Текст книги "Plays for 1, 2 people. Collection №3"

Andrey: can I talk to you?

Alyona (indifferently): Let's.

Andrey: he is married, that Andrey, Yes?

Alyona: Yes, he has a family.

Andrey: how did it happen that you were attracted to a Family man?

Alena: I didn't find out that he wasn't available until a couple of months after we started Dating. It was painful, I will not hide, but the attachment has already gained a certain strength, and he courted me during this period as no one has ever done. I thought that since it happened, let it be so for now.

Andrey: You expected him to leave his family for you.

Alyona: No. I thought about it, but I didn't want his marriage to end. Children should grow up in a family, in their own family.

Andrew: Noble.

Alyona (haughtily): Did you just fake me?

Andrey: No, I'm sorry, it's just that usually mistresses tend to take a man away from the family, and you…

Alyona (calmly): I wasn't his mistress, Andrew… I became his second wife.

Andrey: What is the difference?

Alyona: the difference is that the mistress wants to get, and the wife tries to give.

Andrey: Give?

Alyona (affectionately grinning): Not in that sense, silly.

Andrey: Ah, I understand, you mean to give in rhetorical terms…

Alena: I did not ask for anything, did not pull or demand, but I fulfilled all his whims, saw that he lacked warmth, love and affection, and gave him all this. She gave him support, understanding, and shared his failures. I liked him… maybe I even loved him… or maybe I do.

(Alena is silent. Andrey doesn't like to hear this, the girl understands it and changes the subject).

Alena: So why did you call me?

Andrey: This is stupid, Alyona, this is very stupid and naive, but I was hoping that something might work out between us. That's why I was stalling for time before I told you everything, that's why I've been thinking about you all these days, that's why I did the most naive and stupid thing in my life and called you now.

Alyona: The most stupid thing you did after.

Andrew (not understanding): I'm sorry?

Alena: When I hung up after the first ring. You need to achieve your goals, why did you give up so quickly?

Andrey: because my feelings and mind are fighting in me.

Alena: They fight in every person… some have a lifetime.

Andrey: I think you're right. By the way, how did you know it was me who called?

): You won't believe it, but I've been thinking about you, too. Did you call me back and tell me what I risked? You risked getting into a stupid situation and it bribed me. A man's act.

Andrey: so I didn't do it for nothing after all, are you not angry with me?

(Alyonin's mocking exhalation is heard in the phone receiver).

Andrey: of course, I couldn't help but understand that you love that person, I'm just a copy of him in a certain sense…

Alyona (interrupting): Tell us about yourself!

Andrew (after a thoughtful exhalation): My name is Andrey. When you called me the first time and got the wrong number, I was celebrating my fortieth birthday.

Alena: So I disrupted your celebration, I'm sorry…

Andrew: No, no, you created it.

Alena: You're cute…

Andrew (pitifully): I didn't have anyone. I stood at the window and talked about my life's achievements.

Alena: How are they?

Andrey: Yes, there is nothing to brag about.

Alyona: I See. Are you married?

Andrey: I Was. Twice, but I've been alone for three years. Already even forgot how to communicate with a woman, for sure, you felt it…

Alyona: and the children? Got it?

Andrew: No. I am very lonely in this world. In the last few days, all I have is… t… (slows down) what I don't have.

Alyona: And you are a philosopher…

Andrey: Or just a coward.

Alyona: or a romantic…

Andrey: Or a fool.

Alena: or a warrior…

Andrey: Or a weakling.

(The girl exhales into the phone with a chuckle.)

Alyona: Well, whatever it was… you're not stupid – definitely. There's nothing to talk about with a fool, but we've been talking to you for…

Andrey: Thanks.

Alyona: Thank you.

Andrey: Why should I?

Alyona: For calling.

Andrey: Thank you for calling me back. Can I call you again?

Alena: I'll think about it… (hangs up).

6

(Heroes come home from work, undress. The phone rings in Andrey's apartment).

Andrey: Hello?

Alyona: hi, this is Alyona.

Andrew: Hello.

Alyona: how was your day?

Andrew: It's Exhausting. Waiting for your decision.

Alena: Are you free tonight?

Andrey: what are you up to?

Alyona: I want you to invite me to a cafe. Let's sit down and talk live. At least I'll find out who I had sex with… on the phone.

Andrew (smiling): You know how to defuse tense moments.

Alyona: this Is my share.

Andrey: In eight normal?

Alena: On the corner of Talmenka.

Andrey: It's Coming. Wait… how do we get to know each other?

Alyona: and I will Have a "Light" in my hands.

Andrey: My God, this magazine, what else is it?

Alyona (laughing): I'm just kidding, for God's sake. I'm kidding. Let's meet at the entrance, I'll be there at eight sharp. Let's figure out who's who.

Andrey: See you then…

(They hang up. Alyona's facial expressions show uncertainty. Andrew is worried, but rubs his hands with joy).

Andrew (turning to the audience): I'll see her today, but what if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't even want to come into this cafe with me? Or maybe it won't even work if you see someone at the cafe who you don't want to spend time with…

Alyona (addressing the audience): I'm being a little impertinent. What will he think of me? I just had an affair with a married man. After everything that had happened between us, he must have taken me for a wanton, frivolous girl, and I'm not like that at all. Yes, damn it, his voice is very similar to that Andrew, and the name is the same (with trepidation). It was a pleasure to communicate with him these days. As if with a close person, even as if with a very close one… But I don't know him at all. What does he know about me? It's scary to think about it at all. Amusing… love and fear accompany us everywhere… and they always go hand in hand… Ah… (pauses). What have I achieved in this life? It turns out that I have nothing to brag about. What we will talk about… Do we want to talk? Will he want to communicate with me after seeing me, because he probably drew an image of a beautiful young sexy girl with lush Breasts, slender long legs, lips to the floor of the face and a booty from the picture… but I don't quite match this image. He said he was forty… we were almost the same age, and I would be thirty-seven in a week. How strangely fate brought us together at the borders of birthdays… how the minutes drag on… like a clock. I feel like a plain seventeen-year-old… and how beautiful it is.

Andrey (shaves, looking in the mirror): I'm not so bad! (She puts the razor to the side). Yes, looks a bit offered, but the man is as old as he feels. I feel like I'm about twenty years old. And thank her for that. This Alyona, who fell on my not… no, now happy head.

Alyona (rushing around the apartment): What should I wear? How to present yourself? Modest? Vulgar? Restrained imperious or emphatically cautious? He seems like a nice guy… well, as a guy, a man. I don't mind telling you, I was happy with him. Yes, I took him for someone else all this time, but I was happy with him! So, most likely, it's worth trying something. To begin with, meet and chat, and then – as it goes. I'll dress as usual. If he accepts me, then let him accept me as I am!

Andrey (rubbing his shaved beard, picking out things in the closet visually): Jacket or jumper? Oh, it's a pity there is no "Troika", it would be very useful. However, "Troika", this is too much. I'm not going to a ball or a reception for the President. Again, a man's appearance is not so important compared to his inner mood. Charisma is important. And since I don't have either, I'll go in this jacket (takes the jacket), trousers, and come what may!

ACT TWO

1

At the entrance of the cafe is Andrew with flowers. I can tell by the way he's fidgeting with them that he's nervous. He keeps looking at his watch, pacing back and forth uncertainly.

Alyona (calling out to him as she enters the stage): Andrew?

(Andrey turns around and sees an elegant, slender girl. His admiration is written on his face).

Andrey: Alyona?

Alyona (embarrassed, lowers her eyes): Hi.

Andrew (holding out the flowers): This is for you.

Alyona (accepting the bouquet): I wasn't wrong when I said you were cute, thank you.

(They study each other for a couple of seconds, then at one point they say, pointing to the entrance)

Alyona, Andrey (chorus):

Confused, they enter the cafe. They sit down at a table.

Andrey, Alyona (alternating voice phrases, softly, as if reading their thoughts): So many things I wanted to say, so much to ask… so much to hear. But now, being at the same table, as if there is nothing to talk about. More precisely, there is a topic, of course, but I really don't want to break the idyll of silence. Because in this silence, as if, souls communicate.

(They look at each other, now lowering, now raising their eyes, now opening them to one side. Andrew finally breaks the silence).

Andrey: Your turn, Alyona!

Alyona: What do you mean?

Andrey: You asked me to tell you about yourself, and I told you yesterday on the phone. It's your turn.

Alyona (takes a SIP of juice, nods knowingly): In General terms, you already know how my life has developed up to now. God only knows what will happen next.

Andrey: are You planning a family?

Alyona: this question in my history is increasingly beginning to sink into the archive under the heading "not fate"…

Andrey: do You think it's over?

Alyona: I think that everything could have been different.

Andrey: could it? Or maybe there will be more?

(Alyona pauses, looks closely into the eyes of the interlocutor, takes a SIP of juice, turns to Andrey).

Alena: Did you like me?

(Andrey also takes a SIP of juice, also looks closely into Alyona's eyes and, after a pause, answers).

Andrey: Yes.

(The girl shakes her head significantly.)

Andrey: And what are we going to do about it?

Alyona: Let's be quiet. It was so good, I don't want to lose this feeling. At the same time, we will share this modest dinner.

This time Andrey nods significantly. They don't talk in the cafe anymore.

Andrew (coming down the steps of the establishment): I'll see you off?"

Alyona: Thank you, I live nearby.

(Andrey regards this as a rejection of all further communication, nods sadly, turns around, and begins to leave).

Alyona: everything was fine, don't think about it (Andrey turns around), I just need to be alone now. Thank you for the evening, thank you for calling then…, for appearing in my life…

(Alyona takes Andrey's fingers and says an elegant goodbye).

2

Andrey walks slowly, ostensibly down the street. Only the "concrete wall" on the stage is highlighted, and a lyrical sad composition plays. He stops by the wall, thinking.

Andrew (philosophically): My whole life is like this painted wall. There were bright moments in my life, there were risky lines, and a lot of dark tones (showing the audience those lines that are associated with moments of life), very symbolically distributed from the spray paint on the wall by the hand of an unknown artist (nods his head, appreciating his allegory). There were also many bright colors, but the background for all this abundance was always a large gray wall. And it is like nothing else, clearly reflects the basis of my… and not only, probably, my life…

(After standing there for a few minutes, Andrey takes a piece of brick lying nearby and draws something with it in the corner of the wall, blocking it, creating an intrigue. After that, he smiles and quickly walks away, voicing the last remark of the third picture).

.Andrew (raised): Anyway, it was one of the best days of my life. Thank you, most high, for these days, for these minutes. Well, now, I am waiting for a gentle sleep, a range of rich warm feelings… the veil of love.

Leaves the stage lights go out.

3

The light turns on, and a disheveled, tortured Alyona is sitting on the bed in her apartment with the floor lamp turned on, leaning on her hand in thought.

Alena (communicating with the audience): This Andrey, he is certainly not an eagle. There was a spark in the one I loved, a spark and a restrained audacity that I probably needed so much. Know that lip now feed each other some play, too, and may not even be one. I used to envy his wife, but now I feel sorry for her. Eagles soar high, parry beautifully, and know their worth. They are beautiful to look at, you want to stroke, sit on a fragile female hand and admire… admire… Yes, but the eagles have one fate, they again and again fly into the sky, conquering new peaks and new hearts. They are not intended for family life. Somehow I didn't understand it right away, I didn't want to understand it, I just admired its flight and that's all… And this one… Andrey, he's nice and sweet.

(Alyona turns around, looks at the windowsill with flowers placed in a vase).

Alyona: they have similar names, and their voices are somewhat similar, but they are so different. Completely different. I don't know if I can offer this man anything. If he was an ordinary dog, I could spend time with him, at least yesterday's evening would definitely end differently. But, he's a serious person, he is… real or something. He's a little scared, but he's a good man, and that's the main thing. Maybe he's right. Maybe you can still do something in this life? Maybe you should risk building a relationship with an adequate, decent, decent person?

(Pulls his head, sighs, waving his hand).

Alyona: How much is there? (Looks at his watch.) Five in the morning. Thank God it's my day off.

(Turns off the floor lamp, and falls on the bed, trying to sleep).

Alyona (gently tossing and turning): A strange feeling! Neither fear, nor confusion, nor anxiety, but something similar in strength, only having a completely different shade. Pleasant gentle touches, like clouds of smoke.

She wraps herself up in a Comforter and falls asleep with a light, gentle smile.

4

Alyona wakes up, stretches and goes to the phone. Andrey returns from work in high spirits to his apartment.

Andrey: things are in dispute (rubs his hands), promises a promotion, which I have been waiting for so long (accidentally rests his eyes on the curtained broken window). It's time to fix it…

(Changes clothes, gets a new glass from behind the Cabinet. The phone rang in his apartment.)

Alena: Hello…

Andrey: Alena! I'm glad to hear it.

Alyona: What are you doing?

Andrew: Yes, here (looks at the window), on the farm.

Alyona: can I help you with something?

(Andrey makes an amazing grimace, reflecting the allure of the offer).

Alena: I've been up all night thinking about you a lot… about us. In the morning I passed out and just now I woke up (pauses). I want to see you.

Andrey: I dictate the address, come and think of something!

5

Apartment Andrei is part of Alena. They are happy to see each other. But do not rush to throw words. All further actions take place in silence. Gestures show each other what to help, and where to hold. They're fine as it is. After restoring the window, they join hands, walk to the edge of the stage and bow. After that, the lights in the hall and on the stage go out. And already under the thunder of applause on the concrete wall, the lighting turns on, illuminating the corner of the wall on which Andrey drew with a brick. The viewer sees the sloppy painted orange with an abrasive brick, a full-blown flower…

CURTAIN

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