Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4. Nikolay Lakutin

      Nellie and Jeanne are laughing.

      Julia shakes her head disapprovingly, with all the accumulated resentment goes to the office door, quickly pulls the handle.

      JULIA (belligerently): So, how long can I sit there?

      The door suddenly swings open and hits Yulia's forehead. Dina runs out of the office with a cheerful laugh, followed by a cheerful laughing woman doctor.

      Julia falls to the floor, loses consciousness. Her daughter Vika comes running to her, sits on her knees, pats her mother on the head.

      VIKA (softly, barely audible over the laughter of the women coming out of the office): Mom, mom, mom…

      DINA (laughing merrily): I won! I told them they couldn't stand it and would look in! (reproachfully turns to the girls sitting on the chairs) Girls, how long can you sit? Well, you have the nerve. I thought I was going to lose the argument. I would have looked in ten times and blown the place to hell, but I got an appointment. And you are sitting… eh, the wrong generation is growing up, there is no core in you that was in our time.

      DOCTOR (turns to a friend): Yes, Dina, a deal is a deal. Cahors next time with me.

      DINA: Two! (Shows two fingers) We had a two-bubble argument.

      DOCTOR: Well, two, two… That's it, go on, I have to work. Who's next?

      The doctor examines the bullfighter and draws attention to the lying Julia and the crying child next to her.

      DOCTOR: yeah. This, the next patient, as I understand (looks at Yulia). Dina wait, don't go. Let's get some help. We'll drag the body into the office together.

      Dina and the doctor drag Yulia into the office by the hands and feet, and the child comes in with them.

      Dina goes out, closes the door behind her, and addresses the seated girls.

      DINA: Phew… (sighs). What about the girl? Nerves? Or oxygen starvation? It's a little stuffy in here. Long lies?

      JEANNE: So you're her… (changes her mind to explain). Yes, oxygen starvation, it seems. Literally fell in front of you shortly before. She's a strange girl. Not adequate, it seems.

      DINA: Come on, who is adequate now in our time. Fainting isn't a big deal. Now her friend will pump it out.

      NELLIE: Friend? I'm sorry, but what did you go to the doctor about? Where is your child?

      DINA: my child is in Los Angeles, building a career. And the mother here is dying of melancholy. So I stopped by a school friend's house and watered it down for an hour.

      NELLIE: Wow. Here people sit waiting, in a hurry, and they talk there, remember their school years?

      DINA: WHAT's the BIG deal? You know, girl, from the height of my experience, I can say that all the fuss that is very important to you right now, it's all zilch. A prolonged zilch that has no significant value in life.

      NELLIE: What? So the fact that I worry about my child, that I take care of my girl, bring her to the doctor when she is ill – it's all not important? Is it zilch?

      DINA: That's not what I mean. It is necessary to take care, it is absolutely necessary. I'm talking about the rush, the rat race that you all participate in. After all, you are always in a hurry somewhere, somewhere in a hurry. Jump over each other's heads in your ghostly dreams. What don't I know? I was like that myself.

      JEANNE: You can see it. You have a lot of nerve. You were arguing about something, weren't you?" More precisely about someone. About us, right? People sitting outside the door, waiting for help. You sit there, have fun, hold up the queue, the doctor, and then start teaching us how to live? Go, woman, go. It's already stuffy in here.

      DINA: Well,well… Okay. Why talk to you? Everyone is used to stuffing their bumps, we do not like to listen to advice. Here we go…

      Dean starts to leave.

      The office door opens, and Yulia comes out, her head tied up, holding the child's hand.

      Dina whirls around, waving her hands.

      DINA: Ugh, Christmas trees… I forgot to tell you about cucumbers!

      Dina pushes Yulia out into the corridor, shoves Jeanne, who is starting to get up from her seat, and She falls back into the chair.

      Dina dashes into the office, slamming the door behind her.

      JEANNE (to everyone): Did you see that? In a woman. No shame, no conscience, but assertiveness… you'll enjoy this.

      NELLIE: Yes… there are still instances of Soviet stagnation. They don't know how to speak properly, they don't have any education, they don't have any life achievements, and everyone thinks they're the smartest.

      Julia pulls the bandage off her head, checks the bump, and begins to dress the child.

      JULIA (Nelly): I'm the one who suffered the most in this situation. In our clinics, it looks different to the reception and you will not get, only feet first. But, nevertheless, I will say a word in defense of what you call instances of Soviet stagnation.

      NELLY: So what's there to say? The situation showed everything for itself.

      JULIA: I do not know what this situation has shown you, but I do know that it is not necessary to equalize everyone with the same comb. I have a lot of friends, friends of my mother, friends of my father, people I respect very much, and believe me, there is something for it. Are you saying that they don't have any personal achievements, that they don't really know how to talk? Yes, people did not chase money before as it is happening everywhere now. Our grandfathers and fathers lived by the idea, our country was built and raised from the ruins after the Second World war. My father worked hard at the factory not because he was so stupid, he knew his business so well that people came to him from abroad to train.

      My uncle created a cooperative. A businessman, in our opinion, was listed. So he did not chase the profit, did not look for a cooler car, as all went on the bus. He had other aspirations. He helped orphanages. For the new year, the children brought toys, clothes, different rags. Take our grandfathers, who had three classes and five classes of education there. Rarely when nine classes who finished. Yes, there was also a professorship, but the main layer is hard workers. Of course, people got drunk a lot, I don't argue, but people drank not from the fact that they were not smart enough to quit a bad habit, but from the fact that they carried all the pain of the past in themselves, and tried to drown it out. We were worried about future generations. We tried hard for the country.

      Julia looks at Nellie with disdain and addresses her.

      JULIA: here's how much… twenty-five years old? Thirty? What have you done for your country?

      Nellie is silent.

      JEANNE: So, girls, let's somehow dispel, here and so sad, sitting, waiting for the weather by the sea, climb out (points to the door)… I know we are all a little wound up, there is certainly no nerves will not be enough, but it is necessary as-that to dispel, dispel… Let's treat the situation appropriately, without sharp conversations.

      JULIA: Well, here you are dispel, practice in adequacy, and we went.

      Julia straightens the child's things, throws her purse over her shoulder and heads for the exit.

      A statuesque, prominent man with a military bearing and a charming smile, Kirill,