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I am devastated,

Vanessa. How can you imagine drawing a line

about the most beautiful love story,

the purest,

the brightest who ever existed?

How do you think you live without the taste of my skin,

my mouth,

our caresses, our kisses?

Your breakup letter betrays you.

She says how you only love me.

So why do you want to hurt me?

I who was the most faithful man

of all, with you.

I made a promise to God that never,

no never

you would not be part of my past.

Go for it. Say it:

“Woe to man through whom the scandal comes.

"Matzneff, he is too beautiful,

"he is too free, too happy, too insolent,

“he’s so in love. ” So maybe I'm not

like everyone, but I will never deny

my accomplices. But finally...

to hear you,

you would think you belong

to a criminal association.

There are only the judges to talk about the criminals.

Maybe I'm a fisherman,

but that doesn't matter as my confessor and me.

The mea culpa,

it's on his own chest that we hit him,

not on that of his neighbor or his neighbor.

Sorry, dear friend.

Your neighbor would be delighted that you visit

Her chest.

The real criticism made of me these "honest people",

is to have the courage

to be myself, not to regret anything,

and write, as Tolstoy liked to say,

with the blood of my heart.

"Maybe he's around me only ghosts,

"but of what I am sure, it’s that the living, themselves,

"are in my books. "

Yes dear.

Do you like reading Vanessa?

Oh yes.

She loves literature.

She prefers books to all the distractions

children his age.

A literary temperament. Interesting.

Me at 11 years old,

I discovered The Three Musketeers.

It's thanks to Dumas

that I became a rider.

Reading a book

can change the course of a life.

It is therefore essential

to meet his masters as soon as possible,

when the mind is formed.

Who do you already have

admired, Vanessa?

Vanessa, at 13, she has already read so much.

She loves Cohen, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy...

She is much more cultured than his own mother.

Oh yes, yes, really.

No, no, I assure you.

Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.

We'll have to talk about it, Vanessa.

I believe we have lots of things in common.

Gab the Rafale?

That was my nickname to military service.

Ah good?

I could never have imagined that.

I was the best with a machine gun.

And as my adjutant said: "Matzneff, 200 m away,

"he would put a bullet in the ass of a fly. "

A little idea for Goncourt?

It's the same jury than last year.

I was a little disappointed. “Disappointed”?

I don't like it at all, Duras.

The Lover was...

Yes, it sells. It's amazing.

I read The Barbarian Wedding

of Queffélec. Listen... it's quite surprising.

And you?

I loved Besson.

All right. Dara?

Dara. This is exceptional.

Where do you live exactly?

It is a very good choice,

but this book is not for a girl your age.

Do you want to read this writer?

Yes.

Then this one will suit you better.

Vanessa?

Here's the mail.

"Dear Vanessa,

"it's from a dipped feather

"in the blood of my heart that I dare to write to you today.

"But this feather

"is powerless to tell you the delicious trouble

"that you gave birth to in me.

"I tried in vain to fight against the spell

"with your beautiful eyes resting on me, this November evening.

“You haunt me.

“You are not like the others.

“Dear Vanessa, what enchantress are you?

"I would like to be the confidant

"from your heart and the keeper of your secrets.

"Mix your fingers with mine would be enough for my heart...

“I didn’t know I was so vulnerable.

“My sweet princess, l’m worried.

"Maybe I'm wrong, but I cannot reason with myself.

"Dear Vanessa, your absence

“tortures me.

"Not hearing from you is unbearable to me.

“You are not like the others.

“I noticed it from the first moment. Dear Vanessa...

"You deserve it...

"I will be the man

"happiest to read

"in return to mine your precious words.

"My sweet princess,

"don't answer me that when you judge me worthy,

"When you're ready.

“I dream of you, day and night. ”

So, composition of the subject.

Who is it?

It's your father? Subject of the verb in the ablative,

participle of the verb in the ablative.

SO...

I'm listening to you, the subject of the verb in the ablative,

it's what?

Springora, are you with us?

You can't imagine

that your excellent grades exempt from following along with the others.

“Beware of hubris who loses the heroes. "

For the next time,

you will search for the meaning of this word:

hubris. H.U.B.R.I.S, and you will explain it

to your comrades.

So, this participle...

Madam?

Volunteer to recite?

Uh...

Hubris, madam, among the Greeks,

it’s excessive pride.

It's a mistake which causes the destruction of men,

heroes you were talking about.

Oedipus, for example.

It's because

of his excessive pride that he met a tragic fate.

Do I have to search again, madam,

or is this enough for you?

AND THEN THE YEAR AFTER

I WILL START AGAIN

I WILL PROSTITUTE MYSELF

FOR POSTERITY

SCHOOL NEWS

WILL SAY I'M A FAGOT

MAKE MY EYES STINK OF ALCOHOL

I'D BE GOOD TO STOP...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VANESSA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It's not a big deal. Let's say

encouragement from me.

THANKS.

It really touches me. Very much.

Champagne!

Write, well, it may seem stupid,

but first it starts by sitting at a table...

And write every day.

So.

Listen...

I can't tell you anything again, but...

But I... Let me see, my darling.

That's wonderful.

Thank you, Jean-Didier.

You are welcome.

Vanessa has so many facilities.

I tell her to be demanding with herself.

Follow Jean-Didier’s advice.

A literary critic like him knows what he's talking about.

I'm so proud of you, my darling,

And that's just the beginning.

THANKS.

We write when we are well.

That's why I want that you always look higher,

higher than you.

Never below.

You understand?

You don't want to stay for dinner?

I can't, you know well.

When are you going to talk to him?

See you next week.

All right?

Kiss your daughter.

Are there no secrets between you and me?

It's our pact.

There is us and the rest of the world.

Men always end by behaving like bastards.

Your father already...

You should go get some rest.

I'll take care of dinner.

I am glad to see you, Vanessa.

So happy.

You do not have to be afraid.

You are welcome.

This is where I write.

No.

I read books for adults, You know.

These books, we will read them together,

when we know each other better.

Sit down.

I can refer to you informally?

I don't know

if I should be here.

Maybe... it would be better

that I leave?

No. Vanessa,

but you have nothing to fear from me.

I swear it to you before the Blessed Virgin.

The Holy Virgin?

Look at her.

She protects us.

Let's not go too fast.

I was with Gabriel, mom.

I do not know.

Is he in your class?

But no.

Look, he wrote me a poem.

He loves me, he writes it to me.

It's true, look.

Look at.

What did you do?

Mom?

You do not know him. He is vicious, debauched.

Oh no!

No, you are wrong, I assure you.

He's not like that. He respects me, mom.

He loves me.

No, he doesn't love you. He desires your youth.

Oh!

He's a pedophile.

You are not aware?

But anyway, everyone knows it.

You knew it when you took him home?

If you see him again, I'm sending you to boarding school.

You do not have the right.

I love it.

I am your mother. I have all the rights.

You hear me? You are my responsibility.

Your responsibility?

Your daughter in the back of a car with a pedophile? That's it?

It makes no sense, what you say,

I'm not a kid anymore.

You are jealous,

In fact.

You are jealous.

That's it?

If you stop me from experiencing this love, I will stop college.

I do not care! I'm going to live in a squat!

In my chest, there is a girl who hanged herself in her bedroom.

I can do it if you separate me from him! You hear me!

We are not doing anything wrong.

What happens between us, It’s beautiful, it’s very rare.

Why a 14 year old girl would not have the right to love

who does she want?

Maybe when you know better, will you be disappointed?

I know perfectly who you are.

You and me, we are the same.

Your mother, she is afraid of what she doesn't know.

We will prove to them that true love exists.

Great love, I haven't read it

than in books.

Reassure me, you're not afraid?

No.

And then I've already done things,

with Julien.

Julian? Who is Julien?

Is he a boy your age?

It's when I was little.

Well tell me. Tell me.

We didn't make love.

We just caressed each other,

on holiday.

It was to play.

Caressed? But were you completely naked?

Sometimes, almost.

But are you going to see him again, this Julien?

Where does he live?

There is something between you, always?

No.

No. No?

He no longer interests me. I swear to you.

Are you sure about it?

I see clearly, in your eyes, you don't tell me everything.

Tell me the truth.

Do you still like him?

No.

No. And...

He has a girlfriend now.

It won't happen again, I promise you.

Will you promise me, Vanessa? Yes.

You promise me?

Yes.

Yes, and then...

He's a kid, you know, It has nothing to do with you.

But you're still a virgin?

I do.

Yes of course.

My first time, I wanted live it with someone I love,

and who loves me too.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You know, I love you so much, that's why,

I do not support, I will never stand

that another can ask his hands on you.

That drives me crazy. You understand? And then...

it could have been terrible for you, traumatic.

Your first time with a boy brutal, inexperienced.

It's a chance for you let me be the first.

You know...

maybe I'm not perfect...

but I have mastered the art of love.

I will be

for you the best teacher.

Tender...

persevering...

and imaginative.

Sorry, sorry.

Don't worry.

I'll take the time.

Because it's you.

Because you are unique.

Are you trembling, my darling child?

You want me to stop?

I won't force you to do anything.

Huh, you know that?

It hurts, it hurts, sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sorry.

Don't blame me. It doesn't matter.

We can do otherwise, You know.

Like a little boy.

Jean-Didier called. We could have dinner together, the three of you?

You love talking literature with him.

You hurt.

I'm not asking you if you know Alice in Wonderland.

Well yes, of course, I know.

For what?

This masterpiece would never have existed

if its author was not really fell madly in love

of a little girl named Alice.

No, but today we are pushing screams of horror for everything.

I would have been so proud

that you accompany me to this signing.

Let someone see me with my beautiful schoolgirl.

What are you looking at?

You.

I hadn't been so inspired for so long.

I wrote about you, I didn't stop,

pages and pages in my diary,

pages in your image, sublime.

You have not forgotten what Did I explain it to you last time?

In love, nothing is dirty.

There are no dirty or forbidden gestures.

And when things could appear embarrassing to you,

tell yourself well that everyone does them

and that's normal.

It's just love.

Why did you do that? This is my diary.

You disgust me.

You hear, you disgust me.

I'm scared for you.

It's my life, it's none of your business.

NOW, I'll have to tell him.

Your father will agree with me.

Me, I don't care of him now,

I do not want to see him any more.

I no longer have a father,

I could lose my mother. It doesn't scare me.

Vanessa, stop.

Drop that bag, you're not going anywhere!

You hear me? Stopped!

I'm going to go see the cops.

I won't leave you waste your life with this guy.

He's 50, you're 14!

He's using you! It's wrong.

Artists have lived passions with girls my age.

And they were their muses.

I speak to you of great love.

You don't know anything about it. What have you done in your life?

And you're alone now.

And you hurt me.

Why are you crying?

Plus, you stink of alcohol.

It's okay, go ahead.

Do what you want, I don't care.

You won't have to complain afterwards, will you?

Go ahead, go!

You do not know her.

Nothing was easy for her.

I don't want to sow discord between you.

I'm afraid you prefer

choose your mother over me.

It is unfair.

I wish my life either a blank page,

but the past cannot be erased. Before you,

I lived like a Libertine,

But it's over.

There is only room for you.

You are my redemption, Vanessa.

But if you don't believe in me...

Before you, I loved another daughter, Francesca.

She made me suffer terribly.

She was jealous, hysterical, possessive, crazy.

Crazy.

She could have destroyed me.

You are the “ultimate child” I was hoping for.

And if necessary, I will fight to marry you.

You are my last love.

Culture without conscience is only ruin of the soul, isn't it?

"Don Giovanni, K.527" by Mozart

As I never had children, I have no experience?

No, I didn't say anything like that.

We were all children, facing our parents first.

It's already an experience.

Mine separated when I was 6 months old.

I've never seen them together in the same room.

The nurses educated me.

They gave me the basic rules:

no elbows

on the table.

We don't walk on lawns.

We don't cry, especially when you're a boy.

And what does that give? adulthood?

White lies. Certainly

courteous and friendly in society,

but at what cost?

No, but I think

that must be left children grow up,

as they want, as they please.

We must let them be wrong, to hurt one's self...

We have to let them learn. Being yourself is exactly that.

We can not say that our generations,

we do not have exactly the same age...

that we were educated according to these principles.

Well, let me tell you...

You're not listening, Vanessa.

That you knew

respect your daughter's nature,

and I congratulate you.

She is really

different from the others, she is...

more mature, more authentic...

unique.

I can sleep

at Gabriel's this evening?

No, no, I...

You can not find that she is a little tired?

Mom, please.

No.

Your mother is right.

My darling child,

We will see each other tomorrow.

Be careful not to drown yourself in chocolate,

It’s fertilizer for acne.

Your mom works

in publishing, right?

Yes...

She and her mother are close.

Your mother doesn't mind

that you cherish the scandalous,

the sulphurous, the intrepid

rider that we know?

Age difference don't worry him more?

Love has no age.

Totally agree. You are brilliant for thinking like that.

Not only, I think so, but...

I am ready

to shout it loud and clear. She's a good student.

She had a good teacher.

It is applied. And very determined.

I am no longer a child.

You are absolutely adorable.

Have you heard from Francesca?

Oh no, very little.

How is Marie-Agnès?

Alright. She is always so fresh, sparkling.

And although I broke his heart,

she is not yet too hardened by life.

I saw Diane again

who asked me to participate at his conference

at the Sorbonne, I obviously couldn't refuse.

Vanessa is different others.

She is intelligence.

She is ahead on absolutely all levels.

Well almost.

It's what?

A love letter.

Why are you sad, then?

I am touched.

His words are magnificent.

I had never read a letter

as beautiful. I can see?

No.

"That you are not yet ready for others

"types of reports that modo puerili,

"I do not care, but you have to make an effort

"to be more daring.

"I think I'm very nice towards you, right?

"You too, you could be even more

"and take care of me as I care for you.

"I told you, in love,

“Nothing is dirty. Maybe I'm unfair,

"or maybe you're too young In my opinion.

"But dissatisfaction in a man

"is a source of pain,

"and my ultimate child,

"I dare to hope that you want make me truly happy. "

Vanessa?

You are not with your little classmates?

I find them more and more stupid.

I have nothing more to do with them.

And nothing, no one I'm not interested in anything except you.

If you leave me, I will kill myself.

I am your schoolgirl, and your child,

your lover,

your little boy, I will be everything you want.

Ask me what you want.

What could I do to fill my favorite teacher?

That his schoolgirl applies to show him what he taught him.

Mom...

Mom, I'm hurt. Mom...

Call Gabriel!

I will come back to see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Vanessa.

Who's the guy who's coming? to glare at me?

He's a psychologist, he's a friend of my mother.

Mmm.

It's rheumatism acute joint.

He thinks I'm somatizing.

I don't know what she told him.

Hmm. Yes I see.

I see I see.

Well first, I sit down.

A little back.

I work on my gaze.

Intense, the look.

SO...

I'm listening to you... eh...

Even though I already have an idea on my young patient.

Pretty, very pretty.

Very very

pretty.

I ask him about his dreams, and I let her speak.

If she could send me a transfer quickly.

Well, I know, it's not ethical,

but it is for my cause.

Obviously, I don't tell him.

But, I sharpen my weapons.

Quickly, and be careful,

a powerful quote to stun him.

Here it is: “The dream is the guardian of sleep”

There she is, she can no longer resist.

I'm holding it.

Come on, the final blow.

Would it lack reference points, father...

landmark...

Won.

My beautiful child,

consult instead Doctor Gabriel.

He will tell you that your illness is not psychosomatic.

It's an infection,

or inflammation.

What an idiot, this psychologist.

Already, by nature, I never tasted too much

to the sermons of old Sigmund, but this bullshit

confuse me with these pastries.

Me...

I prefer nuns.

Are they painful?

At times, but that's okay.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes. It's more than that, we are a couple.

A couple?

Don't be embarrassed by my question:

you have already had sexual intercourse?

I would like to make love with him, but I can not.

It's someone who pays close attention to me...

but every time he tries,

it hurts me so much, and it freaks me out, so...

So I'm afraid he's had enough.

Even though he loves me,

I'm afraid he's had enough that I do not give myself to him,

that he finds me childish and he leaves me.

It is not fair.

I would like...

I would like so much that he sees me as a woman,

and not like a kid.

There must be an explanation.

I'll just ask you to put your feet here.

Alright.

Ah, you are indeed the virgin incarnate.

I never saw such an intact hymen,

it's a real chastity belt.

Don't worry like that.

I can help you if you wish it?

A small intervention surgical,

under local anesthesia, and everything will be fine,

without any difficulty, without any pain.

I love you.

It's a big day.

A sacred day for you and for me.

The pages I will write

will be the most beautiful of my life.

Get back into bed, my darling child.

I never dared to tell you, but...

I too write.

Really.

It is to you that I will devote my first book.

He will only talk about you.

I don't want to forget anything from that moment when I initiated you.

One thing I don't write,

and I very quickly have the feeling for never having experienced it.

I will be your memory.

And you, my child,

you will discover yourself there like in a mirror.

THE BEAUTIFUL WILL HAVE MADNESS IN HEAD

AND THE LOVERS

FROM THE SUN TO THE HEART

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT THE CHERRY SEASON

WHERE WE'RE GOING TWO PICKS

DREAMING

EARRINGS

CHERRIES OF LOVE WITH THE SAME ROSES

FALLING

UNDER THE LEAF IN DROPS OF BLOOD

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT

THE CHERRY SEASON

CORAL PENDANTS

I saw your old guy

kissing another girl on the bus.

My father told me that he was a bastard pedophile.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

My writings are and will remain my worst enemies.

We use a few, certainly without having read them,

to say anything about me.

And your little brat friend,

be very sure that he only repeats

what his stupid parents told him.

Why do not you want that I read your books?

What are you hiding from me?

I'm just afraid that some pages may shock you.

And then these writings no longer correspond to the man

that I have become thanks to you.

When I'm older, will you still love me?

Thanks to me,

you will be forever young.

I made a big decision, Vanessa.

I'm going to write a novel inspired by our meeting.

This will be the witness of our solar love

and my reformed existence for beautiful eyes

of a 14 year old girl.

She will be called "Allegra",

he will be called “Nil”.

I don't have the rest.

But there will have to be

twists and turns, suspense.

We will imagine it together.

Yes.

Allegra.

Nile.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I go.

Mr Matzneff.

Minors Brigade. Delighted.

What can I do for you?

We would like to speak to you.

But of course, only, I have to surrender

to a signature. It's a routine visit.

Alright. But allow me

to say goodbye to this young student

who came to question me on my work.

Of course, Mr. Matzneff.

THANKS.

See you soon.

We won't go at the same time anymore at my studio. Too risky.

We won't be able to walk by hand anymore in hand nor walking together.

I spent the day hiding

all traces of you.

We are being watched. We are being spied on.

You will have to wait to all possible scenarios.

We broke the law.

Never forget that.

Piano

You don't measure the seriousness of the situation.

It is I who can be condemned.

What if I lost your custody?

Imagine that you find yourself placed in a host family

until you turn 18?

Oh! You realize?

She types 2 notes.

Everything went wonderfully.

I was absolutely remarkable.

The police assured me that it was not

just a formality administrative.

Letters of denunciation regarding celebrities.

“Sir, we are receiving some hundreds a day. ”

Can I get you a drink?

Sit down. You are welcome.

I always keep on me

the laudatory letter that François Mitterrand sent to me.

If they had wanted to arrest me on the field,

I wouldn't have hesitated to show them.

Mitterrand?

Really?

He is a great admirer of my work.

Yes Madam.

The anonymous letter,

I read it.

It was signed “W., a friend of the mother”.

A friend of the mother?

W?

It does not make sense.

And why not

your friend...

Jean-Didier Wolfromm,

this failed scribbler?

It's true that you canceled three of his invitations.

Maybe he took it the wrong way?

No, it can't be him.

He encourages me to write, he is nice.

He encourages you?

It's that bastard. It does not support

that we can be beautiful and intelligent at the same time.

He is disgusting.

I am on that he wants to sleep with you.

How did you want me to write with this scoundrel on his back.

I was sick of it.

The Lord has put in my path generous patrons.

They will pay me everything,

bedroom, as well as my meals at Lipp.

I thanked them. Do you know

what the type from the foundation answered me?

Don't thank us, it's nothing compared to the pleasure

what your books bring us.

I will write to Pierre and Yves

to tell them how much they know how to surround themselves.

This hotel is unpretentious, but well located.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

From the window, I can see your college.

You're doing this better and better.

It’s bliss.

What possessed you to put on makeup?

Tonight is a moment exceptional, so...

You want to look like a lady, that's it?

No, I wanted to be pretty for you.

Ah, Matzneff, you are there.

What an honor to have you among us.

THANKS. Good evening.

Have you ever had the pleasure to meet Vanessa,

my young, very young, my sweet, very sweet, my tender,

very dear friend, dear to my heart?

So you're not lying about anything.

After this remarkable argument under your attentive gaze,

I have no doubt about it Gabriel Matzneff,

and despite these dark glasses... No.

Your eyes ask you problems?

Yes, I have a problem with my eyes,

but it is above all as part of the action

for virtue from the Minister of the Interior.

As soon as I come on your show

without dark glasses, with my blue eyes,

After some time, I receive invitations

from the juvenile brigade,

at the Quai de Gèsvres.

I troubled young female viewers.

The writers go to Quai Conti, me, at the Quai de Gesvres.

To conclude this show,

let's read these few words by Gabriel Matzneff.

Quote me. Quote me.

Good evening.

THANKS. Good evening.

It was fantastic. Thank you so much.

THANKS. It was very interesting.

Stunning. Thank you. Good evening.

THANKS.

Gabriel. Gabriel.

Don't worry, continue.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

I looked for you in the audience, I haven't seen you.

It's a shame that Gabriel did not dine with us.

Where were you placed?

I was very attentive, but I didn't see you.

And there?

You see me now? Eh?

I am in front of you.

I'm not on TV, All right?

Are you not interested?

But what's the matter with you, anyway?

You want to see me?

Whore! Start by getting interested to me when I'm there.

You're disappointed he didn't come.

Stopped.

What will you see at the concert? Shut up.

There are only two dates.

We must quickly let's take places.

Hey, it's going to be okay.

It's good.

If I miss them, I shoot myself.

I love their latest album.

Oh yeah?

Yes. Uh...

I tuned loop.

Oh yeah?

Are you a fan of the Cure?

I didn't think at all that it was your thing.

And what's my thing, then?

Well yes, I love it, you see.

You could come with us If you want?

Yeah, definitely.

Yes why not.

The name of this young idiot,

it's what? Valentine.

Why is this guy inviting you?

if it's not to grope you between two songs,

or try to corner you in the dark to kiss you?

I hope you said no?

You are not going to put yourself to whine?

I'm exhausted.

I worked on my manuscript all day.

I remind you that I'm leaving tomorrow and that I need calm.

These few days of treatment, without tobacco or alcohol,

to eat seeds and salad, are imperative.

How much will you stay? time in Switzerland?

Enough so that you can read the entire Bible.

Two weeks won't be long.

You can enjoy the room, or my studio. You have the keys.

Come on, take off your clothes.

“These children in Manila

"are fresh asses from which I take a tiny pleasure

"to set out on a quest.

"A few tickets will be enough to satisfy my desire.

"I happen to have up to four kids

"from 8 to 14 years old in my bed

"at the same time

"and to deliver myself with them to the most exquisite antics.

"Yes, these little boys that I put here in my bed

"are a rare pepper.

"A path of spices

“which I delight insatiably. ”

Springora, Vanessa?

Absent.

Go ahead, turn around. Stand in front of me.

Yeah. Come on.

Caress yourself, will you?

I'm looking at you, go ahead.

Come on, show me your pretty butt.

Like that, it's good, yes.

It's good. Have you seen how much you turn me on?

Eh? You see how you excite me.

40,000 francs. I received 40,000 francs from the Academy.

Definitely good people support me.

What's the matter?

You sulk?

It doesn't make you happy for me?

I read.

I read everything.

You really fucked with children?

Those boys in Manila?

And all these girls

which you describe in the smallest detail,

with whom you sleep,

by lying to them all the time?

I would only like let's talk about it.

I love you.

If I love you.

I love you, but I don't recognize you not in these books, so...

I won't judge you if you tell me the truth.

I will only be the last from a long list.

Go ahead, say it your turn.

I know this criticism by heart.

But I don't blame you.

I just want to understand who are you really?

And who are you? with your questions?

A modern version of the Inquisition?

A feminist perhaps?

He will not miss more than that.

There is nothing less attractive

than what you are doing.

You realize well that you are ridiculous?

Your life before me was supposed to be much more pleasant.

You regret,

that's it?

It's not just my books and my girlfriends in life.

There are other topics for discussion.

We can talk politics, religion.

Look what happens in the world,

Do you at least realize that?

Say something interesting, You're welcome.

I don't understand you anymore, Vanessa.

Do you want to inspire me again?

But are you even capable of it?

Mmm.

No. No. No, I don't feel like it today.

Could we do something else? For once?

So you have decided to be unbearable, right?

Marie-Agnès and Diane

had nothing to envy you in bed, but they,

in addition, were models in a good mood.

You,

you don't know how to enjoy of the present moment,

like most good women elsewhere.

It's in your genes.

You look more and more like your mother.

I shall report you that I'm only 15 years old,

as you know it.

So I'm not yet what we call a good woman.

Besides, what do you know about it, Women's?

After 18 years

no, 16, nothing more don't be interested in them.

You decided to make me suffer?

Or, you want

that I break away from you?

I sincerely worry of the imprint

that you will leave on my readers.

You will end up disappointing them, them too.

Because I,

when I write, I sign a pact with them,

and I owe them the whole truth.

And the truth is that I had future plans with you,

dreams of the future.

But now, you scare me.

I finally see your true face

hysterical liar.

No.

This is not true.

That's not true? No.

It's not true? But then, wait.

So. Ah, here it is:

"Your love for me is a shining sun

"and enlightens everything we have experienced together

“since our first kiss. ”

Or...

And this one, with a more direct style:

"I passionately want have thousands more times

"dizziness when you caress me, three small dots.

"With you, I become happy again, but also crazy

"of desire, of your body, of your skin,

"from your mouth.

"I love you. "

Eh?

"I love you. Et cetera, et cetera. "

Were you even sincere?

Because, there, me too, I need to be reassured.

Be reasonable.

Vanessa!

Vanessa?

Take off your clothes, please.

Take off your clothes, please.

Please.

Junk feminism,

wickedness and manipulation,

It’s Vanessa syndrome.

She persecutes me.

His desire for possession tortures me.

It's even worse than Francesca.

She doesn't have her charisma,

it is simply predictable.

It's a fail.

My poor little girl became enraged,

hysterical, unbearable.

No! That's a hell of a

portrait of you in my black notebook.

No, you don't have the right!

And without the strength of our love,

Vanessa will inevitably fall in wandering,

depravity and madness.

And madness.

In a castle made of mirrors...

a beautiful princess with golden hair

Was pining for...

For never having found love,

when a...

A brave knight came to save her.

He was the nicest...

The kindest and most beautiful of all the nobles of the kingdom.

And when she saw him...

for the first time...

she knew, immediately...

that it was his...

great love...

for eternity.

And... Yuri?

Why is Vanessa crying?

Shh.

I'm the evening babysitter.

I'll take over.

So, shall we have a drink?

It's a new bar,

with good music.

But OK,

it won't take long, otherwise they will punish us.

As per usual, I know them.

You listen to me?

Here we go?

Yes, let's go.

How dare you again make a scene for me,

while I'm at work?

No, you have no idea of what a creator is.

What you read is just the draft of a future novel,

it has nothing to do with us, with you.

It's finish.

I'm leaving you.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

We should be able to talk, otherwise, it will end badly.

Very bad.

After all the efforts that I did for you...

you see clearly that this is your madness who is ruining everything.

No!

Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you?

You still don't have it?

Are you fucking...

Taxi Driver. De Niro, right?

No.

I wanted to be an actor, but I will be a better lawyer.

I went back to law school, as a free candidate.

It is not easy, but I'm going to work hard,

and I'm going to get there.

Then I would like to do this for my mother, too.

She raised me alone,

and now, It's up to me to help him.

Your father, he no longer lives with you?

No. No, my father he died of a stroke.

He was Russian.

I would have liked know him better, but...

What a coincidence, my boyfriend is also russian.

Ah.

Oh? Oh.

And has it been a long time? Finally, what are you going out with?

I'm being indiscreet, right?

Sorry, I allow myself, We barely know each other.

No no, that's not it, it's...

It's because I never talk about it, that's all.

Nobody can understand.

And what we could not not understand?

That...

That I lock myself away in a hotel room

with an older guy than my own father, who cheats on me

and who lies to me.

He has more experience than me, and he...

He is very intelligent, then he is probably right.

They must be more interesting than me.

So, I hate myself.

I hate myself and I fart the lead for nothing.

That's all.

You're smart.

You're super pretty.

You have your life ahead of you.

Everything is fine.

Vanessa.

Sit down, please.

I tremble, I am moved.

Because... Boy?

Yes. The same thing

for the pretty lady. Immediately Sir.

I had a spectacular idea.

I have big news to tell you.

I have to leave for Manila finish our novel,

and I would like you to accompany me. I invite you.

In this hotel

that I love so much, Harrison Plaza.

This novel I'm writing

will tell the most beautiful love stories: ours,

as I see it.

And above all, there,

we will be far away, you and me.

“Allegra and Nile. ”

Both of us, together.

And you'll want to have sex with little boys?

Do not talk nonsense.

I just want you to understand why I love this country.

This is out of the question.

I will never let you leave the territory without my permission.

Manila and more?

Vanessa, this is for you.

Hi.

Uh...

I was thinking, this...

Would you like to go to the cinema together?

No I can not. I'm sorry.

Actually, I especially wanted to talk to you.

I do not stop

to think about what you told me the other day.

I don't think you give up consider how much

this guy takes advantage of you and hurts you.

You're not crazy.

You have to regain confidence in yourself and leave him.

I'll miss you.

Gabriel?

Was there in your childhood

or in your adolescence an adult who played for you too

this role of initiator?

Yes. Once.

When I was 13.

A friend of my parents.

How are you?

How are you?

Hi.

It's 2 a. m.

Yes I understand.

I will tell him.

I swear to you.

See you tomorrow.

He called three times today.

He is worried.

What are you playing like that?

I left him, mom.

I left Gabriel.

The poor.

You're sure?

He adores you.

I'm going to live with Yuri.

Are you in love with this boy?

Yes.

I can no longer live with you, do you understand?

You will come to dinner at home together?

I'll make food.

Wait, wait.

You're sure?

I don't want to hurt you.

I'm not fine?

I did something who didn't you like?

I disappointed you, didn't you like it?

It's too much happiness, that's all.

You know we talk a lot about you in the teachers' room.

But I don't judge you, Unlike them.

I am an admirer.

Allegra.

I have to go to class.

I'm sorry.

Let me go, let me go, Let go of me!

What are you doing with me first?

Don't you see that...

Can't you see that I'm disgusted?

Vanessa?

It's you?

Vanessa?

You are home?

Are you back?

Vanessa?

Come on, open this door.

"Before me, you were nothing than a lost girl.

“I saved you.

"What will become of you without my absolute love?

“l’m terribly worried, Vanessa.

"We both know that you are fragile,

"unstable, vulnerable.

"You need me. "

Vanessa Springora!

It's not self-service here.

You are required to respect schedules.

Who do you think you are?

No one gets a free pass here.

It is not you

who dictates the rules, as far as I know.

So.

What does it take it?

Hey!

That's enough.

Following the two tips of discipline

due to your recurring absences,

without counting the bad example that you give to other students,

your teachers have taken a dislike to you.

Because you deny their authority, you understand?

You know that schooling

is no longer obligatory from 16 years old.

So, I suggest you resign,

on your own, for personal reasons.

And, for your future, it's better that there isn't

trace of a referral.

*Absolutely.

So, Gabriel Matzneff who is in front of you,

if there is a real teacher sex education,

It’s still Gabriel Matzneff.

*Of another kind.

*He gives lessons

and paying personally.

You like to seduce and initiate.

Why do you specialize

in high school girls and the kitties?

Above 20 years old, Are you no longer interested?

*I like having someone which is not yet hardened by life.

As men are in general

either selfish or cowardly,

women can only get tougher.

A very young girl is kind,

even if she becomes hysterical, when she is old.

She's still nicer...

*But why collect them so much?

Your friends say

that you are not inventing anything.

So you must lie: the telephone,

so that they don't meet...

You make love in the morning in the afternoon, in the evening.

The question is a bit vulgar:

are you fucking for your newspaper?

The more mistresses there will be, the more pages there will be.

*No. I hate people who turn the page,

who deny the beings they have loved,

who forget everything they have experienced.

I have a memory for others.

*Yes, Denise Bombardier?

*Mr Matzneff seems pitiful to me.

I don't understand that in this country,

literature, in quotes,

used as an alibi to this kind of confidences.

Mr. Matzneff sodomizes little girls aged 14, 15,

who are crazy about him.

We know well that little girls can be crazy

of a gentleman who has a literary aura.

Old gentlemen attract children with candy.

Mr Matzneff attracts them with his reputation.

But we don't know

how these little girls 14 or 15 years old

who suffered, what we call

in reports between adults and young people,

abuse of power,

how do they get by, these little girls?

I believe that these little girls are withered

for the rest of their lives.

I don't understand how can we publish...

I stole your clothes.

How do I look?

Do you think it suits me?

Or does it sound like a bitch?

It's old.

Seems vulgar, right?

Opera "Don Giovanni, K. 527" by Mozart

It's war outside.

I'm on a mission.

You have to believe me.

I see things that you don't know.

I think they are a different army.

That all this is perfectly organized.

Could I have a book?

Books can excite your imagination,

you shouldn't.

You must never return

in the hidden time of memories,

from the blessed time of his childhood.

The party was good, huh?

They all came

only for you.

Did it please you at least?

It was a little too much, my garlands, right?

It was perfect, mom.

If you blew out the candles, NOW,

just for the two of us.

Come on.

Hop.

Just go.

Go ahead, take a breath.

Please.

*The war had thrown us there We lived like outlaws

I loved that...

Oh my springs Oh my crazy lost years

Oh my 15 years Oh my wonders

How bad I am to have come back

Oh the fresh nuts of September

This song makes me cry every time.

Not you?

*Alas...

You must never return

*In the hidden time of memories

From the blessed time of his childhood

Because among all the memories Those from childhood are the worst

Those from childhood tear us apart

Oh, my dearest O my mother

So where are you today?

You sleep in the warmth of the earth

And I came here

To find your laughter there

Your anger and your youth

*And I am alone with my distress

Alas

Why did I come back?

*And alone at the bend of these streets

I'm cold, I'm scared The evening bends

Why did I come here Where my past crucifies me

She sleeps forever my childhood

"July 28

“1986, 5:20 p. m.

"My penis has triumphed over the hymen of my beautiful lover of 14 years.

“Friday the 19th.

“Vanessa caressed me

"voluptuously...

"27, 28, 29... Vanessa,

“jealous, unbearable.

“September 30.

"Yesterday, hysterical screaming by Vanessa.

"November, December, January,

"the 3rd, the 12th, the 14th.

“My disappointment prevails.

"The 24th. Despite my sacrifices,

"I suffer the violence of an unjust

"and tyrannical mistress.

“It’s inevitable.

"25, 26, 27,

“Vanessa is only 15 years old and you can already guess

"the good woman she will be, like his mother.

“Yes, Vanessa is already a woman.

“And 31.

“Close the ban. ”

Vanessa,

everything is fine.

*-2nd floor.

Good morning. Good morning.

No, but let's be clear:

It’s pity and cronyism. You're not going to do it too.

Have you read the press?

If you talk about this controversy

thrown around by young journalists,

it's a joke. Cry scandal

that he finally receives his Renaudot.

All because he said this price

rewarded his entire work.

Suddenly, we are indignant.

A work where he speaks of girls in love

that he slept in his bed,

as if they ignored what they were doing.

What are we talking about?

And these stories

sex tourism in the Philippines,

can we talk about it too? Another era.

Otherwise what?

Céline is censored,

Genet, and even good old Gide?

No, literature has all the rights.

This ridiculous quarrel will only be a flash in the pan.

He is tough,

and he knows how to defend himself.

He always embodies freedom of expression, transgression.

And you, Vanessa,

What do you think?

For so many years, I go around in circles in my cage.

My dreams are populated of murder and revenge.

Until the day the solution finally presents itself,

there, before my eyes,

as evidence:

take the hunter in his own trap,

lock it in a book.