Divertimento Page #2

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I do not want to stay here.

It's hard for me to come here.

When you see an unfinished job,

it's just unbearable.

But it's cool here.

And quietly...

Quiet?

Do not you hear the forest?

Constant noise, muttering.

That's why I'm not staying here.

It's like the sea.

Like sea.

As the noise of the universe,

noise of the universe.

Forest and sea are mixed -

this is painting.

Do not you think so?

No I do not think so. This

definition is not for me.

For me painting - it's blows.

Penetration of flowers.

Yellow cadmium,

exploded red,

something final, clean.

And I prefer to work on

an unfinished canvas -

so I wanted to finish it.

I need to move on,

to risk.

Was it not that the picture

got worse after it was over?

Of course, many times.

But you need to take risks.

Not everyone is at risk,

but you need to be resourceful.

I can ask?

What did you do before

meeting with your husband?

I wanted to become an architect,

but I did not have the talent.

Why did you ask?

Because,

I thought...

that it is not easy to

live with such a person.

Yeah, it's unbearable.

But I'm not a gift, either.

Somehow everything was formed.

And in another way I do not want to live.

But do you have any other ideas?

No, the only idea -

live with him.

Let it is not easy.

Let this be strange.

Hardly strange.

"Would you like some pie?"

No thanks.

Nicolas has changed a lot

since the first exhibition.

I had to defend myself.

He seemed very fragile to me.

Sooner or later, war

will begin between us.

I know it.

I feel.

I understand you.

It's familiar to me.

Did he win the war?

Nobody won.

Each of us was wounded,

and then we made peace.

Lasting peace.

Concrete.

You can start writing.

There is no more patience.

This is more uninteresting.

Need a masterpiece or anything.

Why do not you write

"The Beautiful Debate"?

No impossible.

With Liz...

It is too late.

It is necessary to avoid a catastrophe.

Why not write Marianne?

Marianne?

And it's true, it's possible with Marianne.

Really possible...

this is it.

Do you want Marianne

to pose for you?

Why not?

Write it - it's interesting.

When are you leaving?

I think, in ten days,

we did not plan anything.

Well, then you do

not need to hurry.

Good.

She will pose for you.

Well, intriguing.

I will be watching this.

I want to see the picture

right after the end of work.

And I'll buy it,

at the market price.

So we came to an agreement.

Why did he say "until tomorrow"?

I did not hear.

"He said" until tomorrow."

Shall we see each other tomorrow?

I think he wants you

to pose for him.

What kind of story is that?

He asked me if you

could pose for him.

And you said yes?

Yes, I agreed.

Marianne!

"Your herbal tea."

- Thank you.

Do you have a date tomorrow with Marianne?

A "date" is not the right word.

This young couple is very nice,

there is something in them.

Yes, they are cute.

And he is very talented?

Highly.

And the school is good.

He inspired me to

start writing again.

This idea belongs to both of us.

I have not painted for a long time...

I think we need to try again.

I'm sick of self-portraits.

Why?

It was a good idea.

I will draw...

her.

Clear.

Explain what?

How will I pose?

Naked, I think.

I saw his canvases.

This is not true.

Do not make yourself innocent.

Sold me like a whore.

Yes, Nicolas?

Feet away!

Listen to me, Marianne.

It will be more than

just a portrait.

Even if it is an

absolute masterpiece,

you should have talked to me.

This will be an absolute masterpiece!

Will be.

It will be "Beautiful debater".

He gave up this idea ten years

ago, and you will help him.

And I do not care!

Your Frenhofer is ridiculous.

"Truth is a painting.

And the truth is cruel."

"Blood on the canvas."

And you follow him.

Simply disgusting!

Stop it!

Look at me.

Sh*t!

Let's talk tomorrow. Okay?

Turn off the light.

- Good afternoon.

- Kind. I'm going to see Monsieur Frenhofer.

Let's start with the carcass...

however, it does not matter.

You can start with anything.

Sit on a chair.

Sit down straight...

Arms...

Look right at me.

Good afternoon.

Is Madame Frenhofer at home?

At home. Come with me.

I'm wearing a mask, because

I'm allergic to lion's wool.

Here.

Good afternoon!

I was so freaked out!

I thought the police came.

These things are almost outlawed.

I risk going to jail.

And Magali too, but less.

- Marianne with your husband?

- Of course.

Magali, now I can manage without you.

Run to your mother.

Please hold the wing.

Unfold.

This will be more difficult.

And with Frenhofer...

were there many models after you?

Little.

This is the first time in many years.

You have turned pale,

almost green.

Do not worry, Frenho

is a gentleman.

You can not be afraid of him.

I'm not afraid for him...

I do not know what to do.

And what can be done?

It's too late to do anything

and ask for advice.

Let go of the wing, and

then you remember it.

Oh la la! What happened?

Hold this.

Thank you.

You frightened me a little yesterday.

And interested.

How long will he draw?

I do not know.

Maybe a whole day.

Maybe in five minutes

everything will be finished.

And how much time

would you need?

I work on photography.

I'm doing something for the

first time without it.

Were you his first model?

No.

By posing, I paid

him my studies.

He was so attracted

that I did not resist.

Although it is not so, it seems to me.

Everything flew in different directions:

Chairs, stools, paintings...

He helped me to take place...

I met Marianne in the subway,

three years ago.

She was already ready to

jump under the train.

I talked with her, and since

then we are together.

- So romantic!

- Yes very.

Do you know what he said yesterday?

When asked Marianne to

pose for a picture?

No, he's chatting incessantly without

choosing words, inappropriately...

Inopportunely...

- By the way...

- Excuse me?

It was said very opportunely.

Maybe by the way.

Sorry...

put on the peignoir -

he's upstairs.

Take one step forward.

Clean the stool!

Get your hands behind your back.

I could not think that

you would go for it.

Legs like a needle pricks.

Let's stop.

It's enough for today.

So far, nothing works,

but this is just an outline.

So you're done?

Well yes!

So, good bye.

Maybe someday we'll

meet in Paris.

Why in Paris?

I'll see you tomorrow-here.

I thought you...

Is that why you want to leave?

It happens -

something comes out, something - no.

With me - even worse:

I am paralyzed.

At ten o'clock tomorrow.

Not too early?

Not early?

All the best!

Was it good?

Very good. Just a nightmare.

And what did Eduard say?

He said that everything is in order.

Wait...

He asked you to come back?

Yes, but I'm not here for

this, it's not for me.

Please, Marianne...

try again.

This is so important to him.

- I do not think so.

- And I know.

Come back tomorrow.

I do not understand

why I need him.

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