Morte a Venezia
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1:06:00
Hey, enough.
1:06:04
Come on, Daddy.
1:06:10
One more.
1:06:12
Let's see under your chin.
1:06:15
Yes, you love butter.
1:06:16
Darling, I think there's a storm coming up.
1:06:20
I think there's a storm.
1:06:33
A big, black cloud over the mountain.
1:07:06
Mother! Mother!
Look what I've got for you!

1:07:09
Darling, come here quickly!
1:07:11
- Miss, quick, the bathing-wrap.
- Yes, ma 'am, immediately.

1:07:14
Oh, dear! How dirty you are!
1:07:18
The sand is on your face,
in your hair, everywhere...

1:07:23
- Ah, this child...
- Have you brought me the shells?

1:07:26
Do you like them? Are you glad?
1:07:28
Come with me, everybody!
1:07:31
- The shells I found yesterday were nicer.
- Look at this!

1:07:33
It's a lie.
1:07:35
- You're wrong.
- It's so sweet of you.

1:07:37
Look how dirty you are!
1:07:41
Are you cold? Where is this from?
1:07:44
- He is in a fine state...
- I don't know, but...

1:07:46
- He has sand all over.
- There are lots on the beach.

1:07:48
Tadzio, may I have one?
1:07:51
I'll give you one later on, lwonko.
1:07:54
Darling, they're wonderful.
It's very sweet of you.


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