All language subtitles for Dr.Zhiva.S01E01

MOSFILM

CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP
presents

in association with the Russian
Federal Agency of Cinema

a Studio ''COURIER'' production

Oleg Menshikov

Chulpan Khamatova

Oleg Yankovsky

Vladimir Ilyin
Varvara Andreeva

Aleksei Petrenko
Andrei Panin

Sergei Gorobchenko
Inga Strelkova-Oboldina

Kirill Pirogov
Natalya Kolyakanova

Andrei Krasko

Irina Brazgovka
Sergei Migitsko

Anton Khabarov

Directed by
Alexandr Proshkin

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO

based on the novel by
Boris Pasternak

EPISODE 1

Script by
Yuri Arabov

Directors of Photography:
Gennady Karyuk, Alexandr Karyuk

Original Music by
Eduard Artemyev

Production Designer:
Viktor Yushin

Art Director:
Vladimir Ermakov

What are you doing?

You can't do that.
It's dangerous!

-I don't know you.
-I'm a court attorney. Mr. Gordon.

-Gordon who?
-I'm from Orenburg.

Let's go to my compartment.
We'll get to know each other better.

Let's go. Don't be shy.

-We'll talk about everything.
-Leave me alone.

This way.

Are you traveling here
for business or pleasure?

Excuse me.

It's a lousy town. Nasty.

However, all of Europe
is buying our wheat!

-Used to buy.
-After you.

This year the prices went up.

What's the point if they can get it
for half the price in Europe?

-There is no point.
-Yes, you're right.

You must understand what's
happening. You're a court attorney.

No, I don't understand.

Please, sit down.

If you don't understand ,
then no one will.

I'm asking you to sit down.
Just like that.

Whether there are crops or not,
the peasants remain poor.

Lev Nikolayevich said ,

''The peasant does not starve
from lack of bread

but from the lack of pig feed.''

Misha!

Who is Lev Nikolayevich?

Ah , yes.

What are you reading , young man?

Alexandr Blok.

Never heard of him.

Misha's into modern poetry.

He even writes poetry himself.

Papa!

Can I see it?

Is our nation all quiet?

No, the Emperor's been killed

Rumors of a new freedom
Are spreading in the street

Who can tame the people?

That dark, wicked and ferocious one

Whom a monk saw at the temple door
And turned blind on the spot

His iron shepherd's staff
Drives the people like sheep

Toward unknown abysses

God, let's run away from justice

Misha, that's decadent nonsense.

People used to write about Christ.
Now they write about the anti-Christ.

Christ never existed.

-Misha!
-Excuse me?

I mean , he did live.

But he was never resurrected.

Renan wrote so.

I thought you jumped off the train.

Viktor Ippolitovich,
have you heard the news

that Christ was never resurrected?

Do you still have doubts about it?

You know, young man ,
Apostle Paul says

our faith is worth nothing
if Jesus was not resurrected.

Exactly. It's not worth anything.
Let's go.

Do you know what my partner
offered to do the other day?

To trade in holy relics.

Ashes, bones?

Just like in Gogol's book.

Every kopeck invested earns a ruble.
One ruble!

At least in theory.

Pardon me.

At the disposal
of the Holy See in Rome

there are some 1 ,000 holy relics
of the so-called righteous men.

There are lots of them in Italy.
Let them share.

We can ask the Vatican to rent us
these relics temporarily.

This way, it won't be
a humanitarian endeavor only,

but also a commercial one.

I am telling you , our savage people
would come to see the relics.

Wouldn't you agree?

There's no such thing
as holy relics.

Only dust.
The result of decomposition.

Misha!
I forbid you to read this book!

May I read it?

You? Sure.

That dark, wicked and ferocious one

Let's go.

Keep writing , young man.

My son is your age.
I hear he writes too.

I haven't seen him for a long time,
since his mother's funeral.

Back then he was three,
no, four years old.

Let me give you something
as a souvenir.

-Give me back the medal.
-Have you lost your mind? I won't.

Give it back, I said.

You lost it at chess.

Give it back
or I will get it by force.

-Gentlemen , excuse us.
-You don't have to!

Such things aren't given as gifts.
It's a military decoration.

To remember me by.

You both are such wonderful people.

1 905

How old is Yuri now?

How should I know?

You know everything about me.

No, he's older.

I forgot everything.

Lay down!
You need to sleep!

You know very well
that I haven't slept for three months.

In that case, you need to eat.

Go ahead.

Come here!

What's wrong?

Got matches?

I bet the grapes
are squashed and tainted.

Dry and sweet.

-We've got champagne, chocolate.
-No way!

Champagne and chocolates
are eaten in brothels.

I'll have Beluga caviar,
a bottle of Smirnoff vodka,

grapes and a bottle of Abrau Durso.

The caviar's not so good.

Smelly?

Too salty.

Take the caviar and vodka to my
compartment, you know for whom.

-Right away.
-Yes, sir.

I'll tell you what.

You just said
something about chocolate,

then about champagne and brothels.

Were you hinting at something?

Hinting at what?

Exactly.

Explain yourself
or I'll challenge you--

Do you demand satisfaction?

What is your weapon of choice?

Pistols? Swords?
I'm at your service.

I forbid you.

Duels are insane.

Like anything else in this world.

Except for love.

Don't you think
you should apologize?

Have you just gotten married?

We're brother and sister.

It never occurred to me.

Put the grapes
on that table over there.

I'll apologize
if it will make you happy.

Where are you coming from?

From Yuriatin.

With Mama.

Have you ever been to Moscow?

Never.

Listen , what's that to you?

I just feel that, most probably,
you will get lost in Moscow.

Come here, darling!
Come here!

Oh , you , my sweetie!

Such a surprise!

Did you miss Papa?

We didn't dare hope
to see you so early

because of that stupid
railroad strike.

Here you go.

Well , well , well.

How was the trip?

Andrei Alexeevich is no longer alive.

That's too bad.

Cause of death?

Insanity as a result
of delirium tremens.

-Did he leave you anything?
-He didn't want to.

There is no will.

So his abandoned families
and mistresses

will be suing each other
for quite some time.

What about us?

We are left with a stack
of his promissory notes

that are as good as a will.

It makes sense.

Will you go out for dinner?

As usual.
But business first.

What's that smell?

I don't smell anything.

I thought I smelled something.
So, what have we here?

As for the pending cases,
we have one

concerning the inheritance of
the first-class merchant Semyonoff.

-It does smell!
-What are you talking about?

I'm not interested
in Semyonoff's case.

We won't get anything from it.
Next.

Illegal tree-cutting on the property
of princes Khovansky.

Well , I'm tired of slapping
the wrists of peasants.

No, thank you.

A girl battered by her stepmother.

Some scandal
which will end up as a banquet.

Boring!

So, what do you want,
strictly speaking?

Pure love.

I don't have it
at my disposal for you , sorry.

I remember the cases in the past.

The Zasulich case, for instance.

It was progressive, important!

You want to defend the interests
of the oppressed classes?

Why not?

-What's the point?
-Renown.

And favorable opportunities.

There's something in the air.

Come here, my dear.

Let's go, my sweetheart.

Oh , you , scum!

What? What's this?

-I overlooked it, my mistake.
-You scum , what's this?

I'll kill you!

Do you know how to kill a dog?

By putting powdered glass in its food.
Now?

Don't rush.

Find out where
Hotel Chernogoria is located.

Are you going there today?

No.

Let them agonize without me
for a bit.

Thank God , we made it!

The trains are stalled.
You can't board them.

We had to walk for two miles
with all our luggage.

What's going on , Sasha?
War? Epidemics? What is it?

One word: Moscow!

This is my daughter.

This is Grigory Osipovich.
And here is his son.

Young man!

-Meet my daughter.
-Antonina.

-Mikhail Grigorievich.
-Misha.

Tonya, show the young man
to his room.

Come with me, Mikhail Grigorievich.
Come on.

Your relatives?

Yes, my closest.

This one is Edgar Allan Poe.

He drank and died in the gutter.

And this one?

Arthur Rimbaud.

He died of a venereal disease.

And this one?

Hirsch. He threw himself
down the stairs.

Very interesting.

Really?

Wait. Isn't that. . .?

These are my nearest and dearest.

Alexandr Blok, his wife,
and his friend Andrei Bely.

Are you serious?

-I thought Blok was a monk.
-In a certain sense, he is a monk.

-Then why does he have a wife?
-She's not his wife at all!

Wait.
You just said she was his wife.

No, she is his Muse, understand?

She doesn't belong to this world.
Understand?

Of course, I understand.

No, you don't!
They have a spiritual marriage.

They don't touch each other

but have a fuller life
than Romeo and Juliet.

She's an angel.

And those are her knights:
Alexandr and Andrei.

Clearly.

Did you really understand?
Do you find it interesting?

Very.

Me too, I am never getting married.

And if I do, my husband
will be a spiritual person

with whom I will never have
a physical relationship.

Do you have such a person in mind?

-I have a brother.
-A brother?

Yes, well , he's not really my brother.

Yuri is not what you are thinking.

-I'm not thinking anything.
-That's good.

Read his poetry.

Only if you're interested , of course.

You know, I can't get
that mob gathering out of my head.

Such fervor!
Those people united by impulse!

Any crowd , Grigory,
is abode of mediocrity.

Whether you agree
with Kant or Marx.

Mavericks only seek the truth out.

-What's with the face?
-It's strong.

It's Shustovsky.
Excellent stuff.

One must have faith in Christ
and in one's own soul , and that's it.

My Misha is a Christian.
But I'm Jewish , you know.

You don't understand.

You can even be an atheist,

but you have to know that people
live in history, not in nature.

And our modern history
was established by Christ.

What is history?

Good question.

It's an age-old process
of solving the riddle of death

and finding the way to overcome it.

And here you can't ignore the Gospel

for it is a tool that will help
conquer death.

First of all ,
it's loving your neighbor,

the idea of a free individual ,
the idea of life as a sacrifice.

What about the ancients?

They had no history.

Sasha, then what was there?

A few Caligulas,
practicing debauchery.

Sasha, not for me.

Antonina!

Hang on tight, brother.

The show begins.
Act one. Caligula in a skirt.

-Feklischev got a lashing.
-Really? Is he alive?

-What could happen to him?
-Where did it happen?

At the police station.
Monsters!

Meet Valdemar.
He's a specialist in Sanskrit.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Antonina.

Awful!
Everything is horrible!

It's not about the beating.
It's about the humiliation.

-What did they get him for?
-For protesting.

He took his clothes off
in front of the workers.

-What do you mean?
-Completely naked.

Where did he find the workers?

Tonya, where would he
find the workers?

At the train station.

They were holding a strike there,

he stepped onto the podium and
took his clothes off without a word.

I consider it
an absolutely radical move!

What's this?
Who's this peacock?

Shura, meet Mikhail Gordon ,
our guest.

Shlezinger.
Liberal journalist.

Shlezinger?

It's the name
of one of her husbands.

She has had three or four.
I lost count.

Her maiden name is Ferdyschenko,
or something like that.

Maybe I can take the pillow from you?

He uses the pillow to carry
the translation of the Fifth Gospel.

Is there such a thing?

He says there is.
In the Himalayas.

Is the Fifth very different
from the Fourth?

How does he know
if he's never read the Fourth?

Is there Christ in it at least?

No!

This story with Feklischev
really hit me between the eyes!

-We have to act.
-How about an open letter of protest?

-They won't publish it, rascals!
-Then , a private letter.

You know what?
I just read Yuri's book.

-Is he home now? Call him.
-No, he'll be home late.

Because of the riots,
they mobilized all the doctors,

even medical students.

I understand that such things
should be said straight to the face.

-But I'm not happy about the book.
-You didn't like it?

No, I did not.

For a first book it is not that bad.

But what the hell does this mean:

''Like charred pears,
thousands of rooks in the trees,

they'll fall into the puddles

and will cast the dry melancholy
to the bottom of the eyes''?

What the hell is ''charred pears''?

Because rooks are black.

Don't you see?

-Watch out for the chandelier.
-I see it, all right.

How about ''dry melancholy''?

It's like in February,
when it's cold and dry.

-Really?
-Yes.

And what does it all have to do
with our generation?

Shura, are you out of your mind?

Darling , it's a protest
against corporal punishment. Get it?

Then why in my house
and not in a public square?

Because this is just a rehearsal.
Okay, give me the key.

You threw it away yourself.

Valdemar!

What's this guy's name?

Help! Find the key!

Idiots! I'm afraid of heights!

What does it look like?

A small one.

I'm going to croak! Find it!

Where did she throw it?

It's not here.

Oh , my God!

It's not here either.

She's such an idiot.

I'll die here now.

Set me free.

You look like a chained Prometheus!

-Papa, please help us.
-Set me free.

What's with the handcuffs?

What's the difference?

-Give me the key.
-We lost it!

We must immediately call
the fire department.

Markel!

What are we going to saw?

A young lady.

You , idiot! What are you doing?
The metal , not my neck!

I'm only getting ready.

We need to get out
of this house immediately.

I wanted to buy sugar
and something for tea.

Go home, young lady.

Has everyone here gone crazy?

Gentlemen , where can I buy
some sugar in this city?

Miss!

Better get out of here
before we get under your skirt!

DOWN WITH MONARCHY!

Miss, come with us! Let's go!

Tighten your saddle strap!

What are you standing here for?

Where are you going?

Go home!

Don't be afraid , brothers!

Let them be scared of us!
March on!

Where are you running?

No dogs allowed! Sorry.

Take this.
Everything is allowed.

Is this a hotel or a kennel?

Please, don't worry.
The dog is a visitor.

Oh , you , get out of here!

What did I tell you?

Despicable creature.

Would you like to smoke?

How do you know that I smoke?

I've been a lawyer for over 25 years
and have seen hundreds of faces.

I can distinguish a smoker
from a non-smoker.

Really?

I feel awkward because of my vice.

That's because in Yuriatin even
smoking women don't smoke.

Not in Moscow.

Cigar?

-I've never smoked a cigar.
-Try it.

Your husband would always be
unhappy to see you with a cigarette

and would always open the window.

So there were drafts.

But it was he
who would catch a cold , not you.

He would lay down
with a backache and stiff neck.

A steam bath
would be prepared for him ,

but the steam
would only make it worse.

So he died of pneumonia.

If you are so shrewd ,

then allow me
to speak frankly with you too.

You spoke to us on the train.

Apparently, you had
some long-term goals in mind.

But be aware.

I hate men , and I can't stand charity.

Me too.

We'll hit it off.

You are a woman
of sophisticated tastes.

Why do you think so?

Who else could smoke such junk?

This is not a real El Gal�n.
Just a bad counterfeit.

Get in here! To the left!
Quickly!

Miss, watch out!

How much money
are you willing to risk?

One third.

I recommend one half.

It'd be enough to rent a tailor's shop
and to hire the seamstresses.

You won't see any real income
any sooner than in a year.

As for rent of a shop,

I'll try to help you with that
in the next few days.

I have a building in mind.

How much do you charge
for your services?

25 percent of the profit
and the love of your family.

-The price is unreasonably high.
-I don't think so.

Yet, business negotiations are not
done in a hotel , but in a restaurant.

Oh , my, I 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 , my dear, believe
in the resurrection of the dead?

Not really.

My teacher would drink
1 00 grams of pure alcohol

before doing an autopsy.

Once he even burned his mucosa.

But I don't recommend you do that.

You are most welcome to it
after the autopsy.

If you don't believe in resurrection ,
then at least pray inside.

I personally pray to my angel.

Oh , Holy Angel ,

who watches over my wretched soul
and my passionate life:

do not abandon me, a sinner,
nor depart from me.

Leave no room for the evil demon

to gain control of me through
the violence of this mortal body.

Look at this beast!

And they say that cats
are afraid of the dead!

What's that you've got?

A talisman.

It was liver echinococcus!

Have you gone mad?

Sorry, sorry! But it was. . .

I was right!

It was my first diagnosis!

Right on target!

Listen , my mother
had a heart seizure today.

And you and your echinococcus!

What happened to her?

Weakness. Fast pulse.

My father was next to her
the entire day.

My God , you've been drinking.

It's a tradition.

To kill the smell.
Let's go.

Mama!

How do you feel , Anna Ivanovna?

I feel weak.

I'm very anxious, as well.

Don't worry.
Your pulse is normal.

What if it starts again?

Yuri.

Leave us alone, Tonya.

All right, Mother.

I need some advice.

I want to tell you. . .

Yuri , I'm scared.

I'll tell you a secret.

There is no death.

Are you a doctor or a poet?

What frightens us?

-What?
-The unknown. Yes!

We don't know
what will happen ''there.''

But let me assure you ,
that we know it all!

What do we know?

Yes, yes!
Every single one of us knows!

What do you mean?

We've already been dead ,
and then we got resurrected.

All of us!

We were dead before our birth

and got resurrected
at the time of our birth.

Nothing was painful or frightening
before our birth , was it?

-Right.
-Of course.

That means either there's no death
or it's not scary at all.

But the soul. . .

The soul is immortal.

Immortal!

I personally can't imagine
this global resurrection process,

thousands, millions of souls,
at the Last Judgment.

There won't be enough space
over there!

The point is that
we were resurrected

when we were born.

That's the thing!

We don't need The Second Coming
to understand that.

For some reason , I truly believe you.

I'm very glad.

Good night.

I'm becoming adept
at sophistry and swindling.

I heal by touch.

How is she?

Everything's fine.

I know why you chose Medicine.

Because it's very profitable.

Good money, honorable retirement.

How did you guess?

-So I'm right?
-Yep.

Just bear in mind ,
this is not my milieu.

Right, being a successful physician

isn't so compatible
with a spiritual marriage.

No.

You know, that kind of marriage
isn't good for a doctor either.

-Agreed!
-Completely!

-Good night.
-Sleep well.

I was joking.

I wasn't.