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