Dom durakov
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1:02:12
l've come to take her back home.
1:02:15
- ls he a relative?
- No.

1:02:17
His name's Ali.
1:02:19
He helped us out earlier.
1:02:22
Come and eat with us.
1:02:28
Sit down.
1:02:37
Don't! He never takes his pack off,
even when he sleeps.

1:02:41
What's in it? Dollars?
1:02:43
lt's a secret. l can't say.
1:02:45
Why are you doing this?
She's sick.

1:02:50
l'm not sick. l'm perfectly healthy.
1:02:54
Let's go home.
1:02:56
You want her back in the nuthouse?
1:02:59
lt's not a ''nuthouse''.
lt's our home. That's where we live.

1:03:05
We'll spend our lives here.
1:03:07
Have a drink. We'll talk later.
1:03:10
Come on!
1:03:20
Leave him alone!
1:03:24
They're letters.
1:03:26
They're not letters, they're poems.
1:03:29
Ali is a poet. They're poems.
1:03:37
Ali, don't be angry.
Read them your poems instead.

1:03:42
The storm brings darkness,
the wind howls

1:03:46
Like a beast, like a child
1:03:48
lt howls at everyone
1:03:50
Twisting round tenderly
1:03:53
Like a wanderer lost on earth,,,

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