1:22:02
The weeds.
1:22:04
' Nothing will remain.
' The fish traps...
1:22:07
' There will be no more summer.
' The canals...
1:22:10
' There will be no more winter.
' The toads...
1:22:14
It's over for you, too!
1:22:17
Get out of the way, retreat!
1:22:20
Sink your boat!
1:22:23
L'm speaking for you, too.
1:22:25
We won't fish perch anymore.
1:22:29
We won't even fish carp.
1:22:32
And the ducks won't fly overhead.
1:22:35
They won't be caught in
the sights of my rifle.
1:22:40
No more coots!
1:22:43
No more flocks of wild geese!
1:22:52
You see, my friends?
1:23:00
This is where life ends
and survival begins.
1:23:05
And so...
1:23:07
...goodbye Lombardo pond.
1:23:09
Bye.
1:23:12
Goodbye, rifle.
1:23:14
Goodbye, river.
1:23:16
And goodbye... Puck.
1:23:26
What a pretty light.
1:23:30
We are all in it.
1:23:33
At that moment I realized that
Puck had spoken for me, too.
1:23:38
I saw myself in him
years from now.
1:23:41
I had the feeling that
even for us,
1:23:44
children of the bourgeoisie,
1:23:45
there was no escape.
1:23:59
' Thanks for coming.
' Shall we call a taxi?