Nikolay Lakutin - Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4

Yana looks at her husband quite calmly, making eyes at him.

PHILIPP: (shouts) You.... this… You know what? You don't give me that here… Because this isn't it!

JAN: (sarcastic tone) Here you are! PHILIP

: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around! Yana! Yana stop! I demand satisfaction!

Yana nervously throws aside the ball, gets up from the chair.

YANA: (seriously, shouting) Who insulted you, caught you, or humiliated you? The soup is on the stove, not yet cold, as I knew, I started cooking late. In the freezer ice cream is your favorite, yesterday I took it, I thought you would come – you will be happy. True, I waited not today, but as promised, but what does this change? Everything is ready. The house is tidy, the wife is in place. Why are you bothering me? Set up an interrogation here. Shoes, dress? Well, I bought it today. I tried it on, but I haven't taken it off yet. Make-up, hairstyle for this case navayala, I wanted a little pokayfovat. Have fun, damn it! All the mood is ruined!

Yana sits back in the chair, arms folded and pouting.

PHILIPP: (calmly) Vooot. Now I believe you. Shouting, nervous, sulking… it's all right, I'm home.

Philip goes into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together contentedly.

PHILIPP: (speaking softly to the audience, as if to himself) The best defense is a good offense.

Philip winks at the audience and disappears behind the wall.

YANA: (with resentment) What a man…

shakes his head, takes off his fancy shoes, picks up the discarded ball, puts it on the chair, takes away the headphones and shoes.

They return to the room together.

Philip is already at home, nods contentedly, wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes the newspaper and sits down on a chair. Yana stands up, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband from under her brows.

YANA: (with resentment) HOW's the soup?

: (calmly, without looking up from the newspaper) Normally.

YANA: (sadly) Normally…

Yana shakes her head in resignation and is about to go to the kitchen, but her husband stops her.

PHILIPP: Wait a minute. Come here to me.

Yana

approaches her husband, Philip grabs her, puts her on his lap, Yana involuntarily smiles through her sadness.

YANA: Well, stop it… the

Wife is not particularly, but still, as if trying to escape.

PHILIPP: (serious)

YANA: (looking away, calmly) Love.

Philip puts his hands on his wife's head. Kiss.

ZTM FOREST

Lightning flashes, thunder is heard, the sound of rain. The light flashes. Semi-darkness is set. From the edge of the trees in a raincoat, Philip makes his way to the stage, cringing, with a basket in his hand.

He puts down his basket, looks indignantly at the sky, and winces. He takes an armful of mushrooms out of the basket and looks at them with regret.

PHILIPP: (loudly, plaintively) And the devil took me this weekend to get out into nature. I didn't really want these mushrooms that much. I would be sitting in a comfortable chair, warm, watching TV, inhaling the aroma of burnt cutlets on the stove. This is romance, this is recreation, a worthy pastime. What's this? (Loudly, as irritated as possible) Ugh!!!

There is a flash, deafening thunder, and the lights go out.

PHILIPP: (in a trembling, fearful voice) Oops… Oppulence… What was that just now? Where is the light? The Eclipse seems to be for the next couple of hundred years was not promised… Ggggggreat something like that somewhere… (shouts in the dark) People!

Turns on the light, dimness. On the stage with two large dogs (for safety reasons on leashes, if the dogs are real) is a tall man in a raincoat and hood facing Philip. Philip is startled. It is advisable to shout so that even the viewer shudders, given the unexpected situation. If the dogs are trained to bark at the cry of Philip – this will be aerobatics, if not, you can use an audio recording of the bark.

PHILIPP: (with a panicked, strangled cry) Aaaaaah!

Philip's legs give way from fear, and he falls into an awkward Crouch, trying to say something inarticulate in a trembling voice.

VACHAGAN: So you say… damn you… well,well. Take it higher, Philip Georgievich… Let's get acquainted – Vachagan!

There is a flash and thunder. The gloom is restored, and the sound of rain fades, but it doesn't stop.

VACHAGAN: (important, heartfelt, deep) these Mushrooms are for you in so far as, my friend. But our meeting was supposed to take place… I should have! PHILIP

: (in a strangled, panicked voice) I didn't make an appointment with anyone here, you've got me confused with someone else. I'm not…

VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) I know all about you. Even what you don't know! Haven't you ever wondered about the sincerity of your friends?.. close… colleagues? At the time of choosing the necessary parameters for life, you preferred the standard set. Therefore, you are always guided by what you see, like most people… But today I'll give you the gift you've been dreaming about for so long. From now on, you will not only see, but also hear your opponent.

PHILIP: what? What does it mean? Who are you? How do you know…

VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) Now you will hear the true thoughts of a person. This gift will be given to you for as long as you wish. Yes, be careful, try not to go crazy after you see the "true faces" of people…

PHILIP: Vachagan? What a strange name… Who are you?

VACHAGAN: (with a grin) Hah… also my desire… Well, hold on… Good luck!

Flash, thunder, lights go out.

There is a startled cry from Philip.

Plays loud rhythmic mysterious music (recommended introduction to "the sorcerer's Doll")

CURTAIN

The music stops.

ZTM

END OF THE FIRST ACTION

ACT TWO

PHILIP'S HOUSE

Philip is asleep in his bed, and his wife is not there.

The alarm goes off, Philip groans, wakes up, turns off the alarm, sits on the bed, holds his head in his hands.

Yana enters the room in her home clothes, Slippers, no manicure on her hands, no trace of her hair left.

Yana carries a plate of porridge for her husband, a piece of bread, a spoon.

YANA: are You awake? Here you go, eat the rice you like sweetened.

Yana gives the plate to her husband, he looks at his wife in a dazed way, accepts the plate, thinks something to himself, and begins to eat.

YANA: Well, tell me. What happened to you yesterday?

Philip looks up from his meal and looks at his wife strangely.

PHILIPP: What happened to me yesterday?

YANA: I don'T know… You came in late, all wet and drunk… It looks like you ate some raw mushrooms that you picked, and who knows what you picked there, because in the basket that you brought, there were only a few bitten White legs, one red leg, a couple of spat Buttercups that didn't seem to be to your taste, and a hat of Aspen.

YANA's voice in THE recording: But you didn't get poisoned, you bastard, you just gave me hope for nothing…

Philip shudders. He looks around with wide eyes, then looks at his wife. He scratches his ear and shakes his head.

PHILIPP:

YANA's VOICE in the recording: Aha, it looks like a couple of toadstools did shoot. It's kind of slow… there's something wrong with the rumors. Maybe there's still a chance…

Philip shudders again. He looks directly at his wife. The porridge from the plate in his hand begins to fall to the floor, Philip doesn't notice, his mouth opens in surprise, and he begins to understand what is happening.

Yana looks at him as if nothing has happened, with the humble, decent look of a wife.

YANA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (Joyous) So… So… well,well,well,well… It looks like my prayers were answered after all. Well, come on, honey, well davaaaaay....

YANA: I say, I was worried about you, no matter how poisoned. I don't know where I went, what I did. He came home looking strange and thoughtful. I was even afraid to approach you. I looked around the corner as you struggled to undress and fell asleep. So I ask… What happened, my dear? How are you? The porridge is falling on the floor, be careful… Everything okay?

PHILIPP: (sighs) Phew… I don't understand it myself. Some kind of haze. So I got drunk last night? Probably because of this. I was in such a downpour yesterday. All the world was cursed. It would be better to sit with his beloved wife at home, watch a movie. Why didn't you stop me?

YANA's VOICE in the RECORDING: (Annoyance) Why the hell would you give me up here, sit with you and watch a movie? I think it's a false alarm. Held by a cucumber. Know neomails.

YANA: (trembling) I… didn't think of it. I respect your choice. A man must have his own space, well… I thought you would relax, gain strength, come home happy, rested…

Philip looks doubtfully at his wife, strokes his chin with the palm of his hand, puts the porridge aside.

YANA's voice in the recording: (indignantly) What are you looking at, goat?

YANA: Something wrong, my love?

PHILIP: (holding back feelings) Hmm… uh-huh… all clear… favorite means…

YANA: (Gently) Yes, my love…

YANA'S voice in the recording: (indignantly) Favorite – favorite… was once… my mother's, I guess… Who else would love you, a poor one… However… there was one fool… How did I fall for it? I don't know.

Philip shakes his head, trying not to show his angry, angry look.

IAN: (thoughtfully) Will you be late for work, dear?

YANA'S VOICE in the recording: (indignantly) Get out of here…

PHILIP: (holding back his feelings) NDA… I think it's really best for me to go to work now… (With insight) Oh… by the way… work… we'll clear it up there now… Well, guys… keep.

Philip is furious, and hastily puts on his work clothes, grabs his bag, and slams the door, leaving the house.

The wife looks at all this with interest and incomprehension.

YANA's voice in the recording: What's wrong with him? No, something is happening…

Yana sits down, puts the porridge that has fallen on the floor back into the plate on her knees, and stands up.

YANA'S voice in the recording: Okay, we'll figure it out. Gone and, thank God. So I belong to myself until tonight. (Intricately) And maybe not just for yourself…

Yana goes into the kitchen, dancing in a great mood.

ZTM. OFFICE

The picture is already traditional. A small office sofa for visitors, on which, snoring, huddles heavy driver Gennadievich. Desktops, laptops at which the Manager Yuri and logistician Anton sit impressively, they are again passionate about the computer game of tanks, playing with each other over the network. The noise of gunfire and the roar of engines comes from their computers. Accountant Natalia is engaged in this time manicure, sipping tea, does not ignore a large box of chocolates standing on her Desk, open and partially eaten, while talking on a mobile phone with a friend, holding the phone shoulder to ear.

The work office phone is broken, but there is no one to pick up the phone, everyone is again "very busy".

Anton defiantly presses a button on his laptop, leans back in his chair, stretches, yawns.

ANTON: (To Yuri) eh… let's take a break. Let's get some tea or something. (Natalia, loudly) Natasha do you have any more candy in there?

NATALIA: (distracting from the conversation, "through the teeth») Yes, but not about your honor.

The accountant continues to go about his business, conversation, candy, manicure.

Anton and Yuri get up, smiling sweetly. They take their mugs, throw in a tea bag, go to the cooler, take water, stirring with spoons, clink mugs, going to Natalia's table. They look at me almost hypnotically. Very intently, but with a touch of irony. Begin to mix the tea more diligently, the ringing of spoons in mugs increases.