Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4
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Philip checks everything that is possible, approaches his wife, looking for a trick. My wife listens to music, doesn't respond to it.
Philip removes the headphones from his wife's head, bends down, and looks intently into her eyes.
YANA: (calmly) I'm listening to you carefully, Philip Georgievich!
PHILIPP: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around!
Yana looks at her husband quite calmly, making eyes at him.
PHILIPP: (shouts) You.... this… You know what? You don't give me that here… Because this isn't it!
JAN: (sarcastic tone) Here you are! PHILIP
: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around! Yana! Yana stop! I demand satisfaction!
Yana nervously throws aside the ball, gets up from the chair.
YANA: (seriously, shouting) Who insulted you, caught you, or humiliated you? The soup is on the stove, not yet cold, as I knew, I started cooking late. In the freezer ice cream is your favorite, yesterday I took it, I thought you would come – you will be happy. True, I waited not today, but as promised, but what does this change? Everything is ready. The house is tidy, the wife is in place. Why are you bothering me? Set up an interrogation here. Shoes, dress? Well, I bought it today. I tried it on, but I haven't taken it off yet. Make-up, hairstyle for this case navayala, I wanted a little pokayfovat. Have fun, damn it! All the mood is ruined!
Yana sits back in the chair, arms folded and pouting.
PHILIPP: (calmly) Vooot. Now I believe you. Shouting, nervous, sulking… it's all right, I'm home.
Philip goes into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together contentedly.
PHILIPP: (speaking softly to the audience, as if to himself) The best defense is a good offense.
Philip winks at the audience and disappears behind the wall.
YANA: (with resentment) What a man…
shakes his head, takes off his fancy shoes, picks up the discarded ball, puts it on the chair, takes away the headphones and shoes.
They return to the room together.
Philip is already at home, nods contentedly, wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes the newspaper and sits down on a chair. Yana stands up, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband from under her brows.
YANA: (with resentment) HOW's the soup?
: (calmly, without looking up from the newspaper) Normally.
YANA: (sadly) Normally…
Yana shakes her head in resignation and is about to go to the kitchen, but her husband stops her.
PHILIPP: Wait a minute. Come here to me.
Yana
approaches her husband, Philip grabs her, puts her on his lap, Yana involuntarily smiles through her sadness.
YANA: Well, stop it… the
Wife is not particularly, but still, as if trying to escape.
PHILIPP: (serious)
YANA: (looking away, calmly) Love.
Philip puts his hands on his wife's head. Kiss.
ZTM FOREST
Lightning flashes, thunder is heard, the sound of rain. The light flashes. Semi-darkness is set. From the edge of the trees in a raincoat, Philip makes his way to the stage, cringing, with a basket in his hand.
He puts down his basket, looks indignantly at the sky, and winces. He takes an armful of mushrooms out of the basket and looks at them with regret.
PHILIPP: (loudly, plaintively) And the devil took me this weekend to get out into nature. I didn't really want these mushrooms that much. I would be sitting in a comfortable chair, warm, watching TV, inhaling the aroma of burnt cutlets on the stove. This is romance, this is recreation, a worthy pastime. What's this? (Loudly, as irritated as possible) Ugh!!!
There is a flash, deafening thunder, and the lights go out.
PHILIPP: (in a trembling, fearful voice) Oops… Oppulence… What was that just now? Where is the light? The Eclipse seems to be for the next couple of hundred years was not promised… Ggggggreat something like that somewhere… (shouts in the dark) People!
Turns on the light, dimness. On the stage with two large dogs (for safety reasons on leashes, if the dogs are real) is a tall man in a raincoat and hood facing Philip. Philip is startled. It is advisable to shout so that even the viewer shudders, given the unexpected situation. If the dogs are trained to bark at the cry of Philip – this will be aerobatics, if not, you can use an audio recording of the bark.
PHILIPP: (with a panicked, strangled cry) Aaaaaah!
Philip's legs give way from fear, and he falls into an awkward Crouch, trying to say something inarticulate in a trembling voice.
VACHAGAN: So you say… damn you… well,well. Take it higher, Philip Georgievich… Let's get acquainted – Vachagan!
There is a flash and thunder. The gloom is restored, and the sound of rain fades, but it doesn't stop.
VACHAGAN: (important, heartfelt, deep) these Mushrooms are for you in so far as, my friend. But our meeting was supposed to take place… I should have! PHILIP
: (in a strangled, panicked voice) I didn't make an appointment with anyone here, you've got me confused with someone else. I'm not…
VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) I know all about you. Even what you don't know! Haven't you ever wondered about the sincerity of your friends?.. close… colleagues? At the time of choosing the necessary parameters for life, you preferred the standard set. Therefore, you are always guided by what you see, like most people… But today I'll give you the gift you've been dreaming about for so long. From now on, you will not only see, but also hear your opponent.
PHILIP: what? What does it mean? Who are you? How do you know…
VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) Now you will hear the true thoughts of a person. This gift will be given to you for as long as you wish. Yes, be careful, try not to go crazy after you see the "true faces" of people…
PHILIP: Vachagan? What a strange name… Who are you?
VACHAGAN: (with a grin) Hah… also my desire… Well, hold on… Good luck!
Flash, thunder, lights go out.
There is a startled cry from Philip.