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- Brrrrr! It's so cold and I feel so miserable!
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- Wait, I think I recognize something in this painting, But what?
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- It's a strange and very crazy painting-but I like it...Chaïm Soutine...Soutine...
- It was 1946. Winter was a long time going. Altough it was April, a freezing wind blew trough the streets of the city and overhead the snow clouds moved across the sky. An old man who was called Drioli shuffled painfully along the sidewalk of the rue de Rivoli.
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- By God! My little Kalmuck, that's who it is! My little Kalmuck with a picture in the finest shop in Paris! Just imagine that!
- Then there was a picture gallery. He stopped to look at the single canvas on display in the window. Attached to the frame there was a little plaque, and on this it said:CHAÏM SOUTINE.He turned to go on. He checked , looked back and now, suddenly, there came to him a slight uneassiness, a movement of the memory, something he had seen before.
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- Where was it the boy lived? oh and-haha- that nonsense with the tatoo. Oh those where good times!
- Drioli stared at the picture, wondering vaguely what there was about it that seemed familiar.
- What is it that we celebrate? Is it that you decided to divorce your wife so she can marry me?
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- Tonight we shall celebrate. We shall have a little celebration, us three.
- Until he suddenly knew!
- On that moment he started thinking about he good old times...
- Then he tried to remember the story with the tatoo: he had got rich one day and had bought lots of wine. He could see himself now as entered the studio with wine under his arm - the boy (Kalmuck) sitting before the easel, and Drioli's wife standing in the center of the room, posing for her picture.
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