Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Sunday, October 13, 2019
The Farewell (2019 film).
The Farewell premieres in Russia today so I asked my Dad to record a greeting for the audience in Russian. YES, he speaks Russian - one of many things @tzima8 wanted to include in the film that didn’t make it. But seriously, how cute is he? π pic.twitter.com/hybjF4iAYr
— Lulu Wang (@thumbelulu) October 10, 2019
Monday, October 7, 2019
You Were Never Really Here movie (2018) .
- You Were Never Really Here movie review (2018) | Roger Ebert
In her films, Ramsay digs into the in-between spaces, the voids and vacuums where marginalized or inarticulate people try to understand the codes of a baffling world.
They're outsiders.
They're survivors.
In her films, Ramsay digs into the in-between spaces, the voids and vacuums where marginalized or inarticulate people try to understand the codes of a baffling world.
They're outsiders.
They're survivors.
Monday, September 17, 2018
The Plague.
La peste (The Plague) is a Spanish historical drama television series created by Alberto RodrΓguez and Rafael Cobos for Movistar+.
It tells a crime story set in the 16th century Seville during an outbreak of the bubonic plague.

- REVIEW: The Plague (S1 E1&2/6) – The Killing Times

Mateo makes Valerio a deal – they will both escape their pasts and seek out the New World. A quick deal with Luis’s contacts gets them both passage on the next boat to America – but unfortunately for Mateo also raises the interest of the Inquisition, who lie in wait to arrest him as a heretic whilst Valerio escapes back to the city.
For the second time in as many days Mateo is offered an ultimatum to save his soul – help the Inquisition find the killer of a prominent merchant.
Celso confirms the man is Ignacio Azuaga, one of the wealthiest merchants in Spain, and simply states Mateo’s freedom can be won by bringing his killer to justice.

...there’s the more curious story of GermΓ n’s widow and her hidden career as a famous European painter.
Death and money rule everything in this city; we’ve yet to see little of any light in this otherwise dark and foreboding world that’s been well crafted by the production team.
It tells a crime story set in the 16th century Seville during an outbreak of the bubonic plague.

- REVIEW: The Plague (S1 E1&2/6) – The Killing Times

Mateo makes Valerio a deal – they will both escape their pasts and seek out the New World. A quick deal with Luis’s contacts gets them both passage on the next boat to America – but unfortunately for Mateo also raises the interest of the Inquisition, who lie in wait to arrest him as a heretic whilst Valerio escapes back to the city.
For the second time in as many days Mateo is offered an ultimatum to save his soul – help the Inquisition find the killer of a prominent merchant.
Celso confirms the man is Ignacio Azuaga, one of the wealthiest merchants in Spain, and simply states Mateo’s freedom can be won by bringing his killer to justice.

...there’s the more curious story of GermΓ n’s widow and her hidden career as a famous European painter.
Death and money rule everything in this city; we’ve yet to see little of any light in this otherwise dark and foreboding world that’s been well crafted by the production team.
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Film Nocturnal Animals (2016).

Tom Ford: “It’s a movie about ο¬nding the people in your life that mean something and not letting them get away.
...fat naked women dancing.
They are the representation of people who have let go of what society says you’re supposed to be.
And what are they? Joyful.
And what is Susan” — the film’s protagonist, played by Amy Adams — “who’s being everything society says she should be? Miserable.
Susan’s real life is aesthetically beautiful but devoid of substance, an empty exercise in wealth and beauty.
The book is a metaphor to say how Edward felt when his wife and child were taken away from him.
- Tony's wife and daughter have a very strong resemblance to Susan, that means they are parallels.
- The lost of the girls in the family represent the lost of Susan and his child (by abortion), something very cruel if you ask me. Susan cheated on Edward. Obviously Tony stands for Edward.
- What does the gang represent? They are shown as ordinary, ignorant and cruel, they mostly represent the hidden relationship between Susan and Hutton. In their several stages... Turk is the set up, Lou is the hidding, Ray is the abortion. One crueler than the other.
- I'm more curious about Bobby, it's like the part of Edward who wants to discover the whole shit and bring justice, it's the part of Edward that still cares, but it's dying, it's not gonna last too much.
- Now, the end. Tony faces Ray (Edward faces the fact Susan cheated on him and killed their unborn child) and kill him, but in the way he's changed, he's no longer the man he used to be, he's broken beyond any repair and he ends up dead. That means he got over the whole shit, but he's no longer "The good man" as he's usually pointed along the movie.
- And the main reason to believe Edward is not a good man anymore is the revenge scheme he's obviously putting on Susan, sending her the novel, be in brief touch with her, and finally not showing up in the very anticipated dinner with her. He cares shit about her and he's no longer a nice guy.”
- we all eventually turn into our mothers...
- When you love someone you have to be careful with it, you might never get it again.
- Do you ever feel like your life has turned into something you never intended?
- I’m going to live to regret this.
Why are you so driven to write?
- I guess it's a way of keeping things alive.
You know, saving things that will eventually die.
If I write it down, then... it'll last forever.
Friday, June 1, 2018
Red Lights (2012 film) .
"Dear Margaret,
Even today I'm not exactly sure when everything ended.
I wanted to cry, feel anger, grief, to feel just like I used to.
A whole life denying myself, searching in silence for someone like me.
A whole life looking for an answer, without finding it.
I learned so many things from you, but I forgot the most essential thing.
It was me all along, wasn't it, Margaret?
It was me all along.
You can't deny yourself forever.
I did what you wanted, but I will never forgive myself for not revealing myself, for not at least giving you the consolation of knowing .. there is something else, but you deserve more.
Today you deserve everything.
You can't deny yourself.
You can't deny yourself forever.."
“A whole life denying myself, searching in silence for someone like me.
My whole life looking for an answer, without finding it.
I’ll never forgive myself for not revealing myself.
For not giving you the consolation of knowing.
There IS something else.
You can’t deny yourself forever.”
"As an entertaining movie, it’s pretty good.
Not amazing, but good.
But more interesting for me is what it means, and why I keep seeing these type of movies: the kind that play with motifs of faith, belief, certainty, and the paranormal.
There is an international war going on.
We are all fighting for each other’s minds; fighting to convince others that we are are right and everyone else is wrong.
The question, is whether there is “something else.”
- Red Lights Review 2012: Simon Magus confronts Doubting Thomas about Paranormal Phenomenon:
'via Blog this'
Even today I'm not exactly sure when everything ended.
I wanted to cry, feel anger, grief, to feel just like I used to.
A whole life denying myself, searching in silence for someone like me.
A whole life looking for an answer, without finding it.
I learned so many things from you, but I forgot the most essential thing.
It was me all along, wasn't it, Margaret?
It was me all along.
You can't deny yourself forever.
I did what you wanted, but I will never forgive myself for not revealing myself, for not at least giving you the consolation of knowing .. there is something else, but you deserve more.
Today you deserve everything.
You can't deny yourself.
You can't deny yourself forever.."
“A whole life denying myself, searching in silence for someone like me.
My whole life looking for an answer, without finding it.
I’ll never forgive myself for not revealing myself.
For not giving you the consolation of knowing.
There IS something else.
You can’t deny yourself forever.”
"As an entertaining movie, it’s pretty good.
Not amazing, but good.
But more interesting for me is what it means, and why I keep seeing these type of movies: the kind that play with motifs of faith, belief, certainty, and the paranormal.
There is an international war going on.
We are all fighting for each other’s minds; fighting to convince others that we are are right and everyone else is wrong.
The question, is whether there is “something else.”
- Red Lights Review 2012: Simon Magus confronts Doubting Thomas about Paranormal Phenomenon:
'via Blog this'
Monday, March 26, 2018
Silver Linings Playbook.
- Silver Linings Playbook: my most overrated film | Film | The Guardian:
Playbook - a set of rules or suggestions that are considered to be suitable for a particular activity, industry, or job.
...they’re damaged goods.
That's because he's determined to repair the damage he's done to his life and surprise everyone by moving ever onward and upward.
His motto is, "Excelsior!"
What stage of bipolar disorder would you guess he's in?
Robert De Niro as a father...who doesn't realize is an apple who has fallen very close to the tree.
Seeing as the film tackles the stranglehold mental illness can have on a person and their ultimate outlook on life, its integrity seems based on this alone, stealing focus from the painfully lame points of the piece.
Mental illness in the 2010s is what prosthetic noses; weight gain and monster-size uglification were in the noughties.
But should this treatment of challenging subject matter really allow Silver Linings Playbook to tower over the rest, especially when it schools its audience on the fact that there’s nothing like finding one new love to replace another, and there’s nothing like love to cure any debilitating mental illness?
'via Blog this'
Playbook - a set of rules or suggestions that are considered to be suitable for a particular activity, industry, or job.
...they’re damaged goods.
That's because he's determined to repair the damage he's done to his life and surprise everyone by moving ever onward and upward.
His motto is, "Excelsior!"
What stage of bipolar disorder would you guess he's in?
Robert De Niro as a father...who doesn't realize is an apple who has fallen very close to the tree.
Seeing as the film tackles the stranglehold mental illness can have on a person and their ultimate outlook on life, its integrity seems based on this alone, stealing focus from the painfully lame points of the piece.
Mental illness in the 2010s is what prosthetic noses; weight gain and monster-size uglification were in the noughties.
But should this treatment of challenging subject matter really allow Silver Linings Playbook to tower over the rest, especially when it schools its audience on the fact that there’s nothing like finding one new love to replace another, and there’s nothing like love to cure any debilitating mental illness?
'via Blog this'
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Film Radiator (2014)
Why I wish I'd stopped trying to change my elderly parents:
ΠΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅.
/Π’ΠΎΠΌ ΠΡΠ°ΡΠ½/

Π’ΠΎΠΌ ΠΡΠ°ΡΠ½ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΠΉΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΈ ΡΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡ.
ΠΠ½ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΡ Π»Π΅Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ.
"ΠΠΎΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ.
ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ·ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ - ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ²Π°Π» Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ , Ρ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π», ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΡΡ ΡΠ΄ΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠΎΠΉ 85 - Π»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π» Π½Π° Π΄ΠΈΠ²Π°Π½Π΅, Π½Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΡΠΉ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ Π²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ.
ΠΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΈ.
ΠΠ½ ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΡΡ.
Π Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΌΠΎΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, Π½Π° 13 Π»Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ»Π°Π±Π΅Π²ΡΠ°Ρ ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π΄Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΈΠ·Π½Π΅ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΌ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌ.
ΠΠΎΠΌ Π±ΡΠ» Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΏΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ, ΠΌΡΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³Π°Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎ ΠΊΡΡ Π½Π΅, ΠΊΡΡΡΠ° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π³ΡΡΡΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠ»Ρ.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π±ΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ΅ΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ, ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Π²Π°Π» ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ½ΠΈΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Ρ Π°ΠΎΡΠ΅.
Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Π΄Ρ, Π½Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π½ΠΈΡ , Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ...ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΆΠ°Ρ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ.
ΠΡΠΎ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π±Π΅Π·ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ, ΡΠ³ΠΎΠΈΡΡΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΌ.

ΠΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Ρ Π½Π° ΠΌΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΡ , ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΡ , Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡ , Ρ Π±Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΠΈΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ: Π΄Π²Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π°, Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ³Π°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΉ Π½Π΅Π·Π°Π²ΠΈΡΠΈΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ³Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ.
Π― Π±Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π·Π° Π±ΡΡΡΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π·Π°Π±Π°Π²Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΠ· ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ - ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ, Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π°Π΄ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ½Π°.
ΠΠΈΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈΠΊΠ°, Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ: ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ, Π° Ρ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ.

ΠΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ» Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π·Π°Π³Π°Π΄ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ Π³Π½Π΅Π²Π°.
Π― Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΡΡΠ± Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ, ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΠ΅Π»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ.
ΠΠΎ ΡΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π·Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π² ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ Π½Π° Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ.


Π― ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ°ΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ.
Π― Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ³Π½ΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ³Π½ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΊ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π°.
ΠΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» ΡΡΡΠ°Π΄Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠΏΠ°Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ½. Π― Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π±Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅, Π³ΠΎΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½Π΅Π΅, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠ³Π°Π½ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ.
Π’Π΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Ρ Π·Π½Π°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π±Π΅Π·ΡΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ° Π½Π°Π²ΡΠ·Π°ΡΡ ΠΈΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΄Π°ΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π° ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π°Π±Π»ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΎ Π·Π° Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ: ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΡ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΌ £2.50 Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅; ΠΎΠ±Π΅Π΄Π°Π΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°, Π° Π² ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΡΠ°Π½Π°Ρ ; Π²ΡΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΠΌ, Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠΌΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ, Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Π»ΠΈ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΌ: Π½Π΅ΠΊΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ³, Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π·Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΈΠ· Π³Π°Π·Π΅ΡΡ; ΠΊΡΡΠΎΠΊ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²Π°; ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΊΡ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΡΠ·Π½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Ρ Π°.
ΠΠ»Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½Π°Ρ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ°, ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Π±Π°ΡΠ°Ρ Π»ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ.

ΠΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠ° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π°, Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ.
Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΠΎΠ±Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ - Π΅ΠΉ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡΡΠ΅.
ΠΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΡΡΡΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ΅ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π±ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΉ.
ΠΠΉ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ 73 Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°.
ΠΠ°ΠΏΠ° ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ΅Π² ΡΠΏΡΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠΌΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ.
ΠΡΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ: Π²ΡΠ΅ Π·Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΆΠΈΠ²Ρ, Π½ΠΎ Ρ Π±ΡΠ» Π½Π΅ Π² ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ.
ΠΠ»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌ ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ΄Π° ΠΈΡΠΊΡΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ: ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΡΡΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ, ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, ΡΠΎΡΠ½Π΅Π΅, ΡΠΎ, ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ.
ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½Ρ ΠΊ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π°ΠΌ.
ΠΠ°ΠΊ ΠΆΠ°Π»Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ» ΠΈΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ …Ρ ΡΠ°Π·Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ Π·Π° Π±ΡΡΡΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ Π²ΠΊΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠΉ."
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ΠΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅.
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Π’ΠΎΠΌ ΠΡΠ°ΡΠ½ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΠΉΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΈ ΡΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡ.
ΠΠ½ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΡ Π»Π΅Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ.
"ΠΠΎΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ.
ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ·ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ - ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ²Π°Π» Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ , Ρ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π», ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΡΡ ΡΠ΄ΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠΎΠΉ 85 - Π»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π» Π½Π° Π΄ΠΈΠ²Π°Π½Π΅, Π½Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΡΠΉ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ Π²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ.
ΠΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΈ.
ΠΠ½ ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΡΡ.
Π Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΌΠΎΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, Π½Π° 13 Π»Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ»Π°Π±Π΅Π²ΡΠ°Ρ ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π΄Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΈΠ·Π½Π΅ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΌ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌ.
ΠΠΎΠΌ Π±ΡΠ» Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΏΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ, ΠΌΡΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³Π°Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎ ΠΊΡΡ Π½Π΅, ΠΊΡΡΡΠ° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π³ΡΡΡΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠ»Ρ.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π±ΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ΅ΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ, ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Π²Π°Π» ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ½ΠΈΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Ρ Π°ΠΎΡΠ΅.
Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Π΄Ρ, Π½Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π½ΠΈΡ , Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ...ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΆΠ°Ρ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ.
ΠΡΠΎ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π±Π΅Π·ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ, ΡΠ³ΠΎΠΈΡΡΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΌ.

ΠΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Ρ Π½Π° ΠΌΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΡ , ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΡ , Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡ , Ρ Π±Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΠΈΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ: Π΄Π²Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»Π°, Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ³Π°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΉ Π½Π΅Π·Π°Π²ΠΈΡΠΈΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ³Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ.
Π― Π±Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π·Π° Π±ΡΡΡΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π·Π°Π±Π°Π²Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΠ· ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ - ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ, Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π°Π΄ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ½Π°.
ΠΠΈΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈΠΊΠ°, Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π΅ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ: ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ, Π° Ρ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ.

ΠΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ» Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ Π·Π°Π³Π°Π΄ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ Π³Π½Π΅Π²Π°.
Π― Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΡΡΠ± Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ, ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΠ΅Π»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ.
ΠΠΎ ΡΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π·Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π² ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡ Π±ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ Π½Π° Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ.


Π― ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ°ΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ.
Π― Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ³Π½ΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ³Π½ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΊ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π°.
ΠΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» ΡΡΡΠ°Π΄Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠΏΠ°Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ½. Π― Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π±Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅, Π³ΠΎΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½Π΅Π΅, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠ³Π°Π½ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ.
Π’Π΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Ρ Π·Π½Π°Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π±Π΅Π·ΡΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ° Π½Π°Π²ΡΠ·Π°ΡΡ ΠΈΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΄Π°ΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π° ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π°Π±Π»ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΎ Π·Π° Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ: ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΡ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΌ £2.50 Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅; ΠΎΠ±Π΅Π΄Π°Π΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°, Π° Π² ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΡΠ°Π½Π°Ρ ; Π²ΡΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΠΌ, Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠΌΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ.
ΠΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ, ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ, Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Π»ΠΈ ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΌ: Π½Π΅ΠΊΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ³, Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π·Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΈΠ· Π³Π°Π·Π΅ΡΡ; ΠΊΡΡΠΎΠΊ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²Π°; ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΊΡ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΡΠ·Π½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Ρ Π°.
ΠΠ»Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½Π°Ρ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ°, ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Π±Π°ΡΠ°Ρ Π»ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ.

ΠΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠ° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π°, Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ.
Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΠΎΠ±Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ - Π΅ΠΉ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡΡΠ΅.
ΠΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΡΡΡΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ΅ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π±ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΉ.
ΠΠΉ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ 73 Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°.
ΠΠ°ΠΏΠ° ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ΅Π² ΡΠΏΡΡΡΡ.
ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠΌΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΠΈΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ.
ΠΡΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ: Π²ΡΠ΅ Π·Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΆΠΈΠ²Ρ, Π½ΠΎ Ρ Π±ΡΠ» Π½Π΅ Π² ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ.
ΠΠ»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌ ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ΄Π° ΠΈΡΠΊΡΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ: ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΡΡΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ, ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, ΡΠΎΡΠ½Π΅Π΅, ΡΠΎ, ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ Π±ΡΠ» Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ.
ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½Ρ ΠΊ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π°ΠΌ.
ΠΠ°ΠΊ ΠΆΠ°Π»Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ» ΠΈΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ …Ρ ΡΠ°Π·Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ Π·Π° Π±ΡΡΡΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ Π²ΠΊΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠΉ."
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Good Will Hunting (1997)

Sean: [sitting on a bench in in front of a pond in park] Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will: No.
Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written.
Michelangelo, you know a lot about him.
Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right?
But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel.
You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that.
If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites.
You may have even been laid a few times.
But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends."
But you've never been near one.
You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet.
But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable.
Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you.
Who could rescue you from the depths of hell.
And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer.
And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you.
You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself.
And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man...
I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.
But you're a genius Will.
No one denies that.
No one could possibly understand the depths of you.
But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist?
Does that encapsulate you?
Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book.
Unless you want to talk about you, who you are.
Then I'm fascinated. I'm in.
But you don't want to do that do you sport?
You're terrified of what you might say.
Your move, chief.

Good Will Hunting (1997).
Sean Maguire's Painting.

When Will first meets Maguire, he walks right up to a painting on his wall and finds out that Maguire painted it himself. He then uses his knowledge of psychology and art to make claims about Maguire's life based on the painting. For starters, he says:
WILL: […] he linear and impressionistic mix makes a very muddled composition. It's also a Winslow Homer rip-off, except you got Whitey, uh, rowing the boat there.
So for starters, he calls Maguire out on being unoriginal. But his mind games don't stop there…
The longer Will looks at the painting, the more he seems to figure out about Maguire's life.
By the time he's done, he's summing up Maguire's whole mentality, saying:
WILL: You just piss in your pants, you're cryin' for the harbors, and maybe you do what you gotta do to get out. Yeah, maybe you became a psychologist.
This is all incredibly insulting and Maguire handles it well. But the moment Will mentions his dead wife, he snaps and grabs him by the throat. It looks like Will has hit a soft spot.
So far, all of this conversation about the painting has been about Maguire.
But in a later scene, Maguire turns the whole thing around and makes it about Will, saying:
MAGUIRE: [You] presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my f***in' life apart.
The fact is that Will might think he knows people, but he doesn't know anything that Maguire couldn't go find in a book. Will is just a scared little kid who uses his intellect as a weapon to keep people away from him, and it takes Maguire less than a day to figure this out.

When Will first meets Maguire, he walks right up to a painting on his wall and finds out that Maguire painted it himself. He then uses his knowledge of psychology and art to make claims about Maguire's life based on the painting. For starters, he says:
WILL: […] he linear and impressionistic mix makes a very muddled composition. It's also a Winslow Homer rip-off, except you got Whitey, uh, rowing the boat there.
So for starters, he calls Maguire out on being unoriginal. But his mind games don't stop there…
The longer Will looks at the painting, the more he seems to figure out about Maguire's life.
By the time he's done, he's summing up Maguire's whole mentality, saying:
WILL: You just piss in your pants, you're cryin' for the harbors, and maybe you do what you gotta do to get out. Yeah, maybe you became a psychologist.
This is all incredibly insulting and Maguire handles it well. But the moment Will mentions his dead wife, he snaps and grabs him by the throat. It looks like Will has hit a soft spot.
So far, all of this conversation about the painting has been about Maguire.
But in a later scene, Maguire turns the whole thing around and makes it about Will, saying:
MAGUIRE: [You] presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my f***in' life apart.
The fact is that Will might think he knows people, but he doesn't know anything that Maguire couldn't go find in a book. Will is just a scared little kid who uses his intellect as a weapon to keep people away from him, and it takes Maguire less than a day to figure this out.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Film "A Man and a Woman".

Pierre Barouh (19 February 1934 – 28 December 2016) was a French writer-composer-singer best known for his work on Claude Lelouch's film A Man and a Woman both as actor, and as lyric writer/singer for Francis Lai's music for the film.
In 1966 he participated in the enormous success of the film A Man and a Woman which won the Palme d'Or at the 1966 Festival de Cannes.
He married the actress Anouk AimΓ©e the same year; they divorced three years later.
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Thursday, December 22, 2016
The Ides of March (2011).
The Ides of March Movie Review (2011) | Roger Ebert
STEPHEN
I have drunk it it's delicious.
I don't care whether he leads in the polls...I don't care whether he has all the tools...
Because the truth is, he's the only one that's going to make a difference in peoples lives...
Even the people that hate him.
If Mike Morris is President it says more about us than it does about him.
I don't give a fuck if he can win.
He has to win.
IDA
Or what?
The world will fall apart?
It won't matter...
Not one bit to the everyday lives of everyday fuckers who work and eat and sleep and get up and go back to work again.
If your boy wins...
You get a job in the white house...
If he loses you're back at a consulting firm on K Street...
That's it.
You used to know that before you got all goosebumpy about this guy.
Morris is a politician...
He's a nice guy...
They're all nice guys.

..."beware the Ides of March" is a proverb that really is just a warning of impending danger.
Ryan is ultimately faced with two choices.
Either he packs his bags, goes on vacation and mass blasts resumes to overpriced consulting firms or he conforms.
The way I see it, he does the latter.
Ryan's character had an epiphany and decided to turn the political world on its head, I just don't see it.
This movie was about the disintegration of idealism and not the other way around.
STEPHEN
I have drunk it it's delicious.
I don't care whether he leads in the polls...I don't care whether he has all the tools...
Because the truth is, he's the only one that's going to make a difference in peoples lives...
Even the people that hate him.
If Mike Morris is President it says more about us than it does about him.
I don't give a fuck if he can win.
He has to win.
IDA
Or what?
The world will fall apart?
It won't matter...
Not one bit to the everyday lives of everyday fuckers who work and eat and sleep and get up and go back to work again.
If your boy wins...
You get a job in the white house...
If he loses you're back at a consulting firm on K Street...
That's it.
You used to know that before you got all goosebumpy about this guy.
Morris is a politician...
He's a nice guy...
They're all nice guys.

..."beware the Ides of March" is a proverb that really is just a warning of impending danger.
Ryan is ultimately faced with two choices.
Either he packs his bags, goes on vacation and mass blasts resumes to overpriced consulting firms or he conforms.
The way I see it, he does the latter.
Ryan's character had an epiphany and decided to turn the political world on its head, I just don't see it.
This movie was about the disintegration of idealism and not the other way around.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Cold Mountain (2003)
Nicole Kidman and Jude Law in Cold Mountain as Ada Monroe and Inman.
Inman: [to Ada] If you could see my inside, or whatever you want to name it; my spirit, that's what I fear.
I think I'm ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground but I wasn't ready.
But if I had... if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead! How could I write to you after what I'd done? What I'd seen?
Ada: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood.
All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it.
Inman: [to Ada] If you could see my inside, or whatever you want to name it; my spirit, that's what I fear.
I think I'm ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground but I wasn't ready.
But if I had... if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead! How could I write to you after what I'd done? What I'd seen?
Ada: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood.
All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
The Heart of Me.
'And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.
As our dear Redeemer said:
"This the Wine, and this the Bread."'
I forgive you, you forgive me.
As our dear Redeemer said:
"This the Wine, and this the Bread."'
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
"The Hours".
"I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility, you know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself that this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me that it wasn’t the beginning… it was happiness. It was the moment, right then."
"Π― ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½Ρ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ ...Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅...Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π²ΠΊΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ...Π²Ρ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ?! Π Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π° ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΏΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, Π²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ. Π ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅ Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅. ΠΠ½Π΅ ΠΈ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ...Π° ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ΅. ΠΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ. ΠΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ."
The Hours (1998) by Michael Cunningham
It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book...What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other.
"ΠΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΠΈ ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡ - Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΡΡΠΈΠ΄ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π»Π΅Ρ - ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΉ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ»ΠΊΠ°, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π²ΠΎΡΡ ΠΈΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΆΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π΅ Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ. <...> ΠΠ΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΌΡΡΠ½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π² ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΠΌΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΡΡΠΈ Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΉ Π² ΡΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠ°Π²Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ»ΠΊΠ° Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ ΠΏΡΡΠ΄Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π°ΠΊΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½Π°. Π ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅-ΡΠΎ Π½ΠΈ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π΅. Π’Π΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π·Π½Π°Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ. ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π² Π΅Π΅ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ."
"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so."
Π€ΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌ "Π§Π°ΡΡ" ΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΊΠ»Π° ΠΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠΌΠ° "Π§Π°ΡΡ".
ΠΠ΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅ (ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌΠ΅) ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ (ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Ρ, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΠΈΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ) ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½ΠΎ Ρ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ "Mrs Dalloway".
ΠΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Π»Π° Π½Π°Π·Π²Π°ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ "The Hours".
The film ends with a line from Virginia's suicide note (in voice-over) in which she thanks Leonard for loving her: "Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours."

ΠΡΡΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π·Π°Π» | ΠΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ°, 2002 N12 | ΠΠ°Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΌ ΠΡΡΠ΄Π±Π΅ΡΠΈ - ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»Ρ.: “Π ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π΅Π΅”.
ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΈΠΊ ΡΠ°Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π» Π² ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΡΠ»Ρ ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ “ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Ρ ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΉΠΊΠΎΠΉ”, ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅Π½Π° Π΄Π°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΡΡΡΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅ΠΌΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠΌΠΈ Π² ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅ ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π°Π½ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ²Π»ΡΡΡ Π² Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ»Π°Π²Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅ΠΌΡΠΉ ΡΠΌΡΡΠ» Π±ΡΡΠΈΡ, ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π½Π°ΠΌ ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠΈΡΠΈΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΠ° ΡΠ΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, — ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΡ. Π€ΠΈΠ³ΡΡΠ° “ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Ρ ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΉΠΊΠΈ” ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΡΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅.
...ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎ ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ ΠΡΠ»Π»ΠΎΡΡΠΉ, ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»Ρ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π² ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠΊΡ Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ:
“Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ — ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅. Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ — ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΠ΅Ρ , ΠΊΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΠ°Π· Π·Π° ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·Π°Π΅Ρ; Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠΉ; Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ³ — Π²ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ ΡΠΈΠΌΡΡ; ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π°Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½Π΅ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ. Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ — ΡΡΠΎ-ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠΎΠ΄Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡΠΈΡ”.
"Π― ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½Ρ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ ...Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅...Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π²ΠΊΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ...Π²Ρ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ?! Π Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π° ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΏΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, Π²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ. Π ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅ Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅. ΠΠ½Π΅ ΠΈ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ...Π° ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ΅. ΠΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ. ΠΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°Ρ."
The Hours (1998) by Michael Cunningham
It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book...What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other.
"ΠΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΠΈ ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡ - Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΡΡΠΈΠ΄ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π»Π΅Ρ - ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΉ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ»ΠΊΠ°, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π²ΠΎΡΡ ΠΈΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΆΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΈ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π΅ Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ. <...> ΠΠ΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΌΡΡΠ½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π² ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΠΌΡΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΡΡΠΈ Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΉ Π² ΡΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠ°Π²Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ»ΠΊΠ° Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ ΠΏΡΡΠ΄Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π°ΠΊΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π²ΠΎΠ½Π°. Π ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅-ΡΠΎ Π½ΠΈ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΎΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π΅. Π’Π΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π·Π½Π°Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ. ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π² Π΅Π΅ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ."
"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so."
Π€ΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌ "Π§Π°ΡΡ" ΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Ρ ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΊΠ»Π° ΠΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠΌΠ° "Π§Π°ΡΡ".
ΠΠ΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅ (ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌΠ΅) ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ (ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Ρ, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΠΈΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ) ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½ΠΎ Ρ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ "Mrs Dalloway".
ΠΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Π»Π° Π½Π°Π·Π²Π°ΡΡ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ "The Hours".
The film ends with a line from Virginia's suicide note (in voice-over) in which she thanks Leonard for loving her: "Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours."

ΠΡΡΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π·Π°Π» | ΠΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ°, 2002 N12 | ΠΠ°Π»ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΌ ΠΡΡΠ΄Π±Π΅ΡΠΈ - ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»Ρ.: “Π ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π΅Π΅”.
ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΈΠΊ ΡΠ°Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π» Π² ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΡΠ»Ρ ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ “ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Ρ ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΉΠΊΠΎΠΉ”, ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅Π½Π° Π΄Π°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΡΡΡΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅ΠΌΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠΌΠΈ Π² ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅ ΠΎΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π°Π½ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ²Π»ΡΡΡ Π² Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ»Π°Π²Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅ΠΌΡΠΉ ΡΠΌΡΡΠ» Π±ΡΡΠΈΡ, ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π½Π°ΠΌ ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠΈΡΠΈΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΠ° ΡΠ΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, — ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΡ. Π€ΠΈΠ³ΡΡΠ° “ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Ρ ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΉΠΊΠΈ” ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΡΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅.
...ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎ ΠΠ»Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ ΠΡΠ»Π»ΠΎΡΡΠΉ, ΠΠΈΡΠ΄ΠΆΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡ ΠΡΠ»Ρ Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π² ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠΊΡ Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ:
“Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ — ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅. Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ — ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ° ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΠ΅Ρ , ΠΊΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΠ°Π· Π·Π° ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·Π°Π΅Ρ; Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠΉ; Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ³ — Π²ΡΠ΄ΠΎΡ ΡΠΈΠΌΡΡ; ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π°Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½Π΅ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ. Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ — ΡΡΠΎ-ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠΎΠ΄Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡΠΈΡ”.
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Friday, October 26, 2012
Heard this in the movie "Fracture"
"Do you dare stay out?
Do you dare go in?
And IF you go in -
Should you turn left or right?
Or right and three-quarters?
Or maybe not quite.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race,
Down long wiggled roads at break- necking pace
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
Headed I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
Or a bus to come, or a plane to go
Or the mail to come, or the rain to go
Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
Or waiting around for a Yes or No
Or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
Or waiting for wind to fly a kite
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake
Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
Or a wig with curls...
Or Another Chance."
(extracted from 'Oh, the Places You'll Go!', Dr Seuss)
Do you dare go in?
And IF you go in -
Should you turn left or right?
Or right and three-quarters?
Or maybe not quite.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race,
Down long wiggled roads at break- necking pace
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
Headed I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
Or a bus to come, or a plane to go
Or the mail to come, or the rain to go
Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
Or waiting around for a Yes or No
Or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
Or waiting for wind to fly a kite
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake
Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
Or a wig with curls...
Or Another Chance."
(extracted from 'Oh, the Places You'll Go!', Dr Seuss)
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