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MOSFILM

ROSSIYA 1

KURIER Film Studios

ANNA KARENINA. VRONSKY'S STORY

Based on the novel "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy

And "In the Japanese War" by Vikenty Veresaev

Manchuria, September 1904

In the late 19th century,

the Russian Empire and a rising Japan

began to fight for influence in the Asia-Pacific region.

Following Russia's swift advance

towards the Pacific coast and Korea,

war broke out between the two powers in 1904.

The land campaign was fought in Manchuria,

an ancient region of northeast China.

[Song of the Ural Cossacks]

Anna Karenina - ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA

Vronsky - MAKSIM MATVEYEV

Karenin - VITALY KISHCHENKO

Sergei Karenin - KIRILL GREBENSHCHIKOV

and MAKAR MIKHALKIN

Featuring: ALBINA SHAGIMURATOVA

Screenplay: ALEXEI BUZIN

and KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

Director - KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

Music - YURIY POTEENKO

Director of Photography ALEKSANDR KUZNETSOV

Production Design: SERGEY FEVRALEV

and YULIA MAKUSHINA

Karenin, sir, the head doctor and supervisor

have disappeared. What should we do?

Karenin, sir, you're the senior doctor now...

You must...

Yes. Given the situation, I will take command of the hospital.

Make-up - LYUDMILA RAUZHINA

Costume Design: DMITRIY ANDREEV

and VLADIMIR NIKIFOROV

Sound - GULSARA MUKATAEVA

Film Editing - IRINA KOZHEMYAKINA

Camera ALIK TAGIROV

Production Manager RAIB ABDULLAYEV

Executive Producer - GALINA SHADUR

Producers: ANTON ZLATOPOLSKIY

and KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

- What are those? - Chinese heads.

The Japanese did that to them.

- Give them a decent burial. - Yes sir.

And raise the flags.

The Russian flag and the Red Cross.

Sir, we...

lost the Red Cross flag.

- What? When? - Day before yesterday.

- During the bombardment. - Find it.

Without it, the Japanese will destroy us.

Yes sir!

Go on, get on with it!

And put a guard on the Chinese temple.

Have mercy, sir...

Give him an injection!

We've suffered losses.

The Kulikovo regiment lost 1,500 men...

- How's the lieutenant? - He's dead.

- Damn it! - Take him away!

I told you he's dead,

yet you bring him here!

Where are you taking the stretchers?

Bring them here!

Come on lads, give us a hand!

- What have you got there? - Part of the hip blown off.

Lost a lot of blood. He might not survive.

Stitch him up, bandage him, and use saline.

Water!

- Many seriously wounded? - 27 already.

Half of them definitely won't live.

We can't clean the wounds. Not enough boiled water.

- Use alcohol. - Yes, sir.

His eardrum's probably burst...

What are you doing?

We were ordered to bury the dead.

What, here? Are you out of your mind?

Outside the village!

Yes sir.

Stretchers! Quickly, officers!

My Lord, so many wounded.

Good day.

Staff Officers. Both seriously wounded.

A ridiculous story...

They were in their tent, a mile away.

Having a game of cards!

Suddenly, a shell landed nearby.

Killed one, and wounded these two. The fourth was unharmed.

All right, I understand.

Take a look at the Colonel first. He's an important one.

Stretcher bearers, take him away.

Stitch him up.

The bone's not damaged.

Want this as a souvenir?

No need, doctor. I'm not a sentimental man.

As you wish.

- Where's Karenin? - I'm here.

Karenin, sir, you're a marvel.

You took command and saved the hospital.

I'll be recommending you for a medal.

Let's not discuss this here, sir. Let's go.

- Count, is it you? - Ah, Ivan...

You're here too. I didn't know.

I thought you lived abroad.

I did. But I'm here now.

And you're here too.

- It was so stupid. Did you hear? - No.

I made it through the Balkan war, fought 3 battles here, and now...

Got caught playing cards.

Quite the turn of events.

Stay strong.

Thank you, old chap!

Take good care of the Count.

He should have his own room. Count Vronsky is a very important man.

- What did you say? - Count Alexei Vronsky.

I have to go.

Your supervisor's dead, so you're in charge now.

All right.

How's your leg?

Not too painful?

It's bearable.

The wound's not serious.

If there are no complications, you should recover quickly.

I thought you'd come...

You're Anna's son, aren't you?

Yes, I'm her son.

My name is Sergei Karenin.

I suppose you don't like me much.

To be honest, I don't like you at all.

I wanted to shoot you, once.

I even bought a revolver.

What do you want from me?

I want to know about my mother.

Why did she do it?

Why do you need to know?

I used to hate her.

I even despised her.

All my life, all I knew about her was what I heard from people who...

basically hated her.

I often think of her...

I just can't understand why she did it.

Such a horrific death.

I can't understand.

How do you know that I'll tell you the truth?

People remember what suits them.

And in love there is no one truth.

All right.

Tell me your truth.

It's been thirty years.

I remember that day.

I remember the building I went into at the station.

Sacks and boxes and junk lying around.

And she was there, on the table...

covered in old rags.

The coachman told me.

I'd sent him to the station with a note for her.

He came back looking like a ghost.

I suppose I asked him:

"Did you see her? Did you give her the note?"

He didn't reply. Didn't say a word.

I asked him again:

"What's the matter? Answer me!"

Then he said:

"A woman threw herself under a train."

He didn't say it was her.

He just said "a woman".

But somehow I knew it was her.

She...

Her body was mutilated.

But her head and her face weren't injured.

The look in her eyes was chilling.

Chilling?

It wasn't pain, or suffering, no.

It was more like...

triumphant.

And I thought back to the first time we met.

At another railway station.

She was mysterious,

charming...

loving...

searching for happiness and making others happy.

It was the winter of 1872.

Alexei! Are you well?

- Good journey? - Have you met?

This is Anna Karenina.

Forgive me, I did not recognize you.

We met so briefly that I'm sure you don't remember me.

I would have recognized you.

Your mother and I have been talking about you all the way.

Anna has a son. Eight years old, I believe.

They've not been apart before, and she keeps worrying.

Yes, we haven't stopped talking: I of my son, and she of hers.

Thank you so much. The time passed so quickly.

Well, Countess, you have met your son.

And my gossip has run out! I'd have nothing more to tell you.

Oh no, I could travel the world with you and not get bored!

You are one of those rare, sweet women

with whom one can happily talk, or be silent.

Now please don't worry about your son.

You can't always be together.

Goodbye, my dear. Let me kiss your pretty face.

I must admit, I've lost my heart to you.

I can't see my brother.

Imagine: her brother was supposed to meet her, and...

Your brother is here.

Well, find him then, Alexei.

Oblonsky!

Over here!

- Anna! - Stiva!

My angel!

I'm so glad to see you!

- How was your journey? - It was wonderful.

I talked to Countess Vronskaya all the way, she's lovely.

I'm so happy!

Then I went to the Oblonsky household.

It was evening.

Why did you go there?

You know... I don't remember exactly.

I suppose I wanted to see her.

And strangely enough...

I did see her.

Please announce Count Vronsky.

Alexei?

Vronsky!

Come in! We're always glad to see you.

Thank you. I won't be long, in fact I...

Well don't make me feel awkward, standing here by the door!

Sorry, I must go.

Let's go.

Princess...

I'm sorry not to have seen you for so long.

I arrived late, Princess.

You promised to dance the quadrille with me.

This is the mazurka.

Yes, of course. Forgive me.

Mrs. Karenina, a dance, if I may.

Aren't you dancing with Princess Shcherbatskaya?

No.

Well, if you insist, let's dance.

Good day, Colonel.

How are you feeling?

Not too bad.

What have you been doing today?

They keep bringing wounded men in.

We change their dressings,

feed them...

and send them to the hospital.

I've long wanted to ask...

How did things turn out for you?

My father died...

not long after my mother's death.

Then my sister Anya died...

Your daughter.

She was so little, only five. Do you remember her?

Yes, I know about that.

I was brought up by my godmother:

Lydia Ivanovna.

I went to university, graduated...

worked in a hospital, then privately...

I got married. Though I'm single now.

Then the war started. I went to the front.

Now, as you can see,

I'm a military doctor...

Who's that Chinese girl outside? Where did she come from?

I don't know.

She ended up here somehow.

Or she was abandoned.

That's how war is.

So she's here for now.

Why didn't you go to your daughter's funeral?

I wanted to go.

I wrote and asked.

They refused.

If you had come, nobody would have sent you away.

Would they?

Anyway...

I have an hour.

Maybe an hour and a half.

After that ball I went to St. Petersburg.

ST. PETERSBURG

Is there anything you need?

Can I be of any service to you?

I didn't know you were traveling.

Why are you here?

Why am I here?

I came here to be...

I came to be near you.

I can't help it.

Forgive me if what I said offends you.

You shouldn't say such things.

And I beg you, if you're a good man,

forget what you said, just as I will.

Not one word or gesture of yours will I ever forget.

- I cannot forget. - Enough.

That's enough!

Alexei, I'm here.

Yes, and here is your devoted husband...

Hello.

As devoted as I always have been.

I've been burning with the desire to see you.

Is Sergei all right?

That's all I get for my impassioned words?

He's all right, quite all right...

Count Vronsky.

I think we've met.

So you left with the mother and returned with the son.

Are you back from leave?

I hope to have the honor of visiting you.

I'd be delighted. We receive visitors on Mondays.

What a good thing that I had half an hour spare to meet you,

so that I could prove my devotion.

It was not even love...

some kind of force possessed me.

The strange thing is that I have no memory of pursuing her.

I mean, I remember on the whole...

in a general way.

But the details? I don't remember.

I remember the pain I felt when I hadn't seen her in a long time.

Here, in the chest.

You know, like a smoker who has no tobacco...

I followed her everywhere.

Wherever she went, I went too.

But she rejected me.

There was no hope.

And yet I persisted.

I wanted with all my heart to see her...

to see her eyes, her smile...

the way she frowned.

Madness...

When my mother heard, she thought it was...

a vulgar infatuation.

I still don't know exactly when she decided.

But it was her who decided everything.

Then Anna told me about a conversation

she had with your father.

I believe that conversation decided everything.

You think Anna ran off to Vronsky?

No. Anna ran from Karenin.

Anna, I need to talk to you.

Why? What about?

Well, let's talk then, if we must.

- But I'd prefer to sleep. - Anna, I must warn you.

Warn me? What about?

Your thoughtless actions may

give society reason to talk about you.

People noticed your lively

conversation with Count Vronsky.

As you know, I see jealousy as a humiliating and degrading feeling.

I shall never allow myself to be influenced by it,

but there are certain rules...

which cannot be broken.

I really don't understand at all.

You're not well, Alexei.

Well, I'm listening.

And I listen with interest, for I wish to understand.

I have no right to go into all your feelings,

and besides, I regard that as useless and even harmful.

Your feelings are a matter for your own conscience,

but my duty to you...

to myself...

and to God,

is to remind you of your duties.

Our lives were joined together, not by man, but by God.

Only a crime can break that union:

a crime which brings its own punishment.

I don't understand a word.

Oh what a shame, I'm so sleepy!

Anna, for heaven's sake, don't speak like that.

Perhaps I am mistaken, but believe me...

I'm saying this as much for my own sake as for yours.

I am your husband, and I love you.

Alexei...

Really I don't understand. Explain what you find...

Please let me finish.

I love you.

But I am not speaking of myself.

The most important people are you and our son.

But if you feel that my concern has even the smallest justification,

then please think a little

and if your heart prompts you, tell me...

I have nothing to say.

And it really is time for bed.

It's late.

I have to go.

When will we meet again?

Wednesday, one o'clock.

And now, many years on, I remember all of our meetings.

As if it was yesterday.

I remember the sparkle in her eyes,

the scent of her hair, how she said:

"I have nothing but you. Remember that."

That's what she said.

Lieutenant Aidemirov 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 Streltsy Stables.

Baron Von Stackelberg, 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.

Captain Filin 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're not racing?

I prefer a more challenging role.

I wish neither to watch, nor race.

Love for such spectacles

is uncivilized.

- 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, will you bet?

Who's your favorite?

Anna and I are for Kuzovlyov.

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

I think they're starting.

Yes, everything's ready.

Gentlemen! Line up please.

- Ready? - Ready.

Get set...

Go!

Oh Lord!

What an unlucky race.

Damn...

He's in a bad way.

What?

I must... I have to...

I have to go to him... To find out...

To find out...

Come along, we should go.

Let's go home.

Stiva!

- Stiva! - Again I ask you to come.

Leave me be, I'm staying here.

Thank God, he's all right!

For the third time I ask you to come.

Alexei, please...

Let me take Anna home.

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

and it's my wish that she comes home with me.

Alexei, are you all right?

What have I done?

What have I done?

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 emotions 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

private relations.

Now I speak of your public behavior.

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 love him.

I am his mistress.

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

You can do what you like with me.

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...

and told him everything.

It's better that way.

A thousand times better.

The one thing I wanted was to end this situation.

Yes, but why do you say 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 that now you will leave him?

I hope that you will let us...

arrange and plan our life!

- Tomorrow morning... - And my son?

My son.

Don't you see?

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

I don't want that.

But good Lord, which is better?

Leave your son, or stay in this degrading situation?

You say "degrading"?

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

Please understand that the day I fell for you, everything 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 situation, because...

I'm proud...

Is a divorce really not possible?

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

Yes, but...

it all depends on him.

We'll see soon enough.

Soon...

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 that of you.

I supposed as much.

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

I'll say it again...

I am not obliged to know.

I ignore it.

Not all wives are so kind as you:

quick to give such pleasant news to their husbands.

I shall ignore it so long as the world knows nothing of it.

So long as my name is not disgraced.

So I simply warn you...

our relations must be as they always have been.

But if you let yourself be compromised,

I shall be obliged to protect my honor.

But our relations cannot be the same as they were.

I cannot be your wife while I...

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

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.

I don't think that's much to ask.

In return, you'll enjoy the privileges of a faithful wife,

without fulfilling 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.

What is your name?

I'm Alexei. And you?

Chunsheng...

That's a pretty name.

Something like "born in springtime".

Yes, very pretty.

All right. One second...

Here.

Did you see my husband? That's punishment for being late.

Perhaps, but...

- You wrote he'd be at the council. - He was. But he came back.

And now he's gone somewhere else.

But it doesn't matter. Don't talk about it.

Where have you been?

I only just received your letter.

I had to report on the prince.

I was stuck with him all week.

But it's over now? He's gone?

Yes, thank goodness.

- It's been impossible for me. - Why so?

Isn't that the kind of life all you young men lead?

I gave that life up long ago.

And seeing that kind of life now, I don't like it.

This morning Liza came to see me.

They're still brave enough to visit me.

She told me about your Athenian evening last night.

How disgusting!

I was just about to say...

It was arranged especially for our guest...

that masquerade.

He wanted to see French actresses there.

Was it that Therese?

The one that you... used to know?

- I wanted to tell you... - You men are disgusting!

Don't you know that a woman can't forget such things?

Especially if she doesn't know the details of your life!

Anna, stop.

What have I ever known? Only what you tell me.

How do I know if it's the truth?

Anna, you offend me.

Don't you trust me?

Didn't I say that I'd share my every thought?

But if only you knew how hard it is for me!

It was awful waiting for you.

I'm not jealous.

I believe you when you're here with me.

But when you're off leading your other life...

What am I saying?

How did you...?

Where did you see him?

It was at the doorway.

And did he...

bow to you?

He's not a man, not a human...

He's a puppet!

In his place,

I'd have killed such a wife, torn her to pieces!

I wouldn't be saying, "Anna, ma chere".

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

He doesn't understand that... I am your wife.

And that he's an outsider, he's unwanted.

No, let's not. Let's not talk about that.

Tell me instead what you've been doing.

Tell me how you are. I understand that it's the pregnancy.

When will it be?

Soon.

Soon it will all be over and we shall all be at peace,

and suffer no more.

I don't understand.

I know it. I know it for certain.

I shall die.

And I'm very glad I shall die, and set both of us free.

Why are you talking such meaningless nonsense?

- No, it's the truth. - What is the truth?

That I shall die.

I had a dream.

- A dream? - Yes, a dream.

I had this dream long ago.

I ran into my bedroom

to fetch or find out something.

You know how it is in dreams.

I saw something standing in the corner.

Don't believe this nonsense.

It turned around, and I see it's a peasant.

He has a scruffy beard. He's small, and looks awful.

I was so frightened I tried to wake up.

And I did wake up, but only in the dream.

So I asked myself what it meant.

And Kornei, our servant, said to me:

"In childbirth.

You'll die in childbirth, ma'am."

And I woke up...

What do you want?

Your lover's letters.

They're not here.

Sit down!

I have to speak to you.

I said that I would not allow your lover to come to this house.

I had to see him to...

I will not go into the details of why a woman must see her lover.

I meant...

I only...

Don't you see how easy it is for you to insult me?

An honest man or woman may be insulted,

but to call a thief a thief is simply stating a fact.

I never before saw such cruelty from you.

Do you call it cruel...

when a husband gives his wife freedom...

the protection of his name,

asking only that she maintains respectability? Is that cruelty?

It's worse than cruelty.

It's depraved, if you want to know!

No.

Depraved? You want to use that word

after abandoning your husband and son for a lover

while you still eat at your husband's table!

You...

I know how bad my situation is without you telling me.

All you want is to satisfy your animal passion.

Alexei...

Must you really kick someone when they're down?

I came to tell you...

I cannot change anything.

I came to tell you that I'm going to Moscow tomorrow

and shall not return to this house again.

You will hear what I decide through the lawyer

who is handling the divorce.

My son is going to my sister's.

You need Sergei in order to hurt me.

You don't love him. Let him stay with me.

I no longer love my son,

because he reminds me of the disgust I feel for you.

But I shall take him with me all the same.

Goodbye.

Alexei...

Let Sergei stay with me.

I have nothing else to say to you.

Let Sergei stay until I...

I'll soon give birth.

Let him stay.

I have done everything for you.

And you have trampled it all in the dirt.

Dirt which forms an intrinsic part of you.

I am not a spiteful man, I have never hated anyone.

But I hate you with all my soul

for the evil you've done to me!

Love those who hate you.

Love those who hate you, yes.

But loving those you hate is impossible!

Very well...

Give her to the wet-nurse, I agree.

It's better that way.

He will come,

and it will hurt him to see her.

Give her to me.

Give her to me.

Such nonsense!

Yes, give her to me, give me my little girl!

I'm dying now, I know I shall die.

Ask him...

Doctor, what's the matter with her?

A serious fever, brought on by the birth.

Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, it ends in...

My fingers...

My fingers are so heavy, so huge...

The doctor said there's no hope.

I am entirely in your hands, but please let me stay.

I am afraid of death.

I'm in such a hurry, I have so little time,

I don't have much longer to live.

I won't understand anything when the fever begins.

Now I understand.

There's one thing I need.

Forgive me.

Forgive everything.

No, you can't forgive.

I know, it can't be forgiven.

Leave. You are too good.

Remember that all I wanted was forgiveness.

I want nothing more.

Alexei, sir...

Please let me speak to you. It's essential.

I must explain my feelings.

These feelings have guided me, and will continue to do so.

That way, you won't be mistaken about me.

You know I had decided on a divorce.

I had even started the process.

I won't hide the truth. I admit...

I wanted to take revenge on you both.

I will say more.

I wished for her death!

Alexei, sir... Please don't...

But I saw her and forgave her.

I have forgiven her completely.

I want to turn the other cheek.

I want to give my shirt away when my coat is taken.

And I pray to God not to take from me the joy of forgiving!

That is my position.

You can trample me in the dirt,

or make me a laughing-stock, but I will not abandon her.

And I won't say one word of reproach to you.

My duty is clearly marked out for me.

I have to stay with her.

And I will.

Shooting yourself and missing...

What could be stupider than that?

The bullet missed my heart, but I was unconscious for three days.

When I woke up, I learned that Anna and the baby were well.

And I realized that I'd lost her.

Forever.

A friend offered me a post

in Central Asia. There was a war on.

I accepted and should have been on my way to Tashkent.

The only thing I wanted was to see her just once more.

She's very restless.

Perhaps the wet-nurse doesn't have enough milk?

Then why didn't you say so?

Whom should I have told? Mrs. Karenina is still not well.

We must send for the doctor.

Who's visiting?

Princess Yelizaveta Tverskaya.

- Your husband would allow it. - But I don't want to.

Don't say that!

He shot himself because of you.

That's exactly why I don't want to.

I'm glad you're at home.

We never see you around.

And I haven't seen you since Anna's illness.

I've heard about how caring you've been.

You're a wonderful husband!

How are you feeling?

Better, I think.

I think we've been talking too much.

It's probably my fault. I'll go.

Wait a minute, please. I have something to tell you.

Actually, you.

I don't want to, and cannot...

hide anything from you.

Dear Yelizaveta told me

that Count Vronsky wishes to visit to say goodbye before leaving for Tashkent.

I said that I couldn't receive him.

My dear, you said that it depended on your husband.

No, I can't receive him here, besides...

In short...

I don't want to.

I am very grateful to you for your openness.

Goodbye, my dear.

Mr. Karenin...

I know you are a truly forgiving man.

I am only an outsider,

but I love her and respect you so much that I venture to offer my advice.

Let him visit.

Alexei is an honorable man, and he is going to Tashkent.

Thank you for your friendship and advice, Princess.

But my wife must decide for herself whether

she can receive someone.

I am very grateful for your decision.

I agree that since he is going away...

there is no need for Count Vronsky to come here.

Why do you repeat what I have already said?

Let's not talk about it ever again.

I left this question for you to decide.

- And I am very glad that... - That my wish coincides with yours?

Yes.

- I have sent for the doctor. - But I am well.

Why do I need the doctor?

No...

The baby's crying again.

The wet-nurse doesn't have enough milk.

Why didn't you let me feed her when I begged to?

She's just a baby, and they're killing her!

I wasn't allowed to feed her, and now I'm being blamed.

- I'm not blaming you. - Yes you are!

Oh God.

Why didn't I die?

Forgive me.

I'm upset, I'm being unfair.

But leave.

No, it can't go on like this.

Good day, Alexei. How are things?

Why does everyone look at me expectantly?

What?

It's quite clear to me...

that both society and my wife want something of me.

But I can't understand exactly what.

I don't think...

that I can bear much more of this...

flood of contempt...

which seems to be written on the faces...

of everyone I meet.

What's all this? I don't understand.

Forgive me.

I haven't...

felt like myself in some time.

I've heard of women loving men for their faults,

but I hate him for his virtues.

The sight of him...

has a physical effect on me, it enrages me.

I can't...

I can't live with him.

What can I do?

You see, I know he's a kind, wonderful man.

I'm worthless in comparison. And yet, I still hate him.

I hate him for his forgiveness.

The only thing left for me is...

Divorce.

Yes, divorce.

But what will become of my son if we divorce?

Leave him with his mother? That's out of the question.

She will have her own family.

His status as a stepson,

and his upbringing, would be awful.

Keep him then.

Keep him with me?

But that would be an act of revenge, and I don't want that.

But everything can be resolved, agreed on...

Yes, but by agreeing to a divorce,

I would be ruining Anna.

And I would ruin her forever.

Vronsky! Vronsky!

What makes me different to the Tsar?

Tell me.

The Tsar annuls something and nobody benefits.

But when I do, three people benefit.

- What are you talking about? - I'm so happy I did this.

And I'm sure Karenin won't go back on his word.

What do you mean?

Karenin's agreed to a divorce. Now you can see her.

How I longed to see you!

How I longed to see you!

I don't know what he has decided about Sergei.

Don't talk about that. Don't think.

Karenin did not let Anna take her son.

We took our daughter, and traveled around Europe.

We delighted in the kind of freedom we had never known before.

Especially the freedom to love.

A year later we returned to Russia.

We stayed at my house in St. Petersburg.

Sergei!

Mama!

- My darling boy! - Mama...

I knew.

Today's my birthday.

I knew you'd come.

Why are you crying, Mama?

I'm crying for joy.

It's been so long since I saw you.

I won't cry.

So...

It's time for you to get dressed.

How do you dress without me?

I don't wash in cold water any more. Papa forbids it.

What did you think happened to me?

- You didn't think I was dead? - I never believed it.

- Didn't you, my dear? - I knew.

Mama, guess how Nadya and I fell over today.

- How? - Such a fall it was!

We fell downhill.

Oh, darling...

Imagine, we rolled over three times!

Three times we turned over.

Anna! He's coming.

My darling...

My darling boy...

You won't forget me, will you?

Papa won't come just yet.

Don't go.

Sergei, dearest...

You must love him.

He's better and kinder than I am, and

I have done him wrong.

When you grow up, you can judge for yourself.

There's no one better than you.

Sergei, darling...

What did the doctor say?

She's doing excellently!

He recommended baths.

We're about to give her a bath now, in fact.

She looks just like you, madam!

No...

She's not at all like me.

She looks like her father.

At last!

I am so glad to see you.

I imagine St. Petersburg seems horrid

after such wonderful travels.

I can even imagine your honeymoon in Rome!

What of the divorce?

Is it all settled?

No.

There's not yet been a divorce.

Where are you staying?

At my house.

I know stones will be thrown at me, but I'll still visit.

Yes, tell Anna I shall certainly come.

You won't be here long, I suppose?

I hope not. We intend to go to my estate.

Your estate.

Yes. I just have to divide the property with my brother, and we'll leave.

To the country, you mean?

Yes.

We've decided that life has to change.

Please, sit.

And when will the divorce be? After all, it's so simple nowadays.

What's stopping you?

It's not Anna's wish.

How can she not want it?

Doesn't she see that it's in her interest?

Don't you see that?

Can't you make her see what sort of situation you are in?

And what exactly am I supposed to make her see?

- Society will not accept you. - Of course.

I have no illusions.

Of course Anna won't be accepted, but...

our close friends can...

...and must understand us.

Oh Lord.

Even if I ignore the rules of society,

other, more pompous people will turn their backs on you.

Until you're married!

Alexei, surely you understand, society will always be open for you.

But for Anna...

it will be closed forever.

And the doors opened for you will immediately close to her.

She believes that even if Karenin agrees to a divorce,

he will not give up their son.

And he will grow up despising her...

as the mother who abandoned him.

When are you leaving?

On Friday, I think.

What a pity.

Then I probably can't come.

We won't see each other for a while.

Goodbye.

Although I hope to see you soon.

Please don't delay with the divorce.

Anna, are you really going to the theater?

Why do you sound so worried?

Why shouldn't I go?

Of course, there's no reason whatever.

That's exactly what I say.

Anna, please. Why do this?

Come to your senses.

I don't understand what you mean.

You know you can't go.

Why not?

- But surely you know... - I don't want to know!

I don't want to.

Am I sorry for what I've done? No, no, and no!

And if I could, I'd do the same again.

For us...

the important thing is that we love each other.

Who cares about anybody else?

Why can't I go?

I love you, and nothing else matters...

so long as you haven't changed.

My feelings cannot change. You know that.

But please don't go.

I beg you.

Then please explain why I should not go!

Because it might cause you...

I don't understand at all.

I will not stay here another second.

It's shameful for respectable people to sit near that woman.

Vronsky, sir!

A carriage has been sent to take you to Imaqen.

So now I'm drawn to Peking, just as once I was drawn to Florence.

Do you know the names of the most beautiful temples and palaces there?

The Palace of Deepest Peace,

The Palace of Heavenly Silence,

The Temple of Earthly Serenity...

Serenity, peace, silence...

All right, I'll leave for Imaqen tomorrow.

You know, Sergei...

She still has a hold on me...

A strong hold.

What do you mean?

It's been 30 years, and she hasn't let me go.

She's always right beside me.

Even right now, she's here.

Anna!

Where are you?

I'll go to Imaqen or wherever else. Maybe then she'll let me go.

Chunsheng, let's go.

"Born in Springtime".

What did you say?

"We're leaving" in Chinese.

But you didn't finish the story.

There was no ending.

There's plenty of time till tomorrow.

Make way!

Anna, you devote all your time

educating this English orphan.

You have such energy!

You speak of energy.

Energy comes from love.

You can't just take or summon it from somewhere.

I quite understand.

You can't give your heart to a school, or other institutions.

I believe that's why charities are so unsuccessful.

Yes, yes.

My heart is not large enough to love a whole orphanage.

I could never do that.

But I shall give this child all that I can.

I've grown attached to this poor girl.

Careful you don't feed her too much knowledge.

Does she really need all those subjects you teach her?

Why not?

Permit me to ask, Count, why you have such...

a disrespectful attitude towards women's education.

I meant no disrespect at all...

I... basically...

You misunderstood me.

But it troubles me that this girl you're focusing on...

I am just not sure that she really needs to study physics.

You know...

I don't expect you to treat me and my feelings

the way a loving person would.

But I do at least expect some tact.

Yes, You're right.

I don't share your affection for this girl.

It's true.

But only because...

I can see that it's not genuine.

I'm very sorry that only base, material things

seem genuine and understandable to you!

I know. It's all my fault.

I'm irritable.

I'm insanely jealous.

But we'll make peace, and go to the country.

- I'll be calmer there. - There, there.

There. That's better, isn't it?

But he really should understand how hard my life is here!

Is this living? I'm not living...

I'm waiting for a resolution, but it continues without end!

There's still no answer.

You tell me you can't meet with my husband!

But I can't go on! I can't even write anymore!

I'll meet with Karenin.

That's what I came here to tell you, in fact.

Stiva...

If you...

If you should see Sergei...

Find out exactly where he lives

and who is looking after him.

Oh Stiva...

If only divorce were possible!

Could it be possible?

I'm no longer sure whether what I promised is possible.

As a religious man...

I can't act against Christian law in such a serious matter.

But divorce is permitted in Christian societies, including ours.

Even the Church allows divorce.

It is allowed...

but not in a case like this.

I have already told you.

Alexei, I hardly recognize you.

Did you not forgive everything...

and, moved by Christian feeling, want to make any sacrifice?

You mentioned giving your shirt when your coat was taken. And now?

Please...

Please stop all this!

Drop this subject.

Forgive me. Forgive me if I have upset you...

I am just a messenger performing his duty.

Mr. Karenin is here.

Let Sergei come in.

Sergei?

He's "Mr. Karenin" now?

I thought it was an official with the same name!

Alexei...

Anna asked me to see him.

Just bear in mind that we never speak about his mother.

Please don't say a word about her.

What a fine fellow he's grown to be!

No longer little Sergei, but a real Mr. Karenin!

Do you remember me?

Yes, uncle.

He remembers.

Well, how are you?

Well, goodbye, Alexei.

I'll wait for your decision.

Sergei...

Do you...

remember your mother?

No, I don't. Leave me alone.

What is it to you whether I remember or not?

Why should I remember?

Leave me in peace.

You know...

an idea struck me.

Why wait here for the divorce?

It'll be just the same in the country. Don't you think?

Absolutely.

- When are you thinking of going? - The sooner the better.

We shan't be ready by tomorrow.

So the day after tomorrow.

Yes... wait, no. That's Sunday.

I have to visit Mother.

Could you visit her tomorrow?

No, the papers and money

I need won't be ready by tomorrow.

In that case, we won't go at all!

Why ever not?

I won't go any later.

Sunday, or not at all!

But why?

That doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense to you, because you don't care about me.

You don't want to understand my life!

All I had here was that poor English girl.

And you said that it wasn't real.

You said I don't love my own daughter,

and pretend to love this English girl.

You said it's not genuine!

I never said that!

I only said that I did not relate to this sudden infatuation.

You boast about your honesty, but don't tell the truth!

I never boast.

And I never tell lies.

I love clarity.

Clarity is nothing without love.

All right.

We'll go the day after tomorrow, if you want.

I'll write to Mother asking her to send me the money.

It's just a pity that you have no respect for my opinion at all!

Respect...

was invented to hide the empty place where love should be!

If you don't love me anymore, it would be better and more honest to say so.

This is unbearable!

Why do you test my patience? It has limits.

- What do you mean by that? - I mean...

I must ask you:

What do you want from me?

What I can want?

All I can want is for you not to abandon me, as you would like.

But that's not what I want, it's secondary...

I want love...

and there is none.

So it's all over.

Wait.

Wait!

What's all this about?

I said we should leave in three days,

then you say I'm dishonest and a liar!

And a man who blames me

because he's sacrificed everything for me

is worse than dishonest.

He's heartless!

And let me tell you something else.

I don't care at all what your mother thinks,

or whom she wants you to marry.

And a heartless woman, whether she's old or not,

your mother or anyone else,

is of no interest, and I don't wish to know her.

Anna, I'd ask you not to speak disrespectfully about my mother.

If a mother's heart cannot say

where her son's happiness and honor lie... then she has no heart.

I'll ask again: please do not disrespect my mother, whom I respect.

You don't love your mother.

It's all just words, words, words.

If that's the case...

We must make up our minds?

I've made up mine.

- Good day, Count. - My respects, my ladies.

Your mother asked me to give you this.

Thank you.

I hear you're going away. For long?

I don't know yet, Princess. I think so. For a long time.

Goodbye then. Good luck, Count.

Goodbye.

Walk on!

Who was that?

Princess Sorokina and her daughter came

and brought me the money and papers from Mother.

So...

We're going tomorrow then, aren't we?

You are. But I'm not.

Anna, we can't go on like this.

You're going, but I'm not.

This is becoming unbearable.

You'll be sorry for this!

Get my carriage ready.

So, I left.

I hated her at that moment.

I went into town to do a few things...

then to my mother's estate...

although I don't remember why.

Then I got a note from Anna.

She had written it as soon as I left.

But her servant didn't find me until that evening.

Do you remember what she wrote?

Yes, I do.

Anna wrote:

"I was wrong. Come home, I must explain.

For God's sake come, I'm afraid."

I answered immediately.

I wrote that I only just got her note, that I'd be home soon.

I sent it to her.

But she was already at that station.

I still don't understand why she was there.

Well, it was too late.

So if your note had reached her

then nothing would have happened?

No.

That time it certainly wouldn't have happened.

Lavrenty!

- Where did the Count go? - His Excellency went to the stables.

He said that if you cared to drive out,

the carriage would come back for you.

Go to the stables

and ask the Count to come back as soon as he can.

Here's a note.

- Sergeant! - Yes sir!

- Where's the boss? - Inside.

- Bring him here. - Yes sir.

What's happened?

The Japanese will be here soon.

A big detachment, about seven miles from here.

- Where did they come from? - Who knows? It's chaos.

Nobody knows where anybody is.

My advice is to leave as fast as you can.

Otherwise it'll be too late. Get out of here.

Let's go!

We missed the Count.

- He's driven to his mother's. - What?

So he didn't receive it.

Take this note to his mother's country estate.

And bring back an answer immediately.

Well? What about me?

What should I do?

Oh yes...

- I can send a telegram. - Of course.

Write this down.

Write and tell them to send a telegram for the Count.

"I must talk to you.

Come at once."

Annushka, dear, what should I do?

Why are you so upset?

These things happen.

Why don't you visit Darya?

Perhaps that will make you feel better.

Yes, I'll go.

But what if a telegram comes?

- Send it on to Darya. - Yes.

No, I'll come back myself.

Let me go with you.

Yes, yes...

I mustn't think.

I must do something.

Leave this place...

Get out of this house!

Perhaps he missed the train and is back already.

Yes.

But before leaving forever, I'll tell him everything!

Never have I hated anyone as much as I hate that man!

Perhaps His Excellency never received the letter?

Oh no, he knows everything.

He's chatting with his mother and that Princess,

enjoying my suffering!

I'll go to the station. If he's not there, his mother's.

I'll go there and catch him!

What was he looking for in me? Not love, but personal gratification.

Yes, he boasted about me!

Not any more.

There's no more pride, only shame.

He has taken all that he could from me, and now...

he doesn't need me.

It will be all right, ma'am. Everything will be fine.

No, Annushka.

Yes, he probably loves me, but it's...

a love that has lost its flavor.

If I leave him, deep down he will be glad.

My love grows more passionate and selfish, while his fades.

There's nothing to be done.

If he's only kind to me out of duty, without loving me,

then it's a thousand times worse. It's hell!

I don't know these streets at all.

Hills, it seems, and houses everywhere.

Houses full of people. As many as the eye can see.

And they all hate each other.

No, it's impossible!

Life is tearing us apart.

I make him unhappy, and he does the same to me.

And there's no changing either of us.

We've tried everything!

It's beyond repair!

My God, he's just like that hideous old man from my dream...

speaking French, hitting

metal, and mumbling.

I said my five rubles were for the bank, the bank didn't have change for a ten…

What the hell is this!

How dare you doubt me?

Here's ten for you!

Why ten? You owe five.

Go to hell.

I'll cut the deck.

A card?

Colonel, sir, a card?

Yes.

I'll play it safe.

You play like a provincial clerk's wife,

who's seen her first pile of money and is guarding it greedily.

I'll show my hand.

Five points. What do you have?

A damn useless hand! King, queen, ten.

Not a single point.

Ace, eight, and nine.

You win again, Colonel.

- You get all the luck. - Not always.

- Whose turn to deal? - Yours, sir.

For ten rubles.

Gentlemen, we're leaving now.

Vronsky, sir, your carriage is ready.

Thank you. We'll just finish the game.

- Another one? - Yes.

Damn! Another useless card.

And for you?

Damn, the Japanese are close!

Time to go?

No. We'll finish the game. Show your hands.

- Are you OK? - Damn...

Colonel, sir?

Yes, time to go indeed.

Get in the cart!

Drive the carts onto the road!

Vronsky, sir, your carriage is here.

- Have you seen the Chinese girl? - Sir, we've got to go.

Chunsheng!

Chunsheng!

There you are. Let's go, Chunsheng.

Come on, don't be afraid.

Let's go, Chunsheng.

Don't be afraid.

Goodbye then, Chunsheng!

Are you all right?

Goodbye.

Sir, please hurry!

Sir, we can't wait any longer.

Vronsky, sir, please get going!

I'm staying here.

I can't leave you here. You're wounded.

- You pity me that much? - It's not that I pity you.

Staff Officers can't be taken prisoner.

I won't be taken prisoner.

Don't forget, I'm your superior. .

We can hold them for an hour

Why are you doing this?

God willing, we'll meet again. Take care of Chunsheng.

Listen, Sergei...

Maybe I was wrong at the station.

Maybe it wasn't Anna after all.

Sometimes it seems she's alive...

She just, went away somewhere and doesn't want to come back.

What are you saying?

There was a funeral.

She was buried long ago.

To hell with the funeral!

They always wanted to get rid of her.

To hell with them!

Vronsky, sir!

- They're coming! - How many men do we have?

About fifty.

Right, Captain, take ten men and hold the right flank.

I'll stay here.

Anna Karenina ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA

Vronsky MAKSIM MATVEYEV

Karenin VITALY KISHCHENKO

Sergei Karenin KIRILL GREBENSHCHIKOV

and MAKAR MIKHALKIN

Countess Vronskaya TATYANA LYUTAEVA

Oblonsky IVAN KOLESNIKOV

Yelizaveta ANASTASIA MAKEEVA

Chinese girl SOFIA SUN

Lavrenty DMITRY GUSEV

Annushka ANNA SINYAKINA

Emperor Alexander II YURI BELYAYEV

Adelina Patti ALBINA SHAGIMURATOVA

Screenplay ALEXEI BUZIN

and KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

Director KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

Music YURIY POTEENKO

Director of Photography ALEKSANDR KUZNETSOV

Camera ALIK TAGIROV

Production Design SERGEY FEVRALEV

and YULIA MAKUSHINA

Costume Design DMITRIY ANDREEV

and VLADIMIR NIKIFOROV

Make-up LYUDMILA RAUZHINA

Sound GULSARA MUKATAEVA

Film Editing IRINA KOZHEMYAKINA

Executive Producer GALINA SHADUR

Producers ANTON ZLATOPOLSKIY

and KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

© MOSFILM CINEMA CONCERN, 2017