The flight to Novodarino. Play for 5 people

Лакутин Николай

LYUBA (turning is unknown to whom): And I now not realized, this that was?

NIKOLAI (to the driver): You, why left, still same time Parking?

Stepan slyly evaluates in the rearview mirror the man who spoke and the well-fed girl, makes a half-surprised, half-condemning nod.

STEPAN (in all seriousness): So, where to put people? The bus is Packed. Now perishing the rest of the only next wait!

The woman at the window for the first time looks away from her thoughts and into the interior of the bus.

Just carefully examines the eyes of the salon came a couple.

Only Gosha sits with a grin in his phone, not participating in universal silent misunderstanding.

NIKOLAI (turning to Lyuba): do you understand anything?

LYUBA: nope…

NIKOLAI: AND I nope…

Nikolai turns to Tamara in the backseat.

NIKOLAI (tamare): and you, woman, can you explain to us what is happening?

Tamara negatively shakes her head, and again looks somewhere in the distance through the glass of the bus.

STEPAN: you See a guy in a black jacket sitting next to you?

Nikolai and Lyuba stare at the guy.

STEPAN (with importance in his voice): you Know who this is?

Lyuba shakes her head and looks at Nikolai.

Nikolai looks at guy, then Lyuba with misunderstanding and amazement.

NIKOLAI (to the driver): No. Who is it?

STEPAN (meaningfully): Oh…, this is Gosha Katz himself!

Nikolai and Lyuba look at each other blankly.

NIKOLAI: and I Nikolai Egorov, and this Love… (to Lyuba) What's your last name?

LYUBA (modestly): Malyutina!

The passengers chuckle, appreciating the discrepancy between the girl's name and size.

NIKOLAI: here, Malyutina! But us as something so no one with pathos not represents (refers to all). Who is this Gosha Katz?

Tamara turns from the window to the couple, then looks at the guy. He gets up from his seat, goes forward to Gaucher, sits down opposite him, looks him attentively in the eyes.

Gosha looks up from the smartphone and looks at Tamara.

Stepan with a smile watching the scene, nothing explaining.

Tamara takes out a notebook, a pen and hands it to Gaucher.

TAMARA (Gaucher): Sorry, I didn't recognize you right away. Can I have your autograph?

Gosha takes a notebook, silently, completely without emotion, signs, returns it with a pen back, then again switches attention to the smartphone.

TAMARA: thank You!

Tamara returns to her seat, studying the painting with affection.

Mykola and Luba look at each other. Nicholas does not stand up.

NIKOLAI (to the driver): Hey, friend, tell me, who is this Gosha Katz?

Stepan smiles, looks through a mirror in salon.

STEPAN (to Nikolay): I don't know.

NIKOLAI (the upper hand indignantly): in sense not know?

Lyuba grunts and giggles.

STEPAN: well, seriously, I don't know. This guy introduced himself as Gosha Katz or Katz, I do not know how correctly. He offered to pay for all the empty seats, so as not to wait, and we went, inadvertently leaving you at the bus stop. That's all I know about him.

NIKOLAI (cheerfully): So here is it that! And I'm wondering what the bus is Packed. Well, the artist.

The bus is silent for a while.

Lyuba and Nikolai inadvertently look at Tamara studying the painting in anticipation of explanations, but she is in no hurry to give them.

Without waiting for explanations, they turn in the direction of movement, look into the distance of the stretching beauties. They squint at Gosha.

TAMARA (putting the notebook in her purse): how do you know him, I suppose, you don't go to the Philharmonic?

NIKOLAI (indignantly): What? My wife in the city Philharmonic has reeled off a tenner. You that thinking, if not in tailcoat man, means, except vodka and cucumber nothing in life not saw?

TAMARA: and who does your wife work at the Philharmonic?

Gosha turns around curiously, looking at Nikolai.

NICHOLAS (arrogantly) by Usher!

Gosha smiles and returns to the gadget.

LYUBA: Who, uncle Kohl?

NIKOLAI (quietly): Usher, in General.

The bus is silent again.

TAMARA (looking out the window): First violin in the Urals.

Stepan attentively looks through a mirror at Tamara, then at Gosha.

STEPAN: since when did cultural figures start earning such money that they could spend fifty or sixty thousand rubles an hour?

Gosha is distracted from the phone.

GOSHA: Look, I don't go into anyone's pocket. Why are you trying to audit mine?

STEPAN: no, it's just interesting. I'm sorry if I offended you. I just thought that musicians receive a pittance. I was wrong.

There is a brief silence on the bus.

Gosha is distracted from the smartphone, thinks about something of his own and turns to Stepan.

GOSHA: You were not mistaken. All right. Music career does not bring me much profit. What I earn with a violin is only enough for gasoline. Frankly speaking, I do not understand how, and on what colleagues live. They are interrupted by custom-made concerts, hacks. Who as, in General. Was it worth it to study for seven years in a music school and then in conservatories?..