The play "My other people's lives"
Comedy for 1 person. One male role.
Duration 1 hour.
ACTOR
ALEXANDER is an experienced theater and film actor.
All rearrangements of the set design are performed by the assistant Director in front of the audience in a subdued light, to music, this will give you the opportunity to switch, relax, spend the past episode in your mind and prepare for a new scene. This move is also provided for cutting out time for the actor to have time to change for the next scene.
1 scene. LOVER
Soft, intricate music plays, which ends abruptly and a woman's heart-rending scream is heard.
The CRY of a WOMAN (fearful): AAAAAAAAAAA! No… you got it all wrong, stop, stop, I'm begging you!!! It's not like that! It's not like that! Stop it! Noooooooooooo!
The sound of breaking glass is heard.
The curtain is opening!
From the window she jumps out and falls zapoloshnye Alexander.
He is wearing a ragged shirt, one sock on his leg, and his underpants are in place, though on the left side, and slightly lowered, which the inquisitive eye of the viewer can notice.
His trousers and jumper are crumpled in his hand.
Alexander hastily leaves the territory next to the window, finds a secluded place, tries to catch his breath, and hurriedly dresses.
ALEXANDER (with shortness of breath, to the audience): What is most offensive, I haven't even done anything yet, just entered, as comrade Saakhov from the Caucasian captive would say. However, the situation here is somewhat different. I did go further than that in my intentions, but… alas, not as far as I had planned.
He finishes putting on his trousers and jumper and realizes that one sock and one Shoe are missing.
He nods his head sadly, glancing toward the window.
He puts his hands in his trousers.
ALEXANDER (to the audience, reproachfully): Yes, gentlemen! It also happens that the docking has not yet taken place, and you are already defeated! Well, at least convicted and almost punished!
What exactly did I do? Well, I met a lady. We are no longer youngsters, it is clear that we do not need much time for talking and rocking. Still, everyone understands what's what!
Theoretically, I might not have known she was married at all! Theoretically. Why jump on me right away with a tire iron? This, after all, is not pedagogical, ethical, or hygienic! Why the hell do people keep a tire iron in their apartments anyway? Know, I'm not the first…
