Razvan Vasilescu citind povestirile lui Cehov, sensibile si pline de umor, despre oameni simpli si intamplarile lor complicate, pare ca vine chiar din secolul XIX. Si nu vine singur, aduce cu sine un arhivar devenit celebru cu ocazia unui accident provocat de betie, o guvernanta mototoala care este supusa unui test cinic, un functionar care, impins de aburii betiei, ii cere socoteala fostului sau sef, un batran demn si important nevoit sa solicite ajutor pentru nepotul sau neispravit, un functionar sfrijit care se ploconeste in fata fostului sau coleg, ajuns om mare, o actrita ingenua care asteapta declaratia unui comic sacait insa de lipsa unui pahar de vodca, un contraamiral care este invitat la o nunta doar datorita rangului sau, un croitor care traieste din hazul amintirilor, acceptandu-si resemnat umilinta de dragul lor, un raufacator inocent care nu intelege ce fatalitate l-a adus in sala de judecata.

Ecolul 19 este o alta planeta. Iti trebuie un anume spirit de aventura ca sa te intorci acolo, asumandu-ti riscul de a trai, zi de zi, exact ca oamenii vremii, de a te obisnui cu felul lor energic de a fi, cu regulile lor de conversatie, cu numeroasele lor obiecte de imbracaminte obligatoriu de purtat in acelasi timp pe unul si-acelasi trup, cu caii si cu servitorii lor, cu inima lor moale si cu taria lor de caracter, cu oala lor de noapte si cu balurile lor, cu teribilele lor pistoale si cu neajutorarea ingrozitoare in fata bolii, cu miasmele, cu parfumurile si cu sarurile lor, cu puricii si plosnitele dezgustatoare din hanurile lor, cu privatele din curte, cu scrisorile lor enorme si cu felul atat de direct in care ti se adreseaza chiar tie, cititorule, in romanele lor. Dar riscul cel mare este sa te deprinzi cu increderea lor absoluta intr-un viitor care tie, celui venit de acolo, din viitorul in care credeau ei atat de frumos, iti strange inima. Daca ajungi sa crezi si tu in el, ca ei, reintoarcerea acasa ar putea fi plina de dezamagiri si regrete.

16 povestiri în lectura lui Victor Rebengiuc.

49 de poezii de Ion Minulescu selctate și citite de Andrei Pleșu.

"Geniul lui Kafka este de a povesti ca pe o poveste reala, de a folosi realismul in descrierea unei situatii enorm fictionale. (...) Din clipa in care axioma metamorfozei imposibile este pusa pe tapet, lucrurile curg de la sine ca in cea mai realista poveste din lume. Care este suprema grozavie pe care poate s-o pateasca un om? Este sa cada intr-o nenorocire, sa isi imagineze ca este sprijinit de cei din jurul lui, ca este sustinut, ca nu e singur pe lume si ca el va iesi pana la urma la liman cu ajutorul celorlalti; ori povestea din Metamorfoza este povestea parasirii treptate.

Si, fiindca tot am ajuns aici, despre ce poate vorbi cu maxime satisfactii un om cumsecade? Raspuns: despre dânsul. Ei, atunci despre mine voi vorbi si eu.

"S-a scris mult și bine despre strălucitoarea îmbinare genetică din ființa Reginei Maria. Atunci când gustul rusesc pentru fast, ceremonial și spații infinite se unește cu infailibilul fler imperial britanic, cultul victoriei și al onoarei, e limpede că rezultatul va fi unul invincibil și spectaculos."

19 texte semnate I.L. Caragiale, 7 actori: "Amici" - lectura Razvan Vasilescu, "Atmosfera incarcata" - lectura Dan Radulescu, "O zi solemna" - lectura Irina Petrescu, "Situatiunea" - lectura Ion Caramitru, "Mici economii" - lectura Dan Radulescu, "Diplomatie" - lectura Marius Manole, "Lantul slabiciunilor" - lectura Marius Manole, "O cronica de Craciun" - lectura Mihai Constantin, "Meteahna" - lectura Victor Rebengiuc, "Repausul dominical" - lectura Dan Radulescu, "La Pasti" - lectura Irina Petrescu.

Nu se poate sa nu te întrebi, din cînd în cînd, cum se face ca cei virtuosi au necazuri, în vreme ce pacatosii o duc bine. si, în definitiv, cum se împaca portretul unui Dumnezeu bun, iubitor, milostiv, cu existenta ubicua a raului în lume. Acestea sunt întrebarile Cartii lui Iov. Ea nu vine cu raspunsuri ultime. Dar îsi arata ca, punîndu-si asemenea întrebari, esti într-o buna si veche companie. Si ca, pîna sa ai un raspuns, te poti bucura de o capodopera a poeziei vechi-testamentare.

"Încercat-am sa înteleg de unde vin lacrimile si m-am oprit la sfinti. Sa fie ei responsabili de stralucirea lor amara? Cine ar sti? Se pare însa ca lacrimile sunt urmele lor; dar fara ei nu stiam ca plângem din regretul paradisului. As vrea sa vad o singura lacrima înghitita de pamânt... Toate apuca, pe cai necunoscute noua, în sus. Numai durerea precede lacrimile. Sfintii n-au facut altceva decât sa le reabiliteze." (Emil CIORAN)

When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

There's no place like home for the holidays ... especially for Lesley Carver. Life in the big city just wasn't her jam and now she's back in Hickory Falls, working at the family diner and helping her mom after she took a tumble. Lesley longs to build a life here, working at the cafe, selling her handmade ornaments and ... er, apparently reviving her high school crush on her best friend’s older brother. Only one problem, her mom wants her to leave Hickory Falls far behind.

Tilly Farriday isn’t feeling very jolly this season. Recently divorced and broke, she’s squatting in one of her rental agency’s properties until her new home is ready. The sprinkles on top of the burnt Christmas cookie that is her life? The new owner shows up early, forcing Tilly to hide in the attic to save her job…and what remains of her dignity.

First published in 1843, it tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a mean and unpleasant man who dislikes people generally and Christmas especially. One Christmas Eve he is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley and the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come and given a glimpse of the many homes and lives which Scrooge has touched in his wretched life to date. After their visits, Scrooge is transformed into a kinder, gentler man.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

Clark Griswold was onto something...at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug—another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn’t get—I’m not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER.

My fiancé brought me tea and scrambled eggs in bed that morning, and we snuggled together, talking about buying our rings, and about our perfect wedding next year. Then we headed into town. He held my hand and gazed at the ring I liked best, a smile spreading slowly over his face. Then a glass of bubbly to celebrate. I felt flushed, excited and ready for the rest of my life with the man I loved. We race to get on the train home. It screams to a halt and I run towards its open doors. Made it. I think he’s right behind me — but when I turn around, he’s gone.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone? Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

Johnnie Rico never really intended to join up—and definitely not the infantry. But now that he’s in the thick of it, trying to get through combat training harder than anything he could have imagined, he knows everyone in his unit is one bad move away from buying the farm in the interstellar war the Terran Federation is waging against the Arachnids. Because everyone in the Mobile Infantry fights. And if the training doesn’t kill you, the Bugs are more than ready to finish the job.