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com Anna Karenina By Tom Stoppard Page 1/189 INT. POKROVSKOE--NIGHT CLOSE--Expert fingers--female, unlovely, capable--shape a small lump of dough which, with some shreds of cabbage, becomes a filled bun called a pirozhok . . . which is now placed on a baking tray to join rows of pirozhoki ready for the oven. CLOSE-- One hand opens the oven, and, mittened by an apron, removes a tray of perfectly baked pirozhoki, which the other hand replaces with the fresh tray . . . slightly burning itself on a knuckle. TITLE OVER: FEBRUARY

1872 POKROVSKOE, KONSTANTIN LEVIN'

S ESTATE

300 MILES SOUTH OF MOSCOW: INT. KITCHEN, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT Agafia sucks her knuckle and checks what'

s cooking on the stove-top. She is the cook-housekeeper. AGAFIA He needs to come in if he'

s to wash himself. A Kitchen Maid at the sink obediently dries her hands on her apron. A dozing dog, Laska, pricks up her ears. EXT. YARD, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT It'

s snowing. The Kitchen Maid, shawled, with a lantern, makes her way across the yard towards the cowshed, a short distance, and pushes open the frozen door. Laska is at her heels, but is made to stay outside. Page 2/189

3 INT. COWSHED, POKROVSKOE, SAME TIME--NIGHT The herd stirs at the lantern light. The bull, Berkut, with a ring through his nose, snorts as the girl goes by. At the back of the shed a cow is calving. Levin is midwifing, sleeves pulled back, blood and slime up to his elbows. He is 34. His steward, Vasili, holds up a lantern. Levin pulls carefully at the emerging forefeet. LEVIN Good girl . . . good girl, Pava. The calf'

s head emerges. KITCHEN MAID (ARRIVING) Agafia Mishaylovna says dinner'

s like to spoil. The calf enters the world like a diver. Levin is feeling great pride and pleasure. LEVIN . . . her father'

s colour. VASILI Worth coming home for, Konstantin Dmitrich! LEVIN I stayed too long in Moscow. The cow nuzzles and licks her calf. Page 3/189

4 INT. DINING ROOM, POKROVSKOE--NIGHT Cleaned up, in a smock shirt, Levin bites hungrily into a pirozhok, talking. He has a book on a book-rest. Agafia ladles soup for him. Three generations of family portraits look down on him. LEVIN . . . She'

s a beauty. That'

s twelve cows sired by Berkut! AGAFIA So one of you is doing what the good Lord made you for. Levin evades, ducks into spooning up soup, finding his place in his book. Agafia goes out. Alone, Levin closes the book and stares into himself. INT. (MOSCOW)-- DAY CLOSE--Expert fingers scrape a cut-throat razor across a lathered cheek . . . and again, skirting luxuriant facial hair on pampered skin. TITLE OVER: PRINCE OBLONSKY'

S HOUSE, MOSCOW INT. OBLONSKY'

S DRESSING ROOM, OBLONSKY HOUSE, SAME TIME-- DAY There is a door to the landing and a door to the bedroom.

5 Prince Stepan Oblonsky-- Stiva to his friends--is

34 and liked by Page 4/189 every- body. A barber comes in every morning to shave him. His valet, Matvey, is older and almost a friend. He holds up an enormous pear. MATVEY What should I do with this? Oblonsky puts the barber on hold to have a look. OBLONSKY Where did you find it? MATVEY In your hat. Your Excellency. Oblonsky thinks about it, lets the barber finish. He stands and removes his dressing gown. OBLONSKY Yes . . . I picked it up somewhere for Daria Alexandrovna and the children. Matvey is ready with Oblonsky'

s shirt, which he puts over his master'

s head like a horse'

s collar. INT. DAY NURSERY, OBLONSKY HOUSE, SAME TIME--DAY There is a sloping lineup of five children, aged eight, five, four, three and two, dressed and brushed for presentation to their mother, Princess Daria Oblonsky, known as Dolly . . . who we now see is heavily pregnant. Stand- ing by is a French governess, Mlle. Roland, and a Nurse. Mlle. Roland is buxom. Page 5/189