the soul teases from the inside.
What kind of invisible edge
Touch the viewer's heart inside.
Especially when that viewer is a virgin.
Father's beautiful creation.
There is no room for gratitude here.,
We should delight You to no end.
You should be exalted as the mother of creation,
All that is left of the once man.
Men are stingy to the point of ecstasy,
Meanwhile, You are our daily talisman.
Forgive us, we didn't appreciate everything,
To see a part is given to us from everything.
And what they saw, they immediately ruined,
And we ourselves suffer from it.
I understand, a lot of grief was given,
The offense fed You sometimes,
And you meanwhile as, restrained sea,
You lead us like a wave.
Thank you for your patience and care,
For all the things we don't understand.
You are the books of wisdom! And we are on the binding,
We are used to sculpting them.
Pleasant soft music is playing.
Alexander distributes all the roses, makes his way to the stage, and after blowing everyone a kiss, enclosing it in a figurative heart.
The music stops.
The Director's annoyed voice is heard through the megaphone (a businesslike, not too positive voice in the recording): So, Sasha, in General, it will go, the suit fits well, the flowers are in place, but what kind of poems? What does Geneva have to do with it? What is this mixed-style speech of the seventeenth and twentieth centuries? So! So, to bring everything to a common denominator, to give commonality and to revise the text. Tomorrow we will rehearse this episode in a different interpretation!
Alexander obediently listens to everything, instantly losing his charm, becoming an "ordinary gray man".
ALEXANDER (to the Director, obediently): Well, I'll review some episodes, try to fix all the flaws tomorrow.
Alexander leaves the stage in a drooping mood.
ZTM.
4 scene. FRIEND
Plays music in the style of chanson.
In a bandit cap, in an Olympic jacket, in a sporty style, with a swaggering gait with a bottle of beer in his hand, Alexander comes on stage a little haggard. The complete opposite of the image of the previous scene, it is desirable that people in the audience hardly recognize the same actor in it.
The music stops.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): Yeah, we had a nice walk with rootie that night. I woke up recently.
He yawns, puts the bottle aside, puts his hands in his trousers, and sits down in a chair, leaning back to the maximum and stretching out his legs.
ALEXANDER (to the audience, in a pribandichennoy manner of communication): All the same, don't say anything, but a friend is a friend! This is the most important thing in a kid's life! There is no reliable real friend, consider you a nobody! Empty space. Because you are judged by your friends. An old saying, but true: "Tell me who your friend is, and I'll tell you who you are."
I approached this issue carefully. My father has been telling me since I was a child: "Look, Sanek! Choose your friends so that they can always cover your ass at the right time." And I'll tell you, it's not an easy job to rally a loyal and reliable team around you. So much slag among people, it's easy… Here you look…, like nothing parnyaga. Says everything correctly, thinks in the right direction, and even does something in life. And as the smell of fried, look – swam comrade… Not… As stated in the song Vysotsky: "There aren't many real wild ones, so there aren't any leaders." Just like in life. There are a lot of people, but people… almost not.
He gets up from the chair and walks across the stage, blowing one nostril on the floor and wiping his nose with his hand.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): I was looking for a friend. Tried. I looked at situations. Again I searched, again I compared, made conclusions, and again I searched. And I even at a certain point began to doubt at all that real male friendship exists. So, I thought, only in movies show, but in books write different hacks. They don't care… sit and think. Writers, by the way, are usually reserved and unsociable people themselves. And they have such friends that they are real… However, I do not know, I do not know personally, but I suspect that they are all science fiction writers and dreamers.
Once I got stuck with the friendship, two got stuck. The third time already thought. What do I need it for? How is it here? You are always ready to answer for yourself, but for someone else… That's a question. With whom to crush the bubble – this has never been a problem. With whom to go out – also zavsegda company will pick up. And it is better to solve serious issues yourself. Here, even if you've made a mistake, you can sort it out yourself. You know where everything is and for what. You don't have to find anyone to blame. So there are advantages. You don't need to spend money on birthdays, you don't have to listen to whining for life. Free time car. You don't owe anyone anything. I got a call from a… friend at the time. Help me, he says, dig a hole in the garage so that the car can be repaired conveniently. I just got out of the shower after my shift. I'm lying on the couch, sipping a beer, and here's your application. Of course, all I really wanted to do at that moment was dig a hole for someone in a stuffy, dusty garage on the outskirts of town, where I still had to manage to get through traffic. The limit of dreams, of course. So after all, it is inconvenient to refuse, a friend after all. How can I not help my friend? What kind of friend would I be?
Dressed, Packed, and headed out. I spent two days on this good cause. Then in the end everything collapsed, he drove a concrete mixer and brought everything to zero. And the car, he says, I'll fix it in the service, if you need anything. That's what friendship is.
Or here, too, was a friend. Moved three times a year. We don't hire movers if you have friends. Sure, I got a call, hi, can you help me?
I hesitated to take these baths of his to the ninth or fourteenth floor. He really gave me a present. On the sixth floor of the oven. It was easier there. Every time a new building, the elevators are not connected yet. Furniture, clothes… In General, I spat on it all when I first came down with my back. This friendship costs me dearly.
Curiously, if I need something, then somehow miraculously everyone is busy. Who went to the country, who dries up after drinking, who works hard at their parents ' dacha. Or they just don't pick up the phone, as they know that I'm calling for a reason.
Don't… guys, this is something… not friendship this, and stupidly use and obtaining benefits in those or other circumstances. Remember your friends, how they met, how they communicated. Everyone first of all tries to find out in what circles you communicate, what you breathe, what garters you
