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  • SORRY, I TALK TOO MUCH par -tchaikovskaya
    -tchaikovskaya
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      LECTURES 36
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      Chapitres 1
    IN THE MOREAU HOUSEHOLD, there is nothing that overpowers the body of family. Jobs, careers, lovers, all take a backseat when contrasted to the blood ties of genealogy. But when a jaded son returns from a close encounter with the abyss, he is forced to conclude that mutual separation always triumphs obligatory unity. OR... Some families are lesser than the sum of their parts. Unfortunately, the Moreaus are one of them.
  • DEPAYSEMENT par tchaikovskaya-
    tchaikovskaya-
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      LECTURES 14
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      Chapitres 1
    LIKE FIGS ON A HOT SUMMER DAY, Yusuf Khayat is slowly losing form. As he watches the people around him slowly beaten down by life and ambition, he concludes that it is easier to be disregarded than disappointed, rather a bystander than an accomplice. But when a career induced shift turns him into a walking culture - shock, he has no option but to stand out while blending in. OR... A perpetual immigrant is suddenly forced to belong.
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  • ARSENIC AND OLD LACE→Original par tchaikovskaya-
    tchaikovskaya-
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      LECTURES 25
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      Chapitres 1
    TIME BECOMES A CRUEL GOD to Anton Tanase as his life passes him by. His hyoid bone slowly reshapes from a horseshoe into a sword. As the people he treasures get picked off like carrion by vultures, no amount of gazing at the galaxy changes things for a man who looks at the night sky to find a graveyard of once bright stars. LIKE CRUSHED GRAPES LEFT IN A BARREL, Olga Kogan is one vat of fermenting fury. A foreigner in her own country, and a stranger in her own home, she is in perpetual motion. With an impassioned rage for her joyless job so intense that her heart oftentimes knocks on her ribcage, begging her to just stop, she is anger personified. But when the two meet by a series of unfortunate coincidences, they are forced to deconstruct the spiralling jail they call life. OR.... Two strangers meet underneath a canopy of falling comets