Название: Real and Phantom Pains: An Anthology of New Russian Drama
Автор: John Freedman
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежная драматургия
isbn: 9780990447177
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PART TWO
AWE
BLIZZARD walks out onto the street. Breathes in the fresh air. Claps himself on the pockets and realizes he forgot his cell phone. Thinks. Decides not to go back. Pulls eye drops out of his pocket and releases drops into his eyes. Wipes off the tears and goes looking for his car. He vaguely remembers where he parked it. Puts on his Gucci sunglasses and checks out the people walking by, hurrying to work in the morning. He smiles at everyone, delights at a simple sunbeam as if he were a paragon of virtue who loves all people and nature too. Big, fat snowflakes hit him in the face.
BLIZZARD: We live in a very severe country. Wherever nature has beauty, it’s a severe beauty. Very severe. If there is friendship, it’s severe. Too. Our people are genuine heroes who live – by living their lives. They are very severe people, I would say they are severe in the extreme. Their life journeys – are very severe. And exalted. No sentimentality. No indulgences. People here have always had hard lives. The guy who founded Moscow. And the guy who founded St. Petersburg. (Smokes. Thinks.) Want me to tell you a story about my life? A real, severe life story. A tale of grief, despair, manic-depressive psychosis, sin, debilitating passions and addictions that have come to us from infernal hell itself. Write it down, give people a chance to read it, a tale of weakness and strength, of tears, my heart, fears, love, Adam and Eve, warmth and cold, black and white. I’ll tell you what real whiteness is; when a man no longer sees his own arms and legs, when the whiteness blinds his eyes and he goes blind, goes blind forever. In order to die right here and be reborn. Pure and innocent. Like the white, newly driven snow.
(BLIZZARD is covered in snow. He comes out of his reverie but can’t find his car. He has no idea where he left it. Keeps looking, finally finds it. Standing next to his Lexus is VOLODYA. He carefully looks over the license plate then carefully looks over BLIZZARD.)
VOLODYA: This your Lexus?
BLIZZARD: Yes
VOLODYA (Shows his badge): May I see your ID?
BLIZZARD: Sure. My pleasure
VOLODYA (Looking over BLIZZARD’s ID): Open up your trunk
(BLIZZARD opens his trunk.
ORANGINA, LENOCHKA, SNOWFLAKE, MANIAC and SNOWSTORM with BUSHY-TAIL. They lie around on rugs and pillows, drink tea from China tea cups and smoke a hookah. The girls’ bared shoulders sparkle with glitter, SNOWSTORM’s head lies on ORANGINA’s stomach, she combs his long locks with her fingers.)
ORANGINA: No matter what you say I’m always the man in relationships. I always make the decisions because men are weak, regardless of how physically imposing they might be
LENOCHKA: They’re all a bunch of unflappable wolves
SNOWFLAKE: They are utter babes
LENOCHKA: They play with their toys and think they are the center of the universe
ORANGINA: A man is a babe is a babe is a babe and then, suddenly, he’s an old geezer
SNOWFLAKE: They are incurably infantile
LENOCHKA: No, I don’t need men at all. I can’t even think about men any more
SNOWFLAKE: Men should not be thought about at all
BUSHY-TAIL: What’s that supposed to mean?
SNOWFLAKE: You have to play with them. If you think they are thinking, think again – they are thinking something else entirely
LENOCHKA: Or they aren’t thinking at all
SNOWFLAKE: A man is not susceptible to being remade. You’ve got to take him in the bag he comes in and then just put him where you need him
ORANGINA: On the other hand, how can you do without a man?
SNOWFLAKE: You can become a lesbian
LENOCHKA: You can give yourself up to total nihilism
SNOWFLAKE: But that’s carrying it too far
(LENOCHKA’s phone rings but she doesn’t answer it.)
MANIAC: Husband?
LENOCHKA: He’s no husband. He’s a cad. A maniac.
SNOWFLAKE: How many times have I warned you? Don’t ever admit anything. We deny everything.
LENOCHKA: But he’s the one who said only the truth can save our relationship (Cries.)
ORANGINA: Lenochka – fresh air and fresh fruit
SNOWFLAKE: Here, I can give you a pill
LENOCHKA: What is it?
SNOWFLAKE: Why can’t a person just have a regular pill, a tranquilizer?
LENOCHKA: Will it help?
SNOWFLAKE: In twenty minutes
MANIAC (To BUSHY-TAIL): People suffer from a lack of understanding of their own sexuality and by the age of 30 they lose their mind incontrovertibly
SNOWFLAKE: Every person thinks in his or her own box
MANIAC: A hotbed of psychic ailments
LENOCHKA: A global failure to communicate
MANIAC: This is horrible, what they’re saying here. Just horrible
ORANGINA: It’s incontestable
MANIAC: A bunch of old wives’ tales and laundromat philosophy. A gaggle of amateurs!
BUSHY-TAIL (Distracted, looking out the window): They predicted it would snow by late morning and, sure enough, it began snowing late in the morning.
SNOWFLAKE: Snow white white
ORANGINA: As white as white can be
LENOCHKA: I have the sensation we are flying upwards
BUSHY-TAIL: Where I come from in the Far North nobody ever clears the snow away. They just clear out narrow passages. The snow drifts stand higher than a person’s head. And people there don’t walk like they do here. There they kind of shuffle their feet. Because they are used to spending so much time walking on ice. It’s always cold and dark and people light fires and they don’t ever complain to anyone. That’s because they think it’s like that the whole world over. Life there’s hard.
(The street. VOLODYA and BLIZZARD stand by the Lexus. VOLODYA looks through the trunk. BLIZZARD looks at his watch and at VOLODYA. He clearly has begun to be nervous.)
VOLODYA: You can close it now
(BLIZZARD closes the trunk.)
Take off your glasses
(BLIZZARD СКАЧАТЬ