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Comedy. Duration 1 hour.
ACTORS
MAKAR
NINA
JEANNE
OLEG
RITA
YANA
Four female roles can be played by two or three Actresses.
Street bench. Flashlight. The lights are dim.
A light lyrical composition plays.
With a sad look, haggard, hands in his pockets, Makar slowly comes out.
Dressed like a home. His shirt was worn, buttoned up and disheveled, his jeans were torn, and he was wearing Slippers.
Makar goes to the front of the stage, looks warily at the audience. Especially he pays close attention to the first rows, having sharpened his attention by choosing for himself some "victim" from the audience, which he looks at several times very warily with undisguised interest.
He sighs, looks at the "victim" again, makes an outrageous gesture with a nod of his head and leaves, sits down on the bench.
The music stops.
MAKAR (indignantly): No, well, it must be so-no? I managed to marry a girl with a typical appearance. Now where you do not go-everywhere it is in the eyes of imagining. It's like I miss her at home.
There is a nervous cry of his wife (a cry of discontent): Makar! Where did he go again? I'm not finished. Home quickly!
Makar jerks discontentedly in the direction of the scream, looks from under his brows, sighs heavily, gets up from the bench.
MAKAR (indignantly): yeah. Now … I'm Running and twitching like I want to go home.
He goes to the front of the stage, again glares at the "victim", looks away, but again he is all attention there.
He looks away again, sighs heavily, hands in his pockets, and walks across the stage.
MAKAR (indignantly): Here ask me an idiot or not? Get married at eighteen. Yeah, who does that? Instead of taking a deep breath of the long-awaited spirit of freedom, opportunities and desires, he took and put himself on a chain. Just got out from under parental care and then-on! I fell under the influence of my wife.
