Real and Phantom Pains: An Anthology of New Russian Drama. John Freedman

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      MANIAC: I asked a friend today if you can just walk up to a woman you like and put your head on her shoulder. He said you can.

      BLIZZARD: Basically, that’s what everybody does.

      (MANIAC goes to SNOWFLAKE and puts his head on her shoulder. SNOWFLAKE smiles and washes a tablet of some kind down with a drink of water.)

      SNOWFLAKE: I finally decided today. I’m not going to love anybody anymore.

      ORANGINA: Why’s that?

      SNOWFLAKE: I can’t love anybody if they don’t love me.

      MANIAC: I can’t either.

      SNOWFLAKE: I’m only going to love when somebody loves me.

      LENOCHKA: I feel this hatred welling up in me. Instantly. I don’t know what it is.

      SNOWFLAKE: I know exactly what you mean. And I’m perfectly aware of it as it happens.

      MANIAC: It’s the ego.

      SNOWFLAKE: But that’s what my love is like.

      LENOCHKA: If I see somebody’s getting frustrated with me, that’s it. It’s all over. The love boat has landed. On the rocks.

      SNOWFLAKE: I know it sounds awful, like somebody handing down an irreversible verdict. It’s not very Russian and it’s not very feminine – but these mood swings have just become a part of my life.

      (They work silently. Someone sighs, someone eats something, someone drinks something, someone goes out, another comes in, someone forgot something and came back in before going back out.)

      SNOWFLAKE: I was walking down the street today and on the corner when I turned in from the left side, right there on that spot, I promised myself – this is it. I’m crossing out love and I’m never going to love alone again.

      LENOCHKA: Yeah, let’s put an end to solitaire love.

      ORANGINA: What’s he say about it?

      SNOWFLAKE: He says, “Your skin drives me wild! Show me another man who can love you more than I do!”

      LENA: How’s that for an equation?

      MANIAC: Yeah, but he doesn’t know you’re toying with him –

      SNOWFLAKE: Is that what I’m doing?

      MANIAC: Well, yeah –

      ORANGINA: I need him, I need him not; I love him, I love him not

      BLIZZARD: Good in the evening, bad in the morning

      ORANGINA: Or the other way around

      SNOWFLAKE: You know what he says to me? A thousand years ago people like me were burned at the stake

      SNOWSTORM: Snowflake, that’s a compliment

      SNOWFLAKE: It is?

      BLIZZARD: A hundred years ago you would have been stoned

      ORANGINA: Poor women

      SNOWFLAKE: I don’t care what you say; I think women are an incredibly deprived lot

      BLIZZARD: I mean, women have fear instilled in them from childhood

      SNOWFLAKE: I mean, it’s men that are afraid of women

      ORANGINA: I mean, everybody’s afraid of everybody

      MANIAC: I mean, everybody’s just afraid of fear

      LENOCHKA: I’m afraid of darkness, maniacs, the cold, germs, snakes, spiders, heights, fast cars, policemen, guards, face-control, rude people, dogs, men and random sex

      (ORANGINA looks out the window, beyond which another window is visible, as well as the window of a café, a really pleasant place where it smells of coffee and a waitress’s hands are cleaning off a table and emptying ashtrays. A handsome young man named VOLODYA is drinking espresso and talking about something as he cracks and eats pistachios. The waitress, BUSHY-TAIL, looks like Twiggy. She has huge eyes, a smart little blue dress, long legs, a white apron and a chic, tidy hair-do. She is always smiling, humbly and modestly.)

      VOLODYA: I think about women a lot. I think about them constantly. In fact, I don’t think about women in the plural, but about one woman, one single woman. Of all the women I’ve ever met, I know not one who could ever become my other half.

      BUSHY-TAIL: Why not?

      VOLODYA: Ah, for one reason or another. When people come together – it’s a whole science.

      BUSHY-TAIL: What about when they break up?

      VOLODYA: No one person is ever to blame for breaking up. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just two puzzle pieces that don’t fit.

      (VOLODYA sips his coffee. BUSHY-TAIL leaves. VOLODYA is silent. Looks at her. Waits for her to come back. Looks out the window. Sees ORANGINA looking out her window but he doesn’t know her name. BUSHY-TAIL returns, replaces his ashtray. )

      I’ve always been attracted to unhinged women, I guess you could say. I mean, the kind of girls who know how to stick up for themselves, the kind that can really stick it to you. But I’ve always wanted someone defenseless and fragile so that she’d be the kind I’d be able to protect and take care of.

      BUSHY-TAIL: Can you do that?

      VOLODYA: You know, I never leave anyone in the lurch. Anybody’s secrets are safe with me. If you ever end up on an uninhabited island with me – you won’t go hungry.

      (The office. People are coming and going. The group of six is constantly surrounded by a crowd of faceless people. Five of them are working. SNOWSTORM is always up and dancing. Somebody sighs. LENOCHKA puts make-up on her eyes. Somebody’s looking at the clock; somebody’s washing their hands. SNOWFLAKE sprays on some perfume. Somebody’s cleaning their desk, somebody’s putting something on, somebody’s taking something off, somebody’s getting ready to go somewhere.)

      LENOCHKA: I think women are made purely for decoration

      ORANGINA (Taking SNOWSTORM’s photo): Those are just childish illusions

      LENOCHKA: Why did people invent Faberge eggs or Feng Shui?

      SNOWFLAKE: I would really like to settle down. Become soft, calm and caring. But I’m so sensitive. I like it when people care for me

      MANIAC: People ask God for love even though they haven’t the vaguest notion what it is. What a nightmare.

      LENOCHKA: I’m afraid of falling in love

      BLIZZARD: Why?

      LENOCHKA: I can’t. I’m married

      ORANGINA: I fall in love once a year

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