Effie Gray

The house was very cold because someone's

grandfather had committed suicide there.

One day the grandson came

to visit the house ...

the thought that the beautiful

girl was an angel.

The grandson worked very hard.

Read, think, drawing, and writing.

He wrote a story just for her.

She was twelve.

His mother and father were friendly,

but theirs were evil.

When she grew up, he married her.

- Come on. - You can not marry him.

Why? I love him.

It's rich and famous, and never see you again.

Leave it ... you will come to live in London.

In London Sofia,

I finally let the horrible Scotland.

And you will come later.

We'll go to parties conbellos

yellow dresses.

And we will dance with musicians,

poets and great artists,

We want to paint.

- Really? - Yes, of course.

It will be very exciting. Come on ...

We need more pillows sheets.

Does the mine can be pink?

The nature should guide every stroke of his brush,

only representing it as it really is,

selecting nothing, leaving nothing.

Then they reveal the truth of God.

To be clear, piten what you see,

draw what they see.

Thank God for the gift of marriage.

And we ask the grace of marriage to be enriched.

In the presence of God and these witnesses,

I now pronounce you husband,

and wife.

Friends ...

consider me a man who is not an artist.

But despite this he was awarded a muse.

Consider this man, the luckiest of mortals.

Bound to you in spirit, from now on.

Sofia ... see you in London.

Goodbye.

You know what occurred to me?

It is the first time we're all alone.

Close your eyes.

Perfect.

Here we are, thank Alfred.

Welcome to Denmark Hill.

No ... welcome home.

George, there you are.

This is your new lady.

Do not be shy, take his hand.

For He's a Jolly Good Fellow.

Tell us here.

- Dear ... - Love.

Congratulations, welcome to the family.

- That we're happy to see you here. - Thank You.

I hope the trip tolerable.

The train ride was horribly long.

But all was well when we take his carriage.

That coach is very comfortable, the best the market.

- It's like a feather bed. - Come, spend ...

John...

Ms. Raskins is giving him a bath.

It was crazy to get their hands on.

I must change.

Yeah right ... but no time for that.

Come see this.

This was painted in celebration of their nuptials.

John's writing has made Mr. Turner someone very celebrated.

This painting is already worth more.

Bless us all and Keep us from evil.

Lead us and guide us in our day, and thank God,

to return the treasure of my house safe.

- Amen. - Amen.

I hope you have recovered well, Ms. Ruskins,

miss her at the wedding.

- It was a shame that you were not. - No matter, it happened now.

You look a little thinner than dear last year.

I've been sick, my father's difficulties have affected us all.

That's all over ...

You never need money again.

You however, my boy, I see wider than when you left.

The air of Scotland made you well.

Nonsense, there may be fine in Scotland.

The cough will last all winter.

I'm much better ...

harder.

I'll start painting again.

John drew me constantly, had to spend a fortune on pencil and paper.

Who would not with such a model?

For you, dear, as a welcome gift.

It is one of my favorite pieces.

You better have it now happen to you when you die anyway.

Let her ...

You know how mothers are.

Good morning, ma'am. I hope you slept.

What do you want?

Already all breakfasted?

Yes ma'am, at 7:
00. Each morning.

I was not told.

I was so tired I did not hear John.

Lady eggs should not worry?

- Thank you ... Oh, Anna. - Yes, ma'am.

Do you know where John ... Mr. Raskins?

It is working.

Effie.

John.

I knew that here was to be where you work ...

I ... I'm sorry, I broke it.

I see, no matter.

Did you sleep?

I think so ...

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Can not sleep? you were so tired.

Yes, after a while.

What We Do What do married people?

Be as little as you.

But I think it should work.

I sit here reading.

Honey, aburrirs you.

Why do not you find my mom? I think that needs help in the garden.

- Good Morning. - Good morning, my daughter.

- I hope you slept. - Fine thanks.

- Have breakfast? - Yes, thank you.

John said he needed help.

Me? No, do not let anyone touch my roses ...

John knows.

Then I'm going to help John.

- Help you? - With their work.

You can not help you with your work.

I can take notes, sharpen your pencils ...

Dear ... you married an amazing man.

And the best, the only way you can help,

is leaving him alone.

Leave it alone? But, just got married.

John can work undisturbed,

is the best chance we have to establish his name.

And of course you intend the best social position, right?

So what do I do?

I feel good with my roses, and my bible.

Lord, I believe that this young man is the most critical period of his career.

In a turning point which may sink,

into nothingness, or to rise to great heights.

His way will depend on the nature of the criticism that his work,

will have to sustain.

Do not be late.

Marriage child is learning to wait.

She is ready.

I think you should say something.

I find the truth,

and simplicity of a bygone era,

I think integrity is lost now.

In this dispute can not and will not be permitted.

No place, sir, for these offensive and distorted productions,

in the sacred walls of this great institution.

Gentlemen, please.

That discussion so interesting can continue on the table.

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