Csontvary Page #3

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Neither cheerful nor sad ones.

It's over!

I've already said everything.

I can't imagine any more roles.

- What do you want to do?

- To live.

To live!

Of course...

Living isn't

the most important thing for man.

What then?

What then?!

I will come to your institute.

I will live here.

You want that?

Are you so afraid of

writing a biography?

- I will help you.

- Anna, listen, I will move here.

This garden is so beautiful.

And I won't disturb you.

What do you need more?

Caretaker or patient?

Rather you move in

with your mother!

At least pay her a visit!

She's writing to me

asking about you!

My mother...

wrote you...

- Of course, you didn't answer.

- But yes, I did.

I answered.

I replied that I didn't

see you in a long time.

I don't know where you are,

what you do, whom you live with!

Don't get scared,

it's not what I wrote.

But that you are well

and you work a lot.

And I mentioned...

you took up the violin again.

Once again you

find joy in the instrument.

You haven't played

in such a long time.

But you're fiddling once again.

But it's unenjoyable.

Caress me.

God forgives.

That's his job.

Eat!

Dear Flori!

Well?

A little bit more!

We...

lunatics...

still have eyes!

Unfortunately, nature

compensates with animal nature,

making our bodies deplorable

oftentimes a serious burden.

But, in fact,

it's like this since Giotto

who was a sickly man.

And let's think of Rembrandt -

the toothless laughter

of that old lion

how majestic!

His head in bandages

and palette in hand...

he laughs.

- Smoking isn't allowed here.

- I didn't want.

Magdus!

Turn around!

Try to eat a spoonful of soup.

If you have finished eating,

you may go for a walk in the garden.

What a biography writer he is!

Eat!

All right, come on, come on!

Who has finished - go outside.

Take a nice stroll.

You unlucky one...

Hold on! Hold on!

How should I start... oh yes!

- I'll try.

- I haven't played in a while.

I haven't played

in the last 15 years.

Even more 30 years.

Lunchtime!

Get inside! Everyone!

Get inside!

Get inside!

Come!

Get inside!

- Peace be upon you.

- Peace.

So aged is the world.

Man is a reasonable being.

Still, he may only create

his grand works

if he doesn't count

and doesn't ponder

In order to

win back his childishness

he must exercise for years

the art of forgetting about himself.

Who succeedes in this

will be able to think and...

not think, in the same time.

He's like the rain

falling from the sky

or waves chasing

each other at sea.

Your biggest worry is expropriation.

What do you mean by that?

I just imagine it.

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

Who do you love...

Come here, children, come.

Friends! Brothers!

Come here, all of you!

Don't be shy!

Come!

Drop by!

Enter!

Come and see!

You are my witnesses -

to find out, understand and

believe me when I say

that I am the one.

Before me, God didn't trust creation

upon man - and won't ever do it again!

Behold!

This world

in which we live in

was created by a

great invisible mastermind.

He arranged so that we may find

the void filled with stars...

the Sun...

the Moon...

the lark in the field

the nightingale hiding in the bush...

the canary on the Canary Islands...

And if we go up onto

Lebanon's highest peaks

reaching the home of

the 6000 year old cedars...

we may gaze upon

the of 3000 year old maidens

bowing in their corollae of patience.

Ornate crowns yielding fruit

only in their fourth millennium.

I know the road

which I have to follow.

I know intellectual authority.

World creating energy.

Willpower I must account for

during my journey.

No doubt, it's familiar.

And I know it for sure

we shall arrive in

a better part of the world

and we can delight in

it's inexhaustible beauties.

I love you, Haladzsa.

He will return.

He loves you very much.

You just say that

because you love him.

Ma'am, what I am saying is the truth.

I really feel he loves you.

How... some cannot live

without each other...

People need each other.

In life, between two persons,

nothing can be so unconditional.

By the way,

relax and be informal.

And I will do the same.

You know, from now on, he will be

our sole topic of discussion.

He succeeded.

Men!

Men!!!

He must have been a genius, who came

from the east and looked upon the west.

Who contemplated

the content of the east.

Who saw a difference

in the act of observation.

In the east the ideal world...

in the west the material hostility.

Who looked with love upon

the happyness of eastern man...

and sensed unhappiness in the west.

Who has seen people loaded with riches

among the poor, in the east...

in the west found them separated.

Who saw Man

in every man living in the east...

while in the west most men were

insatiable interest-calculators.

Who has found a kin of

heart and soul in the east...

in the west in place of heart

and soul has found the two-by-two.

Who saw the God's mood in

beautiful air in the east...

in the west found decay,

hiding between smoke and stench.

I had enough of this.

I had enough!

To be a cumbersome clown

in the land of midgets! No!

Don't!

Don't expect anything from me!

No no no no!

I won't be your clown.

I had enough!

Fate appointed me! Me!

What for, really?!

My wings 'inspiration'

and 'willpower'?

No. I am lame,

unfit and deformed!

No! I am, and will remain,

a kid forever!

What do you want from me?

I am a stranger among you!

You call me or you don't, whatever.

Nobody needs me.

You won't make...

a Csontvry out of me.

I don't want the role! Enough!

I won't accept

my shame to outlive me.

I'm tired.

Inspiration? Willpower?

I trusted time will come

when you'll recognize me

and pain will trades places in us.

It's possible that

lately he admitted

he can't create

better or more.

He can no longer take

the megalomaniacal roads.

That his predictions cannot come true.

There are some who can get somewhere

even like this

but there are some who can't...

And if not... well...

that's not a problem either.

Before me the world is still

spread wide open.

I love You.

Majesty!

There is war in the world right now.

Inspiration.

Willpower.

Energy.

These days, there is war in the world.

Now it's winter.

And quiet...

And snow...

And death.

What graces!

You dummy!

My veneration

to the petals of the world.

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