Looking for Happiness, Loss of the Big Money and Surviving: The Two Sisters – Two Fates

By Ludmila Chorekchan

It is an exciting story about how the rich family estate was left without any regret by one sister and lost between the fingers without any responsibility by another sister. But nothing bad could happened at all, if the people
from this story would really knew themselves, knew their weak points and aware of their psychological problems! So, I tried to display it through the actions of these people, that everybody could not only understand rationally
the important psychological problems, which push us to our troubles, but emotionally also, what is very important, feeling pain of these people, being really upset to their wrong behavior and glad to right one, because then we learn better and remember forever! It is also very important to know when we want to be happy and when we are not, or when we are the victims, or when we are attacking others, or when we are loosing
everything, going down, or when we are just living today!
This story is very consonant to our time, when we also lost a lot and must fix our life how it was before! Even more, it is my modern psychological version of the famous play A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams,
which was published right after The Second World War was over, time close to our days, when terrors of the war were staying yet in memory
of the people, leaving its traces on the ways of the life, and where serious psychological problems were expressed especially impressively, through pain,tears and sufferings. But in my story I tried to do moreto display the real reasons of the psychological problems, what we are usually missing, step by step discovering wrong thoughts and wrong doings, which led that people to their troubles. And as resultreward to all of us: happy ending, because the
reasons of all troubles were discovered; but to discover means to understand and to understand psychological problems is to get rid of them and to be cured! I tried to write about all those serious matters in an easy entertainment
way, that everybody, who will read my story, would enjoy it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 8, 2010
• ISBN: 9781462809516

Ludmila Chorekchan

I am a Russian Psychiatrist immigrated in USA together with my family from former USSR, because my husband, talented specialist of Near and Middle East Art and Literature (Ph.D.), Encyclopedist and Multilanguage Journalist was persecuted by Soviet authority. In New York I worked in Medical institutions and private—as Psychotherapist. I am writing since 1997 and became Member of PEN AMERICAN CENTER. Now, I have more than five dozen published essays, written in two languages (Russian and English). My first book “The Revelation of a Russian Psychiatrist on the American Land” was published in New York in 2002. It is the collection of my essays printed in American periodical press. The complete Russian version of my book was published in Moscow in 2001, which same year was exposed on the stands of two International Book Fairs in Frankfurt in Germany and in Moscow City. Besides, more than two years my book was being sold through Internet by the most prestige Russian Bookstores in USSR and abroad.

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"Looking for Happiness,

Loss of the Big Money

and Surviving"

The Two Sisters—Two Fates

Ludmila Chorekchan

The modern psychological version of Tennessee Williams’ plays A Streetcar Named Desire

Copyright © 2010 by Ludmila Chorekchan.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2009907499

ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4500-3746-4

Softcover      978-1-4500-3745-7

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgment

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

Dedication

In memory of my older brother

remarkable Russian physician Boris Verkhovsky,PhD.

Acknowledgment

I am expressing my very special gratitude to the press, which was publishing my essays and articles:

Newspapers— Brooklyn Daily Eagle, The Brooklyn Baron, Novoye Russkoe Slovo, America and the World, Russian American NY, Russian Bazar, Echo, Evening New York, Globus, Medicine and Health, Interesnaya Gazetta, Yevreisky mir, Vecherniy New York

Magazines— Dancer—All-American Professional Magazine of ballet and dance, Family Consultant, Russian Parents Magazine

PREFACE

It is an exciting story about how the rich family estate was left without any regret by one sister and lost between the fingers without any responsibility by another sister. But nothing bad could happened at all, if the people from this story would really knew themselves, knew their weak points and aware of their psychological problems! So, I tried to display it through the actions of these people, that everybody could not only understand rationally the important psychological problems, which push us to our troubles, but emotionally also, what is very important, feeling pain of these people, being really upset to their wrong behavior and glad to right one, because then we learn better and remember forever! It is also very important to know when we want to be happy and when we are not, or when we are the victims, or when we are attacking others, or when we are loosing everything, going down, or when we are just living today!

This story is very consonant to our time, when we also lost a lot and must fix our life how it was before! Even more, it is my modern psychological version of the famous play A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams, which was published right after The Second World War was over, time close to our days, when terrors of the war were staying yet in the memory of the people, leaving its traces on the ways of the life, and where serious psychological problems were expressed especially impressively, through pain, tears and sufferings. But in my story I tried to do more—to display the real reasons of the psychological problems, what we are usually missing, step by step discovering wrong thoughts and wrong doings, which led that people to their troubles. And as result—reward to all of us: happy ending, because the reasons of all troubles were discovered; but to discover means to understand and to understand psychological problems is to get rid of them and to be cured! I tried to write about all those serious matters in an easy entertainment way, that everybody, who will read my story, would enjoy it!

CHAPTER 1

1946. New Orleans. The Second World War is over. Decorated all over, recently demobilized Master Sergeant in Engineer’s Corps. Stanley Kowalskey thirty years old came home. He is happily married and now is living together with his wife in a small apartment of the old house near the railroad by the river.

There is evening. Roughly dressed in the work clothes he is coming home together with his war friend Mitch, bringing a big bag of food in his arms. Stanley stopped at the porch and called his wife as loud as he could. Graceful young woman around twenty five with very intelligent appearance came out. Please, don’t scream, she told softly. Her clever eyes were looking at him with love. Evidently, they were originating from the different levels of society, but they were completing each other. Something was pulsating between them, radiating the very special light. Stanley liked privileged differences of his wife. They did not bother his ambitions and he was not jealous of that what sometimes happens to the other men in the similar situations. Even more, he liked to play with that, emphasizing these privileges My Queen, he liked to call his wife, Your Majesty!"

But for Stella her husband was a representative of the new, active life. Passive, lazy aristocrats from whom she escaped with the hero of the Second World War, did not take her interest any more. Her future she saw not with them, who were only utilizing what they had, but with Stanley, who was working, building his life by his hands, and who was fighting for that during The Second World War, although at the same time Stella remembered that she was heiress of the rich estate.

Catch! shouted Stanley and the big bag with food flew directly to Stella. She adroitly caught that. Stella was doing it with her husband not the first time, but apparently she did not like it. It was not her style of behavior, but wisdom of love made her smile. She wanted to say something, but Stanley had already left for bowling. Some mysterious power was keeping them constantly together, and if one was leaving, other was following the first one.

Stanley, wait! Where are you going? Stella called him. Bowling, his back answered and added: Come soon. Domineering husband loved his wife and wanted that she always follow him.

*   *   *

The streetcar named Desire was driving along an unattractive street of the poor area in the old city on the south of USA as it wanted to say: I can bring you everywhere, even to your happiness. It is what Blanche Dubois was also thinking with bitter irony being in this train, lost her job and the whole family estate. She was going to her sister Stella Kowalskey, but instead of presents, she only brought with her losses. However, she was going to her sister not because she had desire to build something together with her, but because she did not have a place to live and had nothing to eat. Speaking generally, she did not have any serious desires, otherwise, she would not lose at once all what she had. A streetcar named Desire was making her some hints, but she was missing that. The pictures of the past were coming up in her mind. She is sixteen years old. She fell in love with a young talented poet. They married, but very soon he committed suicide, left her only the letters with his verses dedicated to her, what she is bringing now in her luggage—only thing which she did not lose. That happiness in early youth was short. And now, there is no the person, only his love left after him. She is starting choking with tears and this memory disappeared. The train jerked then stopped. Blanche regained consciousness. But she did not come yet. She must transfer to another streetcar. Its name was direct opposite to the first one—Cemeteries as if somebody would send her message that now she will be delivered to the place where all her dreams will be buried. Blanche started with train Desire and finished with the train Cemeteries. If only always we could read the hidden messages, which we are receiving all the time, we would know how to avoid our troubles.

We are not noticing that all people are divided in two parts: the ones, who are thinking more realistically and who have more happiness, and others, who think less realistically, who then have lot of troubles and make their ways like Blanche does from streetcar named Desire to the streetcar named Cemeteries.

She got out and walked a few blocks. She couldn’t believe that her sister lives here. Not big house with white pillars like in their estate appeared now before her. Working people were living here. Blanche never thought that life could be like this. She was pretty much disconnected from reality. Very attentively reading and rereading the little piece of the paper where was written address of her sister she hoped that she came to the wrong place, but a woman on the porch confirmed that to her great disappointment. Blanche did not know that life is beautiful not only for rich, but for working people too, when they are free and when they are creating their lives the way they understand. She also did not know that first of all we need love, attention, kind attitude, that it is not bought by money ; and they are the same for poor and rich.

Blanche stopped in gloomy reflection. What happened, honey, are you lost? she heard the compassionate voice of the woman to whom she applied first time. It was Eunice, neighbor of her sister, who did not know how far Blanche has been already lost. Half-heartedly Blanche asked her about Stella. She wanted to hear that it was a mistake, but Eunice confirmed this also. Unfortunately, Stella was living here!

Made sure that Blanche was Stella’s sister, Eunice invited her hospitably to come in. She showed Blanche the apartment where she will stay, the bed where she will sleep. It was the bedroom of Stella and Stanley. The bed for Blanche was standing over there enclosed by very thin curtain. For a moment she compared this room with the rooms of her parents’ house and of course it looked really bad. Oh, no! It was too much! And here Stella is living? How could she? Blanche choked with grief. Then indignation with Stella, with her husband, who gave her such a miserable life, with Eunice, who was so nice to her, and with all other people around her, replaced her feeling of desperation. The voice of her privileged kin rose in Blanche. It was beginning from French Huguenots.

Looked differently and dressed differently Blanche appeared now powerful and arrogant as if she were continuing to be a rich aristocrat. Disliked the whole house where she came, Blanche even rejected warm welcome of Eunice. In a very unpleasant manner she asked Eunice to leave her alone. Alone! From whom she has already tired? She just came here. Nobody yet knew her and she knew nobody.

Eunice did not take it personally. She was just surprised and decided that it was only the problem of Blanche. She went out to call Stella, left Blanche alone as she wanted. But left alone Blanche looked neither powerful nor arrogant. She looked very unhappy. She became stooped and with shaking hands tightly pressed her knees. She really did not know what to do with herself.

This time Eunice has been already coming to the bowling. There were lots of people over there, they enjoyed being together and looked quite happy. Blanche was out of that, because she thought that she was very special, that it was not her place. But where it was she really did not know.

Blanche! she heard joyful voice of her sister, who like beam of light called off her dull loneliness. For a minute both of them were silent. Then Blanche quickly stood up and rushed