Circle of Two

Hey, catch it.

You will regret it, necessarily.

See: "Dracula's Bride". It's great.

Yes interesting. "A session at three o'clock." Who will go?

- Time... - Two... You.

"You wanted it, too." No, you won, you go.

Insatiable, you're just insatiable. No. Why did you hide in the closet?

Come out. Incredible...

A little fire, baby?

Yes. Yet. Yet. Do not stop.

This film is not shorter than "Gone with the Wind".

I do not understand this movie. What do people find in it?

As if you were watching obscene films.

- I watched. - Yes? And where?

- In Italy. - You compose.

With a cousin. It was disgusting.

I'm sorry.

I did not snore? How did you get here?

I scared her.

Hello father.

Sarah. "Smitty and Daniela upstairs?"

"You should know." - Thank you.

"How's school?" - Perfectly.

I am glad.

"Is that you, Sarah?" - Hi, Mom.

Hello, honey.

My favorite jeans. "I lent them, and do not you dare object."

I forgot that you are my mother?

I'm also a beautiful woman.

Wow.

You, probably, wait for me? "We want to know all the details."

Wait.

Hello, Lieutenant. How are you?

Tell me.

Good. But you must swear on the Bible.

This is not the Bible, but an Oxford explanatory dictionary.

Never mind. You must take an oath that everything will remain between us.

"I swear to keep a secret." Oh well.

Wow! What it is?

Sarah, I'll be right back. Only I will pay.

Why are not you listening to me? Where did you go? Wait.

I'm sick of. You're always teaching me. I live as I want.

You behave childish.

Did he do something terrible?

"Can I sit down?" - Of course.

- Can...? - You are welcome.

- We are with you...? - Yes.

Exactly. Maniac from the cinema.

My name is Ashley Saint Clair.

Beautiful name. As in the movie "Gone with the Wind."

- Will you be anything? - Cappuccino, please.

"Is Paul your friend?" Aldeady no.

- Make it up. - I doubt it. No.

What? "You're not a maniac."

- Are you sure? - You overslept the whole movie.

- How old are you? - And you?

- Sixteen. - Sixty.

Sixty? Sorry.

- Help yourself. - Adore.

Do I know you. You're an artist Ashley Saint-Clair, right?

I introduced myself.

Ashley Saint Clair. Wow. Will you write my portrait?

"I have not written for ten years. "And what are you doing now?"

I spend time on the yacht and think about why I'm not working.

It's better to work than watch obscene films.

And you? "I came for the first time."

- What do you do? - I go to school, I like it there.

Sometimes I write small stories and show them to the teacher.

It is interesting. I would like to read.

- True? - Of course. And your family?

"Papa is an Egyptologist." "Who?"

Egyptologist, he teaches at the university. Mom is a beauty and my best friend.

Why did not the author please you?

This is a note from Paul. Enough. I am free.

- Well. Thank you, Mr. St. Clair. - Ashley.

"I'm uncomfortable calling you by name." "Try it."

Ashley. Ashley. Already it turns out. See you.

Wait.

Are you really interested in my work?

Of course.

- How can I find you? - Number in the directory.

I will call you.

He left.

Thank you, Ashley.

Are not you gay?

No.

Everyone speaks about artists.

Hello. No, it's not too late.

I'm dying of impatience. Have you read anything? Do you know my name?

Of course I know. The envelope says: "Sara Norton personally in hand."

Whatever you say, you have a perfect command of the word.

You definitely have talent. Of course. In the same place? I'll buy you coffee.

No, there are too many curious.

Then maybe you'll drop by on Sunday?

I will dream about it during the lessons.

Perfectly. Bye.

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

"Your horses?" No, they are walking.

I thought you would not come.

I always keep promises. What are you doing with the tree?

"How does this help?" "They will not get to the bark."

Than it is bad?

There is one story. When in the garden Bach had rabbits, a great composer...

gave the gardener scores of his works to save the trees.

How they exhausted him.

Come on.

My house.

Wonderful music.

Vivaldi.

Ashley, did you tell me the truth? I have a talent?

You can become a writer, I'm sure. And why do you trust me?

I frightened you at our first meeting.

You are not a maniac. Can we come in?

Arrange yourself.

Do you need juice or cola?

A little wine.

I've never been in the artist's studio.

This is not a workshop for a long time. I just live here.

This place is created for creativity. But you do not write. Why?

It's a long story. Why should you listen to it?

Do not leave the topic.

The theme of our meeting was your creativity.

But now...

- Hamlet... - Was a bore.

On his shoulders lay all the difficulties of his family.

Who does not have them? This is not an excuse to offer your beloved girl to go to the poorhouse.

To the monastery.

What's the difference? All the same the girl has gone mad. It's not better.

He could not change anything. "He should not give up on love."

I made a few comments.

You seriously worked.

"Tell me, your friend, Paul, it seems..." "That's right, Paul."

"Did you show it to him?" Paul constantly criticized me.

Is not the relationship with Paul and your perception of Hamlet connected?

Paul is also not a very strong person. He still needs to grow up.

- Can I come again? - Yes. I would be glad.

Then I will come again.

- Will you? - I do not want.

Well?

I spent the day with a man. I think I'm in love with him.

- Who is he? - A real man. Adult.

- How old is he? Thirty? - More.

- Thirty five? - Sixty.

Sixty? My God. You are crazy?

Fall in love with the old man.

Is he sixty?

What are you watching?

Excuse me.

Do you also work in such clothes?

Not really. And then, as an artist is dressed - not the main thing.

Need a clear mind?

Blake? He was...

A complete madman. Tell you?

Most of all I love when you tell stories.

Blake lived in Regency. He was a ruined aristocrat.

When on Sunday the parishioners returned from the church,

they saw him painting in the garden half-naked.

He was sixty-five years old.

He did not like to stay at home,

and spent much time in the garden. He worked there until his death.

On a rainy day, people passed by and looked at him,

and he kept an umbrella over his head and wrote his paintings without clothes.

Wrote...

There was another girl, a bright, passionate nature.

She understood him, loved her.

She left her family, went through many trials,

to be with him.

She had beautiful hair.

When she ran to him through the forest, her hair flew.

She made him look at the world differently.

He loved her.

And it does not matter that it was insanity.

His insanity and her...

How did it end?

When Blake died, she did not want to live without him and committed suicide.

Wherever I am, at school or at home,

I think of you.

This frame rotates. You press here - and you turn.

This is called collage.

Where do I put it?

Let's say, here.

And if that's so?

Yes. It's really better.

And this is for large canvases.

How big?

Yes.

- Hold on? - Yes.

You are the most amazing girl in the world.

Did you do this? What for?

No, it's not me.

Enough for today. I will not take it off.

I'm used to it, I like it.

I easily get used to everything that surrounds me.

The artist will find application to anything.

Dust, smoke, simple things.

Any instrument suits him.

Light, please, a candle.

Take the sheet by the edges. Get up on the other side.

Now I'll show you something.

The most beautiful names in English are the names of the colors: