Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4
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VIKA: Really? Cool. Well, that's it, I'll go home then.
Vika joyous runs away from the stage.
JULIA (looking pityingly at Cyril): Yes… and there's really nowhere to sit down.
Julia bridges, attracting the attention of a man, shows with all her appearance how uncomfortable she is and how hopeless her situation is.
KIRILL: (looking at Yulia's maneuvers, he turns to her): It really hurts to look at Vichy wanderings, I would be happy to offer you something, but there is nothing to offer except the second knee.
Moms laugh, appreciating the joke. Julia laughs the loudest. The laughter stops.
JULIA (seriously): I agree.
Yulia approaches Kirill, who is taken aback, and sits down on his second knee next to Dima.
JULIA (playfully turns to Dima): Hi! We're neighbors now! What's up?
DIMA: It's okay, aunt Yul. How are you doing?"
JULIA (enthusiastically): I remember! He remembered me! How nice. Oh, I'm fine. My daughter has been discharged and you will soon recover. What happened to you?
DIMA: I have a sore Throat.
CYRIL: purulent sore throat!
Julia jumps off her knee as if scalded and runs away, hiding behind Nelly and Jeanne.
All moms show excitement and apprehension, looking at Dima.
JULIA: It's contagious!
KIRILL: I was joking. We had too much ice cream on the weekend. Vaughn's own voice has also sat down (clears his throat).
The mothers laugh vaguely, a broken, unnatural laugh.
ZHANNA (to Cyril): And what do you do with the child to the clinic, why not the wife?
The other moms show genuine interest in the man's response.
KIRILL: WHAT's the big deal? Aren't men allowed in here?
NELLY: no, Why not. You can, of course. It's just that men don't meet here very often. Usually mothers take children to the reception. And in General, in General, mothers are usually more engaged in children. No?
Cyril takes his son off his knee.
KIRILL (son): Go, Dima, draw while there with Marina and Rudik.
The boy leaves.
KIRILL (sadly): Usually… Usually, I think so. But I don't have a wife. Die in childbirth.
NELLY, JEANNE, JULIA (together they cover their mouths with their hands in fright): Ah!
The office door opens and Dina comes out, looking pleased.
DINA: Uh, well, everything seems to have been discussed, now I won't come for a long time.
Jeanne jumps up from her seat and turns to Dina with a panicked look of hope.
JEANNE: How about everything? About everything? And about cucumbers and tomatoes and the whole crop?
DINA (quite): Yes!
JEANNE: And what about seeds and winter crops?
DINA (quite): Yes!
JEANNE: AND about pensions?
DINA (quite waving her hand): Also!
JEANNE (from the last hope): What about grandchildren?
Dina thinks about it. Her face shows confusion and a sly smile.
DINA: Actually, I didn't want to tell you, my granddaughter is about to be born. Ah, well, I was, I wasn't.
Dina gives an elaborate wave and returns to the office.
ZHANNA (to Cyril): And what have you been doing all this time? One?
KIRILL: Yes, it's fine, I'm used to it. At first, it was certainly difficult, but this is good. It was distracting from the loss. Then everything settled down more or less. Dimka I have almost no pain, a strong guy. He's good.
JEANNE (sympathetically): My God, my God, my God…
NELLIE: Excuse me, but what do you work for?
KIRILL: I was a pilot until the tragedy happened. Then I had to leave. I devoted myself to my son.
Julia: but what about you…
KIRILL: WHAT did you live on?
YULIA: Yes!
KIRILL: pilots have a fairly high salary. I managed to work for ten years, saved a good amount. I planned to buy a Villa in Spain and move my family there, but I didn't have to. That's how they lived with their son. I then successfully managed to invest in dollars, the exchange rate increased and the amount doubled. Everything is not just so in our life, somehow everything is predetermined as if. Or it may not be a foregone conclusion, but it is provided for – that's for sure.
JULIA, JEANNE, NELLY (chorus): Yeah…
NELLIE: About a foregone conclusion or provided for… I've been thinking. (Turns to Julia) You say that your uncle bought toys for orphanages.
JULIA: I bought it. And toys for the new year and some things brought. Why do you remember that now?
NELLIE: You asked me what I did for my country. So I managed not to die in this mess, and survive!
JULIA: Great credit. You say that because you have nothing to compare it to. Didn't she talk to her parents, her grandparents, as they had to?
NELLIE: That's just it… There was no one to talk to… I grew up in an orphanage.
Sad, quiet music plays.
NELLY: They didn't teach us much about high morals. I was taught only one art from birth, the art of survival. Our brother's gratitude is eliminated from the body after the first few nights in the shelter.
JULIA: I'm Sorry. You don't look it. You look pretty decent. Educated, well-groomed…
NELLIE: She made herself so. It's been a long time coming and I'm still on my way…
Mommies look down.
NELLY (Julia): So what kind of orphanage did your uncle bring toys to?
JULIA (almost crying): I honestly don't know. I wasn't particularly interested.
NELLIE: WHAT'S your uncle like? Describe it?
JULIA: Well, now he is bald, but the beard remains, as it was in his youth. I never changed my principles.
NELLIE: is the beard red?
Julia looks at Nelly in disbelief.
JULIA: Red-haired…
NELLY: He's tall. In a raincoat with a torn pocket?