"Mr. Antoni seems to suffer"
I can't language it well, but I (Nell) thought so. Iri only agreed briefly that he was "thin," but that's not what I meant.
Every time I draw, Mr. Antoni feels desperate somewhere. I know you can't stop drawing in and of itself, but when you ask me if I enjoy drawing, I'm not sure I can say yes.
"Really?" I said, tilting my neck back to Ili, and I just said, maybe.
"It sure looks painful. Every time I paint, I feel like I'm biting.
"Oh, do you think Yufi would, too?
"Yes."
Only one thing older than me, Uffi, is so rich that he's smarter and more sensitive than me. Before Antoni said, "Are you enjoying painting that picture?" I asked him a question, and I was making him angry.
Because of that question, she was pissed off at Mr Toshiki, but I believe it is a necessary question. I'm sure I wouldn't hesitate to ask if I thought I could, too.
"He doesn't like art like that in the first place, does he?
"Really?
"He snuck up on me. This jizzy wanted to paint beautiful art, and it was like just looking at it and feeling mysterious, it was like I couldn't help but cry."
"Really..."
Does Mr Toshiki know that? Knowing that, is it making you paint that horribly vivid rough picture?
(I have no idea about Mr. Toshiki now...)
Mr. Toshiki didn't seem like a little older brother.
I laugh at the pieces and hold on to your work, but sometimes I feel like Meena is more of a sister when Toshiki pisses me off.
Mr. Toshiki had an invisible fear at the bottom.
Mr. Toshiki with verses who was being made to use Marc the previous slave trader for a small time and was even treated by the slaves as a poor guy, or possibly more sublime than us.
When they became their masters as slave traders, they were frightened that they might be avenged or treated badly.
Yet Mr. Toshiki gave him generous protection. I don't blame you for one thing. He only laughed deeply at the fact that the guy who doesn't work 'has' severe punishment, but that was what scared me to reject it.
Mr. Toshiki was not gentle. All of a sudden I started making them do cleaning, spears and other arches, and more and more of that and new stuff.
It is good that the slaves remember Mr. Toshiki slightly frightened or confused,.
Obviously, I was acting after reading people's psychology. The conversation also seemed pretty smart, and when I saw him breaking up with his adult sister, Hetty, I got scared (this guy is so good at spotting people's minds).
Scary, the impression faded since we started writing opera scripts together.
I was impressed with the opera, and Toshiki, who told me to write a script for the opera with him, who was such a good person if I could crack it down.
I think so. Yeah, I see, that sounds like it. Nell's got a lot of sensibility, though, a little bit of a fling of ideas.
Don't laugh at my opinions. They ask, no, I think they rather laughed a lot, but I thought Toshiki, who still listens seriously, was a very good person.
I was also convinced that you, Lutz, were so "Mr. Toshiki is a good man, he's very dry, but there's sincerity in being serious to the point that normal people would be bothered and wouldn't tell me".
I don't feel prejudiced because I'm a slave to what I'm talking about.
I don't make fun of me or Yufi or Ili because I'm a child of my choice. No, I make a fool of myself sometimes, but I won't tell you because I'm a child in the middle of it, not all of it.
Actually, I, I'm secretly writing a story, but he was also the one who said something that sounded like a prank: "I'll leave you with something you didn't see."
I could have used the back of the letter's rewritten paper and borrowed a little ink to write it for a break from practice putting on the accounting books.
But he didn't even get angry with me about "you did the job I asked for," but rather gave me "yes yours" and paper. You can write it, that means.
Paper is expensive, I thought, but it's cheap because it's a muddy paper found in a nearby dungeon, and only me and Uffi can formulate alkaline chemicals that precipitate muddy paper, so you can get as much as you want with that legend, and so on.
I wasn't sure, but I was glad to be admitted that you could write a story anyway.
(... but)
Would Toshiki pretend not to see Antoni's misery today?
"I will. There's a verse about that guy who doesn't dare talk to that kind of grid."
"Do. Your husband is quite lethargic"
The two say with their mouths shut.
As I listened to it, I thought Mr. Toshiki was losing it again.
Mr. Toshiki is both kind enough to listen to you in person and dry enough to break it off when it's your job after all. I don't know the border.
I'm sure that's Mr. Toshiki, I think. It was me who worried that someday Mr. Scary Toshiki would strip me of my fangs.
By the way.
"Don't strip me of my fangs... Lord! What did you do to Nell! Are you going to sleep with Nell before me!
"I don't know. I mean, your jerk gag sucks."
"Oh, I wonder if your husband has already got his hands on it... That was fast."
"Oh, my God, why would I do that?"
If I told you not to strip your fangs, it was strange that Mr. Toshiki panicked.
"Mr. Antoni, it's finally time to exhibit your paintings"
"Really? I think it was very early. Wow."
"I guess. Mr. Antoni, you were immersed."
"Right. Bye.... this jizzy likes flower paintings wow. I'm sure it's a flower, but when I draw it, I get a powerful image."
"Yeah. From what I've seen of flowers, it's new, isn't it? Because by now it should have been the flowers that are bright and bright. But Antoni paints a sparkle of burning life on a flower."
"That's right. Sometimes I wonder if this is a painting of flowers."
"You're immersed."
"Right. Bye. … thanks to you, my heart was relieved just a little"
……
"Master Toshiki, you're lying now, you made a face. You're right, it's a lie."
"... No way, I didn't think so"
"Here's what your eyes say. How can you see the look on my face? He said he read it from his expression, but he said he was just making it clear."
"This is a tough joke. No, I didn't think so. I was only glad that Antoni was immersed in the painting."
"I'm just running away from the painting."
"No way."
"To put it back in good looks, you're standing up to the painting. It's hard to draw."
"Mr. Antoni......"
"You'll never get what you wanted again. The only thing this jizzy paints right now is something that's not beautiful.... in love with beauty and trying to give everything to it, now I can only draw things that aren't beautiful."
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"But I think you're drawing something that's not beautiful. Sadly, my heart is comforted. I can immerse myself. I can dedicate everything there. I think you're doing the same thing that you did when you were young, throwing everything and immersing yourself in that art."
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"I could have noticed. I wonder what it feels like to be so exalted when you're portraying something that's not beautiful"
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"I scratched my feet just to get closer to something beautiful, and you found that to be a lie. At that time, I knew it was a lie to think that I was so impressed because I was on my way to beauty."
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"When I realized that I would never get what I wanted again, and that what I wanted was deception, this jizzy was finally beaten down.... Oh, in a situation where you no longer have a reason to paint something so beautiful, and you have to give up that you can't paint something so beautiful, this jizzy"
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"He wants to draw something beautiful"
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"You get stronger every time you draw. Let Kanvas dance to the brighter and more vibrant colors you want to see, and the more beautiful you look at them."
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"Why can't you see the shape?"
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"Dear Toshiki.... Fauvism is miserable. Don't let this jizzy forget."
"... won't you let me forget,"
"Right. Bye.... Why didn't I meet you within sight... That's all this jizz is about."
"I agree. I wanted to see your paintings back then."
"Bye..."
"But here's what I think at the same time. It's good to meet your painting now."
"... ooh, ooh"
"... Mr. Antoni?
"Oh... why then... Why can't you see the shape..."
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"Why..."
Antoni's tears fall from scratch.
There is no answer.
I'm sure Antoni himself wants to bite the beauty of this Fauvism painting deeper than anyone else.
Like talking to myself, why, I left him alone.
There was a noise of stepping on the sand.
Turning around, Nell was crying. Uffi was looking straight at Antoni, and Ili was comforting Nell, who was pounding tears.
……
I walked away silently.
I pressed the back of the three of them, eared them to keep Antoni calm and left him alone.