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A play in two acts (can be presented as a one-act).
Comedy for two actors (18+)
An explanatory note for the director is attached at the end of the play.
ACTORS
Semchik.
Olchik.
Act one.
Scene 1. Heart to heart 1.
Room. Warm, cozy atmosphere. There are two small armchairs and a table.
A lyrical musical theme sounds.
Semchik enters, carrying a teapot and a couple of mugs in his hand. This is his apartment, he is the owner. In a masterly way, he corrects the chairs, moves them a little differently, makes the arrangement of the devices on the table, leaves. Semchik's actions are measured, not fussy. He's in no hurry.
He returns again, brings sweets, puts them on the table, looks at the clock.
He sits down on a chair, takes out a smartphone, flips through the news feed in it.
The musical accompaniment ends.
Olchik enters. Positive, but exciting. The complete opposite of Semchik. A woman's handbag is on her shoulder, a bag of groceries is in her hand.
Olchik (chattering). Sema, hi. Mua-Mua (sends Semchik two swift air kisses). Why is your door unlocked? Are you not afraid of thieves?
Semchik (without getting up from the chair, slowly, slowly). Olchik, salute. There is no one scarier than you in my bachelor hut.
Olchik (deliberately offended). Well, thank you.
Semchik (trying to rehabilitate himself). I don't mean that, I mean… Well, you get it.
Olchik (positively, fussily). Yes, I understand-I understand. (Sceptically examines the table with treats). Soooo! Semchik, you don't change. Tell me honestly, aren't you tired of putting the same thing on the table yourself? How do you eat it? Okay, one. Okay, two. But now there's plenty of everything. No, you consistently treat the same. However, I knew it, so…
Olchik takes out of the bag those treats that she bought for the occasion herself. He arranges them on the table, rearranging everything that Semchik has arranged.
Semchik continues to scroll through the news feed in his smartphone, prints something, does not participate much in what is happening.
Olchik, having finished with the serving, and having assessed the "busy" Semchik, approaches him and takes his smartphone from him.
Semchik (indignantly, offended). And…
Olchik (putting his smartphone aside). You will have time to sit on the phone at any other time. Now you'd better talk to me.
Olchik removes Sema's phone to the side, puts his own there next to it, defiantly showing this gesture as equality of positions.
Semchik (looking away, crossing his arms on his chest). Actually, there was a very important correspondence.
Olchik (sarcastically). You can save the world another time. And now let's roll! What have you got there? Tea or coffee?
Semchik ("through the lip"). Coffee is expensive nowadays. Just for yourself, you can have tea in a bag.
Olchik (positively). Tea is so tea!
Sema gets up from the chair, goes to the table to fill the mugs, receives a playful and friendly slap on the fifth point from Olchik, turns around skeptically, frowns, continues his plan, noting only the cunning grin of Olya, who is more comfortable in her chair.
Sema hands Olchik a mug of tea, brings himself a jar of coffee, ostentatiously brews, savors the aroma and treats himself to what Olya brought.
Olchik (positively, looking at all this outrage). Come on, come on. As I knew, I sprinkled rat poison on everything ahead of time.
Semchik choking, begins to cough.
Olya puts down her tea, hurries to Semya, slaps him on the back. He clears his throat.
Olchik (accusingly, slapping Semchik on the back). Oh, how impressionable we are…
Semchik (with shortness of breath). Here! I told you, there's no one scarier than you here.
Olchik (busily). Come, sit down! I'm looking after you. And then you can't even really take anything in your mouth yourself!
Semchik (with some resentment). And you just can!
They exchange ambiguous glances.
Semyon sits down in his chair.
Olya takes care of him, serves coffee, having managed, however, to take a sip from a cup of Sema and grimace, serves some treats, sits down next to him in the next chair herself, taking what she wants from the table for herself.
They help themselves, drink.
Semchik (distantly). I read in the news yesterday that in Novosibirsk a cat fell from the 23rd floor onto the roof of a Nissan.
Olchik (anxiously). Which Nissan?
Semchik (with interest). Strange reaction… What about the cat aren't you interested in?
Olchik (anxiously). What will happen to her, the cat has nine lives, and I have one Nissan, in which my sister has just left for Novosibirsk. (Asks more demanding). Which Nissan, I ask?
Semchik (disinterestedly). How do I know? There were no details about the car. For some reason.
Olchik takes off, runs to the phone, starts dialing his sister's number. Semchik breaks down after him, takes the phone, puts it in place, drives Olya away.