Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4. Nikolay Lakutin
out to meet her, leading his son Dima by the hand.
The man's face glows with nobility, calmness. He smiles affectionately and affectionately.
He pauses in the corridor and assesses the situation.
The mummies don't take their eyes off him, who is completely focused on the object.
Not weak interest and sympathy is read in the eyes of every mother.
Julia stops as she passes the man. She doesn't want to leave. But he doesn't find an excuse to stay. She is captured, waiting for developments.
Act two
KIRILL: Hello, lovely ladies. Everyone is in a good mood, which is probably not so easy to do in this type of institution.
Girls exhale. Their faces turn into charmed smiles.
KIRILL: I understand that everyone is in the fifth office?
ZHANNA, NELLY (chorus, gently): Yes!
KIRILL: Great. And who is the extreme one?
Nellie raises her hand like a schoolgirl. Her eyes Express the look of a kitten who asks for a pen.
Cyril notices her and smiles at Nellie.
KIRILL: I Understand, fine, I'll follow you then.
NELLIE (affectionately): Well.
Kirill comes closer to the office, looks for a place to Crouch, and the ladies watch him.
CYRIL: Hmm… funny. There's nowhere to sit. But nothing.
The man squats down and puts the child on one knee.
Ladies watch as the man famously solved the issue of seats.
JEANNE: Oh, what a good boy. What's your name?"
KIRILL: are you talking about the child or about me?
The ladies start laughing foolishly all at once, trying to make a greater impression on the man.
CYRIL: (smiling): My name is Kirill, and the guy's name is Dima.
ZHANNA: very nice, I'm Zhanna, I also have a little son, Rudik.
Jeanne shouts to her son and waves at him.
ZHANNA: Rudik, my son, come here and see what a good boy Dima is. Go get acquainted soon. (Turns to Cyril's son) Dimochka, hi, I'm aunt Zhanna. What happened to you? Sick?
Dima: Yes.. Rudik
comes and looks at Dima with a hostile, frowning look.
ZHANNA (to her son): Well, I held out my hand, as men say Hello. He held out his hand.!
Rudik holds out his hand. Dima holds out his hand in response.
Nellie calls her daughter
NELLY: Marinochka, my daughter, run quickly here, go meet the boy.
Marina comes running with pencils in her hand.
NELLY (refers to Cyril): I – Nellie, and my daughter's name is Marina, let's get acquainted.
CYRIL: (smiling): Very nice to meet you.
Children are standing, looking at each other. Marina and Rudik run away to draw again.
Julia looks at the whole thing, takes her daughter's hand, and returns to the office.
YULIA: AND my name is Yulia, my daughter is Vika.
KIRILL: Let's get acquainted, Kirill, Dima (points to his son).
JEANNE (Julia): I didn't understand, but why did you come back? You have already been accepted? It seems to have already left, again drawn.
YULIA (without taking her eyes off Kirill): Yes, I remembered that there is still something to clarify. But I'm on a first-come, first-served basis. I'll be right behind you, Kirill. All right?
NELLIE (indignantly): you don't need to borrow. Walk in front of me, I'll skip it, you won't be long.
JEANNE: Well, we are not people. Walk in front of me. Now directly and come in with Vika, this aunt will come out of the office and immediately come in, we will wait (turns to Nelly). We'll wait, won't we?
NELLIE: Of course, what's the conversation about? Go first, Julia, it's still your turn, by the way.
Zhanna: By the way, Yes!
YULIA (without taking her eyes off Kirill): Oh, no, girls, thank you, I'll wait. We are not in a hurry.
VIKA: Mom? Should I go to practice?
JULIA: A.... we're already late anyway. There's no hurry now. You know what? Go home, my daughter, and I'll come in and ask the doctor, because you don't have to be here. Go home, do your homework, and I'll be here for a long time, you see, two aunts and (gently) a man.
VIKA: Really? Cool. Well, that's it, I'll go home then.
Vika joyous runs away from the stage.
JULIA (looking pityingly at Cyril): Yes… and there's really nowhere to sit down.
Julia bridges, attracting the attention of a man, shows with all her appearance how uncomfortable she is and how hopeless her situation is.
KIRILL: (looking at Yulia's maneuvers, he turns to her): It really hurts to look at Vichy wanderings, I would be happy to offer you something, but there is nothing to offer except the second knee.
Moms laugh, appreciating the joke. Julia laughs the loudest. The laughter stops.
JULIA (seriously): I agree.
Yulia approaches Kirill, who is taken aback, and sits down on his second knee next to Dima.
JULIA (playfully turns to Dima): Hi! We're neighbors now! What's up?
DIMA: It's okay, aunt Yul. How are you doing?"
JULIA (enthusiastically): I remember! He remembered me! How nice. Oh, I'm fine. My daughter has been discharged and you will soon recover. What happened to you?
DIMA: I have a sore Throat.
CYRIL: purulent sore throat!
Julia jumps off her knee as if scalded and runs away, hiding behind Nelly and Jeanne.
All moms show excitement and apprehension, looking at Dima.
JULIA: It's contagious!
KIRILL: I was joking. We had too much ice cream on the weekend. Vaughn's own voice has also sat down (clears his throat).
The mothers laugh vaguely, a broken, unnatural laugh.
ZHANNA (to Cyril): And what do you do with the child to the clinic, why not the wife?
The other moms show genuine interest in the man's response.
KIRILL: WHAT's the big deal? Aren't men allowed in here?
NELLY: no, Why not. You can, of course. It's just that men don't meet here very often. Usually mothers take children to the reception. And in General, in General, mothers are usually more engaged in children. No?
Cyril takes his son off his knee.
KIRILL (son): Go, Dima, draw while there with Marina and Rudik.
The boy leaves.
KIRILL (sadly): Usually… Usually, I think so. But I don't have a wife. Die in childbirth.
NELLY, JEANNE, JULIA (together they cover their mouths with their hands in fright): Ah!
The office door opens and Dina comes out, looking pleased.
DINA: Uh, well, everything seems to have been discussed, now I won't come for a long time.
Jeanne jumps up from her seat and turns to Dina with a panicked look of hope.
JEANNE: How about everything? About everything? And about cucumbers and tomatoes and the whole crop?
DINA (quite): Yes!
JEANNE: And what about seeds and winter crops?
DINA (quite): Yes!
JEANNE: AND about pensions?
DINA (quite waving her hand):