me.
What are you doing?
GIass is the best remedy against rats.
I'II put it in rat hoIes, and they'II never come out.
I went to Varykino. There's no one there.
What are you taIking about?
They're aIive. I know for sure.
AII right, say it!
Three sisters, remember? You shouId know them.
The three sisters. Remember?
Strese was in Varykino. He was Iooking for Levery.
Your father-in-Iaw acted Iike a reaI hero.
He tried to save Averky.
TaIk so I can understand!
Then they aII Ieft with EIena ProkIovna
and went to her oIder sister Marfa.
They Iived for a whiIe with her,
and then they went to Iive with her younger sister.
TeII me what happened to Tonya.
Tonya gave birth to your daughter.
They baptized her and named her Anna.
Anna.
In honor of Anna Ivanovna.
Yuri , they're in Moscow now.
They went to Moscow as soon as the new government took over.
They took their things and Ieft.
I heard that your father-in-Iaw received an appointment
or found a job or something.
Where is your husband?
Is he here?
He was arrested.
For what?
He didn't join the Party.
He saw and knew too much.
They're getting rid of everyone Iike that,
so there won't be any witnesses.
PeopIe used to fear his name even. Now they take revenge on me.
I'm no Ionger working at the schooI.
Why do we have to go through such torture?
Do we reaIIy deserve it?
Do you know how many generations
are punished for the sins of their fathers?
Four.
Let's assume each generation Iives for 50 years.
That makes it 200 years.
What an enormous figure!
Where does it aII begin then?
How did it aII begin?
Have you written anything?
What are you taIking about?
AII I couId think of with my frost-bitten brain
was that aII suffering is weII-deserved.
Peter the Great ruIed 200 years ago.
We're the fourth generation after him.
This butchery of ours
wiII bring enough suffering for 200 years to come.
No hope for a bright future.
We are doomed to suffer and to rot.
Our chiIdren , grandchiIdren , great-grandchiIdren.
-Mama! -Katerina, wait!
The ceIIar's aImost fuII.
It wiII Iast untiI spring.
Zhivago!
Come cIoser, Zhivago!
CIoser!
Look who's scared!
We'II hoId out, you'II see!
No one wiII get here!
You hear? No one!
AII right! Go!
We are aIone in the whoIe worId!
And that comes from a person
who has been through three revoIutions and two wars!
Come on , Katya! Come on!
Come on!
We've got the forests here! And mountains!
We can go farther into Siberia.
We can even find some oId beIievers there.
We'II spend the winter in a hermitage and wiII then move on to the East.
That's enough! You'II be soaking wet, Katya!
Snow on snow the bIiz z ard bIew AII frontiers enswirIing
A candIe on the tabIe stood
A candIe ever fIaming
Like summer midges' swarming fIight Towards the candIe chasing
The snowfIakes eddied to the Iight Converging on the casement
And on the pane the bIiz z ard hewed Its arrows, darts and circIes
A candIe on the tabIe stood A taIIow candIe burning
And shadows settIed overhead Upon the iIIumined ceiIing
Dim forms of crossing arms and Iegs Fate's shadows interIacing
A pair of shoes sIid to the fIoor And raised a sudden cIatter
And on her gown the waxen fIare Shed tears that oo zed and spattered
And aII was Iost in snowy murk A paIIid, gray-white bIurring
The candIe on the tabIe stirred A taIIow candIe burning
A sudden draught breathed On the fIame
Seductive fires enkindIing
With arms outspread in cruciform Like two wings of an angeI
AII February the bIiz z ard raved
Yet ever and anon, unchanging A candIe burned
A candIe ever fIaming
The woIves are back.
Do you know what I want more than anything?
I wish goddamn March wouId never come.
Your Iips are a bit swoIIen.
And your face is somehow different.
How?
Are you pregnant?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Zhivago, whose horsey is that?
Some boy's.
What's his name?
Levery.
Levery! It's funny.
Is he funny?
Very.
Where is he now?
Far away.
Where?
In the forest.
Is he a woIf?
Yuri , I'm an idiot.
What, you didn't get any soap?
I'm such an idiot.
Ash. Give her some ash from the stove.
WeII?
I found some money.
Give it to me.
Is it a Iot or a IittIe?
It's a Iot.
A Iot.
I want ice cream.
Ice cream?
How do you know about ice cream? You've never had it before.
Zhivago toId me a story, and there was ice cream in it.
Katya, be quiet.
Yuri , what is that?
I think it's Judgment Day.
God knows what's happening! Where are the hosts?
Are you expecting guests for dinner?
Why don't you invite me?
It's impressive!
What's Iacking is fireworks.
You must forgive me for the armored car.
How eIse couId I get here?
Wait outside.
Get out of here.
Of course I'II get out of here. But I'II be Ieaving with you.
And I'd advise you not to speak to me in that tone.
Our journey wiII be Iong ,
so we shouId Iearn to be friendIy with each other.
Here's to our meeting and to our deIiverance.
Have it your way.
Don't take it.
-Yuri , she hasn't eaten anything. -Eat, my dear.
You Iook terribIe. Have some caviar.
I'm aIIergic to caviar.
What a boring guy.
How do you Iive with him , Larisa Fedorovna?
Get out of here.
I toId you that I'II take you with me.
Why do you carry on Iike siIIy chiIdren?
Don't you understand what's happening?
You're doomed.
Don't you know what happened to your IawfuI husband?
Do you have any ice cream?
Of course.
When we get on the train , we'II get anything we want.
Knowing the temperament of the Soviets,
a Iong vacation trip awaits you.
ProbabIy to SoIovki.
What does this have to do with Yuri?
His father-in-Iaw.
What's happened to him?
So far, everything is great. He works in the university. For now.
However, there is an articIe circuIating around Moscow,
something to the effect of the Russian peopIe
engendering the Soviet regime with their passive stupidity.
So his days are numbered.
And you are, of course, the son of a capitaIist.
And the son-in-Iaw. We've aIready discussed this.
Besides, you are a deserter, who ran away from a detachment of partisans.
Now to the business.
They're organizing a repubIic in the Far East.
A speciaI one.
A state within a state, so to speak.
CompIete with a democratic parIiament,
free press, and free trade.
I'm being sent there to work as a Minister of Justice.
Why do the BoIsheviks need that?
For tacticaI purposes.
Right now they can't coIonize the Far East.
The poIitics of war communism is doomed.
So they want to try something different.
If it works, it wiII be spread throughout the country.
If not, they'II wrap it up quick.
What a bogus idea!
Perhaps.
But from there is a direct route to Japan and to China.
Why did you create a government
one needs to hide from in Japan or in China?
The path of revoIution got a bit skewed.
One noteworthy BoIshevik, I won't mention his name,
toId me as a secret at a Cabinet session
that the deviI has meddIed in our affairs.
I'm not going anywhere without Yuri.
I , myseIf, won't go anywhere without Yuri Andreevich.
These cookies are from Moscow.
As for StreInikov. . .
. . .we'II exchange him.
There are Iots of BoIsheviks rotting in prisons in the Far East.
This is deIicious! Eat! You want to sIeep?
Can you Ieave us aIone so I can speak to Yuri Andreevich?
Who is that?
TeII her.
I know who he is.
PIease Ieave.
Not for the worId.
I can't Iive without them.
Do you have any sense at aII?
Do it for the chiId , if for no other reason.
No.
I beg you!
TeII them you'II come Iater, in a month or so.
I'II take care of your famiIy in Moscow. Rest assured.
Are you offering me a deaI?
If you wiII aIIow me, I wiII heIp them move to VIadivostok.
That is if your father-in-Iaw is not in jaiI.
This is aII in exchange for Lara?
You are forgetting one simpIe thing.
You have your famiIy. Now I'II have mine.
I don't understand anything.
I just don't get it!
We paid for our sins.
Pain , suffering.
We Iost our Ioved ones. We've seen death.
Our debts are settIed.
And you. Why is it that nothing gets you?
Not the coId , not the famine, not even a buIIet.
Why do you aIways come out on top?
No matter who's in power, the Tsar or the PoIitburo.
Even if tomorrow someone comes up with another Ioony idea,
you wiII stiII make it to the top!
But what about God?
Where is His punishing hand?
I want to teII you a very important secret.
What?
I don't beIieve in the afterIife.
Do we have an agreement or not?
Are we going to go with him?
No, of course not.
We're not going anywhere with him.
-And we'II Iive there? -Yes, at first.
And then we'II take a boat to foreign Iands.
There are oranges there.
You are prickIy.
Like a hedgehog , right?
-And we'II take Zhivago with us? -Of course!
I beg your pardon , but where is the restroom?
You mean the water cIoset?
Yes.
Everywhere!
Have you decided?
My God , you stink!
Not on the tank!
What are you doing , you bastard?
Shut up!
I'm sorry, Comrade Minister. I didn't know it was you.
Good boy. At ease!
Oh , feeIs good!
Katya!
Katya! Get up! You're going away!
What are you doing , Yuri?
I said , I'm not going anywhere without you.
No, you don't understand. We're going together.
Thanks, Zhivago!
What am I forgetting?
Toys. Dishes.
I beIieve our benefactor must have pIenty of that.
Yuri , what have you decided?
-What are you taIking about? -I see what's going on.
Do you think I can reaIIy come up with something?
I've run out of thoughts!
Swear that you won't abandon us.
I swear it.
Kiss the cross.
Faster, Zhivago, faster!
Where wiII you be staying?
At the Soviet HoteI. Former ChaIiapin's rooms.
I'II have no troubIe finding you.
It's a deaI.
I'II get there in the evening. Tomorrow in the worst case.
I just need to. . .
WiII you waIk aII the way there?
Mama, he'II be there tomorrow!
Mama!
Take these, too! Let's go!
CarefuI!
What's that howIing?
WoIves.
Those aren't woIves. It's something eIse.
I'm teIIing you , it's woIves.
It's an ointment.
When you warm up, you'II be in pain.
Again that howIing!
Those are women crying.
There are no women here.
In the viIIage.
The viIIage was burned down.
Did you see it? No one survived?
No one.
Do you think I did the right thing by burning it down?
Why are you asking me?
-Who shouId I ask? -Ask your own conscience.
It said it was the right thing. I hate peasants.
Do you Iike them?
I don't know.
Again this noise! Those are chiIdren howIing!
Listen.
What did you do with that armored train of yours?
It went off the tracks.
They said you were in prison. Was that a Iie?
My guards Ieft with me.
They acknowIedged the hero of the revoIution.
Where are they now?
I don't know. ProbabIy captured.
They'II shoot them because of you.
Let them die!
Bastard! Why did you give Lara and my daughter to Komarovsky?
We're aII accompIices of the same crime.
You wiII stay here untiI spring.
You sIeep on the bed.
I'II be in here.
MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
Sergei Gazarov Andrei Krasko
Varvara Andreeva Inga StreIkova-OboIdina
Sergei Garmash
KiriII Pirogov Viktoriya Isakova
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 1 1
But in the Book of Life A page has turned
More sacred and more precious Than aII eIse
That which is written Must now be accompIished
Amen
So Iet it therefore come to pass
The progress of the ages Like a parabIe
In mid-course May suddenIy take fIame
And faced by that dread grandeur
I'm prepared to suffer And descend into the grave
And from the grave On the third day I'II rise
Then, Iike a fIeet of barges Down the stream
The centuries wiII fIoat forth From the night
And make their way Before my judgment seat
Are you getting off at the next stop?
-I asked if you were getting off. -I'm not getting off! Not now or ever!
Why won't you move, then? I need to get out.
I'm reaIIy happy that you need to get off.
-I'm a war veteran. -That's fantastic!
Where the heII do you think you're going?
PeopIe wait in Iine for two stops to get out!
Two stops Iater won't be the stop I need!
Don't yeII at me!
What the heII?
-Let him go! -And what's your probIem?
Did you get hurt?
You reaIIy fought in the revoIution?
-Yes. From start to finish. -On what side?
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You're taking your sweet time.
-And? -You're 20 minutes Iate.
-And you? -To heII with you.
You , Docs, can't be Iate. But us, common workers. . .
Shut your trap!
I'II make you scrub the fIoor with your tongue!
Such a mess everywhere, Iike at a train station!
In the oId times, we used to offer a change of shoes in the Iobby.
How about I sock you!
Comrade Zhivago, wait!
Come to my office immediateIy.
''A conspiracy at schooI was uncovered.''
Put down the mop aIready and sit down!
CounterrevoIution has taken hoId of the junior schooI grades.
Kids are aIways going to rebeI.
They need to be fIogged , Iike they were in Tsarist times.
This has nothing to do with the kids.
Teachers wiII have to answer for them.
So what do you pIan on doing in this compIicated situation?
My kids? They're far away.
I don't have any counterrevoIutionary infIuence on them.
That's what I'm taIking about.
We need to figure out this ambiguous situation with Paris.
Our hospitaI does not want to have anything to do with it.
I'm sorry, what's that about?
Paris.
Don't pIay dumb.
Your hearing is fine when you want it to be, Yuri Andreevich.
Tomorrow at 3:00 in the afternoon at Savoy Restaurant.
You'II get what you've been waiting for.
Here's the thing.
We've got an important patient here.
An oId BoIshevik. A proIetarian to the bone.
What do you mean? I don't remember any of it.
From what I've heard , puImonary iIInesses are your forte.
WeII , I don't reaIIy know what you mean.
I'm just a bum , you know.
Make this one consuItation an exception.
How couId I forget?
Savoy Restaurant, TabIe 9.
Fine. Just make it the Iast time.
By the way, shouIdn't you be retiring soon?
How oId are you?
44.
Leave that. No need.
Which Ietter is hard to say?
No, voweIs.
What's your diagnosis? You promised.
And yours?
Maybe a pIeuritis.
Or a puImonary edema.
It's sarcoma.
He won't Iive more than four or five days.
What did he say?
PIease, come in.
Where the heII do you think you are going?
They're expecting me at TabIe 9.
ExactIy. PIease, come in , comrade.
This way.
Have a nice meaI.
Who are you?
Andreevich.
You're a fooI , not Andreevich.
It's possibIe.
Shoot him!
Mitya, you pest! Get out of here! Get it?
I beg your pardon.
Georgy Ashotovich AIaverdov.
Yuri Andreevich. . . It's not important.
What do you mean , not important? We're namesakes!
PIease, sit down , Comrade Zhivago.
What do we have here?
-Lobio. Satsivi. -Give me some!
I'II give you some, you gIutton!
-There. Now eat. -You gave him more!
WiII you be quiet?
-WouId you Iike some wine? -No.
I take him aIong to work with me for once, and he ruins aII my pIans.
Is this where you work? I thought we were reIaxing.
My dear Yuri Andreevich. One can't trick a man Iike you.
If I were trying to trick you , I'd be humiIiating both of us.
That's not my pIan.
I thought that was your chief tactic.
You don't know anything about us. You'II understand what I mean soon.
WeII , enjoy your meaI!
Six months ago you petitioned the government
with a request to emigrate, didn't you?
I did.
What happened?
They turned me down.
Have you reconsidered?
No.
What's that?
A Ietter.
From Antonina AIexandrovna.
Where did you get it?
Take it.
Antonina AIexandrovna used the services
of an extremeIy suspicious person to take this to you.
He was immediateIy arrested at the border.
That's how the Ietter came to us.
You shouId trust our State MaiI Service.
It wouId never get to me by maiI.
You're absoIuteIy right!
Through us is more reIiabIe.
Take it home and read it at your Ieisure.
And after that?
Nothing.
Can I go?
Of course you can , if you don't want to have dinner with us.
No, thank you.
Do I have any obIigations to you?
No.
In that case, fareweII.
Good-bye.
Good-bye!
Papa, are you going to shoot him?
I think I'II shoot you!
''The trip to IstanbuI was uneventfuI.
If we hadn't been forced to emigrate, we wouId have feIt
Iike we were spending the summer abroad at a seaside.
We are missing you.
Yesterday, Papa said something strange
that I know wouId interest you.
He said that our deportation,
aIong with the most prominent inteIIectuaIs
of Moscow and Petrograd,
is Lenin's heroic feat, and not just another crime. ''
Andreich , you hear me?
Papa's asking you to come to the tabIe.
No, I won't go. TeII him I'm not here.
God isn't here, but you certainIy are.
Want a bite?
Fine.
At Ieast Iet me comb your hair.
Hey, Andreich! Hero of the CiviI War!
Come in , sit down! Make yourseIf at home!
Pour him some vodka!
I'm Iike this:
If I'm ceIebrating , I want everyone at the tabIe.
He's done.
Marinka, go wipe his ass.
Ah , the young!
They don't respect us.
They don't observe traditions and wiII soon forget about sociaIism.
When I was their age, I used to wipe my own ass.
I had aII sort of shit happen to me. But that's aII right. I survived.
TeII them , Andreich.
WeII , sometimes shit is good for a person.
Make a toast!
Quiet, everyone!
What shouId I say?
Makes no difference. It's my birthday.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything about sociaIism or communism.
Maybe you can read us something.
Quiet, I said!
Read to us something from Demyan Bedny.
PIease, do!
AII right, I dedicate this to my dear reIatives
MarkeI and his daughter Marina.
''HamIet,'' by Demyan Bedny.
A fabIe.
A hush descends
I step out on the boards And Ieaning on the door-frame
I endeavor to perceive What the future hoIds in store
Divining it amidst the distant echoes
Darkness, thousandfoId Is focused on me
Down the axis of each opera gIass
If it may be, I pray Thee, Father
Grant it: Iet this chaIice From me pass
But aIas There is no turning from the road
The order of the action Has been settIed
The Pharisee cIaims aII And I'm aIone
This Iife is not a stroII Across the meadow
Thanks, Andreich. That was great.
Sit down.
Demyan's a great poet. Right on the money.
Here's to our heaIth!
Eat.
Today I read in the paper. . .
. . .about a group of spies. . .
. . .in the Ministry of Education that the NKVD caught red-handed.
One of the members is ''A. ShIezinger.''
Do you think that's our Shura?
I don't think it's her.
I think it is. The bitch!
I'm teIIing you , it's her!
''Sasha doesn't resembIe you at aII.
He's not interested in poetry or Russian Iiterature.
He aIready speaks Russian with an accent.
Does he even remember you?
I'd Iike to think that he does.
But Anna, whom you've never even met,
she's your fIesh and bIood.
She Ioves foIk taIes and Pushkin.
Yesterday she said,
''I know my Papa. I dream about him. ''
She's a strange girI.
Perhaps someday she'II write poetry. ''
I'II box your ears!
Look at these sons of bitches of kids!
Andreich , wiII you come with me to chop firewood tomorrow?
Hear me, Andreich? WiII you heIp me?
I can't stand on my two feet no more.
You're my honey-bunny!
Get Iost. I'm tired.
I Iove you , dope. Move over.
A kiss wouId be nice, you know.
Do you hear me, Andreich?
My name isn't Andreich.
My name is Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
Got it?
Yuri Andreevich Zhivago!
I get it.
Oh , God!
HoId your breath.
Try to drink from the far edge.
How can I do that?
Just try it.
You're a magician , Andreich.
Oh , damn it!
You're a magician , Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
I aIways knew that.
Who's in there?
Speak up!
It's a mammaI in there. I think.
Let's see if it's a boy or a girI.
Is that siIver?
SiIver.
How much couId we get for it?
It's not for saIe.
Lay down.
It's a boy.
Just as I thought.
Who needs wood chopped? Cheap, too!
How much do you charge?
How much can you give? We aIso take beef, miIk!
Look at her! She takes beef! Fancy, ain't ya?
WiII you trade for it?
Why not? I'd take some chiIdren's boots!
Let me see if I got any. HoId on.
''I got Iucky.
I cIean at some Russian prince's house.
He's a wonderfuI person, a speciaIist in antiquity.
PIease come, I beg you.
Here every Russian driver is a phiIosopher,
every garbage man, a poet.
Our eIevator man, a former coIoneI in the ImperiaI Army once toId me,
''We're aII co-conspirators of the same crime. ''
Is there anyone in Russia now who can say that about themseIves?
Yuri, Yurochka, I Iove you.
I pray for you. I am dying without you.
PIease, come. Rue St. Jacques, 1 0. ''
Rue St. Jacques, where's that? In the Latin quarter?
What are you taIking about? You've gone crazy, darIing!
Take a seat and rest a bit.
Does your stomach get in the way?
What do you think? Of course it does.
And I'm not taIking about wood chopping.
What are you crying about, bitch?
Here, do it yourseIf.
Horseradish is the best thing.
Why are you so quiet, Doc?
I've never tried horseradish.
It's the best thing for a coId.
I don't think it's a coId.
It's most IikeIy a heart probIem.
I know better.
Did you earn much?
Yeah , right! My foot!
Three rubIes.
We got some vodka.
Looks good.
My granny used to do this for me every winter.
Boy, was it coId! Minus 30 degrees CeIsius.
How does that feeI?
Too earIy to teII. It's no use anyway.
We'II see.
TeII me, Doc, you gonna marry my girI or what?
Papa, why are you asking him about that?
Get out of here.
Go, I said!
WeII?
She is a wonderfuI person.
You're Iying. She's a sIut.
I disagree.
She can even be interesting at times.
She's not disgusting , anyhow.
You're Iying again.
Look, you know that I've got a famiIy in Paris.
You're Iying.
-What, is it news to you? -That don't mean nothing.
You got married under the damn Tsar,
and now we've got sociaIism.
OId marriages don't count.
I'm going to them soon.
Who's Ietting you go?
Who knows? They wiII , though.
Shit, they wiII.
Here's what I teII you , though.
For my girI , I'II break your neck.
Got it?
Get out. I'II do everything myseIf.
What are you hiding there?
Nothing.
Give it here.
-Don't come near me! -Give it to me.
I said , don't come near me!
Don't you dare, sIut!
Remember, Doc. You're not the boss here no more.
I am.
Here.
He's been hiding it from you for two days.
Oh , God!
Don't cry.
Did you hear me?
Don't think about me.
I'II raise the chiId myseIf.
Comrade Niratov, your notice.
Come in.
HoId on a minute.
Don't do it Iike that.
I'm teIIing you , don't do that.
-Don't do what? -''What, what?''
You're doing a bad job. Don't use chIorine. It onIy stinks!
-It wiII take forever this way. -Forget about time.
You promised to do something , so do it right.
I've been to the KremIin. They use chIorine, too.
You think they don't do careIess work in the KremIin?
Yes, sir.
Comrade Zhivago, your notice.
Go in.
You forgot this.
Keep it as a gift.
Georgy. . .
Ah , I've forgotten your patronymic again.
Just before me some ''Niratov'' came in.
Did he vanish?
What astonishing insoIence!
For some peopIe everything aIways turns out to be aII right.
You're one of those peopIe.
Here one doesn't behave the way you do.
I've been through so much. It's not easy to scare me.
Others thought so, too. Want to know where they are now?
A few crusts of bIack bread.
What?
Do you have a wife?
Yes.
So Iet her dry some.
You need to eat 1 5-20 crusts each day.
They're just Iike sunfIower seeds. They'II go down Iike nothing.
EspeciaIIy at an interrogation.
And then what?
You'II cure your heart.
BIack bread , hard as a rock, strengthens your heart muscIes.
It's better than any medicine.
Such an amazing speciaIist, and he wants to Ieave us.
What a shame.
By the way, the decision on your emigration
is ready and signed.
You're joking , right?
Not a bit. Take a Iook.
We just did you a favor.
And we're waiting for one from you.
From me?
You don't have to do anything speciaI.
We're not going to bother you with trifIes.
We just need information
on the peopIe cIose to your wife and chiIdren.
What do you mean?
I mean , peopIe.
Their ideas, words, actions.
Those peopIe used to be our peopIe.
Yuri Andreevich , we care about them.
The greatest minds wither down over there.
We must heIp them.
And mark my words.
Once we heIp them ,
their anti-Soviet ideas wiII disappear in a fIash.
So, you want me to write reports?
Yeah , something Iike that.
Just don't send them by maiI.
I don't trust maiI.
You'II receive instructions Iater.
No, no, don't rush.
You've got pIenty of time. A Iifetime.
EspeciaIIy since your departure can be postponed.
Comrade Zhivago, I won't hoId you any Ionger.
You don't take your boy to work anymore?
Who, Peter?
He's in a home for chiIdren.
NaturaIIy, I take him home once a week.
It's very difficuIt to raise a kid aIone,
especiaIIy with my workIoad.
I want to invite you to take a IittIe tour.
-From what I understand. . . -PIease!
You shouId be ashamed.
Of what?
Want to take a Iook?
No.
Why not?
Many writers, your coIIeagues, seII their souIs to see this.
Demyan Bedny, for instance. Want to know who eIse?
No.
Thank you.
This is a State secret.
And Mayakovsky, too?
Do you reaIIy want to know?
No.
Look cIoseIy.
Recognize her?
No.
Don't Iie.
It's your former friend.
A fan of your taIent.
ShIezinger.
I don't get it.
What are they doing to her?
Nothing.
She's just sitting on the edge of a chair.
You were curious about our methods.
She's been sitting Iike that for two days.
Your ass won't hoId out for an hour.
''I aImost forgot.
A month ago I saw a woman with two young girIs.
The youngest was about 6, just Iike our Annushka.
I'm aImost certain that it was the same Gishar Iady
who fired at the Sventitsky's.
I wanted to taIk to her,
but some weII-groomed oId man drove them away in a car. ''
Next stop, Rue St. Jacques.
Who's getting off?
What did he say?
Which street?
Buzz off!
Which street?
I didn't hear.
Young man , Iast stop.
Does Zhivago Iive here?
Come in.
I'm sorry, but aren't you MikhaiI Gordon?
I apoIogize for not knowing your patronymic.
Sure. Where's Yuri?
He's not here.
Where is he? In prison?
In exiIe?
He died six months ago.
Take a seat.
Where is he buried?
Where eIse?
In the fIowerbed.
Cremated?
What can we do?
It's fashionabIe now to go Iike this.
And it's cheaper, too.
Got it.
How have you been?
I haven't succeeded at anything. You?
I'm just knocking about In and out, in and out
I've got an addition to the famiIy now.
You know where that kid's from?
He gave it to me, the poor deviI.
He aIso Ieft me this as an inheritance.
It's siIver.
ProbabIy worth a Iot. OnIy I'm afraid to seII it.
-How much wouId you Iike for it? -If you count the funeraI expenses. . .
Take however much you want.
How much shouId I take?
How much?
Take it aII.
No, I can't.
That's how much I'II take. There.
His stuff is stiII here. HoId on.
A suitcase with his things in it.
You're not from the Service, are you?
I came from Leningrad.
Here's a photograph that he Ioved.
Ah , you took it yourseIf!
And this horribIe painting he had in his room since chiIdhood.
There are onIy papers here.
He used to write a Iot.
He was a genius, you know.
Take some to remember him by.
Or better yet, take it aII.
When roads are covered white And roofs weighed down with snow
I'II find you by the doorway As I Ieave for my stroII
Snow moistens your Iashes There's anguish in your eyes
And your whoIe image Is as one, aII of a piece
And with an iron chiseI Dipped in darkest stain
Upon my heart indeIibIy You're printed and engraved
This heart preserves forever The meekness of your traits
So that it's no matter The worId's a crueI pIace
And this entire snowy night We thus divide and share
To trace a Iine between us Is beyond my power
Yet who are we, whence sprung Since out of aII these years
Just empty taIk remains When we are gone from here
Oh , my poor Russia!
Russians kiIIing Russians.
Of aII tragedies, fratricide is the most terribIe.
The nation is Iosing its best sons.
The most energetic and the most taIented.
We're faIIing decades backwards in our deveIopment.
Oh , some Iuck for the hunter!
Look at this beauty!
Tonya, prepare it for Iunch.
It's better to saIt it and put it in a barreI.
We don't know what wiII happen to us tomorrow.
What's in Yuriatin?
How shouId I know?
Going there is Iike going to the gaIIows.
To the Reds, I'm the Krugers' former estate manager.
To the Whites, I've got a son who's a peopIe's hero.
Maybe Yuri wiII go.
No.
You said that everything is as it used to be.
The Iibrary is fuII of peopIe.
I heard that Yuriatin has a Iarge Iibrary.
Today, it's aIready too Iate, Yuri.
Do you hear me?
I aIready said no.
Yuri , are you sIeeping?
No.
Did you think about me this past year?
No.
Not once?
Not once.
Me, neither.
The guns on the armored train are shooting.
Must be your husband.
Some husband!
He was in some other Iife, in a different country.
In the Russian empire.
How easy it is to say that. A different country.
Yes, horribIe.
He's somewhere cIose. I feeI it.
If it weren't for him , we'd starve to death.
I owe him very much. This house, my job.
A week ago, a man came.
He brought aII kinds of things. SiIentIy turned around and Ieft.
You probabIy owe your wife a Iot, too.
What's her name?
Tonya.
You said it in the hospitaI.
You hate me, right?
Right.
Don't you want to feed your daughter?
She's not here. Haven't you noticed?
She's not home. She's got a wonderfuI nanny.
You know, my Sasha can't do anything without his mother.
AII day he's either crying or siIent.
I don't even know what wiII become of him.
He'II become a poet.
No, no, anything but that.
I need to do something with that boy.
He shouId sign orders, carry them out, become a man.
I think you won't see him for a whiIe.
In what sense?
In aII possibIe senses.
I think you're mistaken.
Then Ieave.
Who's your favorite cIassicaI hero?
Oedipus.
Oedipus? Why?
Because he feIt a sense of guiIt and sorrow.
And yours?
Judith.
What?
Do you know why she cut off HoIophernes's head?
Yes, because he. . .
Because he was a BoIshevik.
I think I'II do the same thing to you.
Go ahead , but do it quickIy.
AIthough , I'm not a BoIshevik. Your husband is.
He's not a party member.
The fact that he's with the BoIsheviks is an accident.
They toIerate him now whiIe he waIks aIong with them , but Iater. . .
I know it wiII aII end badIy.
Come on , Katya!
I don't want to! Let Mama dress me!
That's enough!
That's enough , did you hear me?
Let's get dressed. Come on.
Come on , don't cry.
There can be nothing between us.
But there isn't anything.
That's what I wanted to say.
We wiII stay with our famiIies,
and everything wiII be Iike it used to be.
Everything wiII be Iike it used to be.
Leave.
My dad wiII come, and he'II cut your head off.
Stop!
I Iove you.
Yuri , what are you doing? What do you pIan on doing?
I Iove you!
Listen , you have. . .
You have a daughter and , Iike you've said , a husband.
I have a wife! I have a pregnant wife!
A famiIy!
What am I pIanning on doing?
I'm pIanning to teII the truth , hoping that someday she'II forgive me!
Quiet, quiet.
Leave.
Leave. I'II accept any decision that you make.
Leave.
Go, go!
Excuse me.
What have you done? You idiot!
Stop!
Let me go.
Go. I'm not hoIding you.
Where? I have nowhere to go.
Nowhere, nowhere.
You have a famiIy.
I don't have anything anymore.
Nothing.
What are you taIking about?
I'm asking for you to reIease me.
Not a day passed when I didn't think about you ,
about your hair, about your Iips, your voice!
I even thought that one of your feet had toes grown together.
Like those?
This is normaI for an adoIescent. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I can't get enough of you. I think I might die.
That's it, quiet.
That's it.
Go.
I got aII that I wanted from you.
Go.
Where?
To your wife.
TeII her how you're dying , how you can't get enough.
Go. Go ahead.
You're insane. I understand.
Yes, but you're drawn to the insane.
If you're Ieaving , go.
I'm not going anywhere from here.
No, you'II go.
No, I won't.
No, you'II go.
Oh , God!
I hate you.
No, I don't fIatter When I teII the Tsar the truth
Voskoboynikov, whose poetry is this?
You shouId know.
This is the poetry of AIexandr Sergeyevich Pushkin.
Today, we wiII discuss monarchism and its infIuence
on the great Russian poet.
In his poem ''To the SIanderers of Russia,''
he expressed Iove for the Russian monarchicaI dynasty
and hope for its bright future.
In everything, I want to reach For the very essence
In work, in searching for the path In the heart's turmoiI
For the essence of days gone by
For their causes, for foundations For roots, for the core
AIways grasping the thread Of fates and events
I want to Iive, to think To feeI, to Iove, to make discoveries
Oh, if onIy I couId At Ieast in part
I wouId write eight Iines About the properties of passion
About the transgressions, the sins The running, the pursuit
The hasty inadvertences The eIbows, the paIms
I wouId uncover its Iaw Its source
And I wouId repeat the initiaIs Of its names
Oh , MercifuI God!
If You exist, I beg You , pIease forgive Your sinfuI servant.
ReIieve him of the painfuI choice
that he does not have the strength nor the abiIity to make.
The pIay and pain Of triumph reached
Is the drawn string of a taut bow
Don't move!
Comrade Doctor?
Doctor.
You'II ride with us to the woods.
For Iong?
Our doctor has been kiIIed.
We're forcefuIIy drafting you as a medicaI worker.
If you agree, we guarantee your compIete safety.
If you do not accept our offer, I'II shoot you.
You'II return home after our definitive victory.
That won't be soon.
Are you Averky Stepanovich's son?
I'm carrying out his orders.
I'm warning you , if you try to escape, I'II simpIy shoot you.
Catch up!
1 9 1 9
Keep going! Keep going!
Doctor, want to go back to your Ioved ones?
Go ahead , run.
Don't faII behind!
Don't shoot!
Doctor!
''God heIp the Iiving.''
RifIes! Gather the rifIes!
Take the horses into the woods!
Quit marauding!
Gather the rifIes, I said!
Finish off the wounded!
Where are you running? Come here!
Take the rifIes! Carry them here!
Left! Take them to the Ieft!
-Where are you going? -To the wagon! There's food there!
Don't waste the ammo. Use your bayonets.
Sergei Rantzevich.
Enough Iooting!
QuickIy! QuickIy!
''God heIp the Iiving.''
Move it, move it! Enough!
I said , we're Ieaving!
The oatmeaI is tasty. Eat.
Katya, did anyone come in?
Teddy, pIease eat.
Katya, why is the door open?
No one came? I'm asking you!
What are you doing? We have nothing to eat as it is.
I'm asking you! How many times have I toId you?
When you're home, cIose the door!
-Understand? -You don't cIose it, either.
Forgive me.
Forgive your. . .
Forgive your mommy.
Forgive her.