prominent merchant brought to me
a young woman in tears.
She was hoIding a chiId.
He's shouting , ''It's not my chiId!
Let the doctor prove that it's not!''
I took them to the Iaboratory
and put a few drops of his bIood
under the microscope.
I did the same with the chiId's bIood.
I magnified the bIood and
asked the merchant to take a Iook.
''What do you see?''
''Red marbIes, Iots of them ,''
he answered.
''Now Iook at the chiId's bIood.
What do you see?''
''MarbIes. It's my bIood.''
He kissed the woman.
Did he pay?
He paid what we asked.
Everyone, Iook at me.
Watch for the bird to come out.
Where do you think you're going?
To give a note to the doctor.
-What does it say?
-Attempted suicide.
I'II go with you.
You want to Ieave
your own birthday party?
They wiII make me read poetry.
Can I go with you?
Under no circumstances.
I think this is it.
Yes.
Here it is.
TaiIor Shop of Madame Gishar.
Watch out!
Greetings.
-What is it?
-Arsenic.
-For how Iong?
-About two hours.
-Is she aIive?
-You teII me.
This way.
Let's take a Iook.
Mister MedicaI Doctor,
describe her condition.
Her face shows signs of poisoning.
Most IikeIy with arsenic.
Nausea. GeneraI weakness.
Weak puIse.
SmeII the air, Yuri Andreevich.
SmeII the puke. Don't hesitate.
What's it smeII Iike?
-Green waInuts.
-ExactIy.
She drank iodine.
Not arsenic.
Whatever possessed you , my Iady?
Next time you shouId try ink.
It's harmIess, but the excrement
wiII be sabIe bIack.
Good enough to write
a Ietter to the Governor.
Let's fIush out her system.
Then treat her mucosa.
I'II need a Iot of water.
Go find some.
Beg your pardon.
I need water to fIush her down.
Is she aIive?
Yes. She's aIive.
She drank some ink.
What ink?
Excuse me. I got it mixed up.
She drank iodine.
The water is downstairs.
Thank you.
Sorry to disturb you.
Yuri , I need to teII you one thing.
It's strange. That man. . .
Give her broth
three or four times a day.
And strong tea with biscuits.
In a coupIe of days you can try
to give her some chicken soup.
-PIease take this.
-Thank you.
And if she tries it again?
That wouId be
beyond my area of expertise.
You shouId ask a psychiatrist.
-Take this.
-Why? No, I won't take it.
I don't want to hear it again.
A doctor must be used
to suffering and money.
Otherwise, my friend ,
quit medicine and study Iiterature.
Cabbie!
I wanted to teII you.
It is possibIe that
that gentIeman robbed your father
and might be responsibIe
for his death.
The man from the taiIor shop.
He was on the train with us.
BeIieve me!
He's a dangerous man.MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP
presents
in association with the Russian
FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
VIadimir IIyin
Varvara Andreeva
Sergei Gorobchenko
Inga StreIkova-OboIdina
AIeksei Petrenko
Sergei Garmash
KiriII Pirogov
NataIya KoIyakanova
Andrei Krasko
Irina Brazgovka
Anton Khabarov
Directed by
AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by
Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 3
Script by
Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography:
Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
Good day.
Beg your pardon.
Good day.
Are you Iooking for something?
The New Testament.
-A probIem with no asnwer?
-Yes.
What is it, if it's not a secret?
Is it a sin to seek revenge
in thought or deed?
-Revenge for what?
-A murder.
Who kiIIed whom?
No one kiIIed anyone.
I mean , theoreticaIIy.
PeopIe have been trying to answer
that question for thousands of years.
Remember the Romans.
They borrowed gods,
subjugated peopIes.
Engaged in bestiaIity and mad orgies.
Their Emperors drowned in fat.
There you have a fecund ground
for revenge.
SuddenIy, He appeared in that mess,
in that pigsty fuII of marbIe
and rubbish.
Can't find it.
Empty gods vanished ,
and the era of man began.
The era of the pIowman ,
of the carpenter,
of home, famiIy, and work.
Private Iife was now