thing. There will be more money. A lot more!
Rough, an athletic guy, enters the conversation. His name is Raphael, but his name has long been abbreviated to Raph. His lips are constantly tight. He is dressed in a tracksuit, shod with sneakers. Rough is the most athletic of all, he has the biggest muscles. He very often strains his muscles. Sometimes imperceptible to others, sometimes noticeable. After each ride on a motorcycle, he always stretches his back, turning the torso left to right.
– What the matter? – Completely without emotion asks Raph, looking at Gray.
– We receive, package, deliver and sell goods.
– What kind of product? – Dimon is interested.
– What? what? Drugs!
– I do not like it. – Hardly heard says Tikhon Leshem.
Gray heard and fends.
– Good money just like that, no one anywhere gives.
In the conversation enters Leshy. Leshy constantly whistles or moos, some popular, melody. He often imitates someone’s voice.
– Do not drift. Caught, you say – I knew nothing.
Leshy imitates children’s voice. Depicts a guilty child. She says lisping.
– Uncle swung to take. Only mummy not speak, I beg.
Everybody laughs. Gray speaks without waiting for the end of laughter.
– Addicts will get the powder anyway. Not so we others will provide them. The money will be received by the one who is more courageous. Do you want to continue riding old motorbikes and be based in these ruins?
– I’m not against. – Dan agrees. – I need money. Tired of hunching for a penny.
– Earn on someone else’s problems? – Asks him Tikhon.
– My problems, for some reason, no one is interested. – Mount enters. – Why should I be interested in their problems? I, too, for. I, too, money does not interfere.
– Right. – Cheers Gray.
– For this they can plant. – Not appeasing Tikhon.
– For sure. – Dan is interfering. – Well, who will catch us? If you are afraid. Nobody holds you.
– Why should we land? – Continues to bend its line Gray. We’ll just deliver to people what they want.
Dan is spinning a key chain with keys on a string. Gray sees it and continues.
– Nobody judges sellers of ropes selling ropes to those who want to hang themselves. Right?
Dimon plays a comb like a knife, rotating the comb between his fingers. Gray shows on comb.
– And sellers of knives, do not judge for domestic murder. We just deliver the goods to the customer. We do not force him to use this powder. This is their choice. And here we are?
AT PARK
City, two-way street. On the one side of this street is a sidewalk, directly adjacent to the roadway. The pavement is separated from the roadway by a fence.
On the other side of the road is the entrance to the city park. On the landing there are gates behind which begins an alley that goes into the depths of the park. The site is fenced from lawns with a small fence. In this fence there is one opening, where the pavement adjoins the site.
On the very edge of this sidewalk, stands Fred’s motorcycle. On a motorcycle hang portraits and cartoons of famous people. Next to the motorcycle, in a folding chair, sits Fred. He is holding a tablet with paper. He paints a portrait of a girl sitting in another folding chair.
The girl is not sitting smiling. Fred turns to her.
– Smile, a serious face is not yet a sign of intelligence, all nonsense in this world is done with a serious facial expression.1
– Lucky you, you know how to draw. You are talented. – Sighs a girl.
– If you repeat, a hundred times a day, – What I am not talented, how unhappy I am. Then you will become unhappy and untalented. This is called self-hypnosis.
In the conversation enters a man watching painting.
– Even if I’ve been repeating for a year, how capable and talented I am. I still can not draw anything.
– It is necessary not only to repeat. – Fred answers. – Need to draw. Draw a lot.
– How to draw, if you can not. – Man states profoundly.
– Do you drive?
– Well.
– You studied. And not born with this skill.
– Found, too, with what to compare. – Looking on the sides, and looking for support from the others, the man grins.
– Everyone can learn if they want. – Fred continues. – At first, the people you draw will be a little like people. Then it looks like people, but not those you draw. And over time, the drawings will turn out more and more similar to those whom you draw. The main thing is the desire and exercise. A lot of exercise.
Fred notices on the far side of the site, a billboard with an advertisement for an X-firm LCD monitor, flexible as a fabric.
– See, already LCD monitors similar to the fabric produced. – He thinks out loud.
A man and some passers-by turn and look towards a billboard.
At the base of the billboard, the Leshy (Goblin) sitting on a motorcycle, talking to a nondescript pedestrian guy. Looking around, they exchange something, trying to do it imperceptibly.
Suddenly from two sides, the sounds of police sirens begin to come closer. Police cars are approaching, two cars on each side of the street. Police overlap both exits from the site.
The guy standing next to the motorcyclist, begins somehow awkwardly twitching in different directions. Then, looking around, he quickly runs to the fence of the park, jumps over it, and, wagging between the trees and bushes, is lost sight of.
Motorcyclist takes off and drives towards the entrance to the central avenue of the park. Seeing that he cannot enter the park through the turnstiles, the motorcyclist does not stop, but only slows down a little, turns towards the exit from the site. Passing a little towards the police cars, and seeing that the police blocked the road tightly, he turned on the gas and turned around, leaving a black tire mark, blue smoke and the smell of burning rubber on the road. Turning around, he goes the other way, but there, too, the road is completely blocked by police
The words of Baron Munchhausen from Mark Zakharov’s film “That Munchhausen”, staged after the play by Gregory Gorin “The Most True”.
