Word: bier
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...mile-long funeral procession at Mantua, Nuvolari's bier rested on a flag-draped car chassis, pushed by some of modern racing's greatest names-Alberto Ascari, Luigi Villoresi, Juan Fangio. They buried II Maestro's scarred body, its bones marred by countless fractures, in his gay racing togs, his favorite detachable steering wheel at his side...
...final sequences take on epic proportions as the weapons carrier on which Gandhi's body lies is slowly pulled for five hours by men with ropes through a surging crowd in the streets of New Delhi, while planes shower his bier with rose petals. Then, after his body has been burned on a funeral pyre of bricks and sandalwood sticks, the ashes are scattered on the sacred waters where the Jumna and Ganges meet. One brief, vivid shot shows most of the material possessions that the frail little man in the white loincloth left behind him: sandals and spectacles...
...very interesting photograph . . . Beria and Malenkov, at the forefront, are merely grasping the bier handles, almost at arm's length, while Molotov is clearly out of step . . . Could it be that some unseen slaves, hidden behind the "bier curtain," are doing the real work...
...Stalin were placed. In sallow, impassive dignity, Stalin's body lay in the glare of spotlights, the huge grey head resting on a silken pillow, the chest of his simple, military tunic adazzle with medals and ribbons; others glinted on a pillow laid at the foot of his bier. Through the great hall floated the sickish scent of massed flowers, from Peking and all the conquered capitals of Eastern Europe, from Communist Parties all over, from Stalingrad and Stalino and Stalinabad and Stalinogrosk...
...heirs themselves-Premier Georgy Malenkov, Lavrenty Beria, Vyacheslav Molotov, Marshal Bulganin, Lazar Kaganovich-stood the first honor watch at the bier. Then the huge doors were thrown open. For 60 hours, the men, women & children of Moscow marched in to gaze, in awe, in curiosity, or in grief, at the powerful little man so few had seen in life...