Divertimento Page #5

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Since when in your work,

to write one canvas, you

need to destroy the other?

This is not true...

Yes, it was old.

You made me disappear,

but there was my face,

and I liked it.

You painted me.

Liz, it's not you I painted over.

In another way, this is not called.

You replaced me.

Replaced my face with an ass.

Can I have some coffee?

Thank you.

I thought that everything

would turn out differently.

When I work, I get carried

away, I forget everything.

Store the memory or not store -

this choice hurts.

I have no doubt that

you had a terrible night.

In any case, I was uncomfortable.

You do not think I'm going

to stage a jealousy scene?

No.

But for ten years already,

you began to move away from

me, and from painting.

Remember,

how we did not leave the

workshop for weeks.

We slept on a small mattress.

We did not distinguish between days,

no nights.

Do you remember?

Such memories are always stored.

Then you were full of

ideas and courage.

You know what I was thinking, when I saw you

sleeping in the morning at the pictures?

I do not want to know!

I'll still say it!

You're right, I will not say.

I will not say anything.

It's funny that it interests

you more and more.

You did not do that,

which already had to be

completed ten years ago.

At that moment, you seemed to

be looking and not seeing,

could not find the right one.

I was ready to go with you,

accept everything.

Because, we were stronger.

Stronger than before Balthazar?

Spit on Porbyus!

He suffered more than you.

And he still suffers.

I'm talking about you and me.

About what happened to us,

about how we turned

away from each other.

What you say is not true.

Really?

Why did we live

so well together?

Happily, as you said.

But happiness is too expensive.

Too sad.

You're sad, Frenjo.

Look at you.

You thought about this this morning?

Not only that.

You're sad, because

it's not young.

You've lost power.

Ten years ago, when you

started the picture,

this was the beginning of the adventure.

Now this is not the beginning,

this is the end.

You speak so coldly...

What else can I say?

You lied to yourself ten years, that

everything will pass. You can continue.

Stop it, Liz!

It's cruel.

Here I am...

Cruel.

Did you just notice this today?

No need for tension,

special concentration.

Look at me.

Lower your hand.

Turn your face.

No, look at me.

Raise your other hand.

Turn her around. Like this.

So, it became completely different?

No, somewhat more precise.

Are you looking for something?

Something once seen?

Maybe.

Frenjo must finish the picture.

But it would be better if

Marianne did not see her,

when he finishes it.

So he told me.

I do not understand.

It's not a matter of life and death.

Why not?

When he is carried away,

he lives his life again,

all forgotten memories.

They instantly stare at him.

Is it possible to cover a lifetime

in one picture

in these smears of paint?

It seems incredible, but

this is what Frenhofer is looking for.

Do you mean that there is

something shameful about this?

Yes, shameful.

Exactly. But this is not the body of shame,

shame is not nakedness.

Something other.

Is the work over?

May be.

Now you can see?

Is it over?

Tell me this and tell me...

Marianne!

What do you need here?

Where is Nicolas?

He left - he does not feel well.

So even better.

Tell him that I left.

Without talking to Nicolas?

Listen, Julienne, you're not his wife.

You should not be worn with him

and do not interfere in our affairs.

Nicolas will manage without me.

Marianne, shut up!

You think it's fun -

to hurt him?

I intervened too late to

interfere with your antics.

Now I know what to do.

I decided to leave.

But you can not leave

Nicolas, as I do.

I can not stay with him.

It's selfish.

Julienne, this is not true.

I have to leave

before it's over.

You do not give a damn about everyone?

What kind of thoughts are in your head?

It's not in my thoughts.

I saw her.

It's cold...

and dried up.

And this is me.

I do not understand what you're saying,

but you should not just leave like this!

I can not...

You need to rest.

"Stay one more night."

- Okay.

Tomorrow will be our day.

I'm tired.

If you want, spend the night with me.

I will not tell Nicholas.

Could you escape?

I waited until my mother fell asleep.

She fell asleep for a long time.

Such a beauty!

"Is that that mademoiselle?"

Yes.

Listen, you and I will

have one secret for two.

"Do you know how to keep secrets?"

Yes.

Hold her.

Hold it tight.

Is this the secret?

Yes.

I did this with letters from Joseph.

I put them in the shoe box.

And she hid in the arbor,

not far from the rosary.

When it rains, I come there,

reread them again.

When it rains, there is

a very pleasant aroma.

Yeah, but here, it's

raining or not...

no one will see her. Never.

This will be our secret...

And no one will ever see this

picture, as if it were not there.

Clear?

Yes, Monsieur Frenhofer.

How long will it be hidden?

Forever, even if I die.

Give me the brick.

Here we are.

This is not the most

pleasant moment for me.

I do not like when

something ends.

Marianne, is it

different for you?

For me, too, in a way.

The end of the picture can be

compared with the birth of a child.

And it takes time to understand what

it is and what it will be like.

But there is no time.

This is my first successful picture.

The best of the others?

This is the best thing

you did for me.

Are you talking about the picture?

Yes, about the picture. The real picture.

And more about that,

what did you do with it...

I hope that I surprised you.

You always surprise me, Frenjo.

Always.

How are you?

I'm scared.

I collected my luggage.

It's better to leave early

so as not to be sad.

We can go to Spain.

Barcelona. Montserrat.

No.

Your brother has an unusual talent.

He said that he owed you a lot.

But I would not want to talk

about our strong friendship.

Ugly to him to talk about it...

But you have to know about it.

I would be glad to have dinner with you.

And with him.

I want to ask you a question.

You said that you are looking

for the truth in painting,

is it really so?

You ask as a friend

or as an enemy?

I think the artist does not have enemies,

except for the bad

films he wrote.

How am I to understand this, Nicolas?

As you wish.

I still admire you,

but I'm sorry for you.

I do not want to end up like you -

a comedy.

Remain by yourself.

I like you.

I did not believe you when

you tried to warn me.

It does not matter.

See, you had nothing to fear.

No, you were right.

I did not trust you.

I did not know who I was.

That's all I wanted to say.

I have no words.

In painting, words are

inexpensively valued.

You're right.

Let's talk about the numbers.

Drawings and paintings by Edouard

Frenhofer were made by Bernard Dufour.

Music by Igor Stravinsky

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