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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 5

Very restless.

SAINT-PETERSBURG. 1874

Maybe the wet-nurse
doesn’t have enough milk?

Why didn’t you say anything?

Who would I say it to?

Anna Arkadyevna is still so unwell.

We must send for a doctor.

- Mama, Mam!
- Yes, sweetie.

Do you know that Papa got
an Order of Alexander Nevsky?!

Yes, I do.

People have already been coming
here to congratulate him.

- So is he happy?
- Why wouldn’t he be happy...

This order is well-deserved.

Hey Vasily Lukich,

did you know that my Papa
got an Alexander Nevsky order?

Could you please
tell me, Vasily Lukich,

what’s higher than
the Order of Alexander Nevsky?

That would be
the Order of Saint Vladimir.

And higher than that?

The highest order of all
is Saint Andrew The First-Called.

And what’s higher than Andrew?

- I don’t know...
- Really?

You don’t know that either?
And you, Mama?

His Excellency.

- Did you have a good walk?
- Yes, Papa, it was really fun.

I saw Nadenka.

She said you’d been given a new award.
Are you happy, Papa?

Well, first of all, will you
kindly stop chattering.

And second of all, the main prize
is not the award but the hard work.

And I would like you
to understand that.

For instance, if you are working on
your studies for the sake of a reward,

your work will seem
hard and tedious.

But if you love your work,
it will be a reward in itself.

I trust you understand this?

Yes, Papa.

Very well, go to your room.

You still have to go over
your assignments for tomorrow.

I’ll check in on you later.

How’s little Sergei?

It would be a lie to say
that he is not a gifted boy.

Quite the contrary - he has far more
talent than many other children.

But he is so bad at his studies.

But he’s just nine years old.
He is still a child.

I believe that he simply does not want
to learn the things he is being taught.

He seems to be somehow
cold towards those key matters

that should concern
every man and every child.

Maybe he is just
unable to learn these things.

unable because his heart craves
something that is more essential to him

than what his teachers
are forcing him to learn.

Try a seconde under the arm,
then a riposte.

Attack! Seconde under the arm!

Steady your wrist, Count.

Hold upward for a moment,
then quarte! Hit!

Mind the arm!
Do not shift your arm, Count!

Degage upward...
then quarte again!

Hit! The arm...
Hold the arm, Count!

Steady your wrist.
Degage upward...

Now quarte... And hit!

Quarte. And riposte
to the chest. Touche.

Excellent.

You’re back in shape, Count.
But do not forget your legs.

Because legs ensure
distance, ensure safety.

You are, as always,
Your Excellency, doing admirably.

I’ve already heard about you...

I mean, about you refusing
your new position and...

and leaving the regiment.

Have you handed in
your notice already?

- Mm-hm.
- I approve, of course.

But there are certain
ways of doing things.

And I think that while your actions
are good in and of themselves

you are not doing it
the way it should be done.

What’s done is done.
And besides, I am feeling marvelous!

Marvelous for the time being.

But you are not going
to be satisfied with this.

Not to mention,
we need people like you!

- Who’s we?
- Who’s we? Society.

Russia needs worthy men,
otherwise it will all go to the dogs.

We need a ruling party made out of
independent people like you and me.

You and I know
so many people in power.

They are not independent
at all, are they?

Only because they don’t have
the things that we were born into:

the independent status,
a name of their own,

the proximity to the sun.

And one more thing!

They are easy to buy
either with money or with flattery.

But you are definitely better.

Maybe I’m worse, more stupid,

but I can’t see why I should be
any less special than they are.

And besides, I believe that
I have one key advantage...

in that I am - we are! -
harder to buy off.

Still, I lack the one thing
that is crucial for this.

I lack the lust for power.

I used to have it,
but not any longer.

Well pardon me, but you’re wrong.
Please, please do not interrupt me!

This is what I came to see you for.
You did what had to be done.

I understand that but...

All I ask of you is carte blanche.
Come back to the army.

Come with me to Tashkent.
There’s a war out there.

And so many opportunities!

I swear, you will be
a general in just two years!

I want you to understand
that I don’t need anything!

Listen, you and I
are of the same age.

Maybe you have known
more women than I have.

And here’s my honest opinion:

women are the main
hurdle in a man’s path.

It is very hard to make
anything of yourself

when you are in love
with a woman.

There is only one remedy
if you want to love someone

without discomfort
or hindrance: marriage.

Without marriage, though...

Just look how many men have led
their career to ruin because of women.

You have never been in love.

Perhaps. But consider:

women are far more
material than men.

We turn love into something
magnificent and tremendous,

and they always
make it lowly and base.

So, are you giving me
carte blanche?

Let’s talk of this later.

I will find you.

Although, do what you think is best.

I consent to this.
I shall go to Tashkent.

Who’s here?

Countess Yelizaveta
Feodorovna Tverskaya.

- But your husband must be above it all.
- I do not want this for my husband,

I want this for myself.
Don’t say such things!

Yes, but surely, you cannot be
unwilling to say goodbye to a man

who tried to shoot himself
because of you.

That is precisely
what I’m unwilling to do.

I’m happy to see you home.

You never show your face anywhere,
I haven’t seen you since Anna fell sick.

I have heard all about
how you cared for her.

You are a wonderful husband!

- How is your health?
- I think I’m feeling better.

And I think we’ve been
chatting far too much.

It makes me feel
like an egoist; I am leaving.

No, please stay, I have
something to say to you...

No, to you.

I cannot and will not keep
any secrets from you.

Betsy said that Count Vronsky
wanted to visit us

to say goodbye before
departing for Tashkent.

And I said that
I could not receive him.

You said, my friend,
that it was up to your husband.

No, no, I simply cannot
receive him, nothing will ever...

I just...

I don’t want to...

I greatly appreciate your trust.

Goodbye, my precious.

Mr. Karenin!

I know you to be
a truly selfless man.

I may be a stranger but I love
your wife and respect you so much

that I shall take
the liberty of giving you advice.

Please accept it.

Alexei is honor personified,
and since he is leaving for Tashkent.

Countess, I thank you for your
concern and for your advice.

But whether or not my wife will be able
to receive someone is for her to decide.

Goodbye.

Ah! Countess!

I am so pleased to meet you!
I visited your home, you know.

This meeting may only
last a minute, I was just leaving.

Something needs to be done.

He will drive her into her grave.
This is impossible, just impossible.

You are her brother.
Only you can help her.

I am happy that you think so. This is
precisely why I came to St. Petersburg.

It’s all anyone in the city
can talk about.

The situation is just impossible!
She is wasting away.

He simply fails to understand
that she is a woman

for whom feelings
are no joking matter.

There are two things
that could happen:

either he takes her away,
takes energetic action!

Or she gets a divorce!

- This is stifling her.
- Yes, yes... This is what I am here for.

Well, not exactly.
I have been appointed chamberlain.

Karenin pulled some strings,
so I have to thank him.

But yes, doing this
is the main thing.

Well then, Godspeed.

I must thank you
for the trust you’ve put in me.

And for the decision you’ve made.

I also believe that,
since he is leaving,

there is no need for
Count Vronsky to come here.

- Although...
- Well, I have had my say,

what’s the use repeating?

Let us never speak of this again.

Having entrusted you with
making a decision on this matter,

- I am very happy to see that...
- That my wishes coincide with yours.

Yes.

Countess Tverskaya is meddling in
the most delicate family affairs

in an exceedingly inappropriate
fashion. She is especially...

I do not believe a word of what
they are saying about her.

I know that she sincerely loves me.

- I have just sent for a doctor.
- I’m well.

What would I need a doctor for?

No, the baby
has been screaming again...

The wet-nurse ended up
not having much milk, after all.

Well, why didn’t you
allow me to nurse her,

even though I begged you to?
But what does it matter:

she’s just a baby, and now
they will starve her to death!

I asked you to let me nurse,
was not allowed to,

- and now I am the one being chastised.
- I was not chastising you...

Yes you were!

Oh dear God!
Why didn’t I just die!

Forgive me.

I’m all on edge, it’s unfair.

But please leave.

There is no need
for a visit from a man

who wants to say goodbye
to the woman he loves.

To the woman whose sake
he wanted to die for,

whose sake he ruined himself for.

To the woman
who cannot live without him.

No need at all.

No, it cannot go on like this.

Hello there,
Alexei Alexandrovich!

So, how is...

Why does everyone keep watching
me and expecting something?

What?

I can see quite clearly
that the entire high society,

and my wife too, are
demanding something from me.

And I cannot fathom what exactly.

I can feel that.

A moment longer and
I will not be able to stand

against the revulsion that I can read
on the faces of everyone whom I meet.

I can’t understand
what’s going on with you.

They will destroy me,

they will tear me apart like dogs.

My only salvation is
to hide my wounds from them.

Soon, I will be unable
to continue this losing battle at all.

Forgive me.

I think I have not
been feeling well lately.

I heard that women are supposed
to keep loving men even for their vices,

but I hate him for his virtue.

You have to understand, the very sight
of him has a physical effect on me,

I lose my temper
just by looking at him.

I cannot.

I cannot live with him.

What should I do?

I don’t know if you see it, but even
knowing that he is a kind, admirable man,

that I am not worth
a single hair on his head.

I still hate him.

I hate him for his charity.

And there is nothing left for me but...

You are sick

and irritable.

Please believe me,
that’s a terrible over-exaggeration,

there is nothing
catastrophic about this.

No, Stiva, I am finished.

No, I am worse than finished.

I am not quite finished yet,

I cannot say,
“There, it’s all over”.

Quite the opposite...

I can feel that it’s not over.

I am like a taut string
that is about to snap.

The end has not yet come.

And when it does,
it will be terrifying.

What you need to do is loosen
the string, little by little.

There’s no situation
that does not have a way out.

I have given it a lot of thought,

and there is only one way out.

You cannot see your situation
the way I see it.

Let me be quite frank
about what I think.

You have married a man
twenty years your senior.

You did not marry him for love.

or perhaps you
had never known love.

I would say that this was a mistake.

- A horrible mistake.
- But a fait accompli nonetheless.

And then you had a...

You loved a man
who was not your husband.

That was unfortunate,
but also a fait accompli.

There is only
one thing left to settle:

do you want to keep living
with your husband? Is that your wish?

Is that his wish?

No, you still don’t understand.

I feel myself plummeting
headfirst into an abyss,

but I should not save myself...
I cannot.

We will break your fall,
we will catch you.

I understand, you can’t
put your wishes and feelings into words.

There is nothing that I wish for...

Except for all of this to be over.

He can sense that,
he can understand that.

Do you really think
that he is not burdened by it?

You are suffering, he is suffering,
but what’s the point?

A divorce, on the other hand,
will set you free.

I did not want it solely

because I thought of it
as unattainable happiness.

I am terribly sorry for both of you!

And how happy would
I have been had I done it!

Divorce.

Yes, divorce. Trust me,
this is your best way out.

It is very simple
for spouses in your situation.

Everything that you
consider “very simple”

I have already thought over
thousands upon thousands times.

And from where I stand,
it is not only far from “very simple”,

- it is simply impossible.
- But what exactly bothers you?

I cannot assume the blame
for adultery that I never committed.

And on the other hand,
I cannot allow for my wife,

the wife that I have forgiven,
the wife that I love,

to be publicly accused and shamed.

And besides, what will happen
to our son if we divorce?

Should I leave him with his mother?

But that is impossible..

She is going to have
a family of her own,

where his status and upbringing
as a stepson will likely do him harm.

- Well, you have him then...
- Claim my son for myself?

But that would be as revenge
on my part, and I do not want that.

Everything can be settled...
negotiated...

Yes, but if I concede to a divorce,
I will ruin Anna’s life. Irrevocably.

After all, she will
have to live as a divorcee,

she will bind herself to him,

and this bond will be unlawful
and criminal, because the church dictates

that a woman with a living
husband cannot get remarried.

You say the oddest things...

- “She will bind herself to him”...
- Yes, yes... she will.

And after a year or two,
either he will abandon her,

or she will get a new lover.

And then I, through
agreeing to this unlawful divorce,

shall be responsible for her downfall!

But she does not want anything.

She does not even dare ask for it,
she trusts in your generosity.

If anyone slaps you on the right cheek,
turn to them the other cheek also.

And if anyone wants to take your coat,
hand over your shirt as well.

Yes, yes!

I will take all the shame upon myself,
I will even give away my son!

In any case, do as you will.
I agree to everything.

Vronsky! Vronsky!

Watch out!

Hey Vronsky, want to know the difference
between me and the Tsar?

Pardon me, what?

When the Tsar grants a divorce, nobody
feels better,

and after I did so,
three people started feeling better.

What are you talking about?

I am so happy that I’ve done this.

For I’m certain that Karenin
will not go back on his word.

What word?
What are you talking about?

Karenin has agreed to a divorce,
you will be able to see her now.

I have missed you so much...

I have missed you so much.

I still don’t know
what he will do with my Sergei.

Don’t speak of this...
Don’t think of this...

Karenin did not give
Anna custody of their son.

We took our daughter with us
and went travelling across Europe.

For the first time, we reveled
in freedoms we had never known before,

especially the freedom to love.

You are full of life again.

You know, this new life
you and I are having is so blissful

that I feel guilty
about being so happy.

I am happy as well...

The more I learn about you,
the more I love you!

Please, just don’t interrupt me!

I love you both for being you.

And for loving me.

I am impossibly happy
when you are near me...

Please, never, ever leave me.

Anna, I would never
want to leave you.

I’m also so very happy
to be next to you.

All the traits of your character
that I’m getting to know

are growing more and more dear to me,
more than I can describe.

Everything you say, do,
and think has some special noble,

sublime quality about it.

Anna, your odd reverence
towards me simply frightens me.

I myself am often frightened by it.

Sometimes I get filled with dread,

I dare not show that I realize
how beneath you I am.

If you see that,
you will stop loving me!

And there is nothing that I fear more
than you growing cold towards me.

But Anna, you...

I myself fear imagining how I could
possibly fall out of love with you.

I care for you, I live for you.

You and your love
are the only things I have left.

If you doubt my feelings,
we can affirm them by marriage.

But you yourself
do not want a divorce.

I completely fail
to understand you sometimes.

Please understand...

What I did inevitably
made Karenin unhappy.

But I do not want to use this
unhappiness to my advantage.

I am suffering as well,
and I will keep on suffering.

- What for?
- Ah, please, let it rest!

I have decided
that I should deprive myself

of everything
I used to hold most dear.

And so I am depriving myself
of my honest name, and...

and my son!

But Anna!
Why don’t you want to just...

Because I have wronged
him and for that,

I do not deserve happiness,
I do not deserve a divorce.

I shall let myself suffer from shame
and from being apart from my son!

Yes, this is what she said.

“I have made Karenin unhappy,
I have wronged him;

CHINA. MANCHURIA. 1904

and for that, I shall
let myself suffer from shame

and from being apart from my son!”.

I wonder...

Did you really love her?

I took a bullet because of her.

- And after she died, I went to war.
- No, that’s not what I meant.

You can take a bullet,
you can seek death at a war...

What I mean
is something different:

did you love her
in all earnestness?

Like she loved you?

Have you ever asked
this question to yourself?

- I have.
- So what is your answer?

I bought a pipe from the Chinese girl.

What a peculiar thing.

My father did so much for me...

And, in truth, I was never
truly attached to him.

I did love my mother, though.

I loved her passionately.

You know,
I had better get going.

There is still so much to do.

Good night.

How is your son,
how is our little angel?

I cannot say that I am
particularly pleased with him.

We have to talk about
a matter that will sadden you.

There is nothing that I would not give
in order to rid you of unhappy memories,

but not everyone
thinks the same way.

I have received a letter from her.

She is here, in St. Petersburg.

She wants to see her son.

I have been expecting this.

And I do not believe
I have a right to deny her.

My dear friend!
You do not see evil in anyone!

Quite the contrary, I see
that there is evil in everything.

But is that just?

True. Still,
everything has its limits.

I can understand vice,
but I cannot understand cruelty!

And to whom?! To you!

But who is to cast the stone?

I have forgiven her for everything,

so I cannot deprive her of her need
for love - love towards her son.

But is this really love, my friend?

Is this really sincere?

Let us assume
that you have forgiven her.

But do we really have the right

to have an effect on the soul
of this little angel?

Your son thinks her dead.

He prays for her.

He begs the Lord
to forgive her sins.

It’s better that way!

And if you do this,
what will he think?

I have not considered it.

No, if you’re really seeking my advice,
I don’t advise you to do this.

Do you think I don’t see
how you are suffering,

how this has re-opened
your old wounds?!

And besides, what can it lead to?

To new pain for you
and torment for your child?

No, if she still has
a shred of humanity left,

she herself should not
be willing to do this.

And if you permit me...

I shall write to her...

All they want is to insult me!
And to torture my child.

Do they really think
I shall submit to them?!

Never!

She is worse than I.
At least I do not tell lies!

Is it not natural: just to see my son,
since I happen to be in the same city?!

Anna, please understand,
right now in your...

our current situation,

This will be
rather difficult to arrange.

And what exactly is so difficult?

Wait, do you want to go
directly to his house?

They may not let you in...

or - I dread the very thought! -
they may insult you

And besides, you may see
the boy’s father in there.

Anna, if you really
want to see your son so much,

all you have to do is find out
where he goes for his walks.

No, but how can you not see

that just watching my son
take a walk is not enough for me!

I have been looking forward
to this meeting so much,

I have so much to tell him.
I just want to kiss him, to hold him...

He is my child!

And the most horrible thing is that you
seem to treat me meeting with my son

like the least important thing of all.

Anna, how can you say that?!

- I love you, and that means that...
- I know that you will never,

ever be able to understand
the depths of my suffering,

and I know that
I will come to hate you

for the coldness
with which you mention it!

And that is what I fear
most in the world.

So from now on, you will
not ask me any more questions.

About anything
concerning my son...

Can you do that?

Sergei, my love!

- Mama...
- My dear boy!

Mama! I knew it.

It’s my Birthday today.
I knew you’d come.

Why are you crying? Mama?

I’m crying because I’m happy.

I haven’t seen you for so long.
I won’t cry any more.

Well, now it’s time
for you to get dressed.

How do you get dressed
without me? How...

I don’t wash myself
with cold water anymore.

Papa doesn’t want me to.

But what did you think about me?
You didn’t really think I was dead?

- I never believed it!
- You didn’t, my boy?

I knew!

Hey, Mama... what a fall
me and Nadenka had today.

- What?
- It was a great fall!

We fell down the hill, you see...

Yes, I see, dear...

Just imagine, we slid three times
and turned over three times, too!

Anna Arkadievna!
He’s coming.

My sweetheart!

My precious, precious Kutik!

You won’t forget me, will you?

Papa’s not coming just yet.
Please don’t go.

Sergei, my dear...

please love him,
he is better,

better and kinder than I am...

I have done him wrong.

You will judge for yourself
when you grow up.

No-one is better than you!

Oh, Sergei... my dearest...

Dry it off.
Wash and dry it off.

Hands.

One moment.

That’s it.

Hand me the saw.

Here’s the saw.

The mirror.