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Comedy play for 6 people.
Duration 1 hour 20 minutes!
The play is in one act, but with a large number of scenes, which implies a relatively frequent change of scenery.
ACTOR
LENYA is a cheerful guy, about 35 years old;
NORA is Leni's wife, about 35 years old.
SUSANNA-Leni's mistress, about 25 years old.
SEMYON is a friend of Leni, about 35 years old.
ALINA is Semyon's wife, about 35 years old.
KRISTINA is Semyon's mistress, about 25 years old.
December, New year's eve.
SCENE 1 RECREATION AREA AT THE SKI CLUB
With snowboards in hand, in full uniform, groaning, groaning, limping and writhing, two friends, Semyon and Lenya, enter the scene.
Lenya carries a snowboard in his hand, looks confident, professional, and Semyon crawls dragging the snowboard along the stage, as if pulling a sled on the floor with both hands, which indicates his very modest experience in this sport.
LENYA (with a sneer): Well, my friend, considering that you've been "scratching" your wife for three years about your system trips to snowboard training, you could at least learn to stand on it, for the sake of decency.
SEMYON (with shortness of breath): Oh, Lenka, don't RUB salt on my wound. I don't have a living place under my uniform. I'm even afraid to look in there, there's probably one solid bruise.
Lenya cheerfully takes off her ski goggles, helmet, and gloves with an experienced hand.
LENYA (optimistic): Don't worry, Senya. Say that you landed badly from the ski jump. The track was not prepared, weather conditions failed, visibility played a role. Well, in the end – sport is sport. There is no it anywhere!
Semyon sits on the "fifth point", takes off his ski goggles, helmet, gloves. It moves slowly, grunting.
SEMYON (with shortness of breath): Yes… I don't worry about telling lies at home. I'm worried about how I feel about Kristina now with all this… Whether functionality is broken! There are serious concerns, because you saw what I did the last time.
Lenya nods with a grin, takes off his jacket, takes a carbonated drink from the bar, pours it into a disposable Cup, which he finds there.
LENYA (optimistic): Everything will be fine. Although … Yes, you smacked pretty good.
Lenya SIPS a drink from a Cup.
SEMYON (plaintively): And in General, it is not easy for our brother to live! It's getting harder and harder to change… And what is most offensive, no one will appreciate all our sophistication, effort and guesswork. And yet, this is a full-fledged creative process!
LENYA (pathos): This is not just some kind of creativity, this is an Opera, what tricks we have to go to to change once again!
SEMYON (sympathetically, with understanding): Oh, Yes… What are the risks? The husband someone's face will fill, the children of others will be tied…
LENYA (in the senses): And how much do you have to spend on gifts and Souvenirs? This is a nightmare!!! I spend all my bonuses and side jobs on these guys… I mean this one… in General, dam.
SEMYON (sympathetically, with understanding): Yeah… This is not a gift to your wife, which costs three kopecks, and was bought from a lantern, just to somehow disown the birthday and other nonsense. Here you have to buy real gifts! Dear ones! High quality!
LENYA (annoyed): And these messages on the phone at an inconvenient moment? These calls from hysterical fools, in the middle of the night!!! And after all, you can not give your phone number, and it is not always profitable to send it far away… In General – solid puzzles…
SEMYON (sympathetically, with understanding): And when you first start this third-party relationship, what a risk to get infected! The statistical indicators of syphilis are simply appalling! How to live in such conditions… How many times have I stepped on this rake… this year.
LENYA (philosophically): Yeah… Problems of course… just a gesture. I sometimes wonder why I need all this. I'll throw it to the devil! I have a wife and a child studying abroad. What else do you need? But… Fortunately, I don't think about it for long. After all, are we men or what? Here you want, you don't want – but you have to!
SEMYON (cheerfully, with support): Exactly!
LENYA (thoughtfully): Listen, what about your wife?
SIMON (getting distracted from the sad thoughts): With Alina? Everything all right. Why the question?
LENYA (thoughtfully): Well… it's just that you were concerned about the functionality of the mistress, and the wife is also in this part of the relationship, which no one has.
Semyon heaves a sigh, gets up from the floor, unbuttons his jacket, goes to Lena, sniffs the drink in his hand, goes to the bar, performs the same procedure, pours, drinks.
SEMYON (having drunk enough): Wife… What about your wife? Don't you know how it is in the family? Complete idyll. She doesn't want to, and I don't need to.
LENYA (thoughtfully): Yes, that's the question…
SEMYON (not understanding): What do you mean?
LENYA (thoughtfully): I have the same thing. Well, that's what I think… What doesn't she want? Why shouldn't I, of course, but why shouldn't she? That is the question!
Semyon ponders. He takes out his phone and calls his wife with a suspicious attitude.
SEMYON (into the phone, with a hit-and-run): Hello? Alina? You? Never know. Why is the voice so strange? Well, how strange? I don't know… strange. Very cheerful or something. What are you doing there? Where are you? At home? Do you wash dishes? So what's so fun about it? TV? Comedy? On what channel? Yes? Clearly. All right, bye.
Semyon puts down the phone and looks around.
SEMYON (friend): There's no TV here, do you know?
LENYA (judiciously): Give up these checks, Semyon. Don't look for clues, or you'll find them. And then it will not be good for anyone!
SEMYON (nervously): Well, then why are you egging me on? I hadn't even thought about it before.
LEON (considered): That's right!
SEMYON (nervously): Now think.
LEON (considered): What about me? I'm just thinking out loud. You have a wife and a mistress, and I have a wife and a mistress… and you can see it over there… on the lift…
Lenya points towards the audience, and Semyon looks where his friend is pointing.
LEON (sensible): get Out… the men of the thirty-rises. All normal-looking guys, and therefore also have wives and mistresses.
SEMYON (trying to understand): So what? What are you driving at?
LEON (considered): And to the fact that none of the men thinks why their wives are so condescending to their (pausing, with sarcasm) "hobby".
Semyon looks suspiciously at his friend, takes out his phone again, and calls his wife with a dubious look.
SEMYON (into the phone, with a hit-and-run): Hello? Alina? You? Never know. Why is the voice so strange? Well, how strange? I don't know… strange. Very sad or something. What are you doing there? Where are you? At home? Cleaning up? Well, what's so sad about it? The song is sad? What song? Where does it play? Yes? Clearly. All right, bye.
He puts down the phone and looks irritated at his friend.
SEMYON (hysterically, on edge, to a friend): Lenya! Enough a! It's okay, don't strain it! Not yourself, not me, not the men. Our wives, unlike us, are decent people.
Lenya throws up his hands, his phone rings. He picks up the phone.
LEON (in a tube, well, mischievous): Yes, my love? I can, yeah. For you, I'm always free and always can.
Lenya smiles, mleet, talking on the phone. Semyon, looking at this shakes his head, understanding with whom his friend is talking there.