Mr. Bagheri: If you look at the four seasons, each season brings fruit. In summer, there's fruit, in autumn, too. Winter brings different fruit and spring, too. No mother can fill her fridge with such a variety of fruit for her children. No mother can do as much for her children as God does for His creatures. You want to refuse all that? You want to give it all up? You want to give up the taste of cherries?
Mr. Badii: I don't want to give you a gun to kill me. I'm giving you a spade, a spade.
Mr. Bagheri: When you want to help someone, you have to do it properly, with all your heart. It's better... more just and more reasonable.
Mr. Bagheri: Some things are easier to do than to say.
Mr. Badii: I've decided to free myself from this life.

The seminarian: What for?

Mr. Badii: It wouldn't help you to know and I can't talk about it and you wouldn't understand. It's not because you don't understand but you can't feel what I feel. You can sympathize, understand, show compassion. But feel my pain? No. You suffer and so do I. I understand you. You comprehend my pain, but you can't feel it
Mr. Bagheri: I'll tell you something that happened to me. It was just after I got married. We had all kinds of troubles. I was so fed up with it that I decided to end it all. One morning, before dawn, I put a rope in my car. My mind was made up. I wanted to kill myself. I set off for Mianeh. This was in 1960. I reached the mulberry tree plantations. I stopped there. It was still dark. I threw the rope over a tree but it didn't catch hold. I tried once, twice but to no avail. So then I climbed the tree and tied the rope on tight. Then I felt something soft under my hand. Mulberries. Deliciously sweet mulberries. I ate one. It was succulent, then a second and third. Suddenly, I noticed that the sun was rising over the mountaintop... What sun, what scenery, what greenery! All of a sudden, I heard children heading off to school. They stopped to look at me. They asked me to shake the tree. The mulberries fell and they ate. I felt happy. Then I gathered some mulberries to take them home. My wife was still sleeping. When she woke up, she ate mulberries as well. And she enjoyed them too. I had left to kill myself and I came back with mulberries. A mulberry saved my life. A mulberry saved my life.

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Marge 2022-01-26 08:48:12

In all seriousness, this is actually a fieldwork in the sociology of sex. The male protagonist is S, he wants to find an M, and the M wants to be willing to let him be an S. After meeting a virgin, a cold-hearted, and a more powerful shaking S, he suddenly feels that he can also become an S. an M. So, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, whether you want to be exhausted and control your life, or just be pushed away by reality, this is the real dilemma.
Elinore 2022-01-26 08:48:12

Melancholy to suicide is mostly related to being lost, the soul falling into the dark abyss. The movie does not have a definitive ending, Mr. Buddy lay in the pit with subjective experiences: a full moon flies and disappears in the scattered dark clouds, and suddenly the sound of the army shouting fuck is heard in the darkness. What if people were like soldiers in the army who only had to carry out their tasks without thinking about the way out in life.