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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!