Doctor Zhivago Page #2

Well, what else could I have told him?

You could have told him I was your fiance.

Pasha, don't be silly. I'm--

Monsieur Komarovsky has come to see

my mother on business.

People gossip around here.

It's the system, Lara.

People will be different

after the Revolution.

Will you come?

No, Pasha.

I've got exams to take, Pasha.

I've got to get my scholarship.

Hello, Auntie.

There's a letter for you.

From Paris.

Lovely writing.

She's coming home next month.

Tonya? Oh, that's good!

He does seem to be very well informed.

And such a handsome figure of--

Good evening, Mama. Madame.

Larissa.

You can work in there, dear.

Monsieur Komarovsky's here.

Good evening, Larissa.

Good evening, Monsieur.

He advises some very important people.

Yes, I know.

I believe he has government connections.

I don't know, I'm sure.

Isn't he very expensive?

Monsieur Komarovsky advises me

out of kindness, Baroness.

He was a friend of my late husband.

Oh, I see.

Allow me.

Tuesday, if I can, my dear. Goodbye.

Where did you get this?

A friend gave it to me,

Monsieur Komarovsky.

You're not to go

to this peaceful demonstration.

No, Monsieur.

It may not be as peaceful as they think.

That's all I have to say.

Tell your friend that she's a silly creature.

Yes, Monsieur.

How old are you now?

Seventeen, Monsieur.

A hundred and three.

Oh, dear.

And I was so looking forward to it.

Oh, never mind. I'll be all right here.

You will take Lara, won't you,

Victor Yppolitovich?

It is so stupid of me!

It's her first long gown.

I think you'd better call it right off.

Yes. I'll stay with you.

Nonsense! I'll be perfectly all right.

I've got a book.

It's so disappointing for her,

Victor Yppolitovich.

There's so little opportunity

to mix with good society.

Very well. Get your coat.

We're late, if we're going.

I want to avoid Kropotkin Street.

"Brotherhood and freedom."

Yuri, what splendid words.

"Justice, equality and bread."

Don't you think they're splendid?

Yes, I do.

"Brotherhood and freedom."

Brotherhood and fiddlesticks!

You're frozen through.

You've no right, Annushka. It isn't fair.

We'd given you up, Monsieur.

My niece. Coat, Lara.

Charmante.

Come, my dear.

How's the Foie de Veau, Gascoigne?

As always, Monsieur.

- All right. Not too much--

- Not too much mustard, Monsieur.

- Jambon Farcl en Crote.

- Oul, Mademolselle.

Wine, Monsieur?

A little light wine, yes.

Oul, Monsleur. Mademolselle.

This place must be dreadfully expensive,

Monsieur Komarovsky.

It is.

Why not "Victor Yppolitovich"?

I can't.

Mother made this dress.

Very nice.

She's clever, isn't she?

Your mother? Yes. Fine little woman.

No doubt they'll sing in tune

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