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hwpIs anyone there?
Micol must be up
to one of her tricks!
- Did Alberto or Micol phone?
- Micol.
- What a stupid joke!
- I was only fooling.
Theyre much too well-bred.
Maybe so,
but theyre still not here.
- Is anyone there?
- Yes, Im coming!
- Race you to the entrance!
- Dont leave me behind!
Theyre coming back.
Weve waited so long,
I began to think theyd gone away.
No, the Finzi-Continis
never leave their kingdom.
The house must be
a long way from the gate.
Come in!
Straight ahead.
You cant miss it.
- Whats that?
- A monster!
Does he bite?
With four teeth left,
what can he bite...
except corn mush?
- Hes so damn big!
- He looks like a horse.
I thought the palace
only invited you...
but a lot of us were honored.
We can thank our Fascists
for the privilege.
Nice to see you loving as ever.
Engaged yet?
- When will you be, Giorgio?
- To whom?
Everyone knows to whom.
Been in Ferrara long?
No, about a month.
But I dont get out much,
like Alberto.
- Do you know Micol too?
- No. Whats she like?
Very beautiful: tall, blond...
but unpredictable.
That way!
Here we are!
Come on, Alberto.
Theyre here!
You lunatic-- Ill fall!
Theres our Micol!
There she is!
My brother and I decided
to hold our own tournament here...
since the clubs put us out.
- It may even be more fun!
- Its lovely!
Like the country!
Sorry that the court looks like
an old potato field.
It needs a red clay top
and deeper backspaces.
But to Papa, any land left uncultivated
seems a total waste.
But next year maybe!
Excuse me.
You havent met Adriana Trentini.
Carletto Sani.
And Tonino Collevatti.
- Want to change?
- Are we playing or not?
Let the children play first,
then the champions.
- You can change in the Hte.
- Whats that?
The cabana.
Dont you know German?
Very bad. Learn it at once!
Arent you playing?
Later. I dont feel like it now.
Do you like him?
- Do you?
- Oh, hes not my type.
- Who is he?
- A great friend of Alberto.
Milan, college, love affairs.
He works in industry here.
- How are you?
- Fine. And you?
Fine.
- Did you get your degree?
- In February. And you?
- Me too.
- In Venice?
- Yes, but will they let us graduate?
- I hope so.
Where have you been hiding?
I saw you
at the Venice Cultural Contests.
I knew it was you.
You havent changed.
Why didnt you come over?
It would have been nice.
I dont know.
Somehow, I finally decided not to.
Whats your thesis on?
English. Emily Dickinson.
The th-century American poet.
A fantastic woman.
An old maid like me.
Here we are!
Jor!
Good dog!
Beautiful,
but maybe a bit silly?
Perhaps.
What do you care?
Oh, me...
Ive always liked women
of Gladys type.
Beautiful, stupid,
and sufficiently--
Whorish.
Do you like Ferrara?
Its not nearly as dead
as you told me it was.
Its lively.
Lots of interesting people.
Especially among the proletariat...
in the so-called working class.
But the middle class
I dont care for.
Theyre all of them
more or less Fascists.
Except for you Jews...
understandably...
considering--
But at least the workers
at my place...
are almost all antifascist.
This is nice...
but to think
of being here forever--
You never go out anymore?
No, never.
Anyway, where would I go?
If it were possible to pick the faces
one met on the street...
I would go out.
But whenever I did go out...
I always felt
I was being spied on...
envied.
Whereas here
you pick the faces.
Is that what you mean?
Not exactly.
There are never many of us here.
I never feel attacked.
I know what you think:
that I have no zest for life.
But who can give me that?
My seven old graybeards--
you know what they are?
- Palms.
- Good! But what kind of palms?
I dont know.
GrannyJosette got them
from the Rome Botanical Garden.
Washingtonia filifera.
Why are you laughing?
Youre so ignorant!
I bet you cant tell
an elm from an oak.
Come on, what tree is that?
To me all trees are alike.
I, for one, detest anyone
who doesnt love trees!
That plane tree, for example...
may have been planted
by Lucrezia Borgia!
Imagine!
Its nearly years old.
Lets go.
Oh, a flat tire!
When I was little,
I used to run off.
Not Alberto.
He was always more obedient.
One day,
when Id stayed out too long...
near the Wall of the Angels...
riding on bike handlebars
with a gang of boys...
when I got home,
I found my parents in such despair...
that I decided to be good.
- I never ran off again.
- I thought you only rode with me!
I never invited anyone else
into our garden.
Honestly?
Shall I stop?
Do you remember?
Ten years ago.
You were just a child, Giorgio.
You really must be blind!
What are you doing?
Ive been watching you
for ten minutes.
If you were asleep
and I woke you...
do excuse me.
You have my sympathy.
Sympathy? Why? What for?
- What time is it?
- : I think.
You must be hungry.
Flunked an exam, didnt you?
Did you pass all yours?
I dont know. We private pupils
take orals after you do.
I had mine today.
Relax! Its not important,
repeating an exam!
Yes, it is,
when its the first time.
But its done,
and Im over it now.
You are? Then why d
