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Comedy for two actors. Duration 50 minutes.
One-act play.
ACTOR
LIDA-a girl, 35 years old in the story;
GRISHA is a man about 40 years old.
Scenography:
A tree with a stronger and higher branch. Bushes, and all that is necessary for the wilderness.
FOREST
Wind noise is heard. Twilight.
A drunken Lida appears on the stage. He staggers a little, but stands on his feet. She has a beatific smile on her face.
My clothes are dirty and wet. In one hand, she barely holds a bottle of vodka, with some pitiful remnants at the bottom, in the other hand, a rope that drags her across the floor across the stage from behind the scenes.
The wind noise subsides, the focus of light falls on Lida.
Lida turns to face the viewer, and the second half of her face, which had never been visible before, has a huge black eye.
LIDA (to the audience, familiarly): Hi … (winks, smiles, waves a hand that barely holds the bottle) Well? How's life? Normal? (nod) But I'm not very good at it. I guess it's not hard to tell from the look of me, is it?
Lida walks a few steps, takes a SIP from her throat, and throws the bottle somewhere in the bushes.
LIDA (to the audience, familiarly, intricately): And today is my birthday!
(Here you can answer someone "thank you", if in the first rows there is a lively audience (or a DECOY), who went into a rage and congratulated the heroine in a low voice)
LIDA (to the audience, in a familiar, intricate, slurring way): yeah. Cassette word. (Looks at his watch) No, not honest. Now it turns out that my birthday was yesterday. Thirty-five cuts. (If the actress can, it would be nice to screw in a delicate belch here) Yes, Yes… Thirty-five! How much did you think? Twenty-nine? (he smiles and looks at the other side of the room) Twenty-six? (looks to the third part of the room) Forty? (unpleasant frowns in the face). I'm thirty-five. I don't have a baby or a kitten… My family doesn't understand me, I have friends… Not anymore. (Sits down on the floor, or rather plops down) Were, but… they all jumped up… bitches. In General, they are all not up to me now. And here I am alone… All alone… Remember how it is there… who's there? I do not remember… (quotes) "Good girl Lida! In desperation, he wrote." In despair… All right. All about me. By the way, let's get acquainted-Lida! (he puts out his hand, greeting the audience).
He rises, trying to keep his balance.
LIDA (to the viewer): Okay… We met…, talked… It is time and honor to know.
He pulls up the rope, looks around, finds a tree, selects a stronger branch. Aiming, trying to throw a rope on a branch so that it is tied or snagged. But she can't do anything. However, the girl is persistent in her attempts. Breathless and imaterialise solely by facial expressions, it again continues its course.
Grisha enters the stage. He's in a tuxedo. Dressed very well, expensive. Clean, shaven,but drooping. In one hand he has a" half-Cup " of lemonade, in the other a rope that drags along the stage behind him. Lida doesn't see him. He, in turn, does not see Lida.
The focus of the light shifts to Grisha. He carefully unscrews the lid, takes a single Cup out of his pocket, pours the drink into it, drinks, puts the Cup in his pocket, screws the lid on, puts the bottle on the floor.
GRISHA (to himself): That's it, Grisha is gone… Remember your name.
He pulls the rope to him in a doomed manner, immediately throws it over his hand in rings and purposefully turns to the tree, taking a few steps, where Lida is still trying to do something.
Gregory dies in a frenzy, the sight of this picture. He is outraged.
GRISHA (loudly, indignantly): Eh, citizen?
Lida turns around waddling in a kind of inadequate.
LIDA: aw, snap… Healthy! Look what a handsome man has come into this thicket. Hey, buddy, you're not a rapist, are you?
GRISHA (indignantly): What? Me? Are you out of your mind? No, of course not!
LIDA (upset): Damn it! And then it broke off.
Lida turns back to the tree and continues trying to throw the rope over the branch.
GRISHA: Citizen, I apologize…
LIDA (without turning around, upset, interrupts): Yes, go, I have already forgiven. You're not the first person to fail me.
GRISHA: Yes, I'm not about that! I… You… This is my tree! I took it forward!
Lida turns to the man with interest.
LIDA: AND?
GRISHA: I see you have an event planned here. Could you hold it somewhere else? This tree I looked for myself yesterday!
LIDA: What do you mean?"
GRISHA: Well, I also have an event planned. I have approached this question in detail. I chose a place far away from people, a taller tree, a stronger twig. In General, I decided on this tree yesterday. This is my tree. Find something else, please, and let me hang on to this!
LIDA: Why would that be? Right now! (swaying on his feet) I'm going to look for something somewhere. You can't see it, and I'm falling over. What kind of man went there? No respect for a woman. To the girl, rather.
GRISHA: Girl, you will excuse me, but any knot here
