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Autumn (1972) dir. by Marcel Hanoun
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Keen sence of autumn. (Part 2) Bad Blood is looking for the way out to soak the black earth. Leaves, scarlet as fresh wounds, as if skin were torn off them, feel most acutely for autumn. And it seems that my heart is no longer beating in my chest, but it is fading. I fall on the asphalt, as if the wind picked me up and left me to die on the side of the road, like other children of autumn. The crows and rooks took pity on me - they pecked out my eyes… And I no longer see how painfully dying October.. I just have to listen to the alarming birds voices and winds lullabies. Cold binds the body and mind. And the rain will not quench our thirst of death. In the mass grave, like the nameless soldiers of autumn, we find peace while our red wounds fade and our flesh blackens with ulcers… … Дурная кровь ищет пути наружу, чтобы напоить черную землю. Листья, алые как свежие раны, словно с них содрали кожу, острее чувствуют осень. И мне кажется, будто моё сердце уже не бьётся в груди, но увядает. Я падаю на асфальт, словно меня, как и других детей осени, подхватил ветер и бросил умирать на обочине дороги. Вороны и грачи сжалились надо мной - выклевали мои глаза… И я больше не вижу как мучительно умирает октябрь. Мне осталось только слушать тревожные голоса птиц и колыбельные ветров. Холод сковывает движения и мысли. И дожди уже не утолят в нас жажду смерти.В братской могиле, как безымянные солдаты осени, мы обретаем покой, пока выцветают наши красные раны, пока чернеет язвами наша плоть…
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