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ANNA KARENINA

BASED ON THE NOVEL

AND "IN THE JAPANESE WAR" BY VIKENTY VERESAEV

EPISODE 3

MANCHURIA, SEPTEMBER 1904

Stand aside!

They're finished...

Semyon, keep up!

We're not stopping!

Apparently we stepped the Japanese.

Seized 16 cannen, took a few hills,

and some prisoners...

So you don't believe in a swift victory?

I don�t.

Not swift. Not ever.

We can't possibly win

with all this chaos.

It's all going to...

hell.

Devil only knows how it'll end.

In that case...

why did you go to war?

Nobody forced you to.

The thing is, Karenin,

the story I've been telling you...

isn't over yet

Deal you a card?

What do you mean, you don't want to?

Do try not to look at the cards, you've already been caught today.

What the hell is this?

I'm 100 rubles short.

All right then...

I'll keep going...

SAINT PETERSBURG, 1873

So, what now, Alexei?

Why in heaven's name did you refuse that wonderful position

in Moscow?

Do you not see how important it is for your career?

Your foolishness...

has upset some high-ranking people.

Mother, I can't leave my regiment.

- My comrades. - Alexei, don't lie to me.

You've only stayed with the regiment

so you can go on seeing that woman.

- Mother! - And foivwhat?

What is going on?

If it were a brilliant society liaison, that would be one thing.

some sort of desperate passion.

Alexander, say something.

Have I upset you too?

I don't see what you're worried about.

I'm worried that you're...

never to be found anywhere.

You were seen with her again on Monday.

Some matters should only be discussed by those they concern.

And this is one of them.

- Then you should resign. - Don't interfere.

- Please. - Alexei!

Your manners.

I care not whether thiis love is passionate or not, right or wrong.

I'm no saint myself.

But I do know this:

it's upset a lot of people.

if were the usual vulgar society liaison,

a passing fancy, you would leave me alone.

But no, you can see that this...

is beyond your understanding.

Alexei, please, stop this madness.

This liaison could drag you into God only knows what troubles.

What's the matter?

Are you unwell?

- No, I'm fine. - No, you're unwell...

or upset.

What's on your mind?

Same as always.

Tell me about the races.

For us guards officers, it's a very important event.

Even the Tsar will be there.

And the whole court, of course.

The empire's finest are riding in our heats.

There will be 9 jumps. I can tell something's happened...

I'm pregnant

I see.

We have both taken this relationship seriously.

And now our fate is sealed.

We must put an end to the lie we're living.

An end...

How shall we put an end, Alexei?

- Leave him, and make our life one - It is one as it is.

Yes but completely!

- Completely! - How?

Tell me how, Alexei?

Is there a way out of this situation?

Am I not my husband's wife? There is always a way out.

Anna, we can't.

can't go on like this.

Especially now!

We must act decisively.

You must tell him everything, and leave.

Very well.

Suppose I do that.

What would happen next?

I can tell you now!

''You...

love another man, and are in an illicit relationship with him.

I warned you of the consequences. religious, civil, and domestic.

You did not listen to me.

I cannot allow you to disgrace my name."

- And so on, and so forth. - Don't.

Essentially, he'll say in his official manner,

clearly and precisely, that...

he cannot let me go,

he'll take all measures in his power to prevent a scandal.

And he will calmly and carefully do what he says.

That's wihat 'would happen.

He's not a man, he's a machine.

A spiteful machine when he's angry.

Nevertheless, we must tell him.

Then we shall be guided by what he does.

Run away?

Yes, run away.

I don't see how we can go on like this.

I see that you are suffering.

- Run away and become your mistress. - Anna!

Become your mistress...

and ruin everything.

Never!

I implore you...

I beg you don't ever speak of that!

I know what a horrible, degrading

position I am in.

But that.

It's not as easy to arrange as you think.

You've given it all up for me.

And I can't forgive myself for your unhappiness.

I, unhappy?

I am like a starving person who has been given food.

He may be cold, and dressed in rags, and ashamed,

but he is not unhappy.

Lieutenant Nazimov of the Ulan Regiment

on Arrow a 6-year-old horse from the Novoalexandrovskiy stables.

Baron Stempel of the Grenadier Regiment

on the stallion Lord.

Lieutenant Aidemtov of the Horse Guards Artillery

on Wizard, a 4-year-old horse from Prince-Obolensky's Stables.

Prince Kuzovlyov, of Her Majesty's Guard Regiment,

on Second, a 4-year-old horse from the State Streletsky Stables.

Baron von Stackelberg III, of the Grenadier Regiment,

on Sugar a 20-year-old Russian horse, stables unknown.

Count Vronsky, Captain in the Cavalry Regiment.

Count Orlov-Denisov, Colonel in His Majesty's Hussar Regiment.

Lieutenant Tupalov of the 5th Alexandria Hussar Regiment.

of the 12th Don Cossack Regiment.

Convey my gratitude to the officers in the race and wish them luck.

Shall we start the race, Your Imperial-Majesty?

Let the race begin.

My respects, General.

Good day Your Excellency. You are not racing?

My race is a harder one.

There are riders and there are spectators,

among whom a love for such spectacles confirms their low development.

- Good day, Alexei. - Good day.

So much splendor here!

My eyes are dazzled.

My respects, Princess

Thank you for bringing Anna.

We shall return home together.

Princess, a bet?

Who's your favorite?

Anna and I are for Kuzovlyov.

- I'm for Vronsky. A pair of gloves? - Done!

Yes, they're all ready.

Gentlemen! Line up please.

Ready?

Ready.

Get set...

Go!

Oh Lord!

What an unlucky race

Damn...

He's been crashed.

What?

I'll find out.

I must... I have to...

I have to go to him.

To find out...

Come along we should go.

Let's go home.

Stiva!

- Stiva! - Again I offer you my arm.

Leave me be I'm staying here.

Thank God, he's all right!

For the third time I offer you my arm.

Alexei please... I brought Anna, let me take her home.

Excuse me, Princess but Anna's clearly not feeling well,

I desire that she come home with me.

Alexei, are you all right?

What have I done?

What have I done?!

What an inclination we all have for these cruel spectacles.

- I notice... - What?

I don't understand.

I am obliged to tell you...

that your behavior was improper today.

In what way was my behavior improper?

What did you consider improper?

The despair you were unable to hide when one of the riders fell.

I already asked you not to give people anything to talk about

I was speaking then about our internal relations.

Now I speak of external relations.

Your conduct was improper,

and I do not wish it to occur again.

Possibly I was mistaken.

if so, I beg your pardon.

No, you were not mistaken.

You were not mistaken.

I was in despair and I couldn't help it.

I listen to you, but I think of him.

I am his mistress.

I can't bear you, I'm afraid of you, and I hate you.

Do what you like with me.

I insist that you conform outwardly to propriety,

until I take measures to secure my honor, and inform you.

No honor no heart, no religion.

A corrupted woman.

Alexei...

Only one thing should interest you now.

How to pull yourself out of the mud she has thrown you in with her fall.

And how to continue on your own way,

in your active, honest, and productive life.

You are right.

I cannot be unhappy just because a despicable woman has committed a crime.

But what am I to do?

My honor...

Daryalov fought a duel.

Indeed, society is so barbarous

that many would approve of a duel.

But what would be the result?

Suppose you challenge him to a duel.

You learn how to shoot,

you pull the trigger...

and you kill him.

What then?

Indeed.

What sense is there in killing a man... to define one's relations with a guilty wife?

But what is more likely

what would doubtless happen

is that you would be killed or wounded.

An innocent person,

a victim - killed or wounded.

It is even more senseless.

You are right.

A duel is unthinkable.

No one expects it of me.

What, then?

A divorce?

An attempt to divorce would only cause a scandal.

Which would be a godsend to your enemies.

For slander...

and attacks...

on your high position in society.

Well, what else is left?

What am I to do?

Alexei, your aim should be to safeguard your reputation...

so that you can continue your work.

And there is only one...

acceptable way out...

of the situation she has placed you in.

And what is that?

To keep her with you.

Conceal what has happened from society.

And do all you can to break up this affair.

But my attitude to her cannot be what it was.

Alexei.

Surely you don't want her...

to be with her lover?

For she would profit from her crime.

And you would be throwing her into Vronsky's arms.

Alexei.

Do as I tell you.

And then none will be able to say

that you have not acted according to the rules of religion,

whose banner you have always held aloft

despite the encompassing coolness and indifference.

Lydia, I am very, very grateful to you.

Both for your actions and your words.

I must think it all over, and then decide.

Well, that was a good night. We didn't sleep a wink.

Tell me what to drink my mouth tastes vile.

Vodka's the best thing.

Bring vodka and pickles!

Vodka you think?

Do you want some?

- Let's have a drink! - I won't.

At your bookkeeping again.

That always wears you out, and puts you in a foul temper.

We had a fine end to the evening!

Volkov climbed on the roof,

all sad, so I said: "Let's have music - a funeral march!"

And guess what?

He fell asleep to the funeral march,

up on the roof!

Have a drink, Alexei?

No, you drink up. Have a vodka,

then seltzer water, plenty of lemon.

Then a little champagne...

- just a small bottle. - There's an idea. A little champagne.

So - balanced the books?

I have.

And I've found that I owe over 17,000 rubles.

for a man with an income of 100,000, that shouldn't be a problem.

Very true, but...

I don't have that income.

Well, that's news. Where's it gone?

Can't have been at cards. You don't play.

Few people know this, but...

my brother was in debt when he married Varya.

And her father is a penniless Decembrist.

So I gave him all the income from Father's estate,

reserving only 25,000 for myself.

25,000 a year?

Forgive me, but you've always seemed to spend far more than that.

Mother used to give me 20,000 a year.

But now she's so angry about Anna,

she's stopped sending me money.

If I told her to leave her husband, she'd unite her life with mine.

But how can I take her away with no money?

Even supposing I could arrange it,

I can't go away as long as I serve.

If I told her that, I have to be prepared

to obtain money and resign from the army.

Alexei, I don't want to give you advice.

I have no right to.

But is it worth ruining your life for a woman?

To me, she deserves as much respect, if not more, than a lawful wife.

Cut off my hand, and I still wouldn't...

Fine. So what are you to do next?

The question is whether to resign or not.

You're ambitious, you could have a brilliant career.

You decide.

Can you give up everything for a feeling?

What's more, can she?

- What is it? - This came for you.

Lend me your carriage.

Mine isn't ready.

Just don't drive the horses too hard.

Fetch my coat.

Don't drive them too hard!

Alexei, I had to see you.

What's happened?

Yesterday...

coming home with my husband, I told him everything.

I told him I could not be his wife...

I told him everything.

It's better that way.

A thousand times better.

The one thin I longed for was to end this position.

Yes but why do you tell me that?

Do you think I doubted it? Anyway, that's not the point...

- Someone's coming, they might know us. - What? I don't care.

I was saying, that's not the point. You realize that now...

Forgive me, but I'm glad of it!

I hope now you will leave him?

I hope you will let me...

arrange and plan our life.

- Tomorrow... - But my son

My son.

Don't you see?

I'd have to leave him. I can't.

I don't want that.

But good Lord, which is better?

Leave your son, or stay in this degrading position?

Don't say that. Those words have no meaning for me.

Please understand, the day I fell in love with you, it all changed.

For me, your love is everything. And if I have that, I feel...

so strong, so elated that..

nothing can be degrading for me.

I...

I am proud of my position, because...

I'm proud...

Is a divorce really not possible?

Couldn't you just leave him, and take your son with you?

It all depends on him.

We'll see soon enough.

Let's...

Let's not talk about it.

I'm very glad you came.

How is Sergei?

I'm not lunching at home today

And now I have to go out.

Alexei.

I'm a guilty woman.

I'm a sinful woman. But I am the same as I was.

What I said hasn't changed.

And I have come to tell you...

that I can't change anything.

I did not ask you about that,

though I supposed as much.

But as I told you, and wrote to you...

I'll say it again...

I am not obliged to know about it.

I ignore it.

Not all wives are so kind:

quick to give such pleasant news to their husbands.

I shall ignore it so long as society knows not of it.

So long as my name is not disgraced.

So I simply warn you...

our relations must remain as they always have been.

But if you let yourself be compromised,

I shall be obliged to protect my honor.

But our relations cannot remain as they were.

I cannot be your wife while I...

I suppose these thoughts come from the life you have chosen.

Either way, it is contemptible.

But I cannot understand this:

how a woman who enjoys such freedom,

can announce her infidelity to her husband,

and apparently see nothing objectionable in that.

Yet, she thinks it objectionable to perform a wife's duties.

Alexei, what is it you want of me?

I do not want to see that man here.

I want neither society nor servants to be able to accuse you of anything.

I want you not to see him.

It is not much to ask.

The privileges of a faithful wife, without the duties of one.

That is all I have to say to you.

Now it is time for me to go.

I shall not be back for lunch.

Come here.

Come on now. Don't be afraid.

More wounded men!

Help us, will you.

Careful!

Hold his head. Hold it, I said!

What is your name?

What is your name?

And you?

You?

My name is Chunsheng.

Chunsheng.

A pretty name.

Something like "born in springtime".

Yes, very pretty.

One silver coin, Captain.

Here.

Thank you.