Максим Титовец - Пьесы для театра

Greta.What happened, son?

Yumi.I’ve eaten everything.

Greta.Well done.

Yumi.I forgot to share it with you!

Greta.Nevermind, darling. You need to eat well in order to be strong.

Yumi.But what about you, mom?

Greta.I can put up with it, Yumi. The only thing that matters is that you can live through this winter.

Yumi.When I get older, I will be the strongest and the bravest. Just like my father.

Greta.My little dreamer.

Yumi.And you will be happy, mommy.

Greta.I am happy now, darling.

Yumi.Are you happy, mom? Here, on the wasteland?

Greta.Yes, Yumi. I am happy because you are here with me. And nothing can stop me from loving you.

Yumi.We will have our own home for sure. A real home!

Greta.Today is Christmas Eve. May all your dreams come true, son.

Yumi.What is Christmas Eve?

Greta.It is time when you can make wishes.

Yumi.Will my wishes be fulfilled?

Greta.If you really want it. With your whole heart. You will do just fine. Believe in your success and keep moving towards your desirable goal.

Yumi.First, wish for something with my whole heart. Second, believe in my success and keep moving towards my goal. That’s it!

Greta.I need some rest now. I’m going to head for the town again in the evening to find at least some food.

Yumi.I’m so hungry, my tummy is rumbling.

Greta.Be patient, Yumi. And never go far from our home!

Yumi.Alright, mommy. I will guard your sleep.

Greta gets into the dugout. Yumi stays outside.

Scene 3.

Noon. Fair weather.

Karabasov and Khorkov come into the apartment block yard. They approach the fence near the wasteland. Yumi hides from them.

Khorkov.All set, mister Karabasov.

Karabasov.Keep a close watch on the girl.

Khorkov.It’s not the first time we pull off a job.

Karabasov.You answer for this with your life, Khorkov.

Khorkov.My lads work without a hitch.

Karabasov.The key point here is not to let Malyshev smell a rat ahead of time.

Khorkov.We’ll put a good screw on him, so he’ll be putty in hands.

Karabasov.Are you sure that when we kidnap the mayor’s daughter, he will sign all the necessary papers and give away this land to us for building up? (He points to the wasteland.)

Khorkov.As if he had a choice. Malyshev thinks the world of his daughter.

Karabasov.I heard his wife died last winter.

Khorkov.Right. The girl lost her mother. And now she is our only chance to make the mayor of the city work for the welfare of your construction company.

Karabasov.Khorkov. I need this land!

Khorkov.I’ll do everything, boss.

A group of people enter the yard: Malyshev, Nyuta, a local newspaper reporter, city representatives.

Malyshev.Okay, let me see, Karabasov. What do you have here?

Karabasov.Good afternoon, mister Mayor. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming. Our construction company has been engaged in building up and development of this district for three years now. There was a time when it was a slum area. This is the place which spawned all the organized crime activity. With our company coming to this area, everything changed. We straightened things out and made these streets safe for the citizens.

A round of applause from the city representatives.

Karabasov.Thank you, my friends. Mister Khorkov, our house manager, will give you a tour around the new apartment block. The upper floors of this building command a wonderful view of the river and the forest, and I hope that one day the latter will become our new construction site.

Malyshev.Let us not rush on, mister Karabasov. The city administration has not given its consent to the building up in this forest plot.

Karabasov.Yes, I understand this, mister Mayor.

Malyshev.Trees are the lungs of our city. I don’t intend to lay down environment and citizens’ health at stake for the sake of building of another shopping mall.

Karabasov.All in its proper time, ladies and gentlemen. Maybe we will manage to find a compromise solution one day.

Khorkov.Well then, ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to follow me.

Everyone follows Khorkov to the entrance of the apartment block.

Nyuta.Dad, may I take a walk here?

Malyshev.Alright. Just don’t leave the yard.

Nyuta.Come back soon.

All the adults enter the building. Nyuta is left alone. Yumi comes out of hiding.

Nyuta.Hey, doggo.

Yumi (to himself.) Stop! Danger. A human.

Nyuta.Don’t be afraid, little one. Come here.

Yumi (to himself.) Right, a likely story. Suppose you bite me?

Nyuta.Here you are, take it.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.A goodie.

Yumi. (to himself.) What is a goodie? It smells so nice.

Nyuta. So?

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Don’t be afraid.

Yumi (to himself.) Stop! The third rule: never trust people.

Nyuta.Mmm… so tasty.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Here, take it.

Yumi (to himself.) If you are treated to something tasty, it’s a trap! Mmm, this smell.

Nyuta.Take it!

Yumi (to himself.) I will just try a tiny bit.

Yumi comes to Nyuta and takes a biscuit out of her hands.

Nyuta.Well done.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Whose are you?

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Take one more.

Yumi gulps down everything Nyuta gave him.

Nyuta.You are so hungry. What is your name?

Yumi.Woof! (He fawns upon Nyuta.)

Nyuta.It tickles, you silly. I have nothing left.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta and Yumi are playing together. Malyshev, Karabasov, Khorkov and other adults go out of the apartment block.

Malyshev.Nyuta! Look out. This dog can bite you.

Nyuta.Dad! It is a puppy. He is so funny.

Yumi.Woof!

Malyshev.Move away from him.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Dad. Don’t frighten him. He’s nice.

Reporter.That’s some nuisance, mister Mayor. We informed the district administration about the pack of stray dogs, which had made this wasteland their home, many times.

Malyshev.We’ll take care of it, ladies and gentlemen.

Malyshev.Mister Karabasov, how can you explain it?

Karabasov.We will put everything right, mister Mayor! Khorkov, deal with it.

Khorkov.Hey, get out of here!

Khorkov keeps the puppy off. Yumi runs to the wasteland and observes the people through the fence.

Malyshev.Dear journalists! The matter of cleaning the city from stray animals is under my personal control.

Karabasov.Yes, yes! Animal control service will solve this problem in no time.

Nyuta.Why poor animals should be caught and caged in?

Malyshev.Stray animals are dangerous for people, darling.

Reporter.Isn’t it the mayor’s responsibility to protect citizens from this threat?

Malyshev.I agree with you. And I do everything I can to clean our city.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.And who turned them into the streets? Are these animals to blame for the fact some of the townspeople got bored with them, and so they ended up on the street?

Reporter.These savage dogs and cats spread all kinds of diseases!

Nyuta.If every family in our city adopts at least one stray dog or cat, the city won’t have stray animals anymore.

Yumi.Woof!

Reporter.That’s an interesting idea. Mister Mayor, give us a lead. Take this stray dog home.

Yumi.Woof!

Nyuta.Daddy! Let’s adopt this puppy?

Malyshev.Unfortunately, it’s impossible, ladies and gentlemen. I’m afraid I’m allergic to animal hair.

Reporter (to himself). «Tis hard to credit now, though fresh is its renown.

Nyuta.Dad, please!

Malyshev.We’ll discuss it at home. Karabasov, round off with it!

Karabasov.The tour has come to an end, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you, everyone.

Everyone leaves. Yumi is left alone.

Yumi.It turns out that not all people are as bad as my mom thinks. I liked this girl. But she has sad eyes.

Toy runs across the yard and approaches Yumi.

Toy. Hi.

Yumi.Woof! It’s you again.

Toy.Don’t raise a ruckus, tiddler. Here you are, take it. (He gives a big piece of sausage to Yumi.)

Yumi.Oh wow! A sausage link!

Toy.And you are another. It’s a meat nut.

Yumi.A meat nut?

Toy. Yes.

Yumi.Are there even such nuts?

Toy.You wet head! These nuts grow in the nearest supermarket.

Yumi.What is a supermarket?

Toy.Oh well, that’s a piece of work.

Yumi. Eh?

Toy.A supermarket is a place where you can find lots of delicious food.

Yumi.My, oh my! How happy my mom will be, when I tell her about this place.

Toy.You shouldn’t do that.

Yumi.Why not?

Toy.Ah… I forgot that you are a tiny tot, mother’s boy.

Yumi.I am not a tiny tot. I am a grown-up!

Toy.If you are a grown-up, keep on the hush. You need to learn how to procure food by yourself. Here, help yourself.

Yumi.And what if you stole this sausage link… hm-mm, meat nut?

Toy.Take my word for it. I didn’t steal it. I took it specially for you.

Yumi.For me?

Toy.Yes. For saving me from that malicious dog.

Yumi.Alright then. I’ll just try a tiny bit.

Yumi quickly eats all the piece away.

Yumi.It was delicious. Thank you.

Toy.Lord was right: hunger fetches the wolf out of the woods. I played even more dewy eyed fools along.