Unusual service. Play for 4-5 people
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Yana looks guiltily at the floor.
SERGEY: But let's do this. If within one month you will feel on yourself former pressure-address, I will repeat procedure free of charge.
JAN (enthusiastically clapping her hands): Thank you-thank you.
SERGEY: AND yet that this does not happen again, better not simply let more than the head of to play the king and courtiers servants. Enslaved conditions of exploitation of people have long been in history, so let them remain there. In any situation – stay with people and if we hit on the right cheek substitute the left, but! Don't let it hit you.
Sergei winks at Yana.
Yana runs up to Sergei, kisses him on the cheek and runs away, waving her hand.
Sergei sees off the girl look, after she leaves, turns to the audience.
SERGEY: That's how we live!
2 Apartment Of Sergei
Furnished simply but comfortably.
Sergei goes into the apartment, undresses.
SERGEY: UFF… I'm home at last.
He takes the money out of his bag, counts it again, and puts it back in the closet, putting some of the cash in his pocket.
SERGEY (to the viewer): the Amusing citizen got today. He clung to me like a tick. I thought, that no blows will not do. Vaughn was even late for his meeting with Yana. Annoying came across this object. It's getting harder and harder to work. But nothing. The stronger the opponent, the more interesting.
Sergei retreats to the kitchen area.
SERGEY (to the viewer): I Wound up today, so there is a hunt. We'll make something."
Sergei's mobile phone rings. He picks up the phone.
SERGEY: Hello?
He waits a moment.
SERGEY (laughs): no, that's right. What I do, in fact, is knock down the arrogance of those who greatly annoy people.
He waits a moment.
SERGEY: What is very annoying?
He waits a moment.
SERGEY: AND what? Where? What area are you in?
He waits a moment.
SERGEY: So do I, too. Look, if you're close, maybe… run in? Barnaul 2 apartment 17. Can you? Well, fine, let's discuss everything here.
He waits a moment.
SERGEY: Waiting.
Hang up. Goes, slightly priotkryvaet the door. Messing around in the kitchen, cooking something, going somewhere. Comes with a frying pan, two forks and slices of bread. He settles down to eat, the doorbell rings.
SERGEI (shouts): it's Open! Go.
Enter Artem.
Artem is unsure of himself, he treads timidly, afraid of everything and everything. He keeps adjusting his glasses on his nose. Protruding ears protrude from under the cap. Artyom is hunched over, his mouth slightly open.
ARTEM (stammering): Addressivity. Vvvvvv Arrrrrggggg?
Sergei laughs in a voice that did not hesitate to be rude.
ARTEM (stammering): Ssssweet, I navarrone olddddddd.
Artem turns around, starts to leave. Sergei shouts at him.
SERGEY: Wait! Sorry, please, just inspired… My grandfather also relieves a small need, as you say. Let's go for " YOU."
Sergei gets up, approaches the guest, holds out his hand.
SERGEI: Sergei!
ARTEM: Artem. I sometimes ssssnakes when Wallenius.
SERGEY: Come in Artem, will you eat? Come with me, I just got here recently, haven't had time to eat, but already got two forks, a couple of slices of bread. So I ask to our modest table, we will taste eggs, now seagulls will boil. In the meantime, we can state the case.
Artyom looks longingly at the pan, bites his lips, quickly undresses and runs to the table. Pulls up a stool, begins to eat quickly.
Sergey looks at all this business with surprise, some understanding begins to come to him.
Sergei is still standing in the hallway. He folds his arms over his chest, looks regretfully at the guest eating food for both cheeks.
SERGEI: I understand that the object of elimination is the wife?
Artyom nods, quickly throwing pieces of scrambled eggs in his mouth and biting off pieces of bread.
ARTYOM (with his mouth full): How are you?..
SERGEI: We same on "you" have gone.
ARTYOM (with his mouth full):.. yes. How did you know?" Yes… indeed, it will be about the wife. But, until that not about eliminating, and… I'd like to ask you to take her down, as stated in yours… (looks with guilty smile on Sergei) your announcement.
Artem shrugs guiltily and shows Sergei an empty frying pan.
SERGEI: Yes okay, on health, I have today, it seems fasting day.
Sergei goes to pour tea.
SERGEI (screams from kitchen): Well, what about his wife? A Satrap in a skirt?
ARTEM: No, not in a skirt…
Sergei looks out from the kitchen with interest.
ARTEM: Well… in the sense, that she not wears skirts, as something to trousers trained still with youth. I have it… not very feminine. More rough, tough.
Sergei mumbles understandingly from the kitchen.
ARTEM (proudly and belligerently): No, do not think, I'm not henpecked what! I make all the decisions in the house!
Sergei mistrustfully looks out from the kitchen, looks at Artem.
ARTEM (sighs, complements drooping voice): Wife decides, I accept…
Sergey with a smile walks into the room carries two mugs.
SERGEY: Yes, in General, I have already understood. Tell me, buddy, how come you two are such different people and get together? She's a moor, you're God's dandelion…