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From the vision of one woman who fled Bolshevik Russia and opened her doors to artists, musicians, writers and refugees from war-torn Europe, it has become a sanctuary for generations of a family who - over the course of one day - face marital crisis, impending birth, teenage trauma, a father's roving eye into forbidden territory, momentous news from the past, communal financial crisis, and a love lost from the summer of '57. 

As the evening shadows spread-eagle across the lawn to the rambling house and the great old copper beech, Natasha comes to the fruition of her life's work. The kaleidoscope of memory has been shaken, decisions have been taken. There has been a birth, a death, but above all a celebration.

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