Divertimento Page #3

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He makes a mistake.

Just wasting time.

No, I'm sure the opposite.

And you will understand

it and become interested.

You'll see.

I'll see you off.

- Walked?

- Yes, I went for a walk.

Has she come for a long time?

Five minutes ago.

- So that?

- What?

Everything okay?

And even better.

What does it mean?

He instantly grasps the essence.

Just a magician.

What happened to me - is unique.

You say that to anger me.

Well, if the truth makes you angry...

He finished?

Are you kidding? I'm going

to see him tomorrow.

Tomorrow at ten in the morning.

Thank you.

Sugar is not needed.

Let me.

Take pictures.

Take off the necklace.

I like starting from the beginning.

It seems that I'm at the Academy.

Let's start from the back

from that position.

Turn around.

Put your hands on your hips.

Hair lift?

Just pick them up.

Be straight.

Have you ever tried to walk with

something heavy on your head?

Hold straight, as if

looking at the ceiling.

It hurts so much.

But so it is necessary.

Want a little?

I would eat ten slices.

I do not like ham.

You know the sculptor...

Rubek?

He died a few years ago,

in a madhouse

in Norway together with the model.

I've never heard of him.

He did excellent things -

in the marble.

For example, "Resurrection".

He was really a great creator.

It's a pity...

He searched all within himself.

Obsession, obsession -

all these are consequences of obsession.

It is she who makes

everything impossible.

Throw it all...

if it's scary.

Rubec and Irene...

She was strange.

A little crazy.

I knew her before I met him.

You look great in this position.

I painted it in this pose.

One of my first canvases.

Her death was like emptiness.

Because all the models that

were before Liz, I forgot.

They were different.

I shot them on the street.

I do not remember their names.

And they agreed?

Almost always.

You are so sad...

Because of your fiance?

He's not my fiance.

And Joseph Pigul?

I do not see him anymore.

He left yesterday.

Far left?

To Saint-Vincent.

Oh la la! It's only

three kilometers!

What? You are crying?

No, something's in the eye.

Come - hold the stand.

You know, one day,

I was very, very sad.

Because of whom?

Because of whom, it does not matter.

My favorite...

Monsieur Frenhofer?

No, then I was the

same age as you.

I took the clay and blinded the figure.

I put a lock of hair on my beloved

and pierced it with a needle.

And after the thirty-third,

I feel better.

"What about him?"

"The bridegroom?"

I do not know,

but I'm sure he died

at thirty-three.

How is Jesus Christ?

Yes, but my fiance was not Christ.

Do you like?

What was her name?

Florence.

Flo.

I walked around for a long time -

because of her manners.

Provoking, almost insulting.

Naked - she looked

like in clothes.

Dressed - as if without clothes.

The perfect opposite of Liz.

Liz... did you also

take Liz on the street?

No.

In the cafe near the Odeon.

She had an expressive back.

It was in April -

it was raining and it was cold.

Her teeth chattered.

I threw my jacket

over her shoulders.

She said...

What?

I want to smoke.

Later.

Here...

Here.

And what did Liz say?

What did she say for the first time?

She posed for a fee.

I like agreements.

Then there is no need to speak.

Fingers are smoother!

In any case, I needed it

not only for painting.

The first time I was very afraid.

Fear moves everything I do.

Everything changed at

a tremendous speed...

I walked like a blind man -

the painter feels it.

As if my fingers were seeing.

they became on their own.

This is what I'm looking for.

And this is what I need.

Perhaps this is what led

me to this painting.

But why?

Why did I move away from her?

It's killing me.

Or she...

Well...

Well, shall we continue?

How long did I sleep?

Eternity or quarter of an hour.

I had a dream...

A huge black wild cat

that bitten my fingers.

Here. Yes.

- So?

- Yes.

Sorry,

I did not see you.

I'm sorry.

This is Eduard...

Turn your head.

Do you see anything?

I think, yes.

Is that what you wanted?

Edward!

Yes?

Edward...

I can not stay.

Francoise alone can not cope.

I will go.

You invited her?

It does not matter.

Why?

What "Why"?

Why did you abandon her?

What threw?

That picture with Liz.

And you, then what?

Liz - it's not you.

That is the picture you

began to write now.

I did not start anything.

I know why I'm sitting

naked in front of you.

I need you.

Why me?

Why me?

Because it's Liz...

And you are curious, you

want to know everything...

like all the others...

Something happened.

You do not know, you will know...

later.

And further...

Why do you need me?

You said that you do

not want to write me.

And you...

and not you.

You - even more.

This is more than

you can imagine.

If the picture does not lie,

it will be you.

I do not understand you.

I also,

and this is for the best.

But I need to understand.

Know... understand...

No one knows. Nobody can.

I have the strength.

I'm strong.

I think so.

Well, we'll see.

You try to escape from

the very beginning -

from the very beginning.

No, only during the fight.

We both need to be strong.

to the very end.

I begin to see you.

I start.

Julienne, if I said that I will not

return, then it is so necessary.

It will be better if you go

to the gallery and tell them.

Tell me what you want.

You take photos next week.

Everything will be fine.

Marianne lives her life.

I live my own life.

Listen...

All about what I ask:

Look at the catalog, okay?

I kiss you.

Me too, very much.

Do you want to interrupt?

I think it's better this way.

Something is wrong?

Someone had to do it all.

But not me.

I hope for the miracle

that will come...

in one moment or another.

But no.

I've done it hundreds of times.

I'm doing it again -

slightly better, slightly worse.

But why?

I'm losing myself.

You stopped too quickly.

You quickly gave up.

Are you telling me this?

You advised me to defend myself.

I think if you stop, it

will be my fault. My.

These are all the words that we speak.

It just does not work.

And enough about this.

No.

I am.

I also need to reckon with me.

You sometimes hurt me so much,

that I could not breathe.

And you did not give a damn.

What happened?

We must move on.

Yes, further.

We will not return back.

Whatever you do.

It's better to forget everything.

Whatever you say, you gave me the

strength to go further together.

You can not leave

me in the void.

You were scared,

But not me.

Tomorrow at ten I will come to you.

Thank you.

Are you sure that he will not do

anything wrong if she leaves?

It gives you pleasure.

I think you are interested in what

Frenhofer does with the model.

I think that you want to see

how he writes pictures.

I do not want this anymore.

I want to see only Marianne.

And leave from here

as soon as possible.

No need to hurry.

Why did you say that?

I know the end of music.

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