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Is it good to be home?

Sasha?

Who else?

It's your daddy, Sasha.

Sasha!

Sasha!

Naughty boy!

No, don't say that.

May I come in?

Watch carefully.

I am about to ignite the last half of the last cigar in Moscow.

Good meal?

- Very. - Say something.

That was very good, Tonya.

That was nothing.

She's been saving that salami for three months.

Have you, darling?

I got it for a clock.

She's a marvel. Coffee, you observe.

Stop it, Daddy. He knows I'm a marvel.

Did you write any poetry?

Quite a lot.

Is it good?

Yes, I think so.

Can I see it?

Well, of course.

What happened to Nurse Antipova? Your letters were full of her.

Yes, I suppose they were.

That's the girl who shot friend Komarovsky, isn't it?

Yes, Daddy. You know it is.

She's gone home to her little girl.

- Oh, we shan't see her then? - No.

What a pity!

Farewell, the pleasures of the flesh.

What I don't understand is how we're going to stay alive this winter.

You have no right whatever to call me from work.

As a Soviet deputy, I--

That gives you the power, not the right.

It's noticed, you know. Your attitude is noticed.

You should have called the area doctor.

I want this done quietly.

Why, what is it, typhus?

I'll take him away. Get me some transport.

It isn't typhus.

It's another disease we don't have in Moscow: starvation.

That seems to give you satisfaction.

It would give me satisfaction to hear you admit it.

- Would it? Why? - Because it is so.

Your attitude is noticed, you know. Oh, yes, it's been noticed.

Hello.

The stove's out!

The stove's out!

What's the matter with you? No wonder he's losing weight!

She lets it out as soon as you've gone, and she lights it before you come home.

We haven't enough fuel.

I told myselflt was beneath my dlgnlty to arrest a man for pllferlng flrewood.

But nothlng ordered by the Party Is beneath the dlgnlty of any man...

...and the Party was rlght.

One man desperate for a blt of fuel Is pathetlc.

Flve mllllon people desperate for fuel wlll destroy a clty.

That was the flrst tlme I ever saw my brother.

But, I knew hlm, and I knew that I would dlsobey the Party.

Perhaps It was the tle ofblood between us, but I doubt It.

We were only half-tled, anyway, and brothers wlll betray a brother.

Indeed, as a pollceman, I would say "Get hold of a man's brother...

"...and you're half way home. "

Nor was It admlratlon for a better man than me.

I dld admlre hlm, but I dldn't thlnk he was a better man.

Besldes, I've executed better men than me wlth a small plstol.

Now you'll have to live like the rest of us, Doctor.

Bring that! Bring that back!

Oh, listen to His Excellency!

I want no anarchy!

I want this carried out correctly.

What are you doing?

Re-allocation of living space, Comrade Doctor.

Fifty square meters for a family of less than five persons.

Dammit, whose house is this, anyway?

Father, be quiet!

All right, 50 square meters. What're you doing with my things?

They're being stored.

They're being stolen.

Just a minute!

And where did you get this?

I pulled it out of a fence.

I told them who I was.

The old man was hostlle, the glrl cautlous.

My brother...

...seemed very pleased.

I thlnk the glrl was the only one who guessed at thelr posltlon.

You're just as I imagined you. You're my political conscience.

I asked hlm hadn't he one of hls own.

And so he talked about the Revolutlon.

You lay life on a table and you cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.

I told hlm If he felt llke that he shouldjoln the Party.

Cutting out the tumors of injustice, that's a deep operation.

Someone must keep life alive while you do it.

By living.

Isn't that right?

I thought then It was wrong.

He told me what he thought about the Party and I trembled for hlm.

He approved of us, but for reasons whlch were subtle, llke hls verse.

Approval such as hls could vanlsh overnlght.

I told hlm so.

Of course, I can't approve this evening something you may do tomorrow.

He was walklng about wlth a noose round hls neck and dldn't know.

So I told hlm what I had heard about hls poems.

Not liked?

Not liked by whom?

Why not liked?

So I told hlm that.

Do you think it's "personal, petit-bourgeois and self indulgent"?

I lled.

But he belleved me.

And It struck me through to see that my oplnlon mattered.

The glrl knew what It meant, what It was golng to mean.

They couldn't survlve what was comlng In the clty.

I urged them to leave and llve obscurely somewhere In the country...

...where they could keep themselves allve.

We have, used to have, an estate at Varykino, near Yuriatin.

The people know us there.

He dldn't reslst.

I offered to obtaln permlts, passes, warrants...

...told them what to take and what to leave behInd.

I had the Impertlnence to ask hlm for a volume of hls poems.

And so we parted.

I thlnk I even told hlm that we would meet agaln In better tlmes.

But perhaps I dldn't.

Fifty persons!

Fifty persons only!

Fifty persons!

Tonya, here!

Fifty persons only!

Get back!

Fifty persons only!

Fifty persons!

Fifty persons!

Only 50 persons!

Charming accommodation.

Charming accommodation.

That's very good.

I'm an intellectual.

Shut up, you "intellectual."

Shut up, you lickspittle.

Forced labor.

Attention, Comrades.

Your train will leave tomorrow morning.

Health regulations for the journey:

Night soil will be emptied every morning without fail.

Straw to be replaced at ten day intervals and the old straw burned.

In the event of fresh straw being unavailable, old straw to be turned.

This is disinfectant. Use it.

In this wagon is a detachment of Voluntary Labor.

Liar.

You are required by Military Committee to show them all assistance.

One carriage is occupied by sailors of the heroic Kronstadt Sailors' Soviet.

So you'll be in good hands.

They're idiots.

Attention, Comrades.

In approximately 11 days' time you'll pass through the Urals province...

...where White Guard units, aided by foreign interventionists...

...and other criminal reactionary elements, have recently been active.

The Military Committee assures you...

...that the criminals have been completely routed in that area...

...by Red Guard units under the command of People's Commander Strelnikov.

There's a man.

Clap him.

The line is definitely clear.

Long live the Revolution!

Long live anarchy!

Lickspittle! Bureaucrat!

Is that necessary?

Six volunteers I've signed for, and six I'll deliver.

I'm a free man, lickspittle.

There's nothing you can do about it.

I'm the only free man on this train.

The rest of you are cattle.

Help me, brothers, for the love of God.

Come on!

Yuri, the child is dead.

It wasn't my child, dear...

...and his little soul's in Heaven now, that's certain.

Who did it, Comrade, the Whites?

The Whites?

No, Strelnikov.

Well, then, you must have done something.

It wasn't us, Comrade.

The commander said we'd sold horses to the Whites.

It wasn't us, it was those pigs in Kuniko.

We told him, but he didn't believe us.

I expect you were lying.

- As God's my witness. - But he isn't.

Commander Strelnikov is a great man.

A commander, Sasha, and he lives on bread and water.

Does he?

I don't know. They say so.

It's true.

No one knows where he comes from.

And they never know where he is.

- He's back up the line. - Yes?

Someone's for it.

Oh, really, not again!

What this time?

Never mind, Father. Get a good night's sleep.

I know what I'm going to do.

Look!

The Urals.

Look, Sasha, look. That's where we're going, darling.

Through the mountains and into the forest.

Then it'll be much warmer still.

Will there be wolves in the forest?

Strelnikov!

That's Strelnikov.

Daddy!

What's that noise?

It's only a waterfall.

No, the other noise.

Guns, Sasha.

Are they fighting?

They must be. It's a long way away.

Let's go to sleep.

Get him!

Look!

Is that all?

That's all.

Bring him.

Who sent you here, Zhivago?

No one sent me here, Commander.

I'm going to Yuriatin with my wife and child.

They're on the train from Moscow.

Yes, we've checked that.

Then?

You put your knife with a fork and a spoon and it looks quite innocuous.

Perhaps you travel with a wife and child for the same reason?

No.

Yuriatin is occupied by White Guards. Is that why you're going there?

No. We're going on to Varykino.

Not through Yuriatin. It's under shellfire.

Commander, I'm not a White agent.

No, I don't think you are.

All right, Kolya. Thank you, Comrades. Sit down, Doctor.

Take it.

It's not as silly as it seems. There have been one or two attempts.

Are you the poet?

Yes.

I used to admire your poetry.

Thank you.

I shouldn't admire it now.

I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree?

Feelings, insights, affections. It's suddenly trivial, now.

You don't agree. You're wrong.

The personal life is dead in Russia.

History has killed it.

I can see how you might hate me.

I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

You have a brother?

Yevgraf?.

Yevgraf. Yes. The policeman.

I didn't know that.

Perhaps not. A "secret" policeman. Did he send you here?

Yevgraf?.

No, Yevgraf's a Bolshevik.

I don't know anything about these things.

Oh, you know a great deal.

When you came in you recognized me.

How?

Has someone shown you photographs?

No.

I am certain that you recognized me.

I've seen you before, Commander.

When?

Six years ago.

Go on.

Christmas Eve. You--

You were there?

Or, has someone told you this?

I attended to the man who was injured by your wife.

Why do you call her my wife?

I met her again.

We served together on the Ukranian Front.

If she's with you, I'm sure she'd vouch for me.

I haven't seen her since the war.

She's in Yuriatin.

Yuriatin!

The private life is dead, for a man with any manhood.

We saw a sample of your manhood on the way, a place called Mink.

They were selling horses to the Whites.

No.

It seems you burned the wrong village.

They always say that. And what does it matter?

A village betrays us, a village is burnt. The point's made.

Your point, their village.

Kolya!

And what will you do with your wife and child in Varykino?

Just live.

Take him away. He's innocent.

You're lucky.

We've been diverted. Do you know where we're going?

Varykino Halt.

Hello?

Hello?

How lovely!

Oh, how lovely!

Hello?

Hello?

Alexander Maximiovich?

Yes.

It's me, Petya.

Your Honor!

Now, now, now, that's all done with, you know.

How do we get to the house, Petya?

As you always did, Your Honor.

Look, Sasha!

What is it, Petya? Forest fire?

Forest fire, Your Honor?

That's Yuriatin.

Poor souls. First the Reds, then the Whites.

Now, the Reds again.

That's Strelnikov. His heart must be dead.

We'll soon be there, now, Sasha.

Another five miles.

Is it that far? One forgets. How is the place?

Oh, well enough, Your Honor. It's all locked up, you know.

Varykino!

All locked up, you see.

A body, styling itself.

The Yuriatin Committee of Revolutionary Justice...

...has expropriated my house in the name of the people.

Very well.

I'm one of the people, too!

Don't, Your Honor! They'd call it counterrevolution.

- Get out of my way! - Father, don't!

Petya brought us here.

That makes him a counterrevolutionary, too.

They shoot counterrevolutionaries.

It's not the Reds in the town, it's the Reds in the forest.

- Partisans. - Here?

Who knows? They go where they want, and they do what they want.

All we need is a roof, Petya.

And a bit of garden. Is there nowhere?

They didn't lock the cottage.

Oh, yes, we can manage here.

Oh, the stove works.

I'll find you a few sticks of furniture.

And some seed potatoes?

I'm afraid the garden is dreadfully run back.

Yes. Thank you.

Well done, my boy.

I must say, scratch a Russian and you'll find a peasant.

I've always said so.

Well, you're wrong.

He works like a peasant, but he isn't a peasant.

I don't mind, Tonya. Really.

- It's a good life. - It certainly is.

I wouldn't be surprised if you two didn't look back on this time as one of your best.

Awfully glad about the expected new arrival, Yuri.

Anna was born here, you know.

Oh, no, I didn't know that.

Well, I'm terribly glad.

Here's winged Mercury.

Looks a bit down in the mouth.

Enter.

What news from Yuriatin?

There's no lard, no sugar. Oil, next week, perhaps.

There's flour, salt, coffee and nails.

Bad news?

Oh, Lord, not another purge!

No.

Strelnikov's gone.

That's not bad news.

No. He's in Manchuria, they say.

That's the news.

They've shot the tsar.

And all his family.

Oh, that's a savage deed.

What's it for?

It's to show there's no going back.

Yuri, why don't you go to Yuriatin?

Yes, why don't you, my boy? It'd do you good.

Why? What's in Yuriatin?

It isn't Petersburg.

A very decent little library...

...if it's still there.

I wish you would.

No, I don't think so.

Anyway, the roads are blocked.

Zhivago?

Yes.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

We're at Varykino.

Varykino?

Why Varykino?

Why not? We had to go somewhere.

But, here!

I came here to find my husband. The one who was reported killed.

Strelnikov. I met him.

Met him?

Yes.

How long have you been living here?

About a year.

Alone?

With Katya.

Where's Katya now?

At school.

Is Tonya with you?

All of us.

Sasha?

Of course.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

Yuri?

It's awfully early, isn't it?

Half past six.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Couldn't sleep.

Is anything the matter?

No.

Shall I get some tea?

Yes, do.

Hello. You are silly. We called and called.

- Did you? I didn't hear. - Well, we did.

- Hello, Lara. - Hello.

How's Olya Petrovna?

She gets worse and worse.

She gave us C.I. and arithmetic all morning.

C.I.?

Civic Instruction.

Look.

- That's very good, Katya. - Thank you.

It's the tsar.

The tsar was an enemy of the people.

Well, he didn't know he was an enemy of the people, you know.

Well, he should have known, shouldn't he?

Yes, he should.

Fancy not knowing C.I. Doesn't your little boy go to school?

Lunch.

Good.

Come on, you.

Smell.

This one's a prize-fighter.

Yuri!

Wait a minute.

There.

I'm going in to Yuriatin, darling--

What? Now?

Yes, I want to get some morphine, disinfectant...

I shan't need morphine.

You never know.

Well, I shan't need it today.

No. But, it's pretty close. I hadn't realized it.

- You'll be back before it's dark? - Long before.

Yes, yes, my darling. Do what's best.

I'm not coming back.

I understand.

But, never, Lara.

Do you understand?

Do you believe me?

Comrade Doctor, I need a medical officer.

Sorry. I have a wife and child in Varykino.

And a mistress in Yuriatin.

Comrade Medical Officer, we are Red Partisans...

...and we shoot deserters. Up!

Up!

- Where are you taking me? - To the Front.

- And where is the Front? - Good question.

The Front is wherever there are enemies of the Revolution.

Wherever there is one gang of White Guards...

...one battalion of foreign interventionists, that is the Front.

Wherever there is one resentful bourgeois, one unreliable schoolmaster...

...one dubious poet hugging his private life.

That, too, is the Front.

How long are you going to keep me?

For as long as we need you.

Now!

Charge!

Well, that was easy. Come on, Doctor, let's see what we've done.

"St. Michael's Military School."

You old bastard!

It doesn't matter.

Did you ever love a woman, Razin?

I once had a wife and four children.

He has been a good comrade.

He's been a good medical officer.

We took him from his wife, we took him from his child.

None of this matters.

What does matter, Comrade Commissar?

Tell me, I've forgotten.

This is contemptible. The doctor stays.

I command this unit!

We command jointly. The "Party Bulletin" expressly states--

I could have you taken out and shot.

And could you have the Party taken out and shot?

Try to understand.

As the military struggle nears its close, the political struggle intensifies.

In the hour of victory the military will have served its purpose.

All men will then be judged politically...

...regardless of their military record.

Meanwhile, there are still White units in this area.

The doctor stays.

That concludes the meeting.

Comrade, where are you going?

Are you running away, Comrade?

Soldiers.

Red soldiers or White soldiers?

Soldiers.

Tonya!

Tonya!

Sasha!

Tonya!

Tonya!

Tonya!

Tonya!

Tonya!

This is Yuriatin?

Yes. Yuriatin.

What's happened at Varykino?

The Moscow folks?

Yes.

They've gone away. Gone away. There's nobody at Varykino.

Lord what happiness! They say you are alive.

Someone saw you near the Town.

I take it you have gone to Varykino, so I'm going there myself with Katya.

But just in case, I've left a little food, boiled potatoes mostly.

Put the lid back on the pan or the rats will get it.

Oh, I'm mad with joy.

Tonya!

Tonya!

Yuri.

Tonya!

Yuri. Yuri, darling.

It's all right, Yuri. They're safe.

They're in Moscow.

- In Moscow? - Yes.

- Tonya? - All of them.

They're safe.

Safe.

Firing squad--

Better.

What?

I've got a letter for you.

I've had it three months.

And it was three months getting here.

It's from Moscow.

I think it's from Tonya.

It's addressed to you. Care of me.

She came into Yuriatin to find you when you vanished.

Someone sent her here.

You met?

She's very fine.

My dearest dear...

...I am sending this to Larissa Antipova...

...because if you are alive, which God grant...

...I think that is where you will go.

We have a little daughter, Yuri, did you know?

Her name is Anna.

Father sends greetings.

Sasha has grown quite a lot.

He is quite big now.

Whenever we speak of you he weeps and won't be comforted.

This is what I have to tell you.

We are being deported from Russia.

We can't make out if you would be allowed to join us.

An organization in Paris which I mustn't name...

...will know where we are...

...but nothing is certain and there is very little time.

I am writing this in haste.

They are coming for us now.

God bless you.

I must honestly admit that Antipova is a good person.

Yuri, when they got away to Moscow, she left something here.

Yuri!

May I come in?

Yuri Andreyevich, you've changed, I think.

Oh, yes, decidedly.

Larissa...

...remarkably the same.

I came from Moscow.

I'm on my way to Vladivostock.

I'm here to offer you my help.

We don't want it.

Speak for yourself.

We don't want it.

Yuri Andreyevich, you spent two years with the Partisans, Fifth Division.

You have no discharge so you are a deserter.

Your family in Paris is involved in a dangerous migr organization.

Now all these are technicalities.

But your style of life...

...everything you say and think...

...your published writings are all flagrantly subversive.

Your days are numbered.

Unless I help you.

Do you want my help?

No.

Wait, Yuri.

Larissa, three glasses.

No!

Yuri, you must see how serious this is.

Please don't underestimate me.

Practically, or morally, I am not the man you take me for.

How do you know all this about Yuri?

How can you help?

I do and I can. Isn't that sufficient?

No.

Sant, Larissa.

Our eastern seaboard is an undeveloped area.

The Commissariat of Foreign Affairs wants to establish an independent state there.

It affords us a temporary channel of communication with the outside world.

I've good contacts in the Far East.

I've been appointed the minister of justice.

The Bolsheviks trust you?

They trust no one. They've found me useful.

Here's how I can help you.

You...

You come with me as far as the Pacific Coast.

And from there you can go where you like.

To Paris.

Or not.

I think you'd better go.

Your rarified selfishness is intolerable.

Larissa's in danger, too.

By association with me?

No. Not by association with you. You're small fry.

By association with Strelnikov.

I've never met Strelnikov.

You're married to Strelnikov. They know that.

I was married to Pasha Antipov.

I understand, I understand. But they don't.

You're being watched.

Do you know why?

A husband is a sticky commodity, my dear.

Go away!

More of your high-minded lunacy.

You have a child to think of.

Look here.

Here.

That's sugar for the child.

I don't want it.

You'd refuse my sugar?

Who are you to refuse me anything?

Now you go!

- I came-- - Go!

Go!

I came to you in good faith.

You stay here then and get your desserts!

Your desserts, do you hear me?

You think you're immaculate.

You're not immaculate!

I know you!

Do you hear me?

We're all made of the same clay, you know.

Clay!

Clay!

Lara.

He's rubbish, Lara.

Yes, rubbish.

I wish he'd never happened.

Does it matter?

Doesn't it?

Not to me.

What shall we do? Can we get on a train?

No, they'd arrest us on the spot.

I don't want to stay here and wait.

No.

Listen.

- We could go to-- - Varykino.

They'd find out sooner or later.

Yes, but later.

And if our days are really numbered, Yuri--

Yes. We'd better live them.

Before we're parted.

Yes.

Anna taught me to write at this desk.

This isn't me, Yuri.

Yes, it is.

No.

It's you.

"Lara."

Yuri!

Yuri, there's a wolf howling!

Oh, yes.

I've seen them. They're frightened. They won't harm us.

Yes. I know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Lord, this is an awful time to be alive.

No.

It is. Oh, it is!

No. No.

Wouldn't it have been lovely if we'd met before?

Before we did?

Yes.

We'd have got married and had a house and children.

If we'd had children, Yuri, would you have liked a boy or a girl?

I think we may go mad, if we think about all that.

I shall always think about it.

- Will you write today? - No, not today.

Katya!

Come to me, darling.

Victor!

We thought it was--

Quiet.

I wonder if you'd mind, Comrades?

There's a train belonging to my government standing in Yuriatin.

It has a carriage for myself and my assistants.

You would travel in comfort and safety.

There's no question. I'm not going with you.

I'm not going without you. So, there's an end to it.

Well, then, I'll have to speak to Yuri Andreyevich in private.

Strelnikov is dead.

What?

Spare me your expressions of regret.

He was a murderous neurotic and no loss to anyone.

Do you see how this affects Larissa?

You don't.

You're a fool.

She's Strelnikov's wife.

Why do you think they haven't arrested her? Is this the usual practice?

Why do you think they had her watched in Yuriatin?

They were waiting for Strelnikov.

If they thought that he would come running to his wife...

...they didn't know him.

They knew him well enough.

He was only five miles from here when they caught him.

He was arrested on the open road. He didn't conceal his identity.

Throughout the entire interview, he insisted they call him Pavel Antipov...

...which is his right name, and refused to answer to the name of Strelnikov.

On his way to execution, he took a pistol from one of the guards...

...and blew his own brains out.

Oh, my God!

Don't tell Lara this.

I think I know Lara at least as well as you.

But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose.

These men that came with me today as an escort...

...will come for her and the child tomorrow, as a firing squad.

Now, I know exactly what you think of me.

And why.

But if you're not coming with me, she's not coming with me.

So, are you coming with me?

Do you accept the protection of this ignoble Caliban...

...on any terms that Caliban cares to make?

Or, is your delicacy so exorbitant that you would sacrifice a woman and a child to it?

There are some bags to carry, Comrades.

Get in!

Come.

- How many? - All of us.

Sorry, not enough room.

Comrade, there's got to be room.

It's all right, I have to bring our sledge.

Hurry. This train can't wait. There are important people on it.

You start, I'll catch you up.

Right, Comrades!

We'll see you.

Hurry!

I'm afraid that's it, my dear. Your young man's not coming.

You fool!

Did you really think he would come with you?

The man's an idiot.

From Mongolia he could have gone to China.

He'll never leave Russia.

Let him stay. You've come with me, haven't you?

Yes.

To be sure, it was your duty as a mother.

That's right, Victor.

I'm carrying Yuri's child.

I was born out there, in the Far East, somewhere.

I think it was Mongolia. I don't remember.

You were born in Mongolia. And you were born that very year.

So were a lot of other children.

Not many called Tonya, bearing the name Komarov, or Komarovsky.

Komarov's a common name. So is Tonya.

With fair hair and blue eyes, lost at the age of eight...

...when the civil war broke out in the Far East.

There's something you haven't told me.

How did you come to be lost?

I can't remember.

I don't believe that. You must remember something.

No!

Shall I tell you how I first met your mother?

If she was my mother, Comrade General.

You doubt it?

I picked my brother up, literally picked him up, on a Moscow street.

He had a fourth-class ration book and he was undernourished.

He didn't seem to mind that, or anything.

I thought he was a happier man than me.

He suffered me to buy him a new suit.

And to get him a job at his old hospital.

I saw him off for his first day's work.

This was eight years after he and Lara parted.

So, he never saw her again?

Thank you. You've been very kind to me.

He must have known how ill he was. The walls of his heart were like paper.

But, he kept it to himself. He kept a lot to himself.

Please!

I was astonished at the extent of his reputation.

His work was unobtainable at the time. It was disapproved ofby the Party.

But, ifpeople love poetry, they love poets.

And nobody loves poetry like a Russian.

Excuse me, Comrade.

Are you Yevgraf?.

My name's Lara.

I knew her name from the Lara poems...

...which I'd found among my brother's manuscripts.

I knew your brother.

I need your help.

She'd come to Moscow to look for her child.

I helped her as far as I could.

But, I knew it was hopeless.

I think I was a little in love with her.

One day she went away and didn't come back.

She died, or vanished, somewhere...

...in one of the labor camps...

...a nameless number on a list that was afterwards mislaid.

That was quite common in those days.

How did you come to be lost?

- We were running in the street. - We?

- My father. - Not your father, Komarovsky.

I don't know.

The street was under fire.

There were explosions and the houses were falling down...

...and he let go of my hand.

He let go of my hand.

And I was lost.

Would a father have done that?

Oh, yes, people will do anything.

It was Komarovsky.

This man was your father.

Why won't you believe it?

Don't you want to believe it?

Not if it isn't true.

That's inherited.

Comrade General, when I was a child, I wanted parents.

You can imagine how I wanted parents.

I wanted to die when I was a child, you know?

Now, I don't know.

I can't be of any use to them, now, can I?

I was hoping I might be of some use to you.

Will you think about it?

Yes.

It's all right, David.

Do you work here?

Yes, Comrade General. I'm an operator.

And what do you operate?

That!

You've promised to think about it.

Tonya!

Can you play the balalaika?

Can she play?

She's an artist!

An artist? Who taught you?

No one taught her.

Then, it's a gift.