forgot!
Look at yourself!
There's a man outside
that needs help.
Where were you?
-He saved my life.
-Greetings.
I was at a demonstration
and almost got killed.
-Have you got any cognac?
-It must be somewhere here.
I don't need cognac
but bandages and cotton balls.
He protected me with his body.
-Mama, are we ever going to eat?
-Go to your room , I said.
Ah , it's you again.
The family patron.
Shut up!
I'm not a patron.
I'm a partner.
Do you mind if I take one cigar?
-Take them all.
-Thank you.
Drink this and calm down.
I won't.
They'll bring me to my ruin!
To your health!
-Where's your rescuer?
-Downstairs. They wouldn't let him in.
Let's give them money, and that's it.
Come with me!
I think it's near a river.
Gentlemen , I suggest
you don't go to town.
We cannot catch up with you ,
Larisa Fedorovna.
Excuse me.
Was that a usual scene?
We've had them all my life.
I hate her.
Spit.
It will soon be over.
When?
When you grow up.
Can't wait.
There was a young man here
with a headwound. Where is he?
He's left.
If he left, it means he's alive.
Where are you going?
He said he lived
near the train station. I'll find him.
-I would advise against it.
-Why?
Him being accused ,
you , seeing him in prison
and following him to exile. . .
It's boring.
Go home. Calm down your mother.
That is important.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Come on , let's go.
It seems like we all
sit on a volcano.
Yes, we do,
but it's an inactive volcano.
Anna Ivanovna, you look like a ghost.
Is there anything wrong?
Yes.
What, the Tsar's been killed?
Zhivago's dead.
He jumped off a train.
Awful.
It's Yuri's biological father.
We had Yuri since he was four.
His deceased mother was my friend.
''The Laureate
of the World's Fair in Paris,
famous philanthropist and millionaire
Andrei Alekseevich Zhivago
died by throwing himself
from a train. . .
He was married two times. . .
all his estate. . . in our memory. . .
Ties in style of Zhivago. . .
cream cakes. . .''
Do you remember ''Zhivago ties''?
No, I don't.
So they are lying!
There was something.
''Former wives and mistresses
from Tomsk to Paris. . .
. . .did not pay their last respects.
Zhivago was buried with the suicides,
outside the village cemetery.''
That's filth!
Please burn it
so Yuri wouldn't see it.
It's horrible.
Sasha, it was him.
I know him.
I told you that someone
jumped off our train.
Misha.
Papa. We need another hour.
-Misha. Your medal.
-Thanks.
Why did she see it?
I just told her about that drunkard
on the train.
Misha, quiet.
That was Yuri's biological father.
Here.
He gave it to Misha.
They chatted before his suicide.
What about?
About Jesus Christ.
Here you go! Even the generating
station has gone on strike.
Let's try to get a cab
and go home.
Zhivago, are you coming?
I'll walk.
Did you hear about the strike?
Here's a wall, here's a door
I ain't your servant no more
Here.
Bastards!
It's been two days
without electricity.
I need a machine gun here!
Stop!
Good day!
KRESTO VO-VOZDVIZHENSKY
HOSPITAL
-Hello. How are you?
-I was studying the whole night.
Medicine only defines
the cause of death.
But we only have the barest
understanding of death itself.
Though , there can be various
pathological conclusions as well.
Our dear Yuri ignores the obvious
and impulsively believes
that the cause of death
of this wretched man is. . .
Liver echinococcus.
He who has less experience
is more audacious.
But this is not important now.
You have to treat a corpse
like a live human being ,
without offending ''him'' in any way,
and with a mental apology
for what you must do to him.
The brain cells die out first,
don't they?
A human being
does not perceive the world
only with his brain , Vassily,
but also with his receptor cells.
God knows what we will feel
in the same situation ,
which , I can assure you , will happen.
To all of us.
Now, Yuri Andreevich , God bless.
Do you ,