Suicide or DAY FOR MARRIAGE. Play for 2 people - Николай Владимирович Лакутин Страница 4

my friendship with "earth" friends ended. But I'll tell you what… A woman is treacherous by nature. It doesn't matter whether she is from a rich class or from a poor one. She, one way or another, seeks to get what attracted her attention. The scale is different, but the essence and methods are about the same. I was disappointed in women, disappointed in men. Nevertheless, she found the strength to change her environment again. New job, new friends, new life. I even changed my apartment, my style of clothing, and, of course, my haircut.

GRISHA: Well… that's the first thing.

LIDA: this, by the way, is a very important moment and not only for women.

GRISHA: I Know. I've been long-haired and bald myself… now here, too, in an unusual style and form… Go on!

LIDA: AND … there's not much to go on. History repeated itself again.

Grisha looks down sympathetically.

Soft sad music is playing.

LIDA (heartfelt): It was so depressing. So everything is dimmed in an already not too colorful world. For whom to live, for what to suffer all this? No husband, no child… My family… it's still there somewhere… in the past. And my family, my own, which I dreamed of, which I aspired to…, I could not create. Tried… True, I tried, but… unable. I sat down in the kitchen in the evening and lit a candle. I congratulated myself through tears on my thirty-fifth birthday and, making a wish – an ultimatum, blew out the candle!

The music stops.

Gregory in bewilderment.

GRISHA: Desire is an ultimatum? I've never heard of it…

LIDA: do you Want to know what I made a wish for?

GRISHA: I'm interested, but … this is probably very personal…

LIDA: I'll say. I made a condition for myself. If I don't get married in twenty – four hours, then I don't have any more sense to live in the world! An empty life is what hell is. And I'm pretty sick of him.

Grisha does not immediately, carefully, having considered his actions and words, approaches Lida and sits down next to her.

GRISHA: AND… is there still time? The day hasn't ended since you blew out the candle?

Lida looks at Grisha with interest. Grisha looks with interest and responsibility at Lida.

Lida takes out her mobile phone and looks at the time.

LIDA: less than an hour Left. But what it will solve…

Puts the phone away. Cautiously, he glances at Grisha in fits and starts.

Grisha thoroughly thinks about something, gets up, moves away from Lida, goes to the Bush, pulls out a blade of grass, weaves it into a ring. Carefully glances at Lida in snatches, Lida turns sharply, as if she wasn't looking at what Grisha is doing there.

Grisha is coming to the Lido on the back.

GRISHA: In the end, we will always have time to get a divorce.

He sits down on one knee, and Lida turns at his words. Grisha holds out a ring made of grass.

GRISHA (in all seriousness): Marry me!

The "X" Moment. A quivering moment, a look of anticipation from Lida.

LIDA: What else?

GREGORY (angrily): What do you mean?"

LIDA: what do you Take me for? Marrying the first person you meet is the height of imprudence! I'm not like that.

Grisha gets up from his knee, indignantly squeezes his homemade ring and throws it far away.

GRISHA (indignantly): So! Citizen! Are you going to hang yourself in the end, or should I help you? The queue is already rampant! You're holding me up for nothing!

LIDA: I have almost an hour to spare, if anything. So that… if there are people in the queue who are suffering very much, then I am ready to let myself go ahead. Please, you're welcome. At the same time, I will see from the outside how it all happens. The nuances are there, fluttering… what else is there? That I, however, have no training, no experience… The first pancake is always a lump, so please…

Lida makes a compliant gesture to Grisha, letting him pass.

GRISHA (relieved): Well, finally.

Grisha takes his rope and walks busily to the branch. Quickly throws the rope, it remains for a small matter. Lida watches all this with a strange expression on her face.

LIDA: Aah… I got it! You did all this on purpose to beat me to the finish line!

Lida takes off and runs to kick the door.

Music!

There is a small skirmish, jostling, gesticulation, and struggle.

As a result, both characters fall next to each other, exhausted, panting, looking at each other with a share of resentment.

The music stops.

GRISHA: Taak…, well. So neither yourself nor people? Well, well… That's what you are. (Viewer) I was going to marry her. Thank God, life took me away. But something would…

LIDA (interrupting, furious): What would it be? What would it be? As if you were serious about marrying me! Yes, I immediately realized that you are just out of pity to distract attention. I would have agreed, I would have run home happy, and you would have taken a place on the branch! Oh, these men. They don't shy away from anything Holy, just to get their way. And here, by the way, feelings! And you can't play with it! Understand?

GREGORY (shouting): And you don't take me "on the line", do you Understand? What do you mean, understand?

LIDA (furiously): I don't understand!

GRISHA (shouts): What don't you understand?

LIDA (furiously): I understand everything!

GRISHA (shouts): If you understood, you'd be married by now, you fool!

LIDA (furiously): For whom, idiot?

GRISHA (shouts): Follow me, you idiot!

LIDA (furiously): It wasn't serious! You cheated!

GRISHA (shouts): It was serious! I liked you, and I made a decision! And you vyezhivatsya start! And I sit here unmarried, or rather just stay single!

Lida thinks about it.

A pause in the exchange.

LIDA (measured): Well … married