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TV CHANNEL RUSSIA

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FILM BY KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV

ANNA KARENINA

BASED ON LEO TOLSTOY'S NOVEL, "ANNA KARENINA"

AND ON VIKENTY VERESAEV'S "ON THE JAPANESE WAR"

EPISODE 4

CHINA. MANCHURIA. 1904

I’ll get you...

Good day, warriors!

- ...scary... - On your head be it...

Atte-ention!

- At ease. - At eeeee-ase!

I have the honor to inform you, Sir.

What? What? What? What do you mean by “inform”?

When you talk to me, you must report, not “inform”.

- Who are you anyway? - I am the head of this hospital.

Why are you without your sword?

Begging your pardon? Without my sword?

Yes, obviously! As you are on duty,

you must carry your sword with you.

But I’ve just underwent surgery, and a sword gets in the way

when putting on the bandages.

Carrying a sword is a must at all times.

Is Count Vronsky at yours?

Yes, Sir, Alexei Kirillovich is here.

Show me in.

Right this way, Sir.

- Is this Count Vronsky? - Count Vronsky is over there.

- Good day, Count! - Good day, General.

Awful, just awful how everything turned out.

Are you in much pain, Count?

It hurts, but not too much.

Yes, yes, quite. Tell me, Count, are you married?

No, I am not, General.

Hm.. Well, do you have everything you need here?

Are you comfortable? Are you in need of anything?

I have no complaints. The care is excellent, although...

if possible, General, I would ask you

to relocate me to Imacheng. It’s outside Harbin.

- Hm… - I have a cousin there,

- he oversees military logistics - Well, well, well.

Very well. Turencheng.

Imacheng, Your Excellency.

Ah, so that’s it, write it down, Baron, Simucheng.

- Imacheng, Your Excellency. - Yes, yes, write it all down.

So your wounded brother is in a hospital there.

And you want to be next to him.

Very well, I will use all my connections.

Ah, how very awful.

You know, I visited your campsite just yesterday,

looked it all over closely, and kept thinking

for the life of me, I still cannot understand how that shell

could hit your dugout out of all the places.

So, this is it then, hm.

And oh, Count, did you send a letter to tell your spouse?

I am not married.

Wait, Count, don’t you have a wife?

No, I never had any wife.

Ah, but how is that? Why didn’t you get married?

If you’re so interested in the particulars of my private life...

It’s because thirty years ago I was deeply in love with a woman,

and she died...

Ah... My sympathies, Count.

Yes, well, my first wife died too.

Yes, Baron, so she did...

Influenza...

Hey there! Your Excellency!

Want a cigarette?

What are you saying? What?

That’s Captain Maximov, he was in the same dugout as the Count.

He has a heavy head wound... and delirium.

Let’s have a smoke, eh?

Many thanks, but I do not smoke.

Eh, well, to hell with you then. A smoke, doctor?

Time to go, Your Excellency!

Does your head hurt badly?

To hell with you! Nothing hurts me.

Let’s go! Time to leave!

Why did you have that ribbon made?

‘Cause I was a headquarters aide!

Farewell.

Get well soon.

Maximov, how are you feeling now, are you delirious?

No, right now I am fully conscious.

SAINT-PETERSBURG. 1873

... silver... ... thirty-three million!..

Good citizens! If you want to try your luck in the lottery,

just pay fifteen kopecks as soon as you can!

Come on!

Alexei! Thank God!

No, no, if we go on like this, it’ll happen much, much sooner.

- What? - What? I’ve been waiting,

I’ve been suffering. An hour, two hours.

No, I won’t, I won’t quarrel with you. You probably weren’t able to.

You met Karenin? Well, that is your punishment for being late.

Yes, but why was he here? You wrote that he had

- an appointment at the Council. - Yes, he went there.

And came back, and then went off again somewhere.

But that doesn’t matter. Do not speak of this.

Where have you been?!

I’ve received your letter just now.

I had been assigned to the Prince all week long

and this morning had to give a report on his departure.

But now it is over, isn’t it? Is he gone?

It’s over, thank heavens.

You will not believe how unbearable this has been for me...

How so? This is the life all you, young men, lead every day.

I left that life behind long ago.

And I must confess now that looking back upon that life I feel revolted.

Liza came to visit me this morning.

They’re not too afraid to visit me yet.

And she told me about your yesterday’s Athenian evening.

How disgusting!

I was just going to explain.

This... masquerade was put on especially for our guest.

He wanted to see there some French actresses.

That Therese,

she was the same woman you used to know, wasn’t she?

- I was going to say... - How vile you men are!

How could it never occur to you

that a woman would never forget such things.

Especially a woman who has no knowledge of your life!

Anna, please don’t...

But how much did I know? Only the things you deign to tell me.

And there is no way of knowing if you were actually telling the truth.

Anna! You’re insulting me!

Do you not believe me?

Did I not tell you that I don’t have a single thought

that I wouldn’t reveal to you?

Oh, but if only you knew how hard this is for me!

Waiting for you was torture...

I’m not jealous.

I believe what you say when you are here, with me.

But when you are... somewhere out there,

on your own, living your own life, the life that I cannot understand...

Ah... Where was I?

Oh yes, of course... Where did you meet him?

We bumped into one another in the doorway.

And he actually bowed to you, like this?

He is not a man... not a person...

He is a puppet! I swear!

If I were in his shoes, I would have killed a wife like me long ago,

I would have torn her apart, instead of saying, “you, Ma Chere, Anna”.

He... He is not a person, he is a machine bound by the ministry.

He... he doesn’t understand that I...

That I’m your wife now, that he is not wanted, that he is an outsider.

But let’s not...

Let’s not speak of this!

I would rather you told me what you’ve been doing.

And how you are. Yes, I understand that...

It’s your condition. When is it going to happen?

Soon.

Soon it will all come to a close. And we shall be at peace, all of us.

And we shall suffer no more.

I do not understand...

I know, I know it for certain.

I’m going to die, and I will be very happy for it...

I will be happy to set us both free.

What nonsense...

What silly nonsense you’re spouting!

- No, it’s true. - What’s true?

That I will die. I had a dream.

- A dream? - Yes, a dream.

A long time ago.

I dreamt that I had run into my bedroom. I needed to get something there.

To find something out. You know, the way it usually is in dreams.

And then I saw something standing in the corner.

What hogwash! How can you believe...

And then this thing turned around,

and I saw that it was a scary little man with a ruffled beard.

I was so terrified that I wanted to wake up, and I did.

But I woke up within my dream.

And started asking myself what it could have meant.

And Kornei, our servant, told me,

“Childbirth.

You will die in childbirth, Mistress...”

And then I woke up.

- What do you want?! - Your lover’s letters.

They’re not here.

Sit down! I need to speak to you.

I told you that I would not allow you to admit your lover into our home.

I needed to see him because...

I will not go into the details of why a woman would want to see her lover!

I wanted, I just...

Do you not see how easy it is for you to insult me?

You can only insult an honest man or an honest woman,

but telling a thief that he is a thief is just the statement of a fact!

This is new in you...

I’ve never known you to be cruel before.

Are you calling it cruelty when a husband gives his wife full freedom

and the shelter of an honest name, under the sole condition

that she behaves appropriately? How is that cruel?

Well, if you must know, it’s even worse than cruel, it’s low!

No!

Low?

If you want to use this word so much,

then it’s low to leave your husband and son for your lover

while still eating your husband’s bread!

You...

You cannot describe my situation any worse than how I myself see it.

But why are you saying all this?

Why am I saying all this?

So that you might know

that since you did not follow my instructions on appropriate behavior,

I shall take all necessary measures to put an end to this situation.

Soon.

Very soon, it will all come to an end without you.

Yes, it will be put to an end far sooner than you and your lover have planned.

You need only to satisfy your animal lust.

Alexei Alexandrovich!

I am not saying that it is not chivalrous,

but it is downright indecent to hit a woman when she’s down.

I have come to tell you...

I cannot change anything.

I have come to tell you that I am leaving for Moscow tomorrow,

and that I shall not return to this house again.

You will be notified of my decision through my attorney,

whom I shall entrust with the matter of our divorce.

My son, in turn, will be living with my sister.

You only need my Sergei so that you can hurt me.

You don’t love him. Leave him alone!

Yes, I have lost even my love towards my son

because I associate him with the disgust that I feel towards you.

But I’ll still be taking him with me.

Goodbye!

Alexei Alexandrovich!

Leave me my Sergei!

I have nothing else to ask of you.

Let me have him until I...

I will be giving birth soon.

Let me have him!

I’ve done everything for you...

And you have trampled it all into the mud that makes up your nature.

I am not a vicious man, I have never hated anyone before.

But you, you I loathe with every fiber of my being for all the wrong you have done!

Love those who hate you...

Yes, love “those who hate you”.

But to love those whom you hate, that’s impossible!

She has spat upon her duties and committed adultery.

That is what she has done.

No, this cannot be.

Dear God, you must be mistaken.

It is rather hard to be mistaken

when a wife takes it upon herself to announce to her own husband...

To announce to her own husband that their eight years together,

the son they had together - that it was all a mistake.

And that she wants to start her life over.

Anna and sin.

I just cannot place these words side by side. I cannot believe this.

There is so much I would give

just to make room for some doubt on this matter.

I used to doubt it when I still had hope.

But now all hope is gone. And I...

I keep doubting everything.

I keep doubting it so much that I have come to hate my own son.

Sometimes I do not even believe that he is mine.

And... I am very unhappy.

Yes, that’s awful.

But is it really true, is it true that you have decided to divorce her?

I have decided on the last-resort measure,

there is nothing else I can do.

Wait. You are a Christian.

Think about her. What’s going to happen to her if you abandon her?

I have already thought of that, Darya Alexandrovna.

I have thought about it a lot.

And I tried to leave everything as it was.

I gave her a chance to redeem herself.

I tried to save her. And what did it lead to?

But she will be no man’s wife.

- She will perish. - Well, what can I do?

Darya Alexandrovna,

I am profoundly grateful for your sympathy, but...

I implore you... I...

I want to tell you something about myself.

My husband was deceiving me.

Full of rage and jealousy, I wanted to leave it all behind.

I wanted to be all on my own.

But I saw reason. And Anna saved me.

And here I am, living on, my children are growing.

My husband has returned to the family and can sense that he was wrong.

Everything is brighter, better.

I live.

I forgive.

And you must forgive as well.

I cannot forgive.

Nor do I want to.

And I consider it unfair...

Darya Alexandrovna, I’m sorry I’ve upset you

Each of us has their own share of heartbreak.

Rest your servant’s soul with the saints.

In a place where there is no sickness nor sadness or sorrow, but eternal life.

Rest this soul with the saints...

Yes, the Captain was a good man, I’ll miss him...

Say, Alexei Kirillovich,

you’ve been in the army for a long time.

Have you ever given thought to why people kill each other?

No, I haven’t.

Those who do think about it ought to become priests or writers.

Take me for instance.

After Anna had died, I went to war in Serbia.

My soul was aching. I was the first

to rush into every battle, I was looking for death,

but nothing happened.

I wasn’t even wounded.

Killed a lot of Turks,

even though, come to think of it, they had never done me any wrong.

So in a way, if Anna hadn’t died, those Turks would have lived too.

Ah, who cares about war.

We hate our loved ones far more than we hate the enemy.

To hell with your philosophy.

It’s not for me.

To hell will it, yes, to hell with it.

We’d be better off honoring the memory of those Turks

that ended up casualties of a Russian’s love.

We’re out of matches.

Very well, fine, give her a wet-nurse, I agree.

It will be even better this way.

He’ll come, it will be too painful for him to see her.

Give her away...

Give her to me.

What nonsense!

Come on, give her to me, give me my baby girl!

I am dying now, I know that I am going to die. Ask him...

Doctor, what’s wrong with her?

A very severe form of postpartum infection.

In ninety-nine cases out of a hundred.

I shall be frank with you,

the end could come any minute now.

I am feeling it now... Here they are...

...on my fingers...

My fingers feel so huge, so heavy...

It all will be over soon.

The doctor said that there is no hope.

I am at your disposal, but please allow me to stay here.

I am so afraid of dying.

That is why I am in such a hurry.

I have no time, I have so little time left to live.

Soon the fever will set in, and I won’t understand anything anymore.

But for now I still understand.

I only need one thing.

I’m still the same.

But there is another “me” within.

I’m afraid of her.

She was in love once.

I wanted to hate you,

but I could never forget the me that used to be there.

That “me” is not the real me.

Now I am the real me.

I’m whole again.

I only need one thing.

Forgive me...

Forgive me once and for all.

No, you cannot forgive me.

I know that something like this can’t be forgiven.

Please go away...

You are too good for me.

Please understand one thing, all I ever needed was forgiveness.

Nothing else.

Why won’t he come.

Come over here.

Come over!

Give him your hand.

Show your face.

Look at him.

He is a saint.

Show your face, show it...

Alexei Alexandrovich, show him your face.

I want to see it.

Give him your hand.

Forgive him.

Thank God.

Thank God, everything is ready.

Just need to stretch my legs a little.

Like this. Yes, this is nice.

- I should go home. - Stay.

- She might ask for you. - Oh dear God...

Dear God... when will this be over...

Give me morphine, give me morphine, doctor.

Please, please, give me morphine...

Alexei Alexandrovich...

I beg you to hear me out, it is crucial that you do.

I have to explain what I’m feeling.

These feelings have been guiding me and will continue to guide me.

I do not want you to misinterpret my intentions.

You know that I decided on a divorce.

And even began the proceedings.

I confess that there is no hiding the wish

to exact my revenge upon you and her that kept hounding me.

I shall go even further:

I wanted her dead!

Alexei Alexandrovich, there is no need to...

But now that I’ve seen her I have forgiven her.

I have forgiven her, utterly and completely.

I want to turn the other cheek.

I want to give away my shirt when my caftan is taken,

and I beseech God only that He not take the happiness of forgiveness from me!

That is where I stand.

You can pull me down into the mud,

you can make me into a public laughing stock but still I shall not leave her.

And I shall never, ever say a single word of reproach to you.

My duty is quite clear to me:

I must be with her...

And so I shall be...

Alexandr,

does Mother know?

No, I haven’t told her anything.

This has all turned out to be so ridiculous.

How is Anna?

She is very well.

Neither she nor the baby are in any danger.

Listen...

I took a shot at myself by accident.

And please never talk to me about this.

And pass what I said on to the others.

Otherwise it’s just too foolish!

You need a bandage. I’ll tell...

- Sasha... - Yes.

I am not delirious.

Please,

make sure that there is no talk about me shooting myself on purpose.

Nobody is saying anything.

Though I do hope that you won’t be taking any more accidental shots.

I suppose I won’t.

Though it might be for the better...

When the inflammation eased and I was on the mend,

I felt that I had completely shed a part of my grief.

It was as if that shot had washed off the humiliation that I had once felt.

And now I could see myself looking people in the eye without shame,

and I could live again.

But the one thing that I could not rip out of my heart

was the profound regret, borderline despair,

over losing Anna forever.

- Hen hao? - Hen hao.

Giddy-up!