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Come on, it's a beautiful day, but it's

possible that you're never ready.

Maria, we're late.

Go, I'll catch up with you, I can't

find my hat.

Good morning, secretary, always at this time, isn't

it?

When we go out, you come in.

I go to church just got up.

Goodbye, see you tomorrow morning.

Professor, good morning, is it better this morning?

Very bad, always worse, the air stops here

in the middle of the road, I can't

breathe.

But I see you better, much better, did

you do the inspirations as I taught you?

What number are we?

I did, I didn't, miss, I did the

inspirations and the inspirations, but I don't play.

Did you do them in front of the

open window?

In this season?

Look at me, be careful, now I'll show

you how to do it.

One, two, three, and so twenty,

then thirty, every day, until you get to

a hundred.

Ah, thank you, I understand, miss, up to

a hundred?

Yes.

Come in.

Good morning, uncle, I'm here.

I was down for a moment, but ...

I don't want to be disturbed, I have

to do.

I apologize, uncle.

Miss, it's the first time I've seen him.

Give it to me too.

No, wait a minute, calm down, first I'd

like to know where he's going.

Eh, where is he going?

Yes.

If you don't know, come and ask me.

Let's not be so spiritual, you just have

to tell me if they take her to

the station right away, and when she could

arrive, I have the right or not.

Listen to me, if she goes to the

station, she goes to the station, and if

she doesn't go, let her go.

But if I go to the station, I'd

like to know when she's coming.

It's urgent.

But according to, according to where she's going,

you understand?

Torino city.

Eh, Torino city?

But when she wants you to come, as

late as tomorrow, early in the morning, will

she give it to me or not?

I warned you, didn't I?

It's very important.

It's very urgent.

Good morning, engineer.

5 Consulate Square.

Now what?

Ah, it pulls me too much, it hurts

me.

Call the doctor, I have to tighten it.

Don't worry, leave it to me.

I can't even button my shoes.

I'll button it, I'll button it, don't worry.

Ma'am.

Oh, be quiet.

Who is it?

What time is it that you deliver the

mail to the tenants?

Oh, beautiful, the mail arrives at 8, at

noon, at 5.

But I also know who it is, don't

I?

Yes, ma'am, I know it too.

But deliver it to the tenants right away,

because there is a complaint.

And who is complaining?

The mail must be delivered at home as

soon as the recapitulation has taken place.

Since tomorrow, I am very pleased to tell

me who the hell received the mail.

And what time did you deliver it?

Did I explain myself?

But who is complaining?

But what is there to complain about?

Simone!

I arrived, precisely because I wanted to tell

you that now I'm going back.

But what do you have this morning?

San Vito's ball?

Go, and where are you going?

To Via Vanchiglia, for the pigeons.

Oh, well, well.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Commendatore!

But what day is it today?

Tuesday, the 30th, Commendatore.

Call that imbecile again.

The young man, his nephew.

And call him again.

You should tell us something.

You don't even know the days of the

calendar.

He said he was leaving today, because tomorrow

he can't leave the house.

But why now?

Maybe to torment Portinaia.

But what are you saying?

Mr. Commendatore, you have to do something.

Because Angelotti has been here for years.

She's a scared woman, she's always done her

job, and she doesn't deserve to be spied

on.

Poor widow.

Spied on?

But who?

The young man, his nephew.

And since when did we pay the 30th?

It's a personal pleasure, what I'm asking.

Commendatore Celzani, on the second day, closes the

accounting of this area.

And tomorrow, for serious personal reasons, I can't...

But it's not true.

Even if I pay the 30th tomorrow, I

don't pay it.

We're in a hurry.

You heard the Commendatore.

Tell us.

We live without pay for a week.

We're full of debts.

That's why you wouldn't pay in any way.

Good, Administrator.

It's enough for me that you sign what

I write.

But yes.

Write, write, if you like it.

Even if it's a letter.

Because he studied.

Then we sign, right?

No.

Who's signing?

Here, none of us can control.

Yes, it's true.

You have the Zoppo's son.

Malavi with the ears.

He does the second elementary.

He will read it, right?

Right.

As you wish, but you can trust me.

I write simply.

The subscribers, Causa, Siopero, Incorso, and they signed

with the cross.

They are illiterate.

But you shouldn't have accepted such an air

delivery.

It seemed to me that I had to

show a certain understanding.

And poor people.

In Siopero.

We become poor if all the tenants stop

paying.

Oh, by God.

Good Pinuccia.

But you haven't told me yet why you

got on the wrong side going today.

What are you going to do tomorrow so

important?

I'll have to talk to him as soon

as possible.

It's in his right.

It's something closely related to his intuition.

My thing?

It was you, uncle, to invite me to

reflect and not to confuse a natural vocation

for study with the religious vocation.

But what are you talking about?

I don't find you so normal for a

while now.

What happened to you?

I was trying to explain it to you,

uncle.

Leave it, leave it, I'll go.

Oh, the angel.

Excuse me, excuse the disturbance.

No, no, no, for heaven's sake, we're at

the table.

Open, open.

I'm sorry, Commander.

The mail has just arrived.

Here it is, as they told me.

Yes, yes, good, good.

Put it over there.

Enjoy your meal.

But it's not for you, Commander.

But if it's not for me, why do

you bring it to me?

Go, go, I tell you to go.

Let us eat in peace.

Then you tell me.

No, sir, but there is or there is

no control.

But yes, go, go.

I've been here a thousand times.

I've never heard a complaint.

Neither from Madame Ginoni, nor from the Totte

Canaperia, nor from Madame Fassi.

You didn't have to call anyone.

They are reserved things.

Only Totte Pedani is missing.

And I'm going to call him now, just

that he brings us this espresso to the

top floor.

Oh, oh, but what does he want?

What is this story of the complaint?

Nothing, nothing, now I'll tell you the story

of Favane.

You see, I was right.

It's an espresso, it's urgent.

And you, instead of delivering it immediately to

the recipient, you are here babbling.

Go, go right now.

And I'm going, and I'm going.

But it's not even Totte Pedani.

And you don't know who made the complaint.

But then it's true that you have it

up with Angelotta.

What's going on with you?

What's this story that you stick your nose

in other people's business?

Eh, no, no, sorry.

The secret is to pistol first of all.

I'm sorry, uncle, but I wouldn't feel so

much for which.

Excuse me.

But it must be a matter that is

weak in the stomach.

I took you to the seminary.

Barolo or Brachetto?

Barolo, Barolo.

Miss, under his feet, a man burns with

love.

Beautiful among the beauties.

His look has broken a heart.

The awareness of his presence, so close, three

meters and seventy-five, but the stars are

closer, makes a poor human being delirious, who

thought he was invulnerable.

Oh, Valkyria, I'm like the gnomes locked up

in underground caves.

The exercises with the tools are either hygienic

or not, and since the Bauma has proven

definitively that they are, then they are also

for girls.

Do I say well?

Very well.

But where will he be hunted?

What?

I promised the Countess Palazzi Lavaggi that I

would bring her a copy of my article

on the fixed bar, the one on the

new wagon, but it must be on the

desk.

I'll take care of it.

But you haven't even opened it.

The development of the muscles obtained with the

ring gymnastics, for example, is unparalleled.

I have already mentioned in my article this

difference due to the tension that is added

to the weight of the body.

I found it.

But how good you are, if it weren't

for you.

Tomorrow, however, I have to tell Irma to

put things in order.

Who is it?

So, are you coming or not?

It's seven o'clock, we have to fly.

And you make mysteries.

Mysteries, why?

This is not a mystery, then I'll tell

you, it's too late now.

To get to the Alpine Club it takes

at least half an hour.

So, are you coming or not?

No, no, I'm a little tired.

But wait, what are you doing?

Are you going around like that?

The Alpine Club is an elegant place, you

know, and the Countess...

So, what are you doing?

Are you coming right away or are you

waiting for me?

No, no, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting

for you.

In the meantime, put things in order.

Oh!

Him!

Him!

You're a swindler!

But it's not true!

You broke the gate!

Now I'll attack you!

Let me go!

Let me go!

No!

Stop it!

I'll show you!

Enough!

Stop it!

I told you to go to bed, didn't

I?

I already told you!

Yes!

I'll immerse you in the puddle!

Does it bother you?

Yes!

Oh, no!

I just came to say hello.

Thank you.

I'll make way for you.

Hey, I told you to go to bed,

huh?

To bed!

To bed!

I said to bed!

And in five minutes I want to find

you with the light off!

He's a passerby.

A passerby.

You don't know what sadness is with your

neighbor.

Oh, not this.

But every now and then, believe me, comes

a great desire for a little peace.

Make yourself comfortable.

I was afraid it was your friend, Miss

Pedoni.

She often comes, as you know, to find

my husband to ask for advice for her

writings.

My husband helps her, huh?

But she complains to me because she wastes

too much time.

And so now she's over there, writing an

article on this controversy between free-strike gymnastics

and equipment.

That fascinates all of Italy.

But what is it, Miss Dibelli?

You don't feel well?

I'm fine, why?

Nothing, it seemed to me.

It's just that sometimes I feel so lonely.

And why?

With Pedoni you are so friendly, you are

so close, don't you make good company?

How not, huh?

But my friend is very busy with her

work, and now she has other things to

think about.

I don't know anything.

But yes, the secretary, the nephew of the

commander.

But if I tell you I don't know

anything.

Really?

And yet it is a furious passion, all

sensual, I was allowed to say it.

All things based on flame, delirium, stuff like

that.

But what are you telling me, Don Celzani?

Armando?

Armando?

But what are you telling me?

Ah, the secretary, don't you know that I

was convinced that he had his eyes on

her?

I don't arouse such passions, luckily.

Elvira, no, no, no, kids, no.

Go to bed, go to bed, go to

bed.

Listen, but did you know about the secretary

and Miss Pedani?

Big things, passions to the last blood.

The secretary with Miss Pedani?

At the time I simply said that the

secretary has a furious passion for Miss Pedani,

a frenzied passion, sensual, even a little scandalous

if we want to be honest, especially if

you think of a man who studied in

seminary, therefore destined for priesthood, this to say

that he should have more than one other

the head on his shoulders, instead he has

completely lost it, he calls her Valkyria, he

wants her with her hair down.

But how?

That half-sacred man has the face of

falling in love with such a beautiful girl?

Beautiful, beautiful, it's ordinary.

Eh no, she has a beautiful waist, maybe

she lacks a little grace, a little femininity.

Yes, okay, but the skeletal proportions are perfect,

the chest is a wonder, come, come and

tell me, gentlemen, that gymnastics deforms good sex,

but look at her, look at her well.

Ah sure, the opportunity for you is not

missing for sure.

But what do we want to say?

Nothing, I just say that first get married

and leave, it's better.

Miss Pedani will never do such a thing,

because she is a true gymnastic teacher and

a true gymnastic teacher does not have to

get married, she has to keep herself like

a soldier, free, free in the body and

in the soul.

Her mission is not to have children, it

is to straighten the children of others.

It seems that you speak of Giovanna d

'Arco, but do you hear it?

Ah, Giovanna d'Arco, just the secretary can

be so naive, for him a girl of

30 years and one of 15 are all

one, but a woman in 30 years has

done a lot of things, before coming to

Turin, Maria was a teacher in half a

dozen municipalities, I do not know if I

explain myself.

Ah yes, and you knew it, eh?

But I do not know.

Ah yes you know, I realized it from

a piece of this story, with the excuse

of the articles, you also bought the water

of Cologne and I'm here all day working

for his children, I can not take it

anymore, you understand?

I can not take it anymore, here!

I can not take it anymore!

I can not take it anymore!

Oh Lord, no one thinks of me.

And here we are, despite all the obstacles

on the edge of the white peaks, in

view of the majestic Cervino, to which I

brought the greeting of all the women aspiring

to raise their heads curved for millennia on

the frames and on the cradles.

Straightening, for courtesy.

Climbing on the slats is an experience that

cannot be hindered by the absurd inferiority created

in the woman eager to cement herself in

the Alpine sport from the dress that is

imposed on her to keep her in a

condition of inferiority.

I didn't realize I had

played or maybe she was going out.

I lower the gym.

One day I'll have her sign up for

the gym too.

We'll discuss it tomorrow night.

Yes, see you tomorrow.

Am I disturbing you?

No, no.

I'm going to tell my uncle right away.

No, just tell him that tomorrow is the

birthday of my twins.

It's a night of honor at Casa Ginoni

and your uncle will take care of it.

Listen, the preparations stop.

And from tomorrow, if God wills it, there

will be no more talk of the Petit

Montagnard.

I can tell you which piece has been

chosen for next year.

The prayer of a virgin.

Beautiful.

I hope you will honor us this year

too, In your honor, I invited our beautiful

roommates.

It's a shame you didn't come.

Anyway, I signed you up.

This new association can be a very important

thing.

Come on, eat something.

If you don't have a stomach ache or

a headache.

I don't want anything.

I just don't feel like thinking about it.

I'm really hungry.

I have the impression that this new female

alpinism is a bit of a dispersive form,

a bit reserved for an elite.

But already, to get together among us women,

I threw the idea of ​​a volunteer fire

brigade there.

You'll talk about it again.

Oh God, I wanted to try an exercise

before eating.

Did you want to tell me something?

Me?

Yes, before leaving you told me.

Can I tell you about it?

Ah yes, look a little there.

No, no, down there, under the notebook, that

blue sheet.

There is the detailed program on the gymnastics

congress of Frankfurt.

Read, read who is there and you will

feel faint.

Have you read it?

No.

You know very well that I don't care

about gymnastics.

But what does it take you?

Since when?

You always know it very well, you should

know it.

But what you do and what others think,

you're not hearing it.

The truth is that unfortunately we don't have

a common discourse.

It's time to say things as they are

and to plan.

Once and for all, I can't do it

anymore.

I'll be the weapon, don't doubt it.

I don't want to be dependent on anyone.

I leave you with your secrets and Mr.

Baum's tools.

But in Frankfurt there is not only Bauman,

there are also his opponents.

Fjordio Bermanisti, you know.

There are of all tastes.

Kloos, Dannenberg, Niggler, Meller.

But what would I pay to be able

to go there?

I assure you, even a year of life.

Think that Karl Meller, I've never even seen

him in photography.

One, two, pam, pam.

One, two, pam.

Three, four.

One, two, three, four.

At ease!

Miss Ratti, come here.

You too, Miss Roncaldier.

My parents have forbidden me to take it

off.

Mine too.

Young ladies, they do well to obey their

parents and keep their bust during the day.

But not here in the gym.

Here I command.

Finish.

The teachers are asked to go in direction.

All right.

The bust forces the body to unnatural twists

during exercises.

You, Miss, have a defective attack even with

the pelvis.

Tell your parents to come and talk to

me.

Mr. Director.

We wanted to ask you.

Dear colleagues, let me explain.

Circular 765.

Can I speak?

I ask the word.

Can I speak?

Yes, but yes, speak too.

The others are silent.

I am Master Berti of the Camillo di

Cavour Technical Institute.

I am here to inform my colleagues of

an exhibition already signed by about fifty teachers

against Circular 765.

Bravo.

Good.

Right?

The Circular 765, from the moment that gymnastics

has become a subject of compulsory teaching, requires

only an exam for all teachers, a little

theory, a little practice and some lessons that

Miss Pedani kindly agreed to give to the

colleagues.

And we thank the kind colleagues so much,

but we do not support this formality.

The exhibition that we presented to the Minister

touches on the underlying problem.

It is unfair and ridiculous that the government

cares so much about muscles in a nation

of illiterates like ours.

Bravo.

Very good.

But I told you it was a pure

formality.

And I'm explaining that I'm doing a matter

of principle.

So am I.

But don't they see that we have schools

full of pale boys with arms and breasts

like newborns?

But tell me, tell me, in what way

can the fight against illiteracy be compared to

the fight against illiteracy?

But you have to be blind, unconscious enemies

of humanity to declare war on physical education.

Calm down, Miss, calm down.

I do not declare war on anyone, especially

you, who is very good at running, jumping,

doing what you do, in short, and teaching

children.

Well, then?

And then I have 20 years of service.

First at the Ancona competition, silver medal for

teaching, second in the ranking in the Turin

competition.

I am one of the promoters of voluntary

teaching in the evening schools.

And now you come to tell me that

instead of dedicating time to the fight against

illiteracy, instead of spending the evenings teaching the

ABC to the workers, if I want to

be esteemed and make a career, I have

to go to the gym to be the

clown attached to a funeral.

I refuse.

Bravo, bravo.

And I hope that they do the same

and that they sign the petition giving the

government a lesson in civility and dedicating all

the free time to the fight against illiteracy.

Gentlemen, I'm done.

Master Verti perhaps did not understand.

Circular 765 has no other purpose than to

put all teachers in a condition to obtain

a complete diploma, as colleagues will have it

from this year on.

Mr. Verti I will sign your petition and

I am here at your disposal for the

fight against illiteracy.

With so much so much gratitude the soldier

passes the visit to Mass.

For me it's fine but look that teaching

the ABC to adults is not like teaching

it to children.

They are workers often difficult hard.

I know, I know that's what moves me

it excites me.

When you spoke I immediately understood that my

life would have changed from this to this.

A life that is nothing but wasteful until

today but without a real fulcrum dominated by

ghosts of fantasy.

Lovers?

Master It's a young lady.

Of course.

Too bad.

But Master Don't make me understand.

I'm just trying to understand if you're the

right guy for the job that is offered

to you.

You can believe that I am a little

butterfly nothing more nothing less.

I always understood teaching as a mission to

give priority to everything even marriage.

Unless an elective affinity is it?

No?

See you tomorrow.

Bye darling.

Ah, you're here.

Good.

Come, come.

It's only on the third floor and the

steps are low.

Be careful not to touch the wall.

This way.

Be careful not to get wet.

Good morning.

Be careful, it's boiling.

Yes, yes.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Good.

I'll follow you.

Be careful.

Excuse me.

It's on the third floor.

What did he say?

He's lying.

It could have gone worse.

What is this story?

Did they call you to allow you to

do all this climbing up the stairs?

And if you don't call Mr. Pedani what

is this story?

He says it's for you.

Excuse me, you are Yes, the director.

Miss Maria Pedani Piazza della Consolata 5 Interno

6 Purchase of a brass tub type extra

with monthly subscription of two weekly baths.

Miss Pedani Very well.

Did something happen?

Are there firemen?

No, it's all Pedani who brings the hot

water home.

And what do you do with the hot

water at home?

The bath, right?

Is she sick?

No, ma'am, no.

It's a luxury, a modern comfort.

You, ma'am, don't take the bath.

But how is it allowed?

Bad manners.

Listen, but here, gentlemen, the ladles bring the

water and then they come away, right?

Certainly, monsieur.

Here they are.

Do you want me to wash your back?

Good, but first open the window a little.

Eh?

But it's cold.

The fresh air is always good and then

here we die suffocated.

Everything okay?

Perfect.

If we want to go.

No, I suggest you arrive first.

Let's wait a while.

I could go in the meantime.

Are you in a hurry to get bored?

Sit down.

I don't know why I accepted this stupid

invitation.

Sit down.

But last year I was there.

I think so.

I wasn't there.

It would be a good reason not to

go this year and if we missed it.

Maybe you.

But if you allow me, I could...

Well, now I've made the effort to change.

Read me the book of Invernizio.

There where there is the sign.

A chapter alone.

Then we'll go.

Chapter 3.

The lips of death were open and had

acquired a very light pink color.

The light that slipped from the eyelashes of

her had become more brilliant.

What was really going on?

So small.

They have made a lot of progress since

last year.

Can you imagine what it was like a

year ago?

Good, good.

Well, we hope that next year you have

also learned to play.

Good, good.

You have played it really well.

Dad is kidding.

She does it better some days, you know.

Today she had gymnastics.

Poor thing.

Her fingers are a little stiff.

But ma'am, this is impossible.

Gymnastics...

Even the piano teacher says so.

No, no.

Gymnastics...

But Valeria, this evening we can't talk badly

about gymnastics.

For the young lady gymnastics is a sacred

thing and our journalist friend is here to

know this postulate and to have some clarifications

from her.

And I will be very happy to give

it to her.

We need the support of the press in

this moment of controversy.

Let's start by saying that the young lady

is the most proving of the benefits of

gymnastics.

Stop, stop, stop.

Let's not take away the mother nature's merits.

The engineer loves to joke but the topic

is serious, very serious.

I am grateful for your interest and apart

from all the information I can provide you

I will be happy if you want to

attend the first public test that will be

held in our school.

Of course.

I consider myself invited too.

But yes.

Dad, you are a hypocrite.

You hate gymnastics but I love sport.

Did you win a flag at the speed

race?

But no.

You will see, some young women have become

healthy, fast, elegant.

But it is an exciting thing to dedicate

all our youth all our life.

But is it possible young lady that you

don't think about marriage?

No.

I don't think so.

But if by chance I get married my

husband will have to do great gymnastics.

We too buried alive.

In fact, it is not uncommon for a

person to be buried as dead when dead

has only the appearance.

I would have many examples to quote but

only one is enough among the most terrible.

In a city in Italy a beautiful young

woman suddenly due to a heart attack.

Simone!

Here I am, uncle.

I have decided I won't go out anymore.

Help me undress.

I want to go to bed.

Right away.

No, I object.

Dear, tell him that you have more authority.

The young lady wants to leave already.

Really?

You are the clue of the evening.

I'm sorry but I'm thinking.

My friend didn't come and I don't want

her to be unwell.

Well, if that's the case.

So, see you at the trial.

Yes.

Oh, Mr. Secretary so late.

I bring you the excuses of my uncle

who had a slight flu.

Madam.

Thank you very much.

It was a very pleasant evening.

But nothing.

I accompany you.

No, don't bother.

Yes, yes, the stairs are dark and the

door is still open.

If you want.

Secretary Amatissimo.

Good evening.

So, he said that the commissioner.

Yes, the commissioner had.

Dad, I accompany you.

I accompany you.

I accompany you.

I didn't have to stay long.

Secretary.

I accompany you.

No, no, thank you.

Don't bother.

Miss.

Yes.

I will have to put a light here

on the third floor.

It's too dark.

Yes, good.

Ah, yes, well.

Miss.

About my letter of the last 30.

It has nothing to say to me.

One thing alone.

I have to thank you for your good

feelings.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

But Miss.

Nothing more.

No, Mr. Secretary.

Nothing else.

Good night.

Elena!

Good night.

Maria, what happened?

I heard a thump.

Nothing, nothing.

But you, how are you?

Are you not well?

I was thinking, you know, why didn't you

come to the knees?

They were waiting for you.

Waste of time, I now have minutes counted.

There was a journalist, you know, he could

be of help.

I invited him to the trial.

We're making a career.

Did you have fun at least?

The secretary was there?

Maria, I'll tell you, I had a little

thought.

Passed, surpassed, forgotten, annihilated.

But you can know what happens to you?

Secret, mystery.

I can only tell you that I start

a new life tomorrow at the orders of

a wonderful conductor.

The rest tomorrow, after the baptism of fire.

A.

I.

U.

O.

L.

A.

I.

A.

I.

U.

T.

A.

I.

A.

I.

But how good, good, good.

But I see a little hole.

What's missing from that little hole?

Attention, bravo.

Where is the hole?

Missing the U?

U.

See?

U.

What's your name?

Maggia Carlo, 45 years old.

And what does Mr. Maggia do for a

living?

Unloader at the slaughterhouse.

Good, very interesting.

And what's your name?

Canella Giuseppe.

Good evening.

Excuse me, what's your name?

Murroni Giovanni.

Jump window.

Murroni Giovanni, profession?

Apprentice Fabio Ferraio.

Yes, the week of the three Jews.

Well, Mr. Murroni, do you want to write

too, before I delete?

And you, what's your name?

Perotti Mario, 55 years old.

And what do you do?

I work in a concierge.

Good, let me see.

We want to complete a small O.

Tomorrow I hope to bring you some nice

pen and pens for the best.

Mr. Murroni, have you already written?

Now, let's

move on to the reading.

You, Mr. Maggia, do you want to read

here?

The gallant man, even if poor, is

always honored.

He is esteemed by all.

Look a little if it's okay.

Virtue is a prize.

Go away.

Go back in place, disgusting.

It is a prize in itself.

It is the same where it comes with

honest heart.

Why did you tear my notebook?

You can't make a figure like that to

a man.

Look, I could make you regret it.

Let me go, or I'll call for help.

Go.

Stupid.

Help, Mr. Berti, help!

Mr. Berti, help!

Mr. Berti, help!

Help!

What is it?

What happened?

What a fright.

Come in, take a seat.

No, thank you, it's better now.

But what happened?

They disrespected me.

Jane Closses has a drawing.

I can't tell you what a horror.

You absolutely have to change the section.

It's you who can't go, miss, for this

job.

I told you, it's not suitable.

I'm sorry, it's not suitable.

But it's not true.

I, with your help, I mean...

But miss, I can't help you because it's

me who needs help.

For this job, you need a character like

that of your friend Pedani.

Why don't you ask my name if you

want to come in the evening to give

me a hand?

No!

No!

No!

One, two...

Ready?

One, two...

What a thing to say, miss.

One, two, three, four.

It's a shame.

I've never seen such a thing.

One, two, three, four.

It's a shame.

They want to show us where the sun

doesn't shine.

Retrograde and uncivilized.

You are retrograde and uncivilized.

Be careful how you talk.

Be careful you, rather.

Repeat with the vulgarity you said.

If you have the courage.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Come away.

Come away with me.

It's a shame.

Enough.

It's a shame.

One, two, three, four.

Well done.

You did well.

One, two, three, four.

We are the singers of Paris.

I ask you to be silent.

Whoever shows himself in public must accept criticism.

I protest.

The parents of the children can come in

after the test.

That's what we'll do.

Thank you for letting me come.

I'll get a good article out of it.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

But these are preparatory exercises for the military

career.

And the teacher is a good brigadier.

First of all, you don't allow yourself.

Second thing, with that face there.

You have to.

No, leave me, engineer.

Leave me.

Calm down.

No, please.

Leave me.

One, two, three, four.

Oh, dear secretary.

But you amazed me.

I was expecting everything.

But you came to applaud.

One, two, three, four.

Oh, dear secretary.

You're in love with Miss Pedani.

And I didn't think about it, but you

can be more stupid.

You're in love.

Me?

It's a facet that doesn't stand.

I don't expect...

No, no, let's take the lower one.

I understand the discretion, but how bad it

would be.

I'm your good friend and I can also

give you some good advice.

And I'm a gallant man and I respect

affections.

One, two, three, four.

Well, yes.

It's true.

It's at the right time.

Long live sincerity.

And...

And how are we going?

How much correspondence?

Not too good, I would say.

Bad, engineer.

Very bad.

In fact, if I really have to tell

you, I didn't understand anything.

Hmm.

Okay.

But don't be discouraged.

I know women a little and I think

I understood the character of the young lady.

She's one of those...

Mimes, if I may compare.

They have the long and hidden fang that

burns for a long time without being seen.

Then, when you don't expect it, boom, they

explode.

Here, you have to do like Pietro Micca.

You say Pietro Micca?

Yes, Pietro Micca.

But Pietro Micca, he's the one who exploded.

But Pietro Micca, I say so as to

speak, because you do the court for good

reasons.

Is it true?

Me?

I wonder.

For good reasons.

I have serious intentions.

But that's exactly what we say.

I don't know who thinks so.

Yes, sir.

Okay, but for good reasons.

Of marriage, that is.

Is it written or not?

No.

But when a man says to a young

lady that she lives alone and free...

But precisely because she lives alone and free.

But we are practical, secretary.

You don't have many arrows on your bow.

What the hell did he write to her?

For good reasons.

My God.

But then he would have thought...

But secretary, where are you going now?

Go get a jacket.

Come on.

Oh, sorry.

Excuse me.

I need to talk to you, uncle.

Me too.

You're rude.

I'm done.

I apologize again, but in a hurry I

forgot to knock on the door.

What I have to tell you, I have

to tell you officially.

It's been a long time since I've seen

a woman here.

In this house.

Yes.

But unfortunately, I think she understood through my

intentions.

More than honest.

Honest, I hope.

But you want to explain it to me.

You're right, uncle.

And that's why I came to talk to

you.

Since my parents are dead and you would

be like my father.

Yours?

Me?

I intend to marry her.

And that's why you should ask for her

hand.

So you're really crazy.

And since when do you have this beautiful

idea?

A long time ago.

From the first time I saw him, I

nourish my feelings.

I thought about it, I wrote a letter.

By mistake, I did not formally call his

hand.

So who knows what he thought, poor thing.

And why do misunderstandings and misunderstandings not arise?

It's good that you, uncle, make the request.

As for the rest, it takes time.

As Engineer Ginoni says.

We have to deal with a woman from

the long mitch.

And you have to act like Pietro Micca.

Enough!

I took you with me in this house

because you were a good young man.

Honest.

Orderly.

Without grills for the head like so many

young people today.

I know, uncle, but love...

Love is blind, but there is a limit

to everything.

I prevent you from such madness.

I'll have that love letter you wrote returned

to me from the doorman.

Angelota?

Sorry, sorry, sorry, uncle.

But what did you understand?

I wrote to Miss Pedani.

It is you that I want to marry,

with your permission.

Oh, well.

But if you want to marry Miss Pedani,

why are you always on the doorman?

Look, I observe in the care of your

interests, uncle.

Miss Pedani, I said.

Miss Pedani is a beautiful girl, there is

nothing to say.

Even too beautiful.

You are 30 years old, but you look

like a young man.

But Miss Pedani, by chance, leaves a lot

to be desired.

And then, these young teachers who, before coming

to Turin, have toured half a dozen municipalities.

I remember a story of the company of

the Bersaglieri.

The Bersaglieri, with Miss Pedani?

No, it's a story of many years ago.

But it could...

Eh, the Bersaglieri.

It's a piece of girl like Pedani.

For heaven's sake, before I take a step

like the one you ask me, I want

a lot of information.

Where is the girl from?

From Brescia.

Very well.

I will do as you command, although I

am sure that...

Sure of what?

Sure with women?

You can already be the physicist of the

Cornuto.

I'm sorry if I'm wrong.

What do you think?

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Shall I accompany you?

No, no, don't bother.

I'm going slowly.

My friend can't come down.

Usually she takes care of these things.

There's a mistake.

Where?

No, no, I'll do it right away.

Miss.

How is your running water?

Good, thank you.

If you need anything, don't hesitate.

We're here.

No, no, nothing, thank you.

The receipt, please.

Miss.

I know this is not the place for

me, but there are feelings that an honest

man must really...

No.

You have to say everything.

It's also a duty to listen.

But Mr. Secretary...

Never, never, never from the first moment.

Maybe you didn't understand.

Always an honest feeling.

God sees and judges.

The purpose is holy.

Even if I didn't write it, now I'm

telling you.

No, Mr. Secretary, I had understood your letter

and I thank you again.

Miss.

Your hand, a single word.

Tell her my sentence.

I have decided to remain free for my

occupations.

I have no vocation for marriage.

I'm 27 years old and if I had

had other inclinations at this time...

In short, I can't find better sentences.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's all.

Do you want to help me with the

receipt?

Oh no, miss.

No, no.

But for whom did you take me?

For one like the others?

No, but...

I love her.

But well, well, seriously.

I can't see anything else but her.

How can you live like this?

But Mr. Secretary...

What do you do to me if you

want to be free?

You'll be free as long as you want.

What would I be?

A master?

I would be your servant.

Nothing more than a master.

Without a claim, without anything.

Only the joy of being under your feet.

Is it possible that you make me tremble

like this?

Don't tell me to...

Stop!

Mr. Secretary, what I think, I told him.

You will find another that will correspond to

your affection as it deserves.

But I don't.

But in short, let's make a reason, that's

enough.

It's better that I go now.

But where are you going?

Give me the receipt, please.

But the tube of running water.

Don't tell me it's a definite refusal.

Oh God, great.

Mr. Celzani, these things are not done with

me.

They are not done.

It has been said once and for all.

Yes, once and for all.

Never again.

Do you understand?

Never again.

I lower the gymnastics.

Oh, my secretary.

Pinuccia, some water, quick.

Oh my God.

Secretary Amatissimo, come on, come on.

What did you do?

Come on.

Come on.

Pinuccia!

But what is it?

Pinuccia!

But what a fury.

Not even to go on fire?

Come on, come on.

But what is it?

Oh, finally.

He understood the motive very well.

There was no misunderstanding.

Calm down.

Good.

Calm down.

Drink, drink.

It's over.

But no, don't say that.

Don't be so pessimistic.

No, I was saying the water is over.

Oh yes, of course.

Oh, Benedetto, it's better now.

Oh, secretary Amatissimo, you had too much pressure,

do you understand?

I agree, I told you about Pietromicca, but

she is a girl who must be taken

in a certain way.

Come on.

I'm up here.

Save me.

Come on.

Let's take him all together.

Come on, let's go.

Save me.

But who sent him up there?

But who is he?

Who knows him?

He's a new one.

But who let him in?

Come here.

Come fast.

That cloth is small.

It's robust, at least.

Come on, get down.

Attention.

Slowly.

So here.

What should I do?

Throw myself down?

Let yourself fly, at ease.

Listen to her.

Who gave her permission to do the rescue

work?

No one.

Are we

late?

Does anyone want to try?

Oh, the steel horse, the hippo.

Be brave.

Me?

Oh God, I don't think I have the

right outfit.

And then, I'm afraid.

Oh, don't be afraid.

I'm here anyway.

Try it, you'll have fun, I'm sure of

it.

I'd love to see her smile and to

be the artist of this miracle.

Really?

Yes.

You move me.

Well, I want to try.

Yes, good.

Come closer.

Don't leave me.

Hold the skirt.

I'm afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Oh, how high.

I'm afraid.

Maria, I'm going by bicycle.

I'm going very well, without hands.

Oh God, help me.

But I'm back here.

You go away now.

But it's not for us today.

And for whom?

No, no, no, leave it, there's a mistake.

No one takes a bath here today.

Excuse me, no mistake.

Piazza della Consolata 5, Interno 4.

Commendatore?

But what does the commendatore take a bath

now?

But you'll read.

Don't be angry, it's for me.

For who?

Yes, ma'am, for me.

Don't stick your nose, you would have something

the other way around.

Miss, go ahead, go ahead.

It's beautiful to let go of your thoughts,

your sorrows.

Will you lend it to me?

I'll bring it back right away.

Maria, tell your father that he'd better say

goodbye to that journalist friend of his.

Maria!

Read!

Gymnastics and exhibitionism.

What are you saying?

You know the stuff.

Watch out for the tram.

Stop it, it's never been up on a

bicycle before the hour.

Maria!

Watch out!

What are you doing in the middle of

the road?

What, Adelaide?

Look, a woman on a bicycle.

Oh, but it's not possible.

Where is she going to end up?

But where?

Where is that scoundrel?

Let me through.

I demand an explanation for this stupid attack

he has published.

I know he's here and if I find

him, let me through.

Ah, there he is, Mr. Cecconi.

Don't be a coward, don't hide, don't run

away, come here.

What can I do for you, Miss?

You have children?

Two, almost three.

And you don't care about the health of

your children?

You want them with asymmetrical shoulders, chubby breasts,

prolapsed abs, crooked knees?

But for heaven's sake, Miss, I'd like them

to grow up as beautiful as you.

So, how dare you speak ill of gymnastics?

I demand a column in the front page

to publish my answer to your stupidity.

Yes or no?

Yes.

All right, I'll come back after school to

write the article.

I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, but,

but I had an accident with my bike.

I'm sorry.

So, shall we start right away?

For two, please.

Do you still remember the other lesson?

That's it, good, good.

Today, we'll start with the attention position.

The attention position consists of jumping, joining the

heels, the stiff legs, the tips of the

feet together, the hands along the thighs, with

the thumb adhering to the seam of the

trousers.

And where is the seam of the trousers?

I can't find it.

Yes, even women should have trousers.

So, shall we try?

Attention, head up, chest out, side right, right,

no, no.

He said right.

If I look at you giving orders and

you say right, right is his.

No, teacher, no, it's not like that.

If I say right, it means his right

side.

It must be, but it's not logical.

Forward, march, good, one, two, right, one, two,

good, one, two.

Oh, what a

coincidence, I was reading your article.

It was good of you to make it

clear to that journalist.

And I didn't finish.

Good, I agree 100%.

But, it's enough to have some common sense.

How can you write that in women's gymnastics

the equipment must be abolished?

What would gymnastics be reduced to?

A children's game.

Gymnastics also has a school of courage.

Right, anatomical function, pedagogical function, individual function,

collective function, civil function.

I'm not saying that all equipment are recommended,

there is no need for them.

But, the inclined plane, the equilibrium axis, the

canals, the horse, the parallels, only the life

raft.

But, don't tell me that you are also

one of those who consider the life raft

dangerous?

Me?

For God's sake, no, only the life raft

I mean, it would be enough to show

the educational of gymnastics.

Ah, that's right, think that there are some

followers of the modern age.

it seems incredible.

I'm happy that you think it like me.

Of course, I think it like you.

One, two, one, two, three, 11, 15, 18,

19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26,

27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34,

35, 36, 41, 43,

44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50,

51, 62, 63, 64, 65,

66, 77, 78, 79,

80, 81, 82, 91, 92,

93,

94,

95,

96,

You'll never go.

From now on, you're coming too.

But how do I do it?

With what I have to do in these

days?

Change your airs.

Do it well.

All right, all right, I'll go with you.

But I'll only be there for half an

hour.

Do you understand?

Thank you.

And now.

No, but no.

But what are you doing?

But why for a moment?

The cold shower.

But you get up.

No, instead.

On the contrary.

No, why?

Help!

Are you on the thorns?

If you want to go home, don't compliment.

See you at dinner.

Yes, I prefer.

So do my greetings and my apologies.

Good morning.

But you're still here?

I saw Secretary Cenzani in a canoe suit.

It's not possible.

There?

Yes.

But where is it?

You dreamed it.

I don't know, I would have sworn it

was him.

So bye.

Excuse me.

Canoemen!

Hey!

But you know I was just about to

go up to her.

From me?

Look what I happened to find in a

drawer.

If you allow me, miss, to offer it

to you with all my heart.

Meller?

Yes.

Oh, how nice.

But you know it was missing in my

collection.

But it's just for me.

Hey, if I tell you that I offer

it to you.

But yes, ok.

Thank you.

But I am an admirer of Meller.

He is a gymnast who understood the value

of studying anatomy.

Anatomy, anatomy.

Without anatomy you can't know the physiological value

of exercises.

I'm sorry, miss, but I have to let

you go.

I have to go.

Ah, can I ask you then a favor?

Yes, yes.

If you want to make me happy to

the end.

Give it to my maid so it doesn't

dry out.

I'm in a hurry too.

And thank you again.

I found it for you.

If you allow me, I'll give it to

him.

Et voilà.

It's Meller, the real German type.

Just look at the structure of the skull,

the mouth.

It's really Meller.

Looking at him, wouldn't you say he's a

famous gymnast?

All right.

Won't you ever say a good word to

me, miss?

Will you always be so indifferent to me?

Mr. Ginoli.

But I'll have a heart.

I love her, you know?

I love her.

You're a shame.

I'm crazy about her.

How dare you?

But she's cruel, you know.

I can't help but dream of her.

Give me a kiss.

This is an ignoble scoundrel.

A kiss.

Who can you see?

He's an ignoble scoundrel.

What are you doing here?

Aren't you here to rescue the prisoner?

Ignoble!

Wait a minute, a paladin of France.

And keep your hands to yourself.

And keep your mouth shut.

I'll get you in no time.

No, no, Mr. Secretary.

Look, I'm capable of giving you a couple

of smurfs, right?

If it weren't for the respect I have

for your father.

At this hour, I...

This has nothing to do with your father

or your mother.

It's been 20 years since I've had a

heart attack.

Tell me something.

Are you one of those secretaries who fight

or not?

Yes, sir.

They fight.

Very well.

You'll soon have the honor of seeing me

again.

Look, Mr. Secretary.

What do you want?

Nothing.

I thought I heard a bang.

No bang.

Go.

Please, miss.

The road is clear.

No, Mr. Secretary.

I thank you.

But...

But I beg you not to put too

much weight on...

The right weight.

The right weight.

Follow me, miss.

I'll give you a note that you'll personally

deliver to Engineer Ginoni.

Do you have a piece of paper or

something to write on?

What's this mess?

Can you tell me where my nephew is?

Vinicius!

Get them out of here!

Go!

As soon as my nephew gets back, send

him to me.

Look, no one's sending us away.

I said, go now!

In short, can you tell me what you

want from me?

Do you want me to give you permission

to infiltrate a man or maybe to make

you infiltrate?

And would you like to have my blessing

in addition?

Do you want the Pope's dismissal to commit

a mortal sin?

Go on, go on.

I'm thinking.

With humility you must get rid of the

mind and the heart of this insane passion

that is ruining you.

And remember that if you fight in a

duel, if you don't communicate, you'll be sentenced.

And if you die, you go straight...

To hell, I know.

Something's wrong.

They're both out of touch.

But that woman is the devil.

The other one told us.

But Portinaia told me.

I demand satisfaction.

He answered us that he had taken the

honor.

And he even gave up two smurfs.

But it's a shame.

That pedant over there.

It's all his fault.

But what can she do?

If two idiots want to get rid of

each other, huh?

Yeah, right.

You're always ready to take the defense of

that one, huh?

But the commander doesn't know.

And engineer Ginnoni allows his son to be

a companion beast.

Ah, good morning.

Since when do you spend all day out

of the house without letting us know why

or how?

What's this story I hear?

What story?

The secretary.

Did you question him?

We questioned him.

He's an idiot.

I wouldn't want you to be either.

In short, how did it end?

It's over.

And this?

At first.

But now it's over.

Without a hitch?

Without a hitch.

Where are you, Giulio?

Ah, you're here.

He says he's been looking for the secretary

several times.

If you want to talk to him, now

is the time.

Oh, thank you, dear.

But it's not so urgent anymore.

I'll come by tomorrow.

All right.

Do you know what color his eyes are?

The young Ginnoni?

But I don't know.

Blue, brown.

I don't know and I don't want to

know.

Why?

It's because...

It's because I do.

And if I could give you some advice,

if I were you, I would go to

him as little as possible.

What are you saying?

Have you gone mad?

What I said.

Did you talk about me to Alfredo, to

the engineer Ginnoni?

I heard he came to you.

What do you think?

I didn't ask you anything for...

Envy!

But stay calm.

Accepting to beat me, I would have given

you much more than a useless life, because

it deprives of the sun and its love.

I would have given you, perhaps, the eternal

salvation of my soul.

Hell, miss, doesn't scare me.

Help him take off his jacket.

The jacket.

I'll do it myself, secretary!

Who called you to give me a hand?

The sleeve.

What's wrong with my sleeve?

You'll rip it off and take off the

neck.

The neck?

With this cold?

Gentlemen, before the fight, I have the obligation

to invite you to reconciliation.

Do you want to reconcile or not?

No, sir!

Neither do I.

Come closer to the center.

On guard.

To the emissary.

Tell me, shall we attack or not?

Let's attack.

Well, here.

Dad, this is a matter of honor.

He threatened to beat me.

He threatened you, I'll give it to you.

Come on, go home.

But I want my satisfaction.

But I am surprised that love has emptied

your brain so far.

Are you crazy, here in your head?

Go, go, your satisfaction will be from your

uncle.

I'll take care of it, don't worry.

But how?

It was you who told me how I

should behave.

As a man and not as a buffoon.

Nor as a criminal.

Nor as a moron.

Line.

The minister.

And who knows what happens.

You'll see.

The minister.

He says there's also the minister.

And this time it's a serious matter.

The minister is the provider.

And why?

An unexpected inspection.

The knots come to the breast.

Just like that?

There's the minister.

And for all that stuff that came out

in the press.

The article on the sage, the answer of

the pedant.

And I'm in the pedant's classroom.

Yes, of course.

Too much ambition.

Too much desire to put on a show.

Those who jump too high, fall often.

Very precipitous, evolving.

Poor Maria.

I'm going to hear.

Attention, girls.

Ready?

Let's go.

Come on.

That's all right, miss.

We've seen enough.

On the ground.

Attention.

Indeed, miss.

You defend the cause of gymnastics with solid

arguments.

We can go.

They're coming out.

They're coming out.

Well, how did it go?

All right.

I have the impression that even the minister

likes gymnastics.

Ladies and gentlemen, at the upcoming National Pedagogical

Congress, it will be about physical education in

schools.

I am grateful to inform you that I

will be in charge of the official relationship

to a teacher of this institute, to Miss...

What's her name?

Pedani.

Oh, yeah.

To Miss Pedani, who has shown that she

knows how to defend not only in the

gym, but also on the press the prestige

of the new cathedral.

Long live Italy!

Congratulations.

Thank you.

How did you do it?

Not even a scratch.

We were surprised.

It's all to start again.

Oh, it's just a restart.

There was no reconciliation.

Never!

Well done.

So you have all the time to train

with the saw.

Really?

I really don't feel it today.

No.

You have to react.

You have to react.

Well done.

Keep going.

Do you really feel like going alone?

Don't compliment me.

No, no.

I'm fine.

Good morning, sir.

Worse than the devil, isn't it?

What a shame.

Oh, God!

What happened?

Did you fight?

Engineer Ginoni told me that...

He fell in the gym.

In the gym?

Why?

To the rescue.

It's a passion of mine.

Oh, this one.

You make me so sad.

No, no.

No, I'm sorry.

Don't believe me.

Oh, sir.

Poor Italy.

I'm sorry.

Miss, for the last time, I would like

to ask you...

Do you always have the same idea?

Yes.

Always the same idea.

Irremovable?

Yes.

Good morning.

Cerea.

So...

There's nothing to do in the pipe of

the drinking water.

No, Mr. Celzani.

There's nothing to do.

My respects.

Maria, is that you?

Have you become too important to answer?

No, I'm thirsty.

I'm hungry.

Good morning, miss.

Good morning, Irma.

I'm leaving, miss.

You know, Irma, that the minister went to

the gym to visit the miss.

An honor that neither I nor you will

ever receive.

Is it true?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

Now go, it's late.

Is everything on the table?

Thank you, thank you.

Could we invite someone tonight to celebrate the

event?

People from here, from home?

Oh, no.

As long as you agree.

But...

Do you really think it's the case?

With all that has happened?

But why?

What happened?

Well, the secretary and Alfredo Ginoni challenged each

other in a duel, which, fortunately, was not

done, but I don't think it's the case.

The secretary, Alfredo, a duel?

But why?

Alfredo Ginoni was playing dead, and the secretary

challenged him.

I don't know anything, tell me.

Then the secretary broke his head, poor thing.

But in the gym.

Did you ever know he went to the

gym?

But what are you saying?

Explain yourself.

With whom was the young Ginoni playing dead?

But with me.

Damn, I've been trying to make you understand

since yesterday.

But no.

But yes.

Him too.

Enough, enough, enough!

I can't take it anymore, I'm leaving!

Elena!

I'm tired of being judged and laughed at!

Elena, don't do that.

I can't take it anymore!

Elena, it's not fair!

Enough!

I'm leaving!

Enough!

Elena, it's not fair!

I threw you out of the seminary.

I gave you a house, a position.

I've also digested the nonsense you've been doing

since you had the malicious idea of running

after that girl's underpants.

You make all the wrong calculations, you don't

understand anything anymore.

All the tenants are protesting.

And now you come out with this clowning

of the duel.

And you even went to break your head

to do gymnastics.

I'm fed up with it.

I'm fed up with it.

A scandal, that's my thing, no.

I'm telling you, get out of there!

If you're drunk, take care of yourself.

I'll pass my bills to the lawyer Claveri,

who's a serious person.

You, but only if you do it right,

you can stay here at home, eat and

sleep.

I'm not putting you on the sidewalk, but

if you do it right!

Did I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

But don't worry about me.

I'm going with my feet.

Are you going?

What are you doing here?

This is no longer life.

It's just a torture.

The lady, duly questioned, said she doesn't want

to know about me anymore.

Neither now, nor later.

And for me, to see her under my

eyes...

You understand, Mr. Zio.

I'm going to San Martino.

And where do you want to go?

Far away.

Very far away.

To Genoa.

And maybe I'll go to America.

Or maybe to Novara, where my cousin is.

I thank you for everything, Mr. Zio.

And don't make a scene for me.

Balengo.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, you're here too.

Yes, this first congress is very interesting.

Good morning.

Now let's see how it ends.

I'm afraid his career is at stake.

In gymnastics as a science, a woman's brain

can't work.

She has to do a subordinated job.

Execute, and not do it in her head.

Worse for her.

Maria, come here.

Here I am.

Good morning.

You don't know me.

I'm a teacher at Caserta, Enza Scivolone.

Maria Pedani, Brescia.

Nice to meet you.

Bara Costanzi.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I'm happy for your article on the new

wagon.

Thank you.

Sit here.

We'll talk later.

Gentlemen, the authorities.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

In this congress, the problems of education will

be debated.

And in full democratic freedom, the opposite trends,

the opposite points of view can be compared

to that supreme good which is the education

of our youth, that is to say, the

future of our young country.

Bravo!

Bravo!

We finally protest for the waste of money

and energy which the government has requested for

the dissemination of gymnastics in a country like

ours, a country that still has a high

percentage of illiterates.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Excuse me, is Miss Pedani here?

No, she's out.

But how come it's a party today?

Excuse the disturbance.

Don't you know what time she'll be back?

Who knows?

No, because I was going to...

I don't know.

There's the congress.

As soon as the congress ends.

The congress?

The congress is over.

The young people apply themselves to the study

and reserve their energies for the natural and

noble gym that is the military service.

Bravo!

Bravo!

You are a third of the balance of

the Kingdom of Italy which is destined for

the armed forces.

The sphere of gymnastics.

We intellectuals throw our passionate cry of alarm.

Now the word to Miss Maria Pedani.

Go Maria!

Courage!

Support us!

Ladies and gentlemen.

The mandatory instruction has now existed in Italy

for ten years.

But it doesn't take ten or twenty years

to erase the rubbish of centuries.

Now I ask you.

Do we have to wait for illiteracy to

disappear from our country before we can take

care of the physical health of our people?

Well done, Maria!

Right!

Well done!

The only city in Berlin spends half a

million a year for gymnastics.

The entire Kingdom of Italy, half.

England spends even more than Germany.

Where are you going?

Are you an authority?

No, sir.

Are you a professor?

No, sir.

Then go to the audience.

Yes, sir.

Long live gymnastics!

The denigration that is unleashing against gymnastics is

annoyed by ignorance, national infringement and above all

the conservative defense obsessed with moral and social

ideas of which the rest of the world

is doing justice.

Revolutionary!

Yes, good result.

Turin, which was the cradle of gymnastics, will

be its grave.

Why should the care of the body be

allowed only to train soldiers?

Well done!

Well done, Maria!

She's right.

Let's open our eyes, colleagues.

The world is moving forward, whether the elderly

like it or not, and the conservative reactionaries.

A new education, physical and moral, will save

humanity innumerable pains, will undo a thousand vices

and a thousand mental tortures.

We must have faith and believe irrevocably that

it is to open, indeed, that a new

era has already opened up in the history

of humanity, a conception of life that will

remake the world.

Bravo, I confirm that you have magnificent arguments.

Thanks.

What clowns, clowns.

Even the minister now, but what does that

damn thing?

Thank you, thank you.

I spoke very well.

You were so good that I do not

know how to congratulate you.

It was a real triumph.

And you have helped me, let's go together

to celebrate.

No, no, I'm very tired, thank you, but

come on, we're sorry to leave you alone.

You live alone?

No, yes, yes, now I live alone, I

prefer, then good evening, good evening.

Jesus, what time is it?

Where are we going?

This evening we go to Rosaschino.

Who is it?

Here, I wanted to give you...

I came to say goodbye.

Forever.

I'm leaving.

I'm going to...

I'm not going anymore.

God is great.

God is great.