Shake the old. A play for 5 people. Comedy in two acts. Nikolay Lakutin

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Nyura (played indignantly, Methodius). Well, how? So, it was very nice to meet Vedana! You see, you are heartily glad to Agnes! And he just answered me – let's get acquainted. What are you, a tattered lovelace, aren't you glad to see me?

      Methodius (with a cautious attack). How can I not be glad? Where did I sit down?

      Nyura (played indignantly, Methodius). Where to?

      Methodius (with a cautious attack). Take off your charming eyes, and take a closer look. If I wasn't happy, I wouldn't be sitting next to you. And if I sat down, then I'm glad!

      Vedana (with a joyful sly smile). It turns out I'm glad too!

      Agnes (feigning sadness). And it turns out I'm not happy?

      Methodius (twisting out, to Agnes). Im (Pointing to Nyura and Vedana.) I'm just glad! And you, gorgeous, I'm glad to heartily! (Sighs.) Fuf …

      friends, generally satisfied with the answer, nod with understanding.

      Methodius got out of it. He is pleased with himself, glances furtively at one, then at another, then at a third passion. Babonki are embarrassed. They look away. Grandfather, the prankster is still that. Winks, plays along with facial expressions, which further embarrasses her friends.

      Nyura can't stand it, her rebellious nature rushes into battle again.

      Nyura (indignantly, to Methodius). So! Stop shooting eyes here. Better tell me, dear man, why did you fall on our heads like that. You haven't been here before, have you?

      Methodius (complacently). It wasn't, that's right. Now, therefore, there is!

      Vedana (insistently, to Methodius). Uh, you don't shirk the topic! From where did you come to us, sokolik? Please give an exhaustive explanation, in all its form! Strictly speaking, so to speak!

      Agnes (nodding to her friend).

      Methodius glares at the grannies, rises with a sly smile, stands at attention, reports.

      Methodius (reports). Kondratyukov Methodius Pankratievich. A native of the Saratov region, but for a long time already in fact a man of the world. I have visited many places, lived many places, changed many professions. Now the official status is retired. I won't tell you the year of birth!

      She shows her tongue to her listening friends, teases!

      Nyura (snorts in disappointment). Phew… So what did you just say?

      Methodius (sitting down in his usual place). Of course I understand. The bowler hat, ugh, ugh (knocks on his head so as not to jinx it) is working.

      Vedana (with a tease, Methodius). Is it working? Exactly?

      Methodius (positively, confidently, Vedane). Do not hesitate, precious! And the kettle is whistling, and there is still gunpowder in the powder flasks, and in general I am still very much in general!

      Agnes (looking skeptically at her friends). My mom used to say: God did not give a cheerful cow horns! (Withstands a tactful pause, averts an unconstrained gaze). I remembered something.

      The friends smile softly, turn away. Grandfather also understands what it's about.

      Methodius (thoughtfully, with a philosophical bias). No, actually, it's not that, (Grandfather thinks). But… to some extent… However ....

      Methodius abruptly changes the subject.

      Methodius (positively, cheerfully). So, well! It would not be a sin to bite for acquaintance, so that's the problem… I don't drink. What are we going to do, chickens?

      Nyura (with a dig). Who has a bowler hat whistling here? He called himself a gruzd, and think for yourself…, cockerel!

      Friends giggle.

      Methodius (skeptically, understanding sarcasm). A… ha…

      Agnes (Methodius). And, by the way, it's Nyura's birthday today!

      Methodius (admiringly). What are you? Yeshki – matryoshka dolls, and you were silent? Well, that's it!

      Methodius gets up from his seat.

      Methodius (cheerfully, resolutely). Sit here, don't go anywhere, I'm coming soon!

      Methodius leaves, leaving his friends in mixed feelings.

      Vedana (with interest). Where is he going?

      Agnes (skeptically, glancing at her friends, then after the departed Methodius). It is known where.

      Nyura (with interest, to Agnes). And what is known there? Where do you think this pompous turkey has gone?

      Agnes (skeptically, to her friends). Somewhere… Far away! Here after all… it smells like gifts. Well, or at least some congratulations, at least. And men are men. What to take from them? Though young, though worn… All in one duda. Just to get rid of responsibility, but from any difficulties.

      Vedana (with interest, to Agnes). Do you seriously think that he left, just not to congratulate and not to give anything?

      Agnes (convincingly). No, in fact, he, of course, left just to buy something for our Nyurochka's birthday and congratulate her. Well… at least that's how he'll explain it later. But unforeseen circumstances will arise, as a result of which you will have to go somewhere urgently, run, save… In general, they all have the same song. So in fact – yes! Running away to get away from this conversation, and from the others, too. Men don't like to talk much, for the most part. How, what they learned, they exchanged short phrases and ran on. Which, in fact, happened.

      Nyura (doubtful). I don't know. I, in fact, did not ask him for anything, and I did not particularly count on congratulations, even verbal ones. For me, they are what they are, what they are not. But anyway. Gone, and thank God. He's kind of muddy, girls. See how it doesn't work out. You have to keep your ears open with this!

      Agnes (Nyure). And what can come out of it?

      Nyura ambiguously shrugs her shoulders. Evades the answer.

      Vedana (abruptly changes the subject). Okay, stop! (He turns to Agnes, busily). So you're 100% sure right now that the old bastard won't come back?

      Agnes (Vedane). Don't I know men! Sure. Look for fistulas. Screwed up and with the end.

      Vedana (to Agnes). And I, for some reason, am sure that it is not the end!

      Agnes (Vedane). And I'm sure that with the end!

      Nyura (smoothing out the corners to her friends). Don't argue about the end… (Corrects himself). Uh.... Because of this pretzel. Well, he left and left. That's it! Forgot!

      Vedana (Nyure). I remember.

      Agnes (Nyure). Me too.

      Vedana (to Agnes, fervently). Let's bet!

      Agnes (to Vedane, fervently). Let's! What are we going to argue about?

      Vedana, without thinking twice, whispers her proposal in her friend's ear. Agnes, having listened, looks at Vedana in surprise.

      Agnes (to Vedane, amazed). What? Childhood started playing in one place? СКАЧАТЬ