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Let me be, Olivier!

I didn't hurt myself.

El�onore's wating for you in the garden.

Don't be childish, Faustine.

Well, put me on the bed.

Show me your foot.

When I touch you like that, does it hurt?

No... What are you doing?

I'm kissing your ankle.

I'm kissing your knee.

I'm kissing the nape of your neck.

Stop me, Faustine, if it annoys you.

It does annoy me. Please, stop.

There you go.

Don't leave!

Come sit next to me.

What's going on here?

Nothing.

And now, sleep well, goody-two-shoes girl.

Don't go!

What do you want, dear God?

I don't know.

That you stay near me.

Why are you crying, little girl?

That was my first kiss.

I told him: Stop licking my neck.

You're not a dog, I'm not a bowl.

And I left...

Poor thing!

It really does nothing for me, dancing while getting felt up by these idiots.

They kiss you and don't even know your name.

Without knowing if you like spring best,

or summer.

In two days we're on holiday.

- You're going back to St Tropez? - No, not this summer.

My parents are but I'm going to the countryside, to my grandmother's.

To the countryside? Won't you get bored?

You see, this summer, for a change,

I want to get a bit bored.

FAUSTINE and the Beautiful Summer.

Unless I'm mistaken, you really are the famous Florence Nightingale.

Yes, but keep it to yourself, I'm here for some time off.

Can one dare to hope that you might take some tea at the ch�teau?

At the ch�teau, surely not!

You know my conditions.

Ah well... to the stables, perhaps.

Perhaps.

- Faustine! - Hello, Faustine.

- Joachim! - Goodbye, Joachim.

I'm waiting for my cousin, Ariane.

And I'm waiting for Henri, my grandfather.

Leave it, Grandma.

I like looking at your dresses.

Go and take a walk.

I'm in the water.

You can open your eyes, young man.

That's sneaky.

My dear little Florent,

if you knew how cool this water is.

You, pretending to be so hot.

Come on, cool off!

The only one you've cooled off is Verlaine.

Read me a poem.

"The roses were so red And the ivy so black."

"My dear, at your slightest movement, All my hopelessness flooded back."

"The sky was too blue, too tender, The sea too green...

...and the air too mild."

"I live in fear -of what's to come-

"Some awful flight of yours."

"Of the holly's verdant leaf And the lustrous boxwood I am weary."

"And of the endless landscape And of everything

"in your heart of hearts,

"alas!"

Thank you.

Give me a hand, I want to get out.

You can close your eyes.

Why are you like this today?

Like this? How so?

Provocative.

Because it's summer.

Because it was him,

because it was me.

Because.

Give me your hand now.

I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!

Such a liar.

No, enough already. You irritate me through and through.

I annoy you, really?

Well, I'm sorry.

You're really crazy, you know that?

Oscar Wilde...

Teatime! Father! Uncle Jean!

Your dad's gone to take a walk.

- Marie! - Mummy!

I love you, I love you.

Jean?

The water was delicious.

Right, Florent?

This young man has tried to slip away, into the house

without being seen. To get changed.

But we all saw that his clothes were soaked.

Strange!

Did you push your youngest stepson into the water,

dear stepmother?

Indeed.

You smell of the river.

And you, you smell of jam.

Did you push Florent into the water?

I wish my sons treated me with a little more respect.

That's all.

Florent called me a crazy woman and a liar.

- You're too young, stepmother - - Be quiet, you...

He said all these gentle words to me, and I pulled him into the river.

And what were you talking about?

What do you think we spoke of? Everything and nothing.

You know your sons: they get so wound up about everything.

Oh, this is getting us nowhere.

I don't want any tea.

Will you come home with Mummy, dear, or stay in the garden?

In the garden. Daddy, put me down. I've got things to do.

Are you coming?

- What were you playing just now? - A mazurka.

You don't want any tea?

No.

Hey, Florent! Florent!

The wolf will end up eating you...

Mind your own business.

What's he talking about?

Tomorrow, we need to start repainting the garden chairs.

This is flaking off completely.

You think so? It all has a decadent side that appeals to me.

We'll leave some nice flakes for you.

I'm wondering whether I should resist my taste for old roses,

rusty wire fences,

shutters that creak in the wind.

We'll repaint all the chairs tomorrow.

Dad!

It's hot, my girls.

- A kiss, Lord! - Two kisses!

- Do you want some hot toast? - Yes.

I went for a walk along the river.

But where's Marie?

I'm here.

I'll take my tea while I work.

It makes more sense.

Will you bring it to me, angel?

- Do you want to come with me to my office? - OK!

Good.

Who wants a stroll before dinner?

Are you coming, cousin?

Yes... Cousin.

Marie is having trouble sleeping tonight.

I know I haven't slept well every night since we arrived.

Come here!

No.

Fine.

And why not?

Don't want to.

Do you think you'll be in this mood long?

Always like this.

Fine.

If it's ok with you, I'm going to change bedrooms.

I'd rather sleep alone than with a woman

who doesn't want me to touch her.

What are you thinking

when I'm asleep beside you and you can't sleep?

About "that."

Go and ask if they'll make my bed up in the yellow bedroom.

OK.

I want Ariane and Camille to get married.

You're crazy.

Let them enjoy life, they're just kids.

I want to see babies in the house, to hold babies in my arms.

Then get remarried.

Do like I did, dear brother.

Marry a pretty little thing. You'll feel twenty years younger.

Or you'll put a bullet in your head.

Which is another way of not getting older.

But, in my opinion, it's the least stupid.

What happened to the moped yesterday?

Me!

The front tire's flat.

Yeah, yeah.

And you also took my last pack of cigarettes from my drawer.

Here it is!

Thanks.

But yesterday it was full.

Young poet, you're starting to get on my nerves.

It's a pack of cigarettes that you're calling a poet?

My petunias!

You're crazy!

This idiot winds me up with his supplies, his stinginess.

Sorry, my dear, sorry.

Looking good, nice little ass!

- Let go of me right now!

- Up already? - Yes, I'm hungry, hungry, hungry.

That's good.

I love this bread.

It smells of the earth and the sun. Some breads smell like that.

Yes, bread is a food for all seasons.

Which is also food for work, and food for men.

Bread is the earth and man in perfect harmony.

That's the reason you love it.

Yes, grandfather.

"Again and again and again

"I faint against your body."

"I faint, I sleep or why not die?"

Truly, I was thinking about you.

And I took the liberty of paying you a visit.

You're not cross?

I love houses, and, by the by, I want to visit them.

And I'm glad I forgot the bread.

Come to dinner here tonight.

We'll be back about eight.

No thanks.

I have a very kind family, a father, an uncle, a stepmother,

a brother, a half-sister, two cousins, four dogs.

No thanks, really.

And a kitten.

I've got a better idea. Come and have a picnic on the lake.

On which lake?

60 km away, there's a lake.

Will you come?

No.

- You don't like me? - I do.

Finally a kind word.

I should go.

Bye, Joachim.

We'll see each other again, mysterious Miss Nightingale?

For sure.

Where do you live?

They're back.

I want to go for a walk in the forest.

Joachim, Will you come with me?

With pleasure, beautiful stepmum.

I heard footsteps.

Has Florent ever been in love?

Alas, yes!

But why do you say, "alas, yes"?

I know you'd have preferred me to say, "Alas, no."

- What are you talking about? - Me? Nothing.

Now I've put my foot in it.

He loved your mother a lot?

As per normal.

Do you think he wants me for having taken her place?

He's so spiteful with me.

- What did I say wrong? - Hey, listen.

Be frank with me: I want Florent, You think that...

- He's going to... - You're crazy.

Listen, I'm telling you yes.

He'll make himself ill, the poor fool.

You think?

No, I get on his nerves.

Why do you say that?

Because I'm sure of it.

Why are you so sure? Did he say something to you?

Who could look at you without wanting you, dear stepmother?

Sometimes I wish I were sixteen.

You're going to make me cry.

Let's go back.

What do I get in return for this little morsel of information?

There.

That's not much.

Let me alone, dirty brat.

Why did you marry my father?

Because he had two very fine sons.

Hello, Miss Nightingale.

You see,

I've found your hideaway.

I found I had nothing more to say to you.

You shouldn't kiss me without my permission.

Well, do I have permission

to give you a good morning kiss, Miss Nightingale?

No.

I really want to.

Really? And where do you want to kiss me?

Where?

On your neck, again.

In the crook of your arm.

On your little knees.

And then I'll come back to your mouth.

And then...

Shall I go on?

No, you should go, I have things to do.

Goodbye.

This afternoon, around five,

will you be there? - Yes.

Hey - doing the chairs was your idea.

Camille, you annoy me.

There is, across our fields, a girl with whom I'm falling in love.

Sorry, Florent.

Is it a peasant girl?

I won't say anything else.

I've had enough, I want to go for a stroll.

Are you coming, Camille?

- Yes. - Me too, I'm stopping.

- Where is Marie? - Uncle Jean is giving him his piano lesson.

Good!

I'm off. See you later.

The kitchen also needs repainting.

- It's repulsive. - Yes, red.

No, you're clueless. It's quite dark.

Did the work go well, Dad?

Just looking out the window saying, It's much too nice a day for working.

I fought and then I gave in.

I'll be back for lunch.

I'll take Marie. Is that ok with you?

Where are we going?

Where you want.

"All these, all these, all these things that come to me...

"... I'll throw them at you wildly, not in a careful bouquet.

"I love thee, I'm stifling, I love you, I go mad,

"I can't bear it, it's too much.

"Your name is in my heart inscribed like on a bell,

"And all the time, Roxane, I tremble.

"Ever the bell shakes, and your name rings out."

Daddy has less wrinkles than you on his face.

And you don't like wrinkles?

No, I like faces that are really rough, and really smooth.

Faces that look like apples?

Yes.

Hi, Mummy!

Do me a favor, take this little girl back home. She's tired.

Excuse me.

I'll come down.

Hello.

Thank you.

I'm going that way. Goodbye.

Are you ill?

No, I just got too hot outside.

What time is it?

It's five o'clock.

Sit down.

You are a little devil.

Sometimes.

Like right now, for example.

Have you always wanted to kiss me?

Among other things.

But right now, I'd rather do something else.

What?

I want to run my hand over your naked skin.

Do it, if you like.

Are you makikng fun of me?

No.

I did not say that you could kiss my back.

Cut me off, and I'll give you a good thrashing.

That'll teach him.

- Where are the others? - Gone out to run some errands.

What heat! Do you want to go swimming?

No.

I frighten the gentle Florent?

Ok, fine. If you won't let me read in peace.

let's go and have a swim.

Marie, please don't move.

Does anyone know where Florent is?

Well, that's evidence.

I could never be a revolutionary.

I like doing what I enjoy, and not what I don't.

And revolutionaries spend their lives in constant struggle, right?

Marie, don't turn your head.

Camille, stop talking, you're making her move.

Could you tell me, please, why all the gates are blue?

It's through a blue door that one enters into the world

where little cats do their painting.

Well, that's what I thought. Thanks a lot.

- Who's that? - I don't know.

Call her back, she's too cute!

- Where are you going? - We'll be back.

Miss...

Have you read the book, "The Kitten Painters"?

One's called good, the other, gold.

I knew as soon as I saw her that she was a sweetheart!

Come have some tea with us, there's English jam as well.

No thanks, really. - Why not?

But why "Why not"? - I don't like messing with other people's lives.

- But what do you like to do? - I don't like talking about it.

I don't like talking. I should go.

Goodbye.

"A green mouse running through the grass," (nursery rhyme)

"I catch it by the tail..."

I know what you like.

It's hiding yourself in a little hole, just like a little green mouse.

But watch out. One day, all that will change.

And one fine day, it's through a blue gate

that the little green mice come into the world.

- Where the cats eat them. - Not at all.

The cats look look at the little mouse.

As they find her pretty, and as they like to paint.

They make her pose, and do her portrait.

Is this the first year that Faustine's spent her holiday with you, on the farm?

No, she came once when she was twelve.

Well, I would love to live on a farm.

I'd love to know people who live with animals, on the land.

Aren't your parents going to worry?

No, ma'am. For our vacations, everyone does what they like.

Dad is a professor of ethnography,

Uncle Jean is on the French Literary faculty at Grenoble.

- They're brothers? - Yes.

We live with Mum and spend our holidays with Dad.

When the air is mild like this evening,

it feels like you're swimming in the air.

True, and it makes you feel like being naked.

The day after tomorrow, we're having a garden party. Will you come, Faustine?

I don't know. - You'll be fine, I assure you.

Who goes there?

It's just us, girls. We're taking a walk, too.

- Would you mind us walking with you? - No, not at all. On the contrary.

Who wants to play pinball with me?

- Let's go! - I'll just watch.

Sit down. Order some drinks, we're coming.

- You're angry with me? - Not at all.

But you look angry.

Is that better?

Do what you like. I'm going home.

It's incredible.

I don't know, but I swear that if that guy had taken my arm

and said to me: "Come here."

I would have gone.

And you didn't want to go?

She's incredible, the green mouse.

Good night, little mouse. See you soon!

- You won't come in? - No thanks.

- Good evening! - Good evening!

Good evening, Cousin.

- Good evening, Cousin. - Is she called Faustine, by any chance,

the one that's caught your eye, Cousin?

Yep, Cousin.

You have good taste. Good evening, Cousin.

Good evening, Cousin.

- Good night, Uncle Jean. - Good night, my dear.

- Florent wasn't with you? - No.

Oh dear!

Shall we go round the back?

No, go back by yourself.

I'll come back later.

Off you go.

I don't feel very proud of myself.

Florent...

Thank you.

Claire isn't with you?

No... I walked a long way.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Sleep well, you look done in.

Good night, dear brother.

Hello.

Hello.

I see you like rain, too. - No, I don't like it.

Put that on.

I'm going home, I'm a bit cold.

And your sweater?

If you want to follow me, it's quite near by.

I could give it back to you right away.

I can't right now. Give it back to me later.

This evening? Tomorrow?

This evening or tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Here, at the same time. Would that be all right?

It's settled then.

I really don't know why I was crying.

This water, falling,

I think it was contagious.

Until tomorrow, then.

I won't kiss you if you don't want it.

I just want to touch you a little bit.

Don't move, stay there.

Stop!

Why did I let you caress me like that?

I don't know.

My body likes your caresses,

but my heart doesn't.

I'm sad.

Go now, and don't come back.

Long story short, I don't love you.

Since our first meeting I've thought about you too much.

Tell me about it one more time.

I feel dizzy.

I've never let anyone kiss me before.

You are the first.

Why?

Because it seems like you will speak to me,

that you will listen to me,

that you will teach me everything that a young girl doesn't know.

And also that I know you'll like

what's best in me,

not only what meets the eye.

And so shall I.

And why did you believe all that? We don't know each other.

Why does one believe

such things?

Don't scare me.

Tell me that I'm not mistaken.

I don't know.

I don't know if I'm that man.

But don't say anything more.

Now you must be cold.

But I don't want you to get dressed.

I want to drink all the drops of water that are trickling over you.

Drink them all.

I am a bit cold.

Take me away.

It's through a blue door that one enters into the world.

Where the cats are doing their painting.

Once upon a time

two kitten painters with green eyes.

Good, and Good As Gold.

It's very easy, Good was saying.

Red is red and Blue is blue, Good As Gold replied.

Hello.

Well, the green mouse!

With this sky and this bakery smell, you could think it was November.

Why did you decide to come here today, little mouse?

Overcast days and rain make me sad.

The fields, the roads, everything's so damp.

Dad taught us to love all the seasons.

Take that to the library.

I promise you, they will be surprised.

Do you want to?

And tell my Uncle Jean that we're about to serve tea.

He's playing the piano in the lounge.

The tablecloth.

Who's that?

A friend of the girls.

Hello.

- We're about to serve the tea. - Thank you.

- Should we wake Camille? - I don't know.

- I'll go ask her sister. - Fine, there you go.

Camille! Dad! Teatime!

Didn't we sleep well together, hey my flower? - Yes.

Joachim, I think you already know Faustine.

- Yeah, yeah. - Right, stop playing around now.

I'm going to wash my hands.

Me too.

- Faustine! - I'm coming.

- Isn't she cute, Dad? - Yes.

Faustine, this is Dad.

I've brought back your sweater, sir.

You know each other?

We met in the forest.

You lost your blue ribbon.

Thank you, sir.

Where's Mum?

- Excuse me. - She's washing her hands.

Right, yeah, yeah.

Hello.

There he is again.

Since I saw him at your house,

he goes by there every day, after his work.

And you've not spoken to him?

If it bothers you, tell him not to walk that way.

You are right, Faustine.

It's brightening up.

It's going to be a lovely evening.

I'll read you a story that Faustine really likes, Marie.

It's through a blue door that one enters into the world.

Where the cats are doing their painting.

Once upon a time there were two kittens.

I feel like walking. I'f you're going home, I'll go with you.

I'm not going home yet.

Where's your father, please? - Out walking.

- Thank you. - In the fields.

That way?

Good evening, my dears.

Sleep well.

Summer isn't over.

Summer isn't over.

Sunshine fills the air.

Flowers of all colors,

I drink you in, you make me dizzy.

- I didn't think you were going to come. - Why?

You know well enough.

Well, that's stupid.

Haroun

and me, Ariane.

They almost sound the same.

Shall we walk?

Where would you like to go?

Along the water's edge, it's cooler.

Even by the water, it's hot today.

Shall we sit in the shade?

If you like.

There, how's that?

Yes.

Here, it's nice.

A man needs very little to be happy.

If his body is at ease, that's almost enough.

I need to go.

Goodbye. Thank you for coming.

Why did you ask me to come this morning?

To watch you sleep for five minutes?

No, not at all.

- Why did you run after me? - I was angry.

- Because of me? - Obviously.

Why?

Because. Because...

Because.

I should not have asked you to come.

Why?

We have nothing in common.

You think too much.

All I know,

is that when I touch you like this,

I think I'm going to faint.

We can't stay here.

No.

- I'm happy. - Me too.

Hello, Faustine.

Hello.

I picked some flowers for you.

Thank you.

Oh, and make sure you don't forget to come to the garden party tomorrow.

I won't forget.

Good, well, see you tomorrow.

Until tomorrow, then.

Upon my soul, the delicate poppy.

Delicate newborn poppy.

Did you see?

He didn't talk to me about the ribbon.

He made nothing of it.

He made nothing of it!

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'd like it said that you just got out of prison,

that I was waiting at the door,

and that we haven't seen each other for two years.

And so?

Well, we're happy to find each other again.

So what have you been doing during these two years?

I waited for you.

Liar.

Did it feel long, these two years without you?

Almost as long as going from this morning to this evening without you.

Good evening, Faustine.

Good evening.

"...this mirror in the shadow Is shining too fair in this dark alcove

"these flowers are too bright, your eyes too opaque;

"Why did you not overwhelm me, Portia, with all your force?

"Perhaps, God willing, had I weapons found!

"But when you drowned me with tears and kisses,

"Say, who can defend me, or who will save me?

"You've made me too happy; your love will kill me!" (* de Musset, Portia)

Shut up!

What is it?

Camille!

I heard you reading her this poem.

- To whom? - Don't take me for a fool.

I never read her a Musset poem.

Oh right, so you read her poems too.

- Come, come. - Don't touch me, dirty brute!

But you're jealous!

I told you to shut up. I can't bear your shrill voice!

My dear little Camille, don't get angry with me.

It would make me too sad.

No thanks, I take my tea without sugar.

Why are you laughing?

Because you're really jealous! I wasn't sure before.

Well, I'm laughing... Because it makes me happy.

I love you so much.

- You know? - And her?

What does it mean?

It's very different.

- Besides, I'm already a little bit... - Liar!

I assure you it's true.

It's more and more true.

Each minute.

I desperately want to kiss you.

What's come over you all of a sudden?

Are you coming in, Faustine?

Well, good evening, Faustine.

Until tomorrow.

Don't make such a scene. I'm profiting from the situation, that's all.

Believe me, girls, it's simple, it's beautifully unneccesary.

- Life is elsewhere. - I don't think so, and neither do you.

Yes it is, old man. Listen, this little one, Faustine,

And as for the others, if you work at it hard enough...

But once we know it's possible, why do it?

It's like it's already done.

It's as if you said:

"Once one knows it's possible to live, why live at all?"

And pleasure?

Baloney, young man!

What matters is very simple: It's to be the strongest.

Stonger than who?

Than everyone else.

What's clear about you is that you say things you don't believe.

It's not really that, my dear. It's just that, in general,

I always think at the same time of something and its opposite.

Oh, what a sweetheart! Oh, how pretty it is!

Look, Camille, how pretty Faustine is.

I came earlier to help you. - Earlier, but too late.

- Everything's ready. We've just got time to get dressed. - That's right.

Faustine...

Don't be too suprised. I invited the laborers

who work for your grandfather.

But I'm not surprised.

Provided it doesn't rain...

There's a light breeze stirring behind you.

And in my direction.

I hadn't heard you.

But in the air, all at once, a new nuance came forth, little by little.

And I recognized your scent.

It pleases me to imagine that the wind took my scent

and carried it to you.

I felt like I was light, light,

like I was actually flying in the wind.

Like an aroma.

And I was wrapping myself around you.

I won't disturb you.

I'll mix myself with other scents of the earth.

My breathing is gentle like the breaths of the wind.

Sweet like magnolia, like lemon.

I'm floating in the air and you breathe me in.

You must fear nothing, Faustine.

It's only other people who can be afraid of you.

I've always been a dreamer.

I'm afraid my dreams will pass into reality.

I'm afraid I'll smash into a thousand pieces,

shattered.

Who didn't dream when they were sixteen?

What did you dream about?

When I was sixteen, I saved young girls in danger.

The young girl I saved, she was always the same.

I made her up.

Of course I never met her.

And that held me back from falling in love --

unhappily and happily.

This made-up girl, was she like me?

- You know she was. - Yes.

As soon as you spoke of her, I knew it.

And now, what will happen?

Soon, the party guests.

Oh, such a shame!

The sun's gone away. - Very pretty.

Faustine, how do we look?

Personally, I find us all filled with incredible beauty.

And them?

Are they as nice?

You're all really...very pretty.

Florent, come here. I've something to say.

I'll be right back.

Hello.

As soon as a child is born, you know that they will die.

Marie isn't ill.

But won't she get old? Won't she die?

And me? And you?

And this garden?

Don't laugh.

You understand nothing.

Your thoughts are empty.

All you say to me are vulgar things.

You don't even understand why I don't like you.

It's not enough for someone to touch someone else,

And then to not touch them any more when their desire for them has passed.

Me,

me, I want to talk.

And I want to be talked to.

And you, what can you say to me?

That you are very ravishing today.

And that I want a stack of things.

Thank you.

Thank you for telling me that you find me pretty.

Give me my ribbon.

Not long ago, here, because of you, I was terribly happy.

And now you're crying.

Because of you.

Because you left me there, and you were laughing about me.

I think it's finally brightening up.

Forgive me.

I'm not afraid any more.

Now it's my turn.

And finally Faustine will enter into the world.

through a blue door.

Today, my first kiss.

And in seventy years, at best, I'll be dead.

You see it all so well.

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