Csontvary Page #5

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Yeah, sure.

It's not so easy.

She already left.

At least twenty years

since I wrote one, got it?

Twenty years exactly.

If I'd still have it...

I'd make a copy.

Just in time to write one.

20 years are 20 years.

I'm an actor.

This means that in the mean time

I have no life and no name.

My face and name could change daily.

From day to day.

My biography -

a long series of roles.

Yeah.

Yeah!

I WAS an actor.

But I won't play any more roles.

I won't learn any more texts.

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.

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