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Monopies. One female role
A one-act play.
(18+)
An explanatory note for the director is attached at the end of the play.
THE CHARACTERS OF
Lera.
Silence. Darkness. Dishes break with a clang and a crash.
Male voice (outraged cry). Lera, calm down! What makes you think I have someone?
Lera (loudly, violently). What makes me think that?
Again the fight of dishes.
Male voice (outraged cry). You fool! Now you're going to smash everything, what are you going to eat and drink from later?
Lera (loudly, furiously). Found something to take care of!
Again the fight of dishes.
Male voice (indignant cry of an attempt to dodge). Hey!
Again the fight of dishes.
Male voice (outraged cry). And if he hadn't dodged? Do you even think what you're doing? You invent all sorts of nonsense in your head, then you believe in it yourself and you snap at others. That's why all the men are running away from you. You're crazy! Specifically, it's crazy!
Lera (loudly, violently). Oh, so!
Again the clash of dishes, the ringing blows of slaps are heard. Sonorous spitting.
Lera (loudly, furiously). Here you are, parasite, here you are! Don't let me see you here anymore! (Interrupts herself.) No need to explain to me what kind of girl she is, at two o'clock in the morning she sends SMS after SMS, are you holding me for a fool? For God's sake! I've already packed your things, GET OUT!
Stomping, sounds of fighting, falling shelves, hangers. A loud slam of the door.
The light turns on smoothly.
A pretty battered Lera enters with a personalized mug in her hand (her hand is shaking – nerves), sipping seagulls.
Lera (surprised at herself). Heh…, there is still gunpowder in the flasks… Vitek is not a timid fellow, but she could still put him out the door. (Proudly addresses the viewer). Have you heard what pretty slaps were slapped! (Looks down at the floor, sniffs). To me.
