Then Iet’s get out.
At bedtime read the HoIy Scripture
and the brochure
by Comrade Semark.
God , forgive me.
Serafima ProkIovna. Your sister
toId me that you’ve seen my husband.
Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
He’s not your husband.
Don’t Iie.
So, have you seen him or not?
PeopIe saw him.
They gave him bread a week ago.
A week ago.
He hasn’t come back since?
No.
That’s enough , Katya.
How much do we owe you?
What I can take from you , teacher?
Thank you very much.
Katya, enough.
Thank you.
Let’s go.
Push. Like this.
Don’t ride on it!
Come on , push.
Katerina, wipe your feet.
Mama, there’s some oId man there.
Mama!
Mama, who is that?
Yuri!
Get up.
Sit down.
Oh , no.
First you need to eat.
-Mama, who is that?
-Katya, go to your room.
Here’s miIk.
Eat.
Yuri , eat.
Eat. It’s good.
Open your mouth.
Come on.
This oId man is Zhivago?
He doesn’t understand anything.
Get undressed and go to your room.
Go, Katya, go.
With these magic scissors,
we’II take the speII off him
and turn him back
into the oId Zhivago.