:44:05
Michelangelo.
:44:12
Put this on her head.
:44:17
Or they won't dare fire.
:44:43
My brothers!
:44:46
My brothers!
:44:49
My brothers!
:45:11
You have something to say?
:45:13
l'd like to recite
a wonderful fable by Mayakovsky.
:45:16
Never mind!
:45:18
This can't be Death.
:45:20
Why would she hang about here?
:45:23
Aren't you ashamed
to believe in a fable?
:45:26
Someone has a party...
:45:28
creates a carnival...
:45:31
invents this killing...
:45:35
as he blinks his eyes.
:45:39
She is charming,
but like the cannons.
:45:43
The gas mask
is but a simple toy.
:45:46
See?
:45:50
ln her careful course...
:45:53
she measures the heavens.
:45:59
Has Death slipped
on the floor of the sky?