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Eight loving women
STEP ONE
Morning rays of the pale sun illuminate the living room. Pinkish-yellow flames frolic in the fireplace. Somewhere in the depths of the house, the clock strikes ten. Grandmother appears in a wheelchair. She moves slowly, cautiously, stops near the bookshelves and presses a button. A cache opens among the books: a small niche, pasted over with book spines on the outside. Grandma, hearing the noise, hurriedly slams the door and leaves with such agility, which could not be suspected in her.
Chanel comes down the stairs. She stops at the landing at the owner's door. Listens. Silence behind the door. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is heard. Madame runs to the front door, wiping her hands on her apron as she goes.
CHANEL: It's her! She's driving! (Swifthead runs back to the stairs. Louise appears on the top steps with a tray.) They drive up. Suzon is coming! I heard a car horn.
LOUISE: Congratulations.
CHANEL: Oh, I'm glad! My Suzon! After all, I raised her. For ten years we were inseparable. She is like a daughter to me.
LOUISE: (indifferently) I know...
CHANEL: How time flies!.. Suzon is in her twenties. Since she is studying in England, I only see her twice a year.
LOUISE: And I know that.
CHANEL: Well, let's take the Christmas tree! (takes a big bag, tries to untie the rope)
LOUISE: I've been here for two months, and you tell the same story from morning till night (clears the table lazily).
CHANEL: When you serve in the house for fifteen years, you begin to believe that this is your house and your children! You will feel it too with time.
LISA: (mockingly) Do you think I'll live my whole life as a maid.
CHANEL: Don't you like it?
LOUISE: (ironically) Oh, you! I am delighted.
CHANEL: Then why are you doing this?
LOUISE: (confused) Why? It's necessary to live.
CHANEL: You ended up in a good family.
LOUISE: (ironically) Do you think so?
CHANEL: Of course, with Mademoiselle Suzon it was more fun here.
LOUISE: So I was unlucky, late.
CHANEL: But we'll have a great Christmas!
LOUISE: (nibbles on the remaining sugar) Of course! Candlelight Christmas Eve!
Amazing! And no way out! From this hole to the nearest village five kilometers. And then through the forest. And so much snow fell at night. I won't even make it to the village ball. Good holiday! There is no TV either!
CHANEL: And thank God it hurts my eyes. Have you served breakfast monsieur?
LOUISE: Not yet. He's sleeping.
CHANEL: And he doesn't know that Madame went by car to meet Suzon?
LOUISE: He told me not to wake him.
CHANEL: Don't wake up? My own daughter is coming for the holidays - and don't wake me up!
Take him breakfast. (She found scissors and is trying to cut the rope). Don't forget to warn Grandmother and Mademoiselle Augustine.
LOUISE: (poisonously) Don't worry, Mademoiselle Augustine is aware of everything, otherwise what's the point of eavesdropping at the door?
CHANEL: Louise, this is insolence!
LOUISE: And you'll pretend not to notice. (leaves)
CHANEL: This girl is no good. However ... (in the end, she cut the rope and sets up a Christmas tree) (Slowly, looking around, grandmother leaves in an armchair. She again drives up to the bookshelves, but notices Chanel and assumes a formidable look).
GRANDMA: Ah-ah-ah! Dear Chanel! Is Susan here already?
CHANEL: Your granddaughter will be here any minute. I already heard the car horn. But the road is so skidded that they probably have difficulty making their way.
GRANDMA: (examines the tree) What a beauty!
CHANEL: And we will decorate it. GRANDMA: Do you like to do it?
CHANEL: Very! More than anything else!
GRANDMA: You are a kind woman, Chanel.
CHANEL: And everyone is kind to you, madam.
GRANDMA: Yes, I'm happy. Marcel gave me and Augustine shelter. But still we are not at home here.
CHANEL: Just think what a memory they have! (Suzon enters. She puts the suitcase on the floor and throws herself into her grandmother's arms.)
SUZON: Grandma!
GRANDMA: Suzon, my granddaughter, Suzon! (seeing Chanel) Chanel, Chanel!
CHANEL: My girl! (Suzon and Chanel kiss, Gaby enters.)
GABY: She's great, isn't she?
GRANDMA: Quite a bride.
SUZON: (laughs) I agree with that. Just please hurry the suitors.
GRANDMA: Your father will be happy to see you. Chanel call him soon.
Morning rays of the pale sun illuminate the living room. Pinkish-yellow flames frolic in the fireplace. Somewhere in the depths of the house, the clock strikes ten. Grandmother appears in a wheelchair. She moves slowly, cautiously, stops near the bookshelves and presses a button. A cache opens among the books: a small niche, pasted over with book spines on the outside. Grandma, hearing the noise, hurriedly slams the door and leaves with such agility, which could not be suspected in her.
Chanel comes down the stairs. She stops at the landing at the owner's door. Listens. Silence behind the door. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is heard. Madame runs to the front door, wiping her hands on her apron as she goes.
CHANEL: It's her! She's driving! (Swifthead runs back to the stairs. Louise appears on the top steps with a tray.) They drive up. Suzon is coming! I heard a car horn.
LOUISE: Congratulations.
CHANEL: Oh, I'm glad! My Suzon! After all, I raised her. For ten years we were inseparable. She is like a daughter to me.
LOUISE: (indifferently) I know...
CHANEL: How time flies!.. Suzon is in her twenties. Since she is studying in England, I only see her twice a year.
LOUISE: And I know that.
CHANEL: Well, let's take the Christmas tree! (takes a big bag, tries to untie the rope)
LOUISE: I've been here for two months, and you tell the same story from morning till night (clears the table lazily).
CHANEL: When you serve in the house for fifteen years, you begin to believe that this is your house and your children! You will feel it too with time.
LISA: (mockingly) Do you think I'll live my whole life as a maid.
CHANEL: Don't you like it?
LOUISE: (ironically) Oh, you! I am delighted.
CHANEL: Then why are you doing this?
LOUISE: (confused) Why? It's necessary to live.
CHANEL: You ended up in a good family.
LOUISE: (ironically) Do you think so?
CHANEL: Of course, with Mademoiselle Suzon it was more fun here.
LOUISE: So I was unlucky, late.
CHANEL: But we'll have a great Christmas!
LOUISE: (nibbles on the remaining sugar) Of course! Candlelight Christmas Eve!
Amazing! And no way out! From this hole to the nearest village five kilometers. And then through the forest. And so much snow fell at night. I won't even make it to the village ball. Good holiday! There is no TV either!
CHANEL: And thank God it hurts my eyes. Have you served breakfast monsieur?
LOUISE: Not yet. He's sleeping.
CHANEL: And he doesn't know that Madame went by car to meet Suzon?
LOUISE: He told me not to wake him.
CHANEL: Don't wake up? My own daughter is coming for the holidays - and don't wake me up!
Take him breakfast. (She found scissors and is trying to cut the rope). Don't forget to warn Grandmother and Mademoiselle Augustine.
LOUISE: (poisonously) Don't worry, Mademoiselle Augustine is aware of everything, otherwise what's the point of eavesdropping at the door?
CHANEL: Louise, this is insolence!
LOUISE: And you'll pretend not to notice. (leaves)
CHANEL: This girl is no good. However ... (in the end, she cut the rope and sets up a Christmas tree) (Slowly, looking around, grandmother leaves in an armchair. She again drives up to the bookshelves, but notices Chanel and assumes a formidable look).
GRANDMA: Ah-ah-ah! Dear Chanel! Is Susan here already?
CHANEL: Your granddaughter will be here any minute. I already heard the car horn. But the road is so skidded that they probably have difficulty making their way.
GRANDMA: (examines the tree) What a beauty!
CHANEL: And we will decorate it. GRANDMA: Do you like to do it?
CHANEL: Very! More than anything else!
GRANDMA: You are a kind woman, Chanel.
CHANEL: And everyone is kind to you, madam.
GRANDMA: Yes, I'm happy. Marcel gave me and Augustine shelter. But still we are not at home here.
CHANEL: Just think what a memory they have! (Suzon enters. She puts the suitcase on the floor and throws herself into her grandmother's arms.)
SUZON: Grandma!
GRANDMA: Suzon, my granddaughter, Suzon! (seeing Chanel) Chanel, Chanel!
CHANEL: My girl! (Suzon and Chanel kiss, Gaby enters.)
GABY: She's great, isn't she?
GRANDMA: Quite a bride.
SUZON: (laughs) I agree with that. Just please hurry the suitors.
GRANDMA: Your father will be happy to see you. Chanel call him soon.
CHANEL: He asked not to wake him.
SUSAN: How? Eleven o'clock and he's still in bed?
GRANDMA: Probably. He worked late.
CHANEL: He's very tired. He just wears himself out with work.
GABY: (mockingly) Works hard. Probably read all night long (leaves)
SSZON: How, perhaps? Do they have different bedrooms now?
CHANEL: (trying to change the subject) How's the weather in England? Nothing?
SUSAN: All right.
CHANEL: What, what?
SUZON: That's me in English.
CHANEL: With me? In English? Funny. In English, I only know "good bye" and "kiss me" - kiss me.
SUZON: Kiss me? Have you already said this to at least one Englishman?
CHANEL: Of course. And not alone. To every Englishman. To obtain chewing gum. (Everyone laughs. Gaby enters. Chanel catches her breath) Oh, I forgot to order breakfast. (leaves).
SUZON: Ah, it's good to be here again, my dear. old house.
GABY: Oh, that expensive old house. It could do with a major overhaul. But your father likes him that way too. What can you do? (Louise enters with things).
Suzon, this is Louise. Our new maid.
SUZON: Hello, Louise.
LOUISE: Hello, mademoiselle. Have you arrived well?
SUSAN: Very. Despite bad weather. When we drove through the forest, the wind swept the snow from the trees, and no one was around. Such loneliness, as if you are no longer on earth, but in heaven.
GABY: In the desert, actually. You have to travel many kilometers to see a human face. What would we do without a phone and a car? And that high wall around the villa? We are cut off from the world. We miss it here so much... But it means absolutely nothing to your father. This is dearer to him than our mood. He says that only here he manages to take a break from business. Still would! He leaves for the whole day, and we die of boredom. (Sits down, looks through newspapers and mail.)
LOUISE: Maybe Madame will let you wake Monsieur?
SUZON: I'll wake him up myself.
GABY: No, no! Let him rest. And since he asked not to wake up - do not wake up.
Mercy Louise. (Louise takes away Suzon's coat and suitcase).
SUZON: Are you happy with her, ma?
GABY: Very much. GRANDMA: He says something inarticulate.
GABY: She agreed to live in this wilderness, locked up, away from people...
We are just lucky to have her!
GRANDMA: (ironically) Yes... Lucky...
SUSAN: (laying down on the couch) The couch is still cozy.
GABY: Just don't do gymnastics on it like your sister did. If you only knew what Catherine is doing! It's so hard with her.
SUZON: Age, Mom (shouting towards the stairs) Katherine! It's time to get up.
Augustine appears at the top of the stairs. She is in an old and very bad dress. Hair neatly combed.
SUZON: Oh, oh, Aunt Augustine! (goes to her) Kidneys, heart, rheumatism.
Rheumatism, heart, kidneys. That's all. (Kissing Augustine) Is Catherine already up?
AUGUSTINE: How do I know. So you've already arrived? You were expelled from college.
SUZON: What are you, on the contrary, I have all the good grades.
AUGUSTINE: Yes, your mother showed us the report card... But the marks can be made up.
GRANDMA: Augustine, why are you telling her this?
Augustine: Tell me, please, my own niece is coming, and I have no right to ask her how she behaves, how she lives?
SUZON: Calm down, aunt, I'm fine.
GABY: (mockingly) Thank God at least one of them is happy with her fate.
Eight loving women
STEP ONE
Morning rays of the pale sun illuminate the living room. Pinkish-yellow flames frolic in the fireplace. Somewhere in the depths of the house, the clock strikes ten. Grandmother appears in a wheelchair. She moves slowly, cautiously, stops near the bookshelves and presses a button. A cache opens among the books: a small niche, pasted over with book spines on the outside. Grandma, hearing the noise, hurriedly slams the door and leaves with such agility, which could not be suspected in her.
Chanel comes down the stairs. She stops at the landing at the owner's door. Listens. Silence behind the door. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is heard. Madame runs to the front door, wiping her hands on her apron as she goes.
CHANEL: It's her! She's driving! (Swifthead runs back to the stairs. Louise appears on the top steps with a tray.) They drive up. Suzon is coming! I heard a car horn.
LOUISE: Congratulations.
CHANEL: Oh, I'm glad! My Suzon! After all, I raised her. For ten years we were inseparable. She is like a daughter to me.
LOUISE: (indifferently) I know...
CHANEL: How time flies!.. Suzon is in her twenties. Since she is studying in England, I only see her twice a year.
LOUISE: And I know that.
CHANEL: Well, let's take the Christmas tree! (takes a big bag, tries to untie the rope)
LOUISE: I've been here for two months, and you tell the same story from morning till night (clears the table lazily).
CHANEL: When you serve in the house for fifteen years, you begin to believe that this is your house and your children! You will feel it too with time.
LISA: (mockingly) Do you think I'll live my whole life as a maid.
CHANEL: Don't you like it?
LOUISE: (ironically) Oh, you! I am delighted.
CHANEL: Then why are you doing this?
LOUISE: (confused) Why? It's necessary to live.
CHANEL: You ended up in a good family.
LOUISE: (ironically) Do you think so?
CHANEL: Of course, with Mademoiselle Suzon it was more fun here.
LOUISE: So I was unlucky, late.
CHANEL: But we'll have a great Christmas!
LOUISE: (nibbles on the remaining sugar) Of course! Candlelight Christmas Eve!
Amazing! And no way out! From this hole to the nearest village five kilometers. And then through the forest. And so much snow fell at night. I won't even make it to the village ball. Good holiday! There is no TV either!
CHANEL: And thank God it hurts my eyes. Have you served breakfast monsieur?
LOUISE: Not yet. He's sleeping.
CHANEL: And he doesn't know that Madame went by car to meet Suzon?
LOUISE: He told me not to wake him.
CHANEL: Don't wake up? My own daughter is coming for the holidays - and don't wake me up!
Take him breakfast. (She found scissors and is trying to cut the rope). Don't forget to warn Grandmother and Mademoiselle Augustine.
LOUISE: (poisonously) Don't worry, Mademoiselle Augustine is aware of everything, otherwise what's the point of eavesdropping at the door?
CHANEL: Louise, this is insolence!
LOUISE: And you'll pretend not to notice. (leaves)
CHANEL: This girl is no good. However ... (in the end, she cut the rope and sets up a Christmas tree) (Slowly, looking around, grandmother leaves in an armchair. She again drives up to the bookshelves, but notices Chanel and assumes a formidable look).
GRANDMA: Ah-ah-ah! Dear Chanel! Is Susan here already?
CHANEL: Your granddaughter will be here any minute. I already heard the car horn. But the road is so skidded that they probably have difficulty making their way.
GRANDMA: (examines the tree) What a beauty!
CHANEL: And we will decorate it. GRANDMA: Do you like to do it?
CHANEL: Very! More than anything else!
GRANDMA: You are a kind woman, Chanel.
CHANEL: And everyone is kind to you, madam.
GRANDMA: Yes, I'm happy. Marcel gave me and Augustine shelter. But still we are not at home here.
CHANEL: Just think what a memory they have! (Suzon enters. She puts the suitcase on the floor and throws herself into her grandmother's arms.)
SUZON: Grandma!
GRANDMA: Suzon, my granddaughter, Suzon! (seeing Chanel) Chanel, Chanel!
CHANEL: My girl! (Suzon and Chanel kiss, Gaby enters.)
GABY: She's great, isn't she?
GRANDMA: Quite a bride.
SUZON: (laughs) I agree with that. Just please hurry the suitors.
GRANDMA: Your father will be happy to see you. Chanel call him soon.
CHANEL: He asked not to wake him.
SUSAN: How? Eleven o'clock and he's still in bed?
GRANDMA: Probably. He worked late.
CHANEL: He's very tired. He just wears himself out with work.
GABY: (mockingly) Works hard. Probably read all night long (leaves)
SSZON: How, perhaps? Do they have different bedrooms now?
CHANEL: (trying to change the subject) How's the weather in England? Nothing?
SUSAN: All right.
CHANEL: What, what?
SUZON: That's me in English.
CHANEL: With me? In English? Funny. In English, I only know "good bye" and "kiss me" - kiss me.
SUZON: Kiss me? Have you already said this to at least one Englishman?
CHANEL: Of course. And not alone. To every Englishman. To get chewing gum. (Everyone laughs. Gaby enters. Chanel catches her breath) Oh, I forgot to order breakfast. (leaves).
SUZON: Ah, it's good to be back here, my dear old house.
GABY: Oh, that expensive old house. It could do with a major overhaul. But your father likes him that way too. What can you do? (Louise enters with things).
Suzon, this is Louise. Our new maid.
SUZON: Hello, Louise.
LOUISE: Hello, mademoiselle. Have you arrived well?
SUSAN: Very. Despite bad weather. When we drove through the forest, the wind swept the snow from the trees, and no one was around. Such loneliness, as if you are no longer on earth, but in heaven.
GABY: In the desert, actually. You have to travel many kilometers to see a human face. What would we do without a phone and a car? And that high wall around the villa? We are cut off from the world. We miss it here so much... But it means absolutely nothing to your father. This is dearer to him than our mood. He says that only here he manages to take a break from business. Still would! He leaves for the whole day, and we die of boredom. (Sits down, looks through newspapers and mail.)
LOUISE: Maybe Madame will let you wake Monsieur?
SUZON: I'll wake him up myself.
GABY: No, no! Let him rest. And since he asked not to wake up - do not wake up.
Mercy Louise. (Louise takes away Suzon's coat and suitcase).
SUZON: Are you happy with her, ma?
GABY: Very much. GRANDMA: He says something inarticulate.
GABY: She agreed to live in this wilderness, locked up, away from people...
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Eight loving women
STEP ONE
Morning rays of the pale sun illuminate the living room. Pinkish-yellow flames frolic in the fireplace. Somewhere in the depths of the house, the clock strikes ten. Grandmother appears in a wheelchair. She moves slowly, cautiously, stops near the bookshelves and presses a button. A cache opens among the books: a small niche, pasted over with book spines on the outside. Grandma, hearing the noise, hurriedly slams the door and leaves with such agility, which could not be suspected in her.
Chanel comes down the stairs. She stops at the landing at the owner's door. Listens. Silence behind the door. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is heard. Madame runs to the front door, wiping her hands on her apron as she goes.
CHANEL: It's her! She's driving! (Swifthead runs back to the stairs. Louise appears on the top steps with a tray.) They drive up. Suzon is coming! I heard a car horn.
LOUISE: Congratulations.
CHANEL: Oh, I'm glad! My Suzon! After all, I raised her. For ten years we were inseparable. She is like a daughter to me.
LOUISE: (indifferently) I know...
CHANEL: How time flies!.. Suzon is in her twenties. Since she is studying in England, I only see her twice a year.
LOUISE: And I know that.
CHANEL: Well, let's take the Christmas tree! (takes a big bag, tries to untie the rope)
LOUISE: I've been here for two months, and you tell the same story from morning till night (clears the table lazily).
CHANEL: When you serve in the house for fifteen years, you begin to believe that this is your house and your children! You will feel it too with time.
LISA: (mockingly) Do you think I'll live my whole life as a maid.
CHANEL: Don't you like it?
LOUISE: (ironically) Oh, you! I am delighted.
CHANEL: Then why are you doing this?
LOUISE: (confused) Why? It's necessary to live.
CHANEL: You ended up in a good family.
LOUISE: (ironically) Do you think so?
CHANEL: Of course, with Mademoiselle Suzon it was more fun here.
LOUISE: So I was unlucky, late.
CHANEL: But we'll have a great Christmas!
LOUISE: (nibbles on the remaining sugar) Of course! Candlelight Christmas Eve!
Amazing! And no way out! From this hole to the nearest village five kilometers. And then through the forest. And so much snow fell at night. I won't even make it to the village ball. Good holiday! There is no TV either!
CHANEL: And thank God it hurts my eyes. Have you served breakfast monsieur?
LOUISE: Not yet. He's sleeping.
CHANEL: And he doesn't know that Madame went by car to meet Suzon?
LOUISE: He told me not to wake him.
CHANEL: Don't wake up? My own daughter is coming for the holidays - and don't wake me up!
Take him breakfast. (She found scissors and is trying to cut the rope). Don't forget to warn Grandmother and Mademoiselle Augustine.
LOUISE: (poisonously) Don't worry, Mademoiselle Augustine is aware of everything, otherwise what's the point of eavesdropping at the door?
CHANEL: Louise, this is insolence!
LOUISE: And you'll pretend not to notice. (leaves)
CHANEL: This girl is no good. However ... (in the end, she cut the rope and sets up a Christmas tree) (Slowly, looking around, grandmother leaves in an armchair. She again drives up to the bookshelves, but notices Chanel and assumes a formidable look).
GRANDMA: Ah-ah-ah! Dear Chanel! Is Susan here already?
CHANEL: Your granddaughter will be here any minute. I already heard the car horn. But the road is so skidded that they probably have difficulty making their way.
GRANDMA: (examines the tree) What a beauty!
CHANEL: And we will decorate it. GRANDMA: Do you like to do it?
CHANEL: Very! More than anything else!
GRANDMA: You are a kind woman, Chanel.
CHANEL: And everyone is kind to you, madam.
GRANDMA: Yes, I'm happy. Marcel gave me and Augustine shelter. But still we are not at home here.
CHANEL: Just think what a memory they have! (Suzon enters. She puts the suitcase on the floor and throws herself into her grandmother's arms.)
SUZON: Grandma!
GRANDMA: Suzon, my granddaughter, Suzon! (seeing Chanel) Chanel, Chanel!
CHANEL: My girl! (Suzon and Chanel kiss, Gaby enters.)
GABY: She's great, isn't she?
GRANDMA: Quite a bride.
SUZON: (laughs) I agree with that. Just please hurry the suitors.
GRANDMA: Your father will be happy to see you. Chanel call him soon.
CHANEL: He asked not to wake him.
SUSAN: How? Eleven o'clock and he's still in bed?
GRANDMA: Probably. He worked late.
CHANEL: He's very tired. He just wears himself out with work.
GABY: (mockingly) Works hard. Probably read all night long (leaves)
SSZON: How, perhaps? Do they have different bedrooms now?
CHANEL: (trying to change the subject) How's the weather in England? Nothing?
SUSAN: All right.
CHANEL: What, what?
SUZON: That's me in English.
CHANEL: With me? In English? Funny. In English, I only know "good bye" and "kiss me" - kiss me.
SUZON: Kiss me? Have you already said this to at least one Englishman?
CHANEL: Of course. And not alone. To every Englishman. To get chewing gum. (Everyone laughs. Gaby enters. Chanel catches her breath) Oh, I forgot to order breakfast. (leaves).
SUZON: Ah, it's good to be back here, my dear old house.
GABY: Oh, that expensive old house. It could do with a major overhaul. But your father likes him that way too. What can you do? (Louise enters with things).
Suzon, this is Louise. Our new maid.
SUZON: Hello, Louise.
LOUISE: Hello, mademoiselle. Have you arrived well?
SUSAN: Very. Despite bad weather. When we drove through the forest, the wind swept the snow from the trees, and no one was around. Such loneliness, as if you are no longer on earth, but in heaven.
GABY: In the desert, actually. You have to travel many kilometers to see a human face. What would we do without a phone and a car? And that high wall around the villa? We are cut off from the world. We miss it here so much... But it means absolutely nothing to your father. This is dearer to him than our mood. He says that only here he manages to take a break from business. Still would! He leaves for the whole day, and we die of boredom. (Sits down, looks through newspapers and mail.)
LOUISE: Maybe Madame will let you wake Monsieur?
SUZON: I'll wake him up myself.
GABY: No, no! Let him rest. And since he asked not to wake up - do not wake up.
Mercy Louise. (Louise takes away Suzon's coat and suitcase).
SUZON: Are you happy with her, ma?
GABY: Very much. GRANDMA: He says something inarticulate.
GABY: She agreed to live in this wilderness, locked up, away from people...
We are just lucky to have her!
GRANDMA: (ironically) Yes... Lucky...
SUSAN: (laying down on the couch) The couch is still cozy.
GABY: Just don't do gymnastics on it like your sister did. If you only knew what Catherine is doing! It's so hard with her.
SUZON: Age, Mom (shouting towards the stairs) Katherine! It's time to get up.
Augustine appears at the top of the stairs. She is in an old and very bad dress. Hair neatly combed.
SUZON: Oh, oh, Aunt Augustine! (goes to her) Kidneys, heart, rheumatism.
Rheumatism, heart, kidneys. That's all. (Kissing Augustine) Is Catherine already up?
AUGUSTINE: How do I know. So you've already arrived? You were expelled from college.
SUZON: What are you, on the contrary, I have all the good grades.
AUGUSTINE: Yes, your mother showed us the report card... But the marks can be made up.
GRANDMA: Augustine, why are you telling her this?
Augustine: Tell me, please, my own niece is coming, and I have no right to ask her how she behaves, how she lives?
SUZON: Calm down, aunt, I'm fine.
GABY: (mockingly) Thank God at least one of them is happy with her fate.
AUGUSTINE: I understand this is a reference to me?
GABY: I'm saying my daughter is happy. That's all. This is the most important for me...
AUGUSTINE: Well, if that's the most important...
SUSON: (affectionately) Aunt Augustine, are you in trouble?
GABY: (tauntingly) No, she makes them herself!
AUGUSTINE: What? I'm creating? What do I create and what?
GRANDMA: (driving in between them) Kids... Please... Calm down. Don't start again.
AUGUSTINE: Do you think I'm happy? This is news to me!
GRANDMA: Augustine! We don't have to complain. Take it easy! Gaby received us cordially and affectionately. Thanks to her...
AUGUSTINE: No, not thanks to her! Thanks to your father, Suzon. He knows how to respect an elderly crippled lady, my mother and your grandmother. He also respects the other lady, straight and noble, me. Thanks Marcel...
GRANDMA: Thanks to both of them, of course.
SUSON: (taking Augustine's arm) Do not grieve us, aunt. We all love you very much.
AUGUSTINE: (moved) I'm sorry, girl. I couldn't sleep all night.
I'm sorry, Gabi. Sorry. Thanks to you, I am happy and do not starve.
Everyone feels awkward. Chanel brings coffee.
SUSAN: What a scent! Chanel coffee! I recognize him from afar! (Sits down at the table).
AUGUSTINE: (approaches) Buns! Hot buns! What a charm! .. Well, of course, I will get only toast!
CHANEL: Like everyone in the house, Mademoiselle Augustine. Buns are my personal gift to my Suzanne! On the day of your return. (leaves)
SUZON: (holding out a plate) Please, aunt! If you love them so...
AUGUSTINE: Oh yes! (pounces on buns) I love buns. Thanks,
Suzon. I will now bring a chocolate bar from my room. I still have a piece. With buns, it will be delicious (Exit).
GRANDMA: You have to be lenient. She is like a child. Your mother, Suzon, is very kind to her. She tolerates her little quirks, doesn't get angry.
GABY: Do you think these are quirks? This is impudence! She always challenges me to a scandal. (Suzon) But if your father tolerates it... SUSAN: Dad is a divine man!
GRANDMA: (knitting) Yes, always cheerful, in good mood But things aren't going the way he wants them to!
SUZON: Oh, right?
GABY: Mom, you seem to know Marcel's business better than I do?
GRANDMA: (mixed) No... I accidentally... I asked him for advice about selling my securities... Well, he said a few words in passing...
GABY: And you sold your papers?
GRANDMA: (hesitating) No... Marcel advised me to wait with the sale...
GABY: (mockingly) Well, take care of them! (heads for the stairs) Katherine!
SUZON: Get up, get up! Sister has arrived! (Gaby) How does she do in school?
GABY: Fine. She has grown a lot, she is healthy. It is most important.
GRANDMA: Oh, very violent! Like all the youth of today.
GABY: Do you want her to be hysterical like Augustine? But she's only 16, isn't she?
Catherine appears. She is in pajamas. In careless short braids. Looks like a wild kitten.
KATRIN: Hello ancestors! Hi sister! (sliding down the railing of the stairs, rushes to Suzon, falls with her on the sofa)
GRANDMA: Watch out, cups!
GABY: Don't touch them! Let be! (laughing)
KATHRYN: Where's the Christmas present? Did you bring it?
SUZON: I did. Chocolate.
KATHRYN: Well, you know! Could have come up with a better idea!
SUZON: I thought at fifteen people liked chocolate!
KATHRYN: At fifteen, maybe. But in February I'll be sixteen.
SUZON: You're well preserved!
KATHRYN: I'm not complaining.
SUZON: You better knock on your dad.
KATHRYN: What are you! Let him sleep, old monkey!
GABY: (laughs) An old monkey.
GRANDMA: (shocked) Catherine! (Notices that Gaby is laughing, covering her face with her hands) Well, if this makes your mother laugh ... what to say! Nobody in this house has any respect!
KATHRYN: Not true! I respect dad! Only in your own way! I admire him! He dresses like an Englishman, he's jovial, he drives like a champion, he makes a fortune like he owns gold mines. We're lucky, Suzon! Our father is the hero of the novel. You know, he promised to teach me how to drive! We are friends with him!
Here! And then - he the only man in home. (General laughter. Appears
Augustine) And here is our beautiful lady!
AUGUSTINE: I would ask... And in general. I'm very dissatisfied...
KATHRYN: What, Baroness?
AUGUSTINE: Your light was on until morning! And the door is glass, you can see everything. I couldn't sleep. Have you read your disgusting books, of course?
SUZON: What disgusting books?
KATRIN: May I make a translation? Disgusting books, in my aunt's language
Augustines, these are detectives, spy and adventure novels. Did I translate correctly, aunt?
AUGUSTINE: This is not at all for your age!
KATHRYN: Oh! My age! Sixteen, aunt! GABY: Well, there's no harm in reading. But going to the bathroom five times means waking up the whole house!
AUGUSTINE: (walking up to Gaby) Yes, I did. Quite right.
GABY: Were you unwell?
AUGUSTINE: No, I went to drink. Couldn't sleep at all. Forgive me.
GABY: No... It's nothing.
LOUISE: (Entering with breakfast for Marcel) May I wake Monsieur?
GABY: Please.
Louise climbs the stairs and knocks on the door of Marcel's room.
AUGUSTINE: I'll give you a lamp shade, Catherine! Then read at least all night.
KATHRYN: Thank you. You'll buy me a lampshade with Little Red Riding Hood and Sleeping Beauty. Better give me money, I'll buy it myself.
LOUISE: (knocking on the door, but to no avail) Madame, monsieur does not answer.
GABY: Nothing, Louise, come in.
LOUISE: All right, madam (she knocks again and enters, leaving the door ajar).
AUGUSTINE: What a dream! Ah, those men! They have very different nerves. I jump at every sound. (From Marcel's room, a scream and the sound of falling dishes are heard)
That's clumsy! And who came up with the idea to hire such a log!
Louise appears with a distorted face, all trembling. She has an empty tray in her hand.
LOUISE: (Suddenly screaming like crazy) Madam, madam...
GABY: What happened?
LOUISE: (Delirium) Monsieur, monsieur... What a horror! (Everyone looks at each other.
descends the stairs). Monsieur lies dead... in his bed... with a knife in his back... And blood... (she is supported).
GABY: You're crazy! What are you talking about?
LOUISE: Monsieur is dead... And there is blood everywhere... (Catherine runs down the stairs and disappears into her father's room. Louise is seated on the sofa. Catherine jumps out of the room and throws herself screaming into her mother's arms. Gaby overcomes her fear and heads for the stairs. Catherine is ahead of her).
KATHRYN: Mom! It is forbidden! Nobody should go in there!
GABY: What are you talking about?
KATHRYN: (firmly) No one dares to touch anything in this room until the police arrive.
GABY: But girl...
SUZON: She's right, Mom. This is too serious. Don't go in there.
GABY: You don't want me to go in there? So I can see Marseille? And everyone is silent. Yes, say something?
GRANDMA: Gabi, I don't know... Maybe Catherine is right...
AUGUSTINA: The newspapers always say not to touch anything until the police arrive.
SUZONE: (trying to take Gabi away) Let's go, Mom...
GABY: No, no... I have to come in. (Resolutely goes to the door, but the door is locked). Who locked the door? Katherine, what have you done? Did you lock the door? Give me the key! Do you have it?
KATHRYN: There he is! (waving the key) I'll only give it to the police! I won't let any of you into this room!
SUZONE: (Worried, walks over to her) Did you notice anything? Something that someone might want to hide? (Catherine is silent. Everyone looks at each other).
Give me the key right now. Well!
KATHRYN: On! Do with it what you want! (Tosses the key to her and cuddles up to Chanel, crying, like a little shot animal. Suzon comes up the stairs.)
GABY: Suzon, are you making up your mind?
SUZON: Yes, Mom. We must see it. (Following Suzon, Augustine and Gaby come up the steps. Suzon opens the door. Everyone is frozen in horror on the landing.)
KATHRYN: (rushing hysterically towards them) Stand back! Maybe the killer is still there!
AUGUSTINE: She's right! April 3 Let's hurry! .. (All three women rush from the door and lock it with a key. But at that moment Gaby falls.) AUGUSTINE: Gaby! Gaby! She's stupid...
CHANEL: Poor madam!
SUZON: Let's move her to the couch.
AUGUSTINE Careful, careful... (Carrying Gaby down the stairs to the sofa. Catherine runs off.)
CHANEL: Louise, heating pad! Quicker! (Louise runs away).
AUGUSTINE: So... Let's stretch our legs... Gaby! Gabi, wake up.
KATHRYN: (returning) Here's a wet towel... On your head.
AUGUSTINE: No, whiskey!
GRANDMA: (In general silence) His affairs were very bad! He committed suicide.
SUZON: No, I saw it well - the knife was stuck in the back. This is not suicide!
GABY: (recovering) We need to call the police right now. We're wasting time.
SUZONE: (Picks up the phone, presses the lever again and again) No dial tone! The phone is off! (Silence. The wind slams the shutters. The wooden curtain on the window moves).
AUGUSTINE: (almost in a whisper) Do you think someone else is hiding in the house?
GRANDMA: Hush! I hear a rustle... There... There...
LOUISE: (she brought a heating pad before, now she suddenly throws open the door behind her) There is no one.
KATHRYN: And now what to do? How to report? (rises)
GABY: I'll go get the police myself in the car. Louise, my coat!
LOUISE: (walks, then suddenly stops) Madam... Dogs!
SUZON: What happened?
LOUISE: They didn't bark at night.
AUGUSTINE: So what?
LOUISE: Such angry dogs... Oh, they would bark if...
GABY: What if?
SUZON: You mean if someone else entered the house?
LOUISE: Here, here!
AUGUSTINE: But if no stranger entered... (Silence. Suddenly the wind rips off the wooden blinds, they fall with a crash. Shouts. General confusion. ).
GRANDMA: This is unbearable. Let someone go take a look. go,
CHANEL: Yes. It is necessary. This must be done by madam...
GABY: (suddenly shy, looks at Suzon) Of course... Somebody has to do this.
SUZON: Yes, it needs to be done... (looks at Augustine)
AUGUSTINE: (squeals) My heart is in pain! Heart attack!
GRANDMA: (sitting down in a chair) And I'm a cripple. I am without legs. (Everyone looks at Louise. She starts to sob.)
GABY: All clear. Nobody wants to take a single step!
SUZON: (calling especially clearly and sharply) All right. I want to know what happened here last night?
GABY: Nothing special. Your father got home around eight. We had lunch. Then he went to his room to study.
SUZON: Who came to see him?
GABY: Nobody. (Everyone silently confirms this) Well, who will come in such weather.?
SUZON: Has anyone called him?
GABY: As far as I know, no. CHANEL: We would have heard the phone ring.
GRANDMA: Some tramp or thief got in here at night!
AUGUSTINE: Mama, have you heard what Louise is saying? Her room is next to the garage, she would have heard the dogs barking! And they didn't bark!
LOUISE: They haven't even moved, that's for sure!
GRANDMA: But in that case, the one the dogs are used to did it...
Someone who was constantly in the house... (Silence).
SUZON: Which one of you was last on the phone from here today. (Everyone is silent) Who?
CHANEL: I called.
SUZON: So say it!
CHANEL: And I say! This morning at half past seven I called the butcher. I ordered meat. (Grandma looks at Chanel accusingly)
I ordered lamb... For a roast for dinner. Do you understand?
SUZON: So the killer was still in the house at half past seven this morning.
So he messed up the phone later. (Heavy silence).
SUZONE: (To Gaby) Mom, were daddy's things all right?
GABY: Yes. You do know your father. With his mind, with his grip! He had a thousand opportunities to succeed. No, he never complained to me about his affairs! And then he had such an excellent assistant as Fornu!
SUZON: Who is Fornu?
GABY: His new factory partner.
SUZON: Oh, yes... Did this gentleman come here?
GABY: No... (remembers) But maybe once or twice. We did not know each other at home ... That is, very little ...
CHANEL: I remember once Mr. Fornou came here and the dogs attacked him.
SUZON: So this gentleman is beyond suspicion?
GABY: Of course it's pointless to suspect him!
SUZON: Maybe dad had enemies?
CHANEL: Monsieur had no enemies!
AUGUSTINE: That still needs to be proven. And Paris? We don't know who he met there.
GABY: What are you thinking? A stranger at 8:00 am fiddling with the phone here in our living room, and no one sees him?
GRANNY: Do you understand, Gaby, what this all means to us? Are you reporting?
SUZON: Who inherits after the pope?
GABY: Me! Of course it's me! That is, I mean we. In such cases, the business is sold and the money is divided between the wife and children. Wife half.
I learned. Everyone is given cash ... In a word (Confused, begins to cry) Katrin bring me a handkerchief ... (Katrin runs away).
SUZON: We need to warn my dad's sister.
GABY: (Jumps up as if stung) Your father's sister? Such a woman?
SUZON: You wrote to me that she settled somewhere around... not far...
Why did she need it?
GABY: I was hoping to reconnect with Marcel. At first she debauched in Paris, and now she decided to settle down next to her rich brother. I didn't want to influence your father. After all, a sister is a sister. But he himself realized that she was not an ornament in the house, this Pierrette, thank God, never crossed the threshold of our house. In a word... Catherine, bring me a handkerchief. (Chanel and Louise are somewhat embarrassed. Catherine brings a handkerchief).
SUZON: Did dad meet her in town?
GABY: No.
SUZON: What is she like?
GABY: I never saw her.
GRANDMA: They showed it to me, beautiful woman, but strange. SUSAN: And what does she live on?
GABY: It's her secret.
SUZON: I'd like to talk to her. I will go to her.
GABY: Please! Anywhere but not in my house! Better let the police ask questions. It's their business. Not yours! (to Louise) Give me my coat. (Louise was about to go, but does not leave, she listens to the conversation).
SUZON: (excitedly) I haven't been here in a year. It's unbelievable how people and faces can change in a year...
GABY: Do you think I'm getting old? Horrible! And this catastrophe will age me even more! I will begin to give my years! Marcel... That's how we understood each other. We were so close.
AUGUSTINE: (poisonously) So close that you had separate bedrooms.
GABY: (looking at Augustine) Marcel came home late, often working at night. He himself asked me to temporarily occupy a room on the second floor. Do you have any more questions or additions?
AUGUSTINE: Not now.
GRANDMA: Calm down, girls... Calm down. Gaby, go get the police. We need to hurry.
CHANEL: Madam, you can't leave Monsieur alone. If you'll excuse me, I'll go up to him.
KATHRYN: What if the killer is still there?
CHANEL: Don't compose, girl! The killer is not waiting for us. He ran away a long time ago... (goes to Marcel's door) And where is the key? Do you have it, ma'am?
GABY: No. Who has the key? Do you have Augustine?
AUGUSTINE: No, not with me. (pause) Suzon has it. I don't have it.
GABY: That's incredible! Where is the key? Who could take it?
CHANEL: You, madam!
GABY: I... I was unconscious.
Augustine: And I supported you.
SUZON: Me too. We all stood at that door. Louise went for a heating pad. Chanel
- for a towel. Katrin is behind a handkerchief.
GRANDMA: And I was sitting in my chair. Aaaa (unfolded knitting) Someone threw a key into my knitting! (holds the key to Gaby)
GABY: Let's not go into that matter. Chanel, I trust you with my eyes closed. You are the only one in this house that I trust. Here's the key.
AUGUSTINE: How nice to hear that for everyone else.
CHANEL: Thank you madam. (Goes back to the door)
GABY: And don't let anyone in this room!
AUGUSTINE: Well, you know! If Chanel crosses the threshold of the room, then we must all enter there.
LOUISE: All or none.
GRANDMA: Don't touch anything there!
LOUISE: The killer could have left fingerprints.
GRANDMA: If they disappear, the killer will be saved.
CHANEL: (pause) Are you saying that's why I took the key? (everyone is silent) Very good. (Goes down the stairs) In that case...
GRANDMA: Don't be so touchy, Chanel!
CHANEL: (with an unkind look) I never take offense at anything in this house. I've lived here for 15 years, you can say whatever you want in front of me. I don't care, this is my job, my bread. By the way, I prefer not to go there.
If you want to know, I'm just as scared as you. (Resolutely puts the key on the table and sits down indignantly). Everyone shied away from the cursed key.
LOUISE: (suddenly) That man must be lurking around here somewhere.
CHANEL: A man? Why man?
GRANDMA: Who?
CHANEL: A woman... (everyone looks at each other)
AUGUSTINE: (through clenched teeth) Shame on you! It's like you're blaming us! GABY: (ironic) When the conscience is clear...
AUGUSTINE: You hate me, don't you?
GABY: (coldly) No. I just don't pay attention.
AUGUSTINE: Do you hear what she says?
GRANDMA: Augustine, dear, shut up! Gaby forgive her!
AUGUSTINE: (exploding) No, mother! I won't shut up. Gabi is now everything is possible. She is rich! And can put us on the street. Look after her, mother, swans.
Save your steak. You are all afraid to tell her what you think because you are all scoundrels. But I'll tell the police everything I know! All.
GABY: What do you know?
AUGUSTINE: That's my business. Ah, you are all one! Everything is against me! Everybody's talking
- I'm an idiot, barren, nonentity. (crying) Why am I so unhappy?
What is good in my life? Tell! Show it to me. And the appearance is not the one to start life over! And the age is not the same! ..
LOUISE: That's right, that's right... (mockingly) But you have a talent.
Poetry! I often see from my room how you wander around the park at night, compose poetry. (to everyone) Honestly! We have so little entertainment here ... When Mademoiselle Augustine recites in the park at night, it's almost a TV set for me!
GRANDMA: (to Augustine) Don't worry! Take a pill, calm down!
AUGUSTINE: I think I will take the whole box at once and free you from myself.
Forever and ever! (leaves sobbing).
GRANDMA: Poor baby! (Suddenly gets out of the chair and straightens up) She must be protected! (Everyone looks at grandmother in fear. She takes several quite confident steps)
ALL: She's walking! God! Walking!
GABY: Mom! Your legs! What is it?!
GRANDMA: (downwardly) It's all right. (Leaves after Augustine.)
GABY: Just think! Made us buy her a wheelchair. It's all Augustine. I recognize my sister! Disgusting! Louise! I ask for the third time to give me a coat. I'm leaving. (Louise exits)
CHANEL: I'll go too, we need to put some wood in the fireplace.
SUZON: Where did grandma go?
GABY: Look under your pillow for any valuables!
SUZON: Under the pillow?
GABY: Yes. She keeps her shares under her pillow. Dog in the manger. I told her a thousand times: the securities must be invested in the Marcel business. But she sits on them like a chicken on her eggs! There was a big payment due two weeks ago. At a time like this, anything can come in handy. (Catherine, who until now has been sitting silently in the corner, depressed by everything that is happening, approaches her mother).
KATHRYN: (anxiously) Did things go badly for dad?
GABY: Baby, payment is payment. But is it possible to convince
Augustine? I did all I could. But she and her mother are in a vise. On the one hand, stinginess, on the other, gratitude. Yes, yes, thanks. Because we hosted them.
SUZON: What can you do? They both did not find themselves rich husbands.
GABY: It's not my fault. Your father couldn't stand them. But I did everything I could for them. (Louise brings her coat and helps Gaby get dressed).
SUZONE: Louise, are you sure the dogs didn't bark at night?
LOUISE: Of course. I didn't sleep well that night. I was somehow uneasy. I also noticed that Monsieur looked bad when I brought him linden tea.
GABY: What time was that?
LOUISE: At midnight. He worked. Then he called me - I got up ... and he asked me to bring him linden tea ... Well, I brought it.
SUZON: And stayed at his place for a long time?
LOUISE: No, she left immediately.
KATHRYN: Tell me, Louise, did you bring tea in a cup?
LUISA: What else?
KATHRYN: Didn't you go up to him again? LOUISE: No.
KATHRYN: Strange. Why didn't I see the cup this morning?
LOUISE: Because I put it away from the evening.
SUZON: But you said you didn't go into the room.
LOUISE: He drank in front of me in one gulp. (Augustine's heart-rending cries are heard.)
GRANDMA: (Goes out and walks resolutely towards Gaby. Pulls her along)
Let's go to! Hurry! Yes, rather! I can't handle Augustine. She wants to swallow all the pills at once.
GABY: Bullshit! Blackmail! (Grandmother, followed by Gabi. Augustine's screams are heard.)
SUZON: (to Louise) When you were making tea, was Chanel still in the house?
LOUISE: No. She left shortly before. She lives in a pavilion by the pond. She says she's freer there.
SUZON: I know. She is a good old nanny. She has her habits.
LOUISE: That's her right. Everyone wants to be free after a working day. (slyly) It doesn't hurt anyone to play cards at their leisure!
SUZONE: (amazed) What? Chanel plays cards?
LOUISE: (With feigned chagrin) Oh, what have I done... I thought you knew (looks askance at both girls).
SUSAN: But with whom? Who does she play cards with? (Luza is silent).
KATHRYN: With one of ours? (Louise is silent).
SUZON: Well, go ahead!
LOUISE: I won't tell. I'm not a whistleblower.
SUZON: Say we won't give you up. Well, Louise!
LOUISE: (pretends to overcome herself) She's playing with...
She plays... Well, to hell with it, I'll say it. She is playing with Pierrette, your father's sister.
KATHRYN: Oh, that's how it is!
SUSAN: Father's sister? Do you know this for sure?
LOUISE: Ask your grandmother, she saw. And she, when she takes a bite of the bottle, can blurt out everything in the world.
SUSAN: For a bottle?
LOUISE: What? Our grandmother always has a supply in her room! (Catherine and Louise laugh, it's not a secret for Catherine).
SUZON: (thinking) And what is she like, this Aunt Pierrette?
LOUISE: I have no idea. She doesn't come here. The ladies here say she's a former dancer who performed naked! And Madame Chanel says she's as pure as a lily. (Chanel enters with a tray, on it is a teapot and cups).
CHANEL: Where is Mademoiselle Augustine?
SUZON: Somewhere out there.
CHANEL: (to Louise) Take it. (Hands the tray. Louise exits) What a comedian, your aunt Augustine! She sobs so sincerely. Heard from the kitchen. I made linden tea for her. This will help.
SUZON: What hurts her?
CHANEL: Nothing. She never got sick. This is her new trick.
SUSON: (imperiously) Tell me what you think of Grandma and Augustine?
CHANEL: They are nice, but very tiresome ladies. Your poor mother gets the most. They constantly make remarks to her, read her morals!
But one thing is right. It's about raising Catherine.
KATHRYN: Damn it! I didn't even know such a question existed.
CHANEL: You swear at every turn, you chew gum at the table, you smoke on the sly, you read those stupid detective stories. What is not a book, then only corpses. Brr.
KATHRYN: Oh la la! How far behind you are, my poor Chanel!
CHANEL: Suzon behaved better at your age! KATRINE: Characters are different!
CHANEL: My poor girls...
KATRINE: (slyly) Chanel, what time did you go to your room, huh?
CHANEL: About twelve.
KATRINE: Did you go for a walk before going to bed?
CHANEL: What are you laughing at? In such weather?
KATHRYN: Oh, no, you must have received guests?
CHANEL: Guests? I haven't seen anyone in ten years. (explodes)
Katherine, I've already ironed your trousers, go and change, finally! (Catherine leaves).
SUZON: Chanel, is Louise doing a good job?
trailerTranslation by A. Reizhevsky and M. Levina
The performance comes with one intermission.
Duration - 2 hours 30 minutes
From the history:
Robert Thomas is a French playwright, director and actor. Skillfully maneuvering between comedy, detective and drama, the writer gains worldwide popularity thanks to three plays that have been repeatedly filmed: "The Trap for a Single Man", "Eight Women" and "The Parrot and the Chicken" (rather known as "Look for a Woman").
The ironic detective "Eight Women" was especially fond of the theaters of our country: in different time it was staged at the Maly Theatre, the Satire Theater, the Novosibirsk Musical Comedy Theater and many others. Also, this mysterious story may be familiar to the Russian audience from the film of the same name directed by Francois Ozon with the stars of world cinema.
Plot:
In a country villa covered with snow, eight women are preparing for the "family" Christmas. There won't be a holiday. After all, the owner of the villa, Marcel, is missing, whom the heroines will find in the office ... with a knife in his back. A wife, her sister, two daughters, a grandmother, maids or a sister - any of them can be a murderer. Who is this?..
About the performance:
In the production, where the plot is shrouded in riddles, and unexpected and shocking secrets are hidden behind the masks of aristocratic upbringing and politeness, the images of women, unique and multifaceted, reign. In the Tver Academic Drama Theater, the bright characters of the Eight Loving Women are embodied by the leading actresses of the theater.
