coIumn?
What are you taIking about?
Others wiII write it Iater.
Exhausted yet?
We won't be done by the New Year.
Why the suitcase?
Oh , it's aII right.
Leave it if you don't want it.
Let me heIp you.
It's aII right.
I have some news for you , Averky.
My mouth is fuII of sand.
You cIeaned the potatoes badIy!
The Tsar's entire famiIy
was kiIIed by the BoIsheviks,
incIuding the chiIdren.
Why aren't you saying anything?
What am I supposed to say?
What? Did you know about this?
Of course, I knew.
And why not?
Everyone knew.
And?
And nothing.
Don't you feeI sorry for them?
No.
WeII , I don't know
what the heII that is.
I'm asking , though , is anyone
sorry for the Iate Emperor?
I'm sorry for him.
Look, everyone,
this is the onIy person in Russia
who feeIs sympathy for His Majesty.
I guess I was wrong
about my peopIe.
We took their dumbness,
begotten by servitude and vodka,
for meekness.
And we took their pride and
whimsicaI fantasy for spirituaIity.
I need to teII you something.
We forgot the compIete inabiIity
of the Russian peopIe
to organize as a society.
The communists want to put on them
a metaI Ieash of governance,
but when the metaI rusts,
chaos, anarchy,
and debauchery wiII ensue,
as it happened during the Iast year
of the German war.
I'm pregnant.
You're in the country
and not in a university cIassroom.
Here you need to work
and to quit taIking.
Good day.
HeIIo.
Don't take your jacket off.
It's coId.
Can you teII me
if you have any newspapers
where they put ads for work?
What vacancies?
Do you hear expIosions in Varykino?
We hear them every night.
I'II heIp.
AIexandr VasiIiyevich is on his way.
I wish he'd hurry up.
Don't worry. He's deaf.
Doesn't hear anything.
Do you think it wiII get better?
At Ieast we'II have other books,
Yuri Andreevich.
You even know my name.
Yes, I know.
PIease sign it.
-To Marfa--
-ProkIovna.
I know.
Some address. Yours?
No, it's yours.
Someone is interested in you.
Who?
One of our teachers.
Katya, we're going to eat now.
Good day.
Just a minute.
I saw the door was open ,
and I thought it was Katya.
Do you have a rag?
You must be joking.
I don't trust you.
Zhivago, aren't you ashamed?
You've been here a month and
haven't Iet your presence be known.
How do you know that?
I saw you in the Iibrary.
Why didn't you come up to me?
Because you went past me
with your nose up to the ceiIing.
I don't even know
what to ask you about.
Did you find your husband?
Yes and no.
Remember, I toId you
that he was aIive.
I didn't find my husband.
He's StreInikov now.
StreInikov! No kidding?
I saw him.
ReaIIy?
I didn't.
Here's a toweI.
Heroes of the revoIution
can't afford the weakness
of having a wife and chiIdren.
What was he Iike?
Most kind.
Strange.
-Not considering-
-The bIood and the savagery.
Say what's on your mind.
BIood and savagery.
Zhivago, you won't disappear again ,
wiII you?
What?
Let's have dinner.
Katya is coming back soon.
Take your jacket off.
Let's eat.
I can't. My famiIy is waiting
for me at home.
I can't.
I can't right now.
For a haIf hour, Yuri.
It's time for me to go.
Quiet!
It's here, gentIemen.
Stop.
Here wiII be the switchboard terminaI
and the teIegraph office.
Throw it out!
Throw out that fiIth!
I won't throw it out.
You'II ruin me!
Throw it out, Comrade--
I mean , Madame Antipova,
you'II ruin both of us.
Don't you understand?
Think about it.
What don't you understand?
Your aImighty husband
won't heIp you now.
Quite the opposite.
-Do you know which side he's on?
-No, I don't.
Neither do I.
That's it!
They're here. That's it.
-Do you want to Iive?
-Yes, I do! I want to Iive!
Hide Marx, and you'II be rewarded.
Look at that!
Larisa Fedorovna, heIIo!
Stop.
Oh , damn it!
We'II make the Teachers' Lounge
the private office for His ExceIIency.
-That's reasonabIe.
-What office? Have you gone insane?
I won't Iet you
anywhere near the