Текст книги "Plays for 1, 2 people. Collection №3"
Автор книги: Nikolay Lakutin
Жанр: Драматургия, Поэзия и Драматургия
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Lida pauses for a moment. Her face radiates happiness, a certain inner light of openness, disposition, kindness and self-denial.
LIDA (trembling): I saw the picture right there. I felt a sudden chill as my inner feelings surged and gathered momentum. And this feeling was very strong, unusual, unfamiliar to me… I...., I suddenly realized what it means to be happy!
.. It is happiness generated by the gut, and not external factors that unites us all… And side by side with this very happiness is accompanied by love.
LIDA: here! But this discovery I made for myself quite recently…
Lida and Grisha look at each other cautiously.
LIDA: do you know why I just told you about this?
Grisha nods questioningly.
LIDA: because I felt the same way here with you as I did on the rickety bridge.
Lida looks at Grisha, giving herself completely in this look. Grisha understands everything, puts his hand in his hair, trying to somehow cope with the excitement.
Lida gets up, goes to a Bush, tears off a blade of grass, twists a ring out of it, and sits down on her knees in front of Grisha, handing him this ring.
LIDA: I thought that didn't happen. But it turns out there's still a lot I don't know about life. Grisha… I love you, please marry me, please take me…
Lyrical music is playing.
Lida throws herself on Grisha's shoulders in her feelings, and Grisha gently hugs her, but does not answer.
The music is playing, the couple is embracing, their embrace shows reciprocity.
The music stops.
LIDA (recoiling, with hope): Is that a YES?
GREGORY: That means no!
LIDA (confused): What? No? Oh, you… YOU! MYYYYYY!!! Do you know who you are after that?
Lida jumps up from her knees, she's raging.
Grisha tries to say something, quite calmly explain something, but the girl is not up to it. She's tearing up and throwing up. Bushes, trees, and everything that is nearby in the place of events are hit.
LIDA (angrily): Guys… What a creation! It's just unbearable. How can I interact with you at all? you… You are somehow strangely distributed. Either they are simpletons, or they are such that only through the back knee of the third leg can something be understood.
Lida shakes her head accusingly and furiously. He goes to his rope, picks it up, looks at it sadly, throws it on the floor, goes to Grisha with a mute question, wants to ask something, but changes his mind. He returns to the rope, picks it up, walks sadly with it to the tree, raises his head to the branch, sighs, and begins to try to fix something about his original idea.
GRISHA (calmly, distantly, as if continuing some friendly warm dialogue): … and I built a small house outside the city. Small but cozy. Twenty-eight square meters on the first floor, there is a hall and a kitchen. And on the second floor there are two bedrooms of eleven squares. Good place. A plot of land on five acres, the entrance to the house is beautiful, not far from the highway, there is some kind of infrastructure. Everyone asked me – why do you need this? That there's nothing to do? You live in a two-bedroom apartment in the center and live, and what is there to do outside the city? Why are you building it? Who is all this for?
Lida begins to understand what Grisha is leading to. She smoothly stops in her actions, turns slowly, and looks attentively at Grisha.
GRISHA (calmly continues, almost ignoring the girl): … and I believed, I practically knew that sooner or later… it may be too late, or almost too late, but I will meet a girl whom I will bring to this house, and she will be the mistress. It will add the last but most important touches and create comfort. He'll do what I can't do alone.
Grisha stares at Lida, a tear almost falling from his eye.
GRISHA (nodding brightly): I listened to your story and correlated it with what is dear and valuable to me. You know, I… like most men, I've always wanted a son. And in the backyard of the house for the future, so to speak, built a small basketball court.
Maintains a pause.
GRISHA (with a beaming face): I bought a new ball. Just like they play on the best basketball courts in the world… I held this ball in my hands and imagined how my son and I would play on this court. How I would lift him up by the armpits to the ring, and he would be happy to throw the ball into the basket… How much… Grisha gets up from the
ground, shakes himself off, goes to the Bush, tears off a twig, or a blade of grass. Making a ring.
GRISHA (without looking at Lida): Honey, Lida… I turned you down for one reason only. Not because I don't want you to be my wife, but because a man should propose. And if something happens, you can't blame anyone else, but only yourself!
Grisha twists the ring, Lida, realizing everything that really happened, covers her face with her hands in shame.
GRISHA (turns to the girl): What's the watch? There are still a few minutes left for our century?
Lida takes out her phone and looks at it.
LIDA (happily, but with restrained calmness): Yes… the last few minutes have started their run…
Grisha goes to Lida, sits down on one knee and hands her the ring.
GRISHA: Lida, my beautiful doubt, my happy doubt, my only doubt in my life… Please become my wife!
Lida hesitates. Whatever it was, but the step is very serious.
LIDA (half-joking): Do you promise that if something happens, you will only blame yourself for what happened later?
GRISHA: I Promise!
Lida again covers her face with her hands, wipes away happy tears. He accepts the ring, puts it on his ring finger, and hands it to Grisha.
LIDA (half-joking): I think this is unnecessary, I will do everything so that you do not have a reason to blame yourself, Grisha… Yes, I agree to be your wife, I really want to be your wife!
They lift the ropes and tie them together as a single whole mechanism.
Hug.
Music!
ZTM CURTAIN
The play «The Courier»
Short Comedy for 1 hour in three acts.
ACTOR
Nina Is A Courier. About 25 years old;
Slava is a Customer who applied to the service. About 25 years old.
ACT ONE
STREET
You can hear the noise of the wind, the sounds of the city bustle, the car horn sounds.
THE DRIVER's CRY behind the stage: Take your eyes off the phone, look where you're going, suicidal man!
Slava jumps on stage with a smartphone in his hand. He's a little scared, confused. He looks around in a fuss, sighs with relief, and puts the phone to his ear.
SLAVA (into the phone): Hello? Are you still here?" I almost got hit again. Well, you know these drivers, they fly, they don't look at the road at all, so the statistics are so terrible then according to reports of accidents involving pedestrians. So they try to crush. No, honey, don't worry, what's going to happen to me?
Slava walks across the stage and at this moment stumbles, falls, automatically shouts.
SLAVA: Yes…
The tube falls out of his hand. The phone falls and shatters when it hits the floor. The battery is separate, the cover is separate, the screen is all cracked.
Slava waves his hands furiously, his facial expressions expressing a silent barrage of unflattering words. Collects the phone, tries to turn it on, but nothing comes out.
GLORY: What a day it is! He was fired from his job, almost crushed on the road, the phone died… sighs
heavily, slaps his lips on the exhalation.
GLORY: There is also hunting like a dog… But if I don't call Irochka back soon, she'll go crazy and think something's wrong.
Rushing around the stage.
GLORY: So I'm going to get a new phone, and then we'll take it in turn.
Slava makes several more attempts to disassemble and reassemble the phone, turn it on, restart it, but in the end he waves his hand in resignation, puts the disassembled parts in his pocket and goes to another part of the stage.
APARTMENT OF GLORY
The apartment is waiting for its owner.
Bachelor residence. The situation is like in an office. Bed, table, kettle, one glass.
A huge horseshoe hangs over the door.
Plays a positive chaotic music.
Slava runs into the room, holding a box with a new phone.
GLORY: Soooo!
He runs around the room, turns on the kettle, quickly takes off his jacket, unpacks the box with the phone.
GLORY: Soon, soon the girl of my beloved dial…
The sound of a rumbling stomach. Slava looks sadly and to some extent even painfully at the audience.
SLAVA: BUT no. Hurry up, hurry up to pizza delivery. My favorite with pineapples. God, I want her.
Takes the phone out of the box. He runs to the jacket, takes his broken phone out of its pocket, extracts a SIM card from it and inserts it into a new smartphone. Battery, cover.
SLAVA: not enough charge, well, nothing, let's try to make it.
Dial.
GLORY: Hello! Hello, me… I'll have a Hawaiian pizza, please. Vyacheslav.... That's right, chicken, pineapples. Yes, put it down. Well. Address: Kapchuka 17 apartment 43. How much? Great waiting.
Resets the number, begins to dial his beloved Irina, but the phone sits down.
SLAVA (pitifully): No,no… not now… just one call… Looks
humbly at the phone.
SLAVA: Dead… That's what they always put so little charge on new phones, do… charge. Now, for now, it will gain a few percent from zero. Irishka is probably there… My girl, my Sunshine. Well, now-now, just a little bit and I'll call, calm down.
Puts the phone on charge, goes to another room, comes back in disguise, almost the same pants. He pulls on his home sweater as he walks. On his feet are women's pink Slippers with ears. They stand out and don't fit anything at all.
He pours water from the boiling kettle into a glass, takes a tea bag from somewhere in his pocket, and several more bags fall out on the floor. He grins contentedly. Puts the bag in the glass.
GLORY: Heh… I stole it at work for the last time. Stop!
It freezes for a moment. He takes a handful of refined sugar from his second pocket. He puts one piece in the glass and the other back in his pocket.
GLORY: Vooooooot, with sugar.
The doorbell rings.
Slava rubs his hands together, walks in anticipation, opens the door, but immediately slams it shut, leaning on it with his whole body!
SLAVA (Shouting): Burn in hell, you damn cultists, and forget the way to this courtyard!
Listens.
SLAVA: They left like. Oh…, how they bothered me. Then they stick their books in, then some pamphlets, then they break into the apartment without an invitation, and they themselves just stare and stare, where to steal something!
A few lumps of sugar fall out of the pocket and onto the floor.
SLAVA (to the viewer, making excuses, looking at the pile of tea and sugar on the floor): No, I'm different! I don't put this case on stream, so to speak. And then I got fired without a bonus. I had to get tea and sugar. Everything is fair.
The doorbell rings. Slava angrily looks towards the door, runs for a MOP, swings, opens the door.
SLAVA (shouting furiously): I'll show you such a God now!
Behind the door you hear a girl's scream heard as something falls.
SLAVA: Oops…
Nina Enters the apartment.
She has a slice of pizza on her head and pineapple slices spread evenly over her shoulders. Chunks of cheese hang down my pants, something on my sneakers. There's a broken pizza box in my hand.
SLAVA: What a sight…
NINA:
Slava quickly throws off his sneakers and kicks them to the side…
GLORY: This… in General… so! Who are you? What is your purpose?
NINA (angrily): Pizza delivery! That it's not noticeable?
Awkward pause.
GLORY: Are you a courier?
Slava examines the girl.
GLORY: These seem to be my pineapples… Where's the chicken?
NINA (irritated): That is, everything else does not bother! Here is where the chicken did not reach the customer, this is a tragedy, and everything else is normal. Is that it?
SLAVA: Yes, the chicken just got there, but the pizza…
Nina swings and starts pounding Slava with a broken package.
GLORY: Ale-ale! What's up?
Slava puts a MOP in a fighting position!
NINA: it's Getting more interesting.
GLORY: Broke in here, you know, not God knows who, causing serious injuries to a law-abiding citizen. Where's my pizza?
NINA (shouts): serious injuries are yet to come! And for the chicken and for the suit and for the stress and for the moral damage! This is just a warm-up. What are we going to do, swordsman?
Slava throws the MOP aside.
GLORY: The first thing to do, I think, is to calm down.
The sound of a rumbling stomach.
GLORY: So, the second thing that needs to be done urgently is…
Takes a slice of pizza from Nina's head and starts eating it, washing it down with tea. He sits down on a chair.
There is another rumbling of the stomach, of a slightly different nature.
Nina looks at her stomach, then at the gym, then feels her head with her hands, finds another slice of pizza in the hood, and starts eating it.
Eat. Glance. Silent.
Slava gets up from the chair and goes to the exit.
NINA: Where?
SLAVA: Close the door. Before the hare Krishnas or any other atypical individuals come here (looks at Nina with a sneer). I won't survive the second coming of Christ today.
Close the door.
NINA: Well, the process is getting better, so to speak. Being a Christ is somehow more pleasant than being a chicken.
Nina notices a horseshoe over the door and smiles.
NINA: what (points to the horseshoe), for luck hung up? I didn't think anyone else would do it.
Slava looks at the horseshoe, then reproachfully at the courier.
SLAVA: I hung it up in case the evil spirit didn't Get into the apartment, but somehow it didn't work.
Nina chuckles, goes to the table, and drinks from the same glass.
GLORY: This is actually my tea!
Nina looks at Slava in surprise.
NINA: Really?
He looks at the glass, then at Slava, and pointedly takes a few more SIPS.
Slava writhes in disgust.
NINA: So what? Sissy or what? Did I give a damn? Or did I take something obscene in my mouth before?
Slava is silent in response.
NINA: I Don't understand the silence.
GLORY:
NINA (indignantly): What?
SLAVA: No, I didn't even think about it at all…
NINA: AND…
takes another SIP from the glass.
GLORY: Now think.
NINA: Well, you know what… Let's get this… closer to the subject. Who will pay for the order?
GLORY: I don't know… in any case, not me.
NINA: who Ordered pizza?
SLAVA: I ordered it! But in fact, I received only a small non-sterile piece of dirty hair, so it's still you who should pay me for the risks incurred, and not me!
NINA: Who's talking about risks here? Who almost got hit in the head with a MOP?
GLORY: a Little does not count!
NINA: Doesn't count? And who will wash my clothes now? And in General, to be honest, it is not very pleasant when the client says: Hello, thank you, please, from the threshold to try to knock out the courier with household equipment. What have I done to you?
GLORY: I thought you weren't there.
NINA: Thought? Mmm… Then maybe it makes sense to apologize to the girl? For starters?
SLAVA (reluctantly): Excuse me.
NINA: So, now on the situation! Order delivered without delay?
GLORY: Without delay.
NINA: are you satisfied with the product quality?
GLORY: I don't even know how to answer that. Instead of a pizza circle, I got one worn-out slice. Besides the stress, besides, you've made a mess of the whole corridor. Broke into the apartment and demand some more money? Yes, I'll file a complaint against you, let them deprive you of your bonus!
NINA: let's PRETEND for a second that I CALLED you to deliver pizza. You deliver, you press the bell, I open the door and put a gun to your head. I don't know what would have happened to the pizza, but your pants would have changed color for sure.
GLORY: I deliver pizza? Are you out of your mind? It's beneath my dignity, I would never do it.
NINA: What kind of dignity can you have?
SLAVA (making excuses): Very decent dignity, by the way!
NINA: that's not what I'm talking about. What kind of people these men are, all thinking about one thing. I'm talking about respect, about attitude. Well, you messed up, well, you messed up, so fix the situation. So no, we can't even apologize on our own.
GLORY: I actually apologized. And don't Poke me.
NINA: Yes, sorry… IT would BE better if he didn't say anything
at all…: I didn't say anything.
NINA: real men are gone. It was the same people. A woman was once an exalted being, an object of admiration for the male sex, and now… if you do your best for you, you're still wiping your feet on us. Fie… Oppositely.
Nina spits on the floor, turns around, and leaves, slamming the door. Slava picks up a few pieces of pineapple from the floor, blows on them and eats them. Disgustedly takes the glass and takes it somewhere in the sink.
ACT TWO
APARTMENT OF GLORY
The landlord returns to the room with a clean glass. A glass in one hand, a dustpan and a broom in the other. He puts the glass on the table and starts cleaning up the scattered pineapple slices and pizza. She cleans everything in a masterly way. Returns to the room, again takes out a packet of tea leaves from his pocket, and sugar from another pocket. Pour boiling water.
GLORY: So-so ate… And by the way, I can make another order, since everything went so wrong.
He runs to the phone and dials a number.
SLAVA: Hello, girl, Hello again. I ordered a pizza, I never delivered you can once more apply? That's right kapchuka 17 – 43. Hawaiian. Yes, nothing happens, I wait.
Slava rubs her hands together in anticipation of a delicious meal, puts on her favorite sneakers with ears again, goes to the mirror, straightens her hair, and changes her face as she remembers something.
GLORY: Ira… my girl, I forgot.
He rushes to the phone, begins to dial a number, puts the receiver to his ear, and at this time the doorbell rings. The phone falls out of his hand and shatters with a crash on the floor.
Slava is furious, shouting and waving his arms.
SLAVA: aaaaaaaaa.....
looks with hatred at THE door
SLAVA: I'll kill you!
He rushes to the door, flings it open, and swings it with a cry.
GLORY: Die creature!
He immediately stops.
A crash is heard outside the door.
Slava walks back into the apartment with a stony face. Nina comes in behind him with the same stony face. It traditionally has pizza slices on it, one on the head, the rest on the clothes, evenly or not so much.
Nina sighs heavily, goes to the table, takes a glass and drinks.
Slava looks at her reproachfully. He sits down sadly in a chair.
Nina drinks, looks at him, her eyes expressing mixed feelings.
NINA: I think it's time we met. Because we seem to have only two paths. Either be enemies or try to become friends. I will risk implementing the second option.
Slava looks at her with amazement, but respect. He gets up, walks over, removes a slice of pizza from her head, takes a bite, chews, looks straight at her, holds out his hand, greeting her like a man.
GLORY: Glory!
Nina shakes her hand in return.
NINA: Nina… I can't say that it's very pleasant, but… let's get acquainted.
Slava passes, closes the door. Turns to Nina. Maliciously offers.
GLORY: a Cup of Tea?
NINA: Thank you, I'm already…
Showing you the nearly finished glass.
GLORY: I can see it…
NINA: what? Is the toad suffocating? I, by the way, for you, Slava, paid for the last order out of my own pocket. And now it looks like you'll have to pay for this one, too. I walk around in dirty clothes, I stink of pizza because of you, I don't want to wash, I don't care. The hot water was turned off at home. Did you pinch me a Cup of tea? eh…
SLAVA: I didn't pinch anything. Simply… Simply… Somehow we got all this together… I'm not that greedy, just the circumstances… you know? Want some? I'll wash your clothes? It's not really your fault. I wouldn't say it's all my fault, but …
NINA: No, thank you. I'll wash it myself. Only if I can use the bathroom.
GLORY: Of course, please.
NINA: is There hot water?
!: We got it this morning.
NINA: Cool.
GLORY: You should wash your hair… after pizza, I mean. Give me a towel?
Nina looks with doubt on the Glory.
NINA: Come on, if you're not kidding.
Slava leaves the room and returns with several towels in her hands.
GLORY: Probably will be a bit short, but… that's all there is. At choice.
NINA: Okay, come on. Can I borrow your Slippers? I think they fit me better, but you should wear men's clothes.
Slava looks down at her sneakers in confusion. He takes them off and passes them to Nina.
GLORY: I don't have any others. I bought women's shoes, but women's shoes, and who sees them? I live alone. They're just so soft and tender. From men's there is nothing like this, all from under the axe. And you say that women are abused. They don't put men in anything. Here… even sneakers are made for us as for some flawed! And for you, please, all sorts of different. For every taste and color.
Nina takes off her sneakers and puts on her Slippers.
NINA: It's true, listen, soft ones. They feel so good, like they wrap you in a soft blanket. Such some childish feelings…
GLORY: What am I talking about? The bathroom is there.
Slava points in the direction of the bathroom, Nina chooses a towel, and leaves.
Slava takes a broom, a dustpan, again sweeps away everything that attacked Nina, takes it away, returns, collects the phone from the floor, tries to turn it on, nothing comes out. He waves his hands in resignation. He looks sadly at the audience, squats down, and addresses the audience as a friend with his monologue.
GLORY: Life is an amazing thing… Isn't it? That's how she manages to do that no one is to blame, and all the faces are broken. As she in two seconds from enemies makes friends or even closer than friends… Amusing… Builds such intricacies, the event series of which is simply impossible to calculate with any mind. I don't know why she's doing this… But I think she knows it very well…
Take Irina, the girl I've been courting for the past few months. We didn't go beyond saying good morning, good night, and a few phone calls a day or two of going to the movies together. After all, we met for something… they tried so hard to pretend that they were not indifferent to each other, however… I'm more and more aware now that we were just pretending. They did… Yes, they did pretend, but not because they wanted to torment each other, no, but only because we were both alone. And it is very difficult to admit that you are alone. It is much easier to find a person who would be felt… it felt like someone not so alien, who would sometimes make timid attempts to convince you of that… that someone needs you.
Live by pretending… Funny and scary. It is stupid and difficult, but this is how many people live. So I tried to live, but life itself seems to prevent this. It's like she's showing you: "OKS! What are you doing? Where are you going? Stop it! Open your eyes, see me!!!"
And I rush headlong along the path of my beliefs and meekly looking at all her futile attempts to convey something to me, I simply do not hear, do not see, and do not even really look.
Glory gets up. Turns on the kettle. Takes a glass and leaves. After a while, the tea service is brought in on a tray. Pours carefully with trepidation into each Cup. He looks around, searches, slaps his pockets, remembers, and takes out a packet of tea leaves extracted from the bowels of the office. From another pocket, he pulls out a few lumps of sugar. Puts it in tea for himself and his guest.
Nina at this moment comes out of the bathroom in a towel and sees Slava taking tea leaves and sugar out of his pockets.
It is transformed to the impossible. Now this is not some kind of masculine gray mouse, this is a chic girl with neat sexy legs, a wonderful figure and loose wet hair. It's like she just stepped off the cover of a glossy magazine.
She's wearing a short towel, funny Slippers, and nothing else.
NINA (with good banter): Do you always carry tea leaves and tea in your pockets?
Slava notices her. He is in shock, a nymph is standing in front of him. Just a gorgeous girl. He forgets everything. The sugar falls from his hands to the floor, he wakes up, starts to clean up, stutters with excitement and surprise.
SLAVA: I… I… K…K … I would like to explain it this way.
He looks at Nina again, picking up the sugar from the floor, still on his knees, but he is captured again and the sugar falls again. He comes to his senses again, collects everything.
Nina is confused, realizing what is happening.
GLORY: People don't usually carry tea leaves in their pockets, as you pointed out… So is sugar… That's you at the heart of it… Yes… But you see what a thing… I… mmm…
Slava thinks that would be a lie, so as not to show their commercialism, but I do not want to lie. It's all written on his face.
GLORY: I'm a strange person, I have my own oddities. Well, I carry tea leaves and sugar in my pocket. Very convenient. I wanted something sweet, just once.
Slava takes a sugar cube out of his pocket and defiantly puts it in his mouth.
SLAVA: Mmm.. Here. And order.
Nina sees that Slava is cunning, but does not torment him, pulls the towel tighter, changes the subject.
NINA: I see we're planning a sabantuychik here. Or did you roll your lip for nothing? Not for me?
SLAVA: No. I mean, Yes. In short, everything was rolled out correctly. This is for you… For us.
NINA: great.
Nina goes to the table, looks where to sit, there is only one chair at the table.
NINA: Can I, as a guest, take this wonderful throne (points to the chair)?
: Please, Nina, sit down.
Slava doesn't take his eyes off the girl. He follows her to the chair.
The girl sits down.
They look at each other in confusion and are silent. Glance.
Glory takes the initiative in their own hands.
GLORY: That's what God sent, so to speak. Sent, however, not much, but…
NINA: Everything's fine, don't bother. Will you drink standing up?
Slava looks around for a place to sit.
SLAVA: Yes… I can do it standing up, nothing.
Nina looks at him with a playful look.
Slava catches this look.
SLAVA (not understanding): What?
NINA (gently, playfully): Maybe… FAME
: Yes, what?
Nina slaps her knee playfully.
SLAVA: you… what do you mean…
NINA: Sit down…
Slava gets into a stupor. But after a few seconds, it responds.
SLAVA: are You kidding me?
NINA: No, I'm serious. But if you don't want to…
SLAVA (interrupts, quickly blurts out):
NINA (strange, not clear, whether joking, whether seriously): Me?
SLAVA: Yes! I mean, no… I mean, Yes!!! But…
Nina gets up, takes a step towards Fame, starts throwing off the towel, the light goes out.
MORNING IN SLAVA'S APARTMENT
The towel is on the floor, and Nina and Slava are in bed. They sleep in each other's arms.
Glory wakes up first.
He looks at the whole situation uncomprehendingly, raises himself up on the bed, and scratches his head.
GLORY: I famously ordered a pizza… (looks at the girl with a smile and sarcasm) Twice…
Slava gets up carefully from the bed, pulls up his pants, dresses quietly and carefully so as not to Wake up, so that the viewer does not see nudity, but imagines it. He takes the last lumps of sugar and the last packet of tea out of his pockets. He puts all this on the table, shakes off his hands, and looks at it so as not to Wake the guest.
SLAVA: I still need to put something on the table, at least have Breakfast, but I have a ball in the refrigerator. Well, nothing, now I'll quickly drive to the supermarket, I'll think of something in a hurry and appear before Nina like an Apollo, only with more food…
Slava, anticipating, thinks for a few seconds, gently and lovingly looks at the sleeping girl. Puts on a jacket, shoes, and leaves.
Nina wakes up from the slam of the door.
Nina looks around, peeking under the covers, her face expressing mixed feelings. Checks if the partner is under the blanket, although it is obvious that he is not there.
NINA: Run away. I knew it wouldn't end well. Oh, well, we'll count two pizzas – worked out, all for good reason.
Nina, covered with a blanket, goes to the bathroom, and after a while comes out already dressed in her own. The blanket is carefully and carefully placed on the bed. He picks up the towel from the floor and hangs it on the back of the chair. She straightens her hair and sits on the floor.
Soft, soft music plays.
Addresses the viewer.
NINA: Hmm… So strange. It happens that life shows you a person from one side, and you feel it completely different. And you're sure, no, you know… you know inwardly that he's really different. And it is only necessary to plunge into this confidence for a short time, as life again and again begins to bend its line and show how bitterly you once again made a mistake. And everything would seem to be logical, and everything is in place and everything is as it should be, although it would not be necessary, but… this sense of inner knowledge comes from somewhere… I often think that maybe this is just how we girls wishful thinking works. After all, we want to see in men all the best, good… After all, I want to… I want to believe that the man with whom you were brought together by fate, he is not a random passerby, he is someone who will take you by the hand and lead you along a beautiful, bright, emotional path. For a little while… even if only for a moment…
Nina sighs. He straightens his hair and gets up from the floor.
NINA: WHAT IS a MiG? Just like in that song… (sings) There is only a moment between the past and the future, which is called life…
With sympathy, regret and good memories, the girl looks around the apartment.
Leaves.
ACT THREE
APARTMENT OF GLORY
The owner returns home in ecstasy and anticipation. His face lights up.
In the hands of two huge bags of food, he does not even notice that he is alone in the apartment, being completely sure that Nina is still asleep. He hums something to himself, takes the food to the kitchen, there is something rustling, you can hear him singing, but you can't see him. He returns with a tray of fruit slices on a plate. A Cup of coffee is floating. There are several croissants in the saucer.
Glory sits down on the edge of the bed, carefully rehearsed turns to Nina with a tray in her hand, but she's not there.
The face of Fame is changing instantly.
GLORY: I don't understand…
puts the tray on the table, looks around the apartment, looking for Nina. Runs to the bathroom, to the kitchen, rushes around the stage, looks under the bed. She's nowhere to be found. He sits down on the floor, confused. He puts his head in his hands.
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