Divertimento Page #2

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"Do you also know about this?"

Yes.

You know,

when I was a little one

told me this when I argued.

Yes, beautiful.

- So, the picture exists.

- No, I already said!

If Nicholas had forgotten me, I

would not have stayed with him.

Do you love him?

Frenjo, what are your

manners, ask such questions!

But I'm interested!

Let's drink.

Lechaim!

On health!

Excellent wine.

Thank you.

In a married life its own charm.

It's a shame that my father pushed

his wife under the TGV [fast train].

And after that, he hanged

himself in the house...

over there.

Countess Du Zes...

Do I correctly pronounce it?

Also committed suicide in the house.

In short, all the children finished poorly.

There were twelve of them, they

studied at a rural school.

So you love Nicolas.

And he loves you, it shows.

Do not be angry, he is

always so unceremonious.

I'm not angry, I'm listening.

And you agree that painting is

more important to him than you?

He never painted you?

In any case, if he

will not finish his work,

will not go to the end...

I'll give it up.

Why do not I go to the end?

We are looking for the truth in

painting, but the truth is cruel.

Beautiful words, but

you did not lose me.

Almost lost.

I know what to do.

Lechaim...

Where is my glasses?

- Oh, I'm sorry!

- Sorry.

Remembered...

I forgot them in the workshop.

I'll go look.

I'll go too.

Nicholas, can I lean on you?

Legs do not obey.

Here they are.

Then back to the ladies.

You do not have something invigorating?

Do you want to stay

here all night?

No, I can wait.

In any case, I'm better.

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.

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