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Yes, you can see everything for yourself. But it wasn't always like that.
Lydia's face changes. A mischievous gleam appears in his eyes, a sly smile appears on his face. She even gets up in a completely different way, with some inner significance.
Lydia (to the viewer, with excitement and cunning). Do you know what I was like? Do you want me to tell you?
With a sly, expectant smile, Lydia looks around the hall, pauses. Throws aside the brush, and impressively strolling in a few steps, announces, retreating into memories.
Lydia (to the viewer, retreating into memories). I was only twenty years old then… I was pretty and actively used it…
the music increases…
the light goes out smoothly…
We turn to the story of the memories of the saleswoman from the stall.
ZTM.
Here you can stand for 10 seconds in the soundtrack and in the dark to close the kiosk with snow with some kind of screen, or other appropriate decoration, because our actions will go further in the summer period.
Scene 2.
Leto Street. Street.
A loud bright energetic youth musical composition sounds.
We give 5-6 seconds to the viewer to wait and anticipate.
And now Lidochka comes on stage. She's really pretty. In addition to the enviable natural figure and appearance, the girl is manicured, lips are summed up, eyebrows, eyelashes, haircut, outfit, tummy is bare – everything is just aerobatics.
Our Lidochka has dark glasses on the bridge of her nose, chewing gum in her mouth, she carries a tape recorder on her shoulder (you can Boombox), while dancing and enjoying it herself.
The girl knows her worth, knows that she is irresistible, knows that she is the center of the universe and actively uses it.
Lida puts the tape recorder on the floor, begins to dance actively, very beautifully, very cool, very impressive, very incendiary, very bright, so that the audience wants to jump out of their seats and start dancing – this is the female half, and the male half, so that they want not only to dance. We need to light it up straight, light it up straight!
The music fades a little, but it's still playing loudly. Valery appears on the scene.
A guy in a sporty suit (tracksuit, sneakers, bandit cap), a little gait, in his hand he twists a rosary.
Valery sees a girl, she becomes his center of attention, he begins to dance to the music, but he dances, figuratively speaking, unsightly. The guy in the dance moves around Lida on the one hand, examines her with an appreciative approving look, then dancing around on the other side, also approvingly evaluatively makes some conclusions of his own.
Lida pretends not to notice him, she is used to everyone's attention.
Valery comes closer in his dance, stands almost opposite Lida, cheekily smiles, complacently nods to the girl, that's what he is, they say.
The music stops.
Lida and Valery stop dancing.
The girl looks at the guy questioningly, turning off the tape recorder at the same moment when the music ends.
Lidochka (boldly, to the guy). What did you want?
Valery (cheekily, complacently, with a smile, in a pribandichennoy manner). Hello, hello, beautiful. What do you immediately gas up, let's whisper. Let's get acquainted first, and then we'll decide who!
Lidochka (boldly). Go your own way, decided! I have nothing to decide with someone like you.
Valery is in no hurry to leave, smiles, thinks how to "roll up" competently.
Lida, seeing that the guy does not leave, spreads her hands questioningly with a hit-and-run.
Lidochka (boldly, with a hit-and-run). Is your hearing bad? Get out of here, you defective!
Valery (cheekily, complacently, with a smile, in a pribandichennoy manner). Understood-understood, no question. Hormones, mood swings, these days. It's okay, no offense. Well, how about going for a ride with a defective… walking around the city in the evening? M? I have a candy machine. Rushes so that only the fur coat is wrapped.
They stand and look at each other.
Valery (cheekily, complacently, with a smile, in a pribandichennoy manner). Well, how about a ride? Let's wrap up the fur coat, huh?
Lida, smiling slyly, comes with an imposing gait closer to Valery, skeptically shakes her head, vaguely waving her eyebrows. Removes sunglasses with one hand. He smiles, grabs the boy by the throat with an unexpected sharp movement and pulls him to his face.
Lidochka (audaciously hissing in the guy's ear). You'll roll up to me again with your fur coat, and you'll be riding in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. You're not the first one so smart.
Lida pushes the bewildered guy by the throat.
Lidochka (calmly, with confidence). Did you explain it more clearly now?
Valery (cautiously, cautiously). Everything… Sorry, girlfriend, I got confused.
Valery hurriedly leaves the stage, Lida follows him with a confident, strong look. You can hear the sound of the car engine starting, the roar of the engine and a couple of beeps.
Lida, as if saying goodbye, shows this guy a "viva" sign (two fingers, index and middle) as a farewell, leaving by car out of our sight.
Lidochka (to the viewer, wearily). Guys stick at every step. Get to know everyone, sit somewhere, take a ride on something. Go out with them somewhere… Yes, I know their plans. Yet they are visible through and through. Nothing interesting. Nothing unexpected, nothing intriguing. Of course, I have several suitors in mind. With money, with prospects… But it is… Just in case. But for the soul… I never met anyone. In general, I made conclusions for myself that external data does not play a special role in the issue of happy relationships. In the matter of successful marriages of convenience, or something akin to this, yes. In order to sell yourself more expensive– you need to be a beauty, and this costs a lot of money and nerves. Therefore, definitely, if the goal is money, then you need to sell yourself more expensive! Well and… if the goal is still mutual understanding and kinship of souls… The one here looks almost does not play a role at all. I honestly do not know how to act in this case and how it works, but I have a suspicion that a pretty appearance in this case even hinders. After all, only the brave approach the pretty ones. And the brave are most often boors! Rich little sons, to whom the law is unwritten, a criminal element, who are crazy for the whole head, or partially. In general, those who saw, wanted and approached. And modest normal guys with an understanding of out-of-body values – they are still more timid in the matter of relationships. They usually avoid the beautiful ones. Well, or if they don't bypass, then they aim for a long time… And while they are aiming, their object of lust will be taken away ten times already. And if they don't take you away before that, then, of course, they will take you away after… And they know it all perfectly well, that's why the attitude towards us, the beautiful, is obviously biased. And we're not all mercantile bitches. We also want to be happy, but these are the only ones who come to us (points in the direction of the departed Valery). Well, you've seen it. So what's left for us? We can't approach the normal ones ourselves… That's all that remains is to rely on fate.
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