He, She and I. Play for 3 people
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GELYA: That you are married? Not right away. About a couple of months.
VLADIMIR: and how did she react?
GEL: Told that I the mad.
VLADIMIR: Mmm…
GELYA: AND still that a fool!
VLADIMIR: Mmm..
GEL: AND still, that such as I need burn on a fire! Well, she did add that later, a couple of months after our fight. I remembered, found something to bite. She herself is a family girl, does not share our relationship with you. Besides, she herself is not all smooth, it seems that her man went on a spree. But who is to blame…
VLADIMIR (putting aside photos aside): don't communicate with her now?
GEL: Yes why? Yesterday we went together to the spa-salon. It's okay, we're friends.
VLADIMIR: Interesting.
GEL: Listen, and have you anyone knows, that… why are we Dating?
Vladimir takes a framed photo from his briefcase and hands it to Gela.
VLADIMIR: and, Behold, one did. Only this already in the center of the. Caught me on camera, you bastard, teasing me for a week with what he'd show his wife. Took it from him, too, wanted to show you today.
Gel laughs, looks at photo.
GEL: Yes we are popular. Paparazzi right around and everywhere.
Looks at the photo, remembers.
GEL: It's such a recent photo taken? You and I went to a concert of what's-his-name…
VLADIMIR: Yes, a month and a half ago.
GEL: that's right.
VLADIMIR: You truth all suits?
GELYA: Volodya, you are the best. I am ready to accept you even with such a disadvantage as a wife. It doesn't bother me. I love you, and nothing will discredit you in my eyes.
Vladimir tenderly kisses Gele's hand.
The stage lights go out.
2 OLI'S HOUSE
(The music of the romantic content with words of expectation of a spouse, the choice of the Director).
Home warm atmosphere.
Olya is waiting for her husband, sets the table, looks at the clock, sits alone at the table, does not eat. Calls her husband, hopelessly puts the phone down. Waits. Looks out the window, goes to sleep on the couch at the table.
In the apartment is Vladimir. Changes a contented, joyous mood to a dull, sullen, tired look.
Olya notices him, gets up, gets better, runs to her husband.
OLYA (embraces her husband): Volodya, where have you been? Couldn't get through, something with the phone?
VLADIMIR: Discharged, probably. With work Zaval, as something until the phone not have reached even, not before was, forgive, I should was you warn, ' ve been wrapped up.
OLGA: Nothing important, that's all right, I was afraid that something had happened. Warm, come on in, take off your clothes, I will warm up.
VLADIMIR: Yes there is no, Olya, not need to, me would rather until bed, forces there is no, want sleep.
OLYA: Well, of course.
Olya gives her husband a towel, he goes with him to the shower.
Heard the sound of opening the taps, running water.
Vladimir comes out of the shower almost naked, falls on the bed.
Olga lays down nearby, embraces her husband, but he's already asleep. The wife humbly sighs, shakes her head understandingly, goes to bed.
The lights go out.
The lights come on. Morning.
In bed only Vladimir. He wakes up, stretches.
Olya enters the room with a tray. Food on it.
OLYA: Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?
VLADIMIR: Good morning. I think so. I yesterday… you waited for me, I'm sorry, I came totally exhausted.
Grabs his wife, hugs. Olya almost drops the tray.
OLYA: Well, Volodya, have Breakfast at least, you ate the last time yesterday afternoon. Or on the morning (looks with question on husband)?
VLADIMIR: I had lunch at work, don't worry. What have you got there (looks into the tray)?
OLYA: I cooked your favorite porridge with pineapple slices.
VLADIMIR: Olenka, how I love you. Thank you, darling.
Embrace. Business goes to a bed scene, but the wife stops the husband.
OLYA: Cool down, eat, and I'm in the shower, since such a thing.
VLADIMIR (is taken for Breakfast, shouts running away wife): Don't close there, I'll catch up with you in three minutes, take a shower together!
Olya smiles happily in anticipation, goes to the shower, seducing her husband with wagging hips.
On scene remains only Vladimir.
He eats Breakfast, savors, addresses the audience.
VLADIMIR: do I Love my wife? I certainly do. I love you like crazy. I will never betray her and I will give everything for her.
Waits for a pause of misunderstanding of the hall.
VLADIMIR (answering the audience): Gel? I love her too, but in a different way. She's not my mistress-no. I would never allow myself to cheat on my wife. There are all sorts of moths, some muddy girl – funny bone. Never. I was approached several times – I turned everyone away. I have Olya! And Gel. It's hard to explain, but I love them both… each in its own way… and somehow each of them I consider my second half. Now I can't even imagine life without one of them. They are completely different, but so perfectly complement each other.
He pauses.
VLADIMIR (turning to the audience): I'm the Asshole huh? Womanizer. You know… maybe it is. I myself for a long time despised men who manage to fall in love with someone else besides his wife. I thought it was fierce ignorance, stupidity from idleness, or just some animal instincts completely ignorant of such a thing as conscience, honor, and loyalty… And when Gela came into my life… I suddenly realized… Not immediately, but realized that this world is not so clearly outlined unambiguous framework and familiar stereotypes. I allowed the idea that in the family there is such a variant of interaction, when the vessel is full… You know what I mean, I hope?" So here is full a vessel far not in all families under force form only husband and wife. There are times when this very completeness requires a third link....