"My four women from a dream”. Play on 7, 6, 5, 4 or 3 people. Nikolay Lakutin

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СКАЧАТЬ (incredulously): Well, then, tell me why I haven't been able to meet this one for so many years?

      AIDA (gently): Why should I keep an answer about this, ask yourself why I chose this particular path. I tried to talk you out of it, but you insisted and I gave up.

      YAROSLAV: I? What are you saying? When did I insist on spending half my life in agony and confusion?

      AIDA (gently): It was not so long ago, Aranka… and not here. But I don't want to fill your head with questions that won't do you any good at this stage, but rather will be harmful. And our time is inexorably running out. I just wanted to see you, talk to you, and of course help you. Even though it is forbidden to us.

      YAROSLAV (hurriedly, nervously): so help, help quickly, you say yourself, time is running out. Come on, tell me what to do. Where to go? Where to meet? How will I recognize her?

      AIDA (gently): Silly… why, I've already told you everything…

      Aida gets up from the bed and slowly moves back in the direction of movement, without taking her eyes off Yaroslav.

      YAROSLAV (hurriedly, nervously): where Are you going? Wait? No! Not now. Stay a little longer… Please don't go!

      AIDA (gently): You will meet soon, Yaroslavushka… (quietly) soon…

      A short musical motif sounds the same as when Aida appears.

      Yaroslav stretches out his hands in the direction of the retreating lady, who hides the features of the characters.

      ZTM.

      HOUSE

      Morning. Yaroslav wakes up and stretches. She sits on the bed and looks around the room. He goes to a pile of things, rummages through it, selects a cleaner t-shirt, sniffs.

      YAROSLAV (in an appreciative tone): OK!

      Puts on this shirt, takes socks from another pile of things, performs the same olfactory analysis.

      YAROSLAV (in an appreciative tone): they still look Like that.

      He pulls on his socks.

      She sits on the bed, scratches her neck, and looks disapprovingly at her room.

      YAROSLAV: Actually, of course, you can't do that. I don't have time to do all this myself, and I don't want to. We need someone to handle this…

      Yaroslav takes the newspaper from the table, looks at the ads. Leafs.

      YAROSLAV: So! Nanny services are not the same. Husband for an hour (looks with insight) – actually, it can be. They also screw up the shelves, hang the curtains, they can probably do the cleaning too, and wash the dishes somehow. But a man is a man, again, you will get the same business owner as me… Okay, I'll make a note just in case. What else is there?

      Flips through the pages of the newspaper.

      YAROSLAV (delighted): In! The housekeepers went.

      Picks up the phone, starts calling.

      YAROSLAV (positively): Hello, Hello!

      A short pause, and Yaroslav's face changes.

      YAROSLAV (coldly): Goodbye.

      Hang up.

      YAROSLAV (indignantly): With such a voice only in the toilet to sit and shout – busy. I don't want one.

      Shakes his head indignantly

      YAROSLAV (indignantly): they've been Smoking Since they were young, and then their voice doesn't sound attractive at all. However, maybe, of course, from birth such, I knew one girl… well, never mind, I suspect that this lady still smoked her voice.

      Then he looks at the ads.

      YAROSLAV (in a businesslike tone): So – so – so – so – so… Let's call here.

      Picks up the phone, starts calling.

      YAROSLAV (cautiously): Hello? Yes, Hello. (The face becomes more open and inviting, the tone changes accordingly). Girl, I need a helper around the house. I can't cope alone, I can't get married, and the problem is getting worse.

      Yaroslav smiles.

      YAROSLAV (in a friendly way): it is Good that you are so humorous about this, without humor here… (he looks around his filthy room.) Well, will you come? Yes, we'll decide on the payment. What is your name? Nina? Well. After six o'clock today? Coming! Write down the address…

      ZTM.

      HOUSE

      Yaroslav enters the room. He looks haggard.

      He throws the heavy bag on the floor and takes off his jacket. He sits down on the bed and idly pulls off his shoes. One takes pictures, the other doesn't want to take pictures. The shoelace is tied at the knot, not untied. Now it's a Shoe on the other foot.

      YAROSLAV (nervously): Well, where are the sticks? On the node again?

      Looks at the Shoe, tries to untie it. It doesn't work.

      YAROSLAV (humbly): Well, exactly. It reminds me of something. I won't drink milk today, just in case, and we'll do without any accidents.

      There is a timid, hesitant knock on the door.

      Yaroslav listens.

      YAROSLAV: it Seemed, probably.

      Still fiddling with the shoelace. The knock on the door is repeated, but more confident.

      Yaroslav looks at the door with an intricate expression on his face.

      YAROSLAV: or maybe it didn't seem so…

      In one Shoe, he goes to the door and opens it.

      Nina enters the room. She is wearing a grey raincoat and a headscarf.

      YAROSLAV (coldly): Hello. What can I do for you?

      NINA (with interest and caution looking around the room and its owner): Hello, I'm Nina.

      A skeptical pause on the part of the host.

      YAROSLAV (coldly): I am very happy, and I am Yaroslav. So what do you want, Nina?

      NINA: well, of course… We agreed, didn't we?

      Yaroslav attentively looks at the girl with a severe penetrating look.

      YAROSLAV (coldly): Girl, and you hour apartment not mixed up? I don't understand you.

      NINA: Is this the eighty-seventh?

      YAROSLAV (coldly): yeah…

      NINA: did you call me about the housekeeper?

      Yaroslav's face changes.

      YAROSLAV (cordially): my God, Nina! Why didn't you introduce yourself right away? Please come in!

      The girl is confused. This can be seen in the expression СКАЧАТЬ