Nikolay Lakutin - A play for 4 people. Comedy. Gadgets

Vitalik (sincerely). Garbage? Did you ask?

Alla (restraining herself with difficulty). You know, I'm sick of it. Why do I have to say the same thing ten times? You can't hear anything at all while you're holding this thing. Give me the phone!

Vitalik (indignantly). I just said that I repeated it three times, you're already saying ten! As you want, you turn it over, and I'm the last one. I'll take out the garbage now, I won't give you the phone!

Alla (shouts nervously). I took out the garbage on the run!

Music.

Vitalik casually (lightly) throws the phone next to him, he is all dissatisfied and heavily sighing goes to throw out the garbage.

Alla, taking advantage of the moment, grabs her son's smartphone and hides it not where his father hid it, but in another place. He's leaving.

Vitalik returns with an empty bucket in his hand.

Vitalik (displeased). I took it out! Everything? Are you happy?

He goes to the place where he left the phone, but the phone is not there, he is indignant.

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). Where's my phone, uh?

Alla's voice (shouting from the other room). I cleaned it up! Take a break from the phone for now. Indeed, you are greyhound by leaps and bounds!

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). What's up? I took out the trash, I did everything! I got my phone back!

Alla's voice (shouting from the other room). If you start behaving normally, I will return it!

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). I'm already behaving normally!

Alla's voice (shouting from the other room). This is not normal!

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). It's fine!

Alla's voice (shouting from the other room). No!

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). Yes!

Alla's voice (shouting from another room). No!

Music.

Vitalik starts looking for his smartphone. At first he looks in where his father hid, but there is no phone there. Searches in other places. Eventually finds it. He leaves contentedly with a smartphone in his hand.

After a while, Alla hurriedly runs out, with the same smartphone, hides it in another place, runs away.

A disgruntled Vitalik comes out. Looking for a smartphone again. Not immediately, but he finds it. He leaves, sighing skeptically.

After a while, Alla hurriedly runs out, with the same smartphone, hides it in the third place, runs away.

Again, after a while, Vitalik comes out already in a traditionally sad mood, looking for him again. Opens all the old "nooks", does not find, gets angry, rushes. With difficulty, but still finds his smartphone.

Enter Alla.

The music ends.

Alla (disappointed). Found it again!

Vitalik (hiding the smartphone behind his back). Found. You give it to me… stop playing hide-and-seek with me already.

Alla (disappointed, tired). What else can I do with you?

Vitalik (hiding the smartphone behind his back). You don't have to do anything with me. You need to get behind me, that's all.

Vitalik pulls out the phone from behind his back, continues to play in it.

Alla (displeased, insistent). No, my dear, it won't work that way. If you don't want to play hide–and-seek, let's negotiate!

Vitalik (looking at the phone with displeasure). About what?

Alla (insistently). You're already big…

Vitalik (a little boorish, looking at the phone). And?

Alla (insistently). Control yourself somehow.

Vitalik (rudely, looking at the phone). For example?

Alla (insistently). Set aside an hour of time for all your messengers, videos and toys. And the rest of the time, do something useful. There is always something to do around the house. And besides homework, there are things to do, only you don't notice them or simply ignore them. What you don't ask for, there is no answer for everything. Whatever you say, it's all past the ears.

Vitalik (looking up from the phone, indignantly). What hour per day? What are you talking about? What will I do in this hour?

Alla (insistently). How much do you need?

Vitalik (with knowledge of the case). About ten or thirteen hours.

Alla (insistently). No, it's too much. I give you two hours for everything about everything!

Vitalik (indignantly). I can't do anything in two hours!

Alla (insistently). So, learn to keep up! If you don't learn, I'll tell my father, let him decide what to do with you!

Vitalik (offended). Got…

a short musical motif.

Vitalik goes one way, Alla goes the other way. Both are on edge.

The music stops and ends.

ZTM.

Sergey is returning from work. Puts the bag down.

Sergey (not very loudly). Honey, I'm home!

Sergei goes to change clothes.

Sleepy Alla comes out, stretches.

Sergei returns to the room, he calls on the move, he is already dressed in homemade clothes.

Hugging his wife.

Alla (apologetically). Seryozha, I got a little sleepy, I didn't hear the alarm clock. I didn't have time to cook breakfast for you. Be patient for ten minutes, okay, I'll quickly figure something out in a hurry.

Alla rushes into the kitchen, but Sergey catches her by the hand, stops her.

Sergey (with warmth). Don't fuss, I don't want to eat. Most of what I took with me to the night room, I ate in the morning. I'd better get some rest.

He takes a couple of steps towards the bedroom, but turns around.

Sergey (with interest). How is it at home? Is everything okay? Do you live amicably with your son?

Alla (wearily). Yes, whatever… After all, he declassified all the caches, a kind of parasite. I then hid it myself, one result – everything finds.

Sergey (seriously, dissatisfied). Well, that is, continues to degrade with this devilish lure in his hands?

Alla (shrugs uncertainly). It seems to have come to a consensus, agreed.

Sergey (skeptically). About what?

Alla (without much confidence). He said he would control himself. He will devote time to household chores and use the phone only to a limited extent.

Sergey (skeptically). Did he just say that?

Alla (without much confidence). Well… We sort of agreed with him.

Sergey shakes his head skeptically, squints his eye.

Sergey (skeptically). I see…

Alla looks away, she herself understands that all these agreements with her son are unlikely to have any effect.

Sergei approaches the sofa where his son is sleeping. He is covered with a blanket over his head.

Sergey pulls off the blanket, and sees that Vitalik is lying with a smartphone in his hands, playing.

Vitalik looks fearfully at his parents, especially at his father.

Sergey (skeptically). Self-control, as I see, is in full swing!

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