A play for 3,4,5 or 6 people. Looking for a husband for a wife! Comedy

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Comedy. Duration 1 hour.

ACTORS

Vovchik – husband;

Galya – the wife;

Sergey is the first applicant for a relationship;

Daniel is the second contender for a relationship;

Valentin is the third contender for a relationship;

Stepan is the fourth contender for a relationship.

Four incoming men can be played by one actor. At the discretion of the director.

The music sounds hectic.

The lights turn on slowly, two angry bodies are running around the apartment. Vovchik and his wife Galya. They smash and break everything around, they are furious. They try to throw at each other with whatever comes to hand. Vovchik certainly gets something in his head. They are literally shaking from each other. They shout, growl, and spit at each other. It can be seen from everything that they have "mutual love"

For some time they rage without replicas, they carry everything that can be carried in the apartment and, not having fully satisfied their attempts to nail each other with improvised means, they fall exhausted in different parts of the room. Who is on the sofa, who is on the chair.

The music stops

Vovchik (trying to catch his breath). Well… here… a little relieved. Now, it seems, it is possible to talk like civilized people. How are you, Jackdaw? Shall we talk?

Galya (trying to catch her breath, looking at her husband). Come on, my dear husband…, start.

Vovchik (trying to catch his breath, relatively thoroughly, with a bit of sarcasm). I'll tell you what, my beloved wife. You can't live like this anymore. If I didn't love you before, at least, now I just hate you!

Galya (trying to catch her breath, looking at her husband). Oh, Vovchik, do you think it's different for me? Yes, you actually became disgusting to me on the very first day after the wedding. I still can't understand how I got married to such a fool!

Vovchik (relatively calmly, philosophically). What's this… I wanted to strangle you on the wedding day!

Galya throws something at her husband that is at hand. Hits or misses – depends on the accuracy of the actress.

Galya (restraining herself with difficulty). Thank you for your honesty!

Vovchik (dodging a swift flight in his direction of something). You're welcome.

They exchange dissatisfied biased glances.

Galya (restraining herself with difficulty). So what do you suggest?

Vovchik (relatively calmly, philosophically). I believe that we are not what we need, but it is simply vital to get a divorce!

Galya (restraining herself with difficulty). Get a divorce? Wow, you're doing great. As he was an egoist, so he remained an egoist. You're fine, divorced and live – rejoice. This apartment is a gift for you. Only you work in our family. And where am I going to go? To the train station?

Vovchik (relatively calmly, philosophically). And who's to blame for you that you've been sitting on my neck for three years already? How long did I send you to work? And he offered good places, and it was possible to earn quite well. You've been turning your nose around! Well, that's it!

Galya (nervously). And who created comfort in the house? Who protected and kept the family nest?

Vovchik looks around, sincerely looking for someone.

Vovchik (sincerely interested, even a little whisper). Who!

Galya (with a nervous cry as loud as possible, poking her finger in the chest). I am! Who else is it!

Vovchik (surprised, nervous). You? How interesting, thank you for warning me, because I didn't even know. So how's it going? Let's see how you coped with this task.

Vovchik circles the trashed apartment with his hand. (Here, if possible, it would be nice to throw off a falling curtain or tulle or chandelier from somewhere on top. Well, at least something to emphasize the deplorable situation).

Galya (nervously). I tried, but with you every day is like on a volcano! What kind of comfort, peace and everything that should be present in normal families can be with you at all? I have spent the best years of my life on you, I have worn out my youth, you can say…

Vovchik (interrupts). Oh… yes. Three best years of life. How fleeting youth is nowadays!

Something from his wife's hands is flying at Vovchik again.

Galya (jumps off the seat, nervously sneaks up, threatens). Yes, I'm not an old woman yet, but I'm not eighteen anymore! Who needs me in second-hand condition now? Yes, no self-respecting man will look at me now. You've turned my whole life upside down! I picked a flower, and now it means divorce! No, honey! I'm going to torment you now until the end of your days! I'll pay you back for everything! For all your antics, for all your attitude, for all your words!!!

Vovchik looks attentively at his wife, rubs his chin, thinks.

Vovchik (does not immediately answer, calmly). So-so prospects.

Galya (nervously). Well… whatever there are.

They exchange glances. Wet.

Vovchik (exhaling, cheerfully, positively). So what? For cleaning?

Galya (exhaling, calmly). Yeah, come on.

They begin to clean up, put everything in its place, restore, lift, repair. To make everything look divine. In the process of cleaning, they have a relaxed, calm conversation.