style="font-size:15px;"> Jeanne (rising from her chair): Vika? Well, I'll give it to her now. So, girls, Vicky, that red-breasted lapwing, whose daughter?
JULIA (aiming the spray at Joan): Well, my!
Jeanne (sits back in her chair): Good girl, pretty. You go easy on her, what's so child on the ass with a bag. The child loves affection. (Turns to his son) Go, Rudik, (shouts) go, draw, said! Take another pencil, there's a lot on the table over there. Don't swear at the girls (rudely) and don't tell me anything here.
He slaps Rudik's ass, and he runs off the stage back to the kids.
Jeanne smiles peaceably at the children.
He turns to Julia.
JEANNE: Children, what can you do? They were like that themselves.
JULIA: Well, Yes. (He turns to the children and shouts at his daughter.) Vika! Well, I returned the pencil to the boy and didn't want to take it back!
JEANNE: Come on, come on, what, let the girl draw. Good girl. It won't get any worse than mine.
Nellie languishes in anticipation, does not find a place for herself. He tries to squat down, lean against the wall, everything is uncomfortable, and finally gets up again.
NELLY: I didn't understand that there are only two chairs for the entire children's Department?
Why are you surprised? In our clinics, especially in state institutions… Thank you for putting up two chairs.
NELLIE: it's easy for You to talk, you're sitting down! I've been up since morning, and I haven't sat down for a minute. You know how much I want to land somewhere.
ZHANNA: there are no hopeless situations, (turns to Julia) isn't there a friend? If you want to land hard – land, the floor is large, there is a lot of space.
Nellie looks at her mothers with a puzzled expression and a disgusted appraisal of the floor.
NELLY: I was actually hoping that one of you would give me a seat. After all, you will be going soon, you will sit in the study for a while longer, and you have been sitting here for so long, and I will be here for a long time.
Julia: never mind, I'll go to the office soon, so you'll take my place. Sit down and relax. I don't see a problem here.
There is a roar from the children.
Julia jumps up from her seat.
JULIA: my God, Vika, how are you so unlucky…
Julia runs away to the children.
Nellie sneaks in and sits down in the empty chair.
NELLIE: Oooooooooo (stretches out her legs) how good it felt right away…
JEANNE: Yes… At such moments, you realize how little a person needs to be happy. I came home from the cold – and it's warm there. Happiness?
NELLIE: Well, Yes. Or when you run from the theater after a performance to the toilet and run first, while there is no queue yet. This is such happiness!!!
JEANNE: Oooh… Yes… However, this happiness is almost impossible. Almost always there is some trash that has time to rush forward.
NELLY: And not alone!
JEANNE: here! Which is quite a shame. And most importantly, you look, in men's clothes – so freely. They walk quietly back and forth, you look in while the door is open, and there are plenty of free places. So you envy the men, they generally have an easier life. And you have fifteen bodies ahead of you, and no one cares what's already gurgling in your ears. As you want, so get out…
NELLY: Yes, as you want? In our case, everything is as usual.
JEANNE: Here. You're a friend to the point. Every girl's middle name is patience. How much we have to suffer from them in life…
NELLIE: Oh, don't tell me. You have to suffer so much before you can get even a little warmth.
JEANNE: I have to. And what is interesting, every time on the same rake!
NELLIE: YES!
Laugh.
ZHANNA: but the conversation still started for happiness. So, when these "rakes" do not poison our lives, or at least do not poison us much, then this is also a great happiness. Isn't it?
NELLIE (after thinking it over, agrees): Happiness. But these "rakes" can not only poison life. That's when you're on a bus full of people and a man gives you a seat. This is also happiness!
JEANNE: OH, Yes, it is. Especially if there are several girls standing next to this man, and he gives way to you, this is generally ecstasy.
Laugh.
NELLIE: No, I would have split it up. When a man gives way, it is happiness. But when you see the fierce envious glances of other ladies that the place was given to you, that's ecstasy!
They both laugh.
Jeanne (holding out her hand like a man): Jeanne!
NELLY: Nelly! (holds out his hand in response).
Awkwardly shake hands, smile at each other.
Julia returns, sees that her place has been taken, puts her hands on her hips, looks at Nelly with displeasure.
JULIA: I'm having A lot of fun here. I've got a girl's forehead bruised, and they're grinning?
NELLIE: that's not what we're laughing about. We have a dispute about men.
JEANNE (corrects Nelly): About happiness!
Nellie looks at Jeanne and nods her head vaguely.
NELLY: About men and happiness. Where else to talk about this as in a children's clinic.
Nellie and Jeanne are laughing.
Julia shakes her head disapprovingly, with all the accumulated resentment goes to the office door, quickly pulls the handle.
JULIA (belligerently): So, how long can I sit there?
The door suddenly swings open and hits Yulia's forehead. Dina runs out of the office with a cheerful laugh, followed by a cheerful laughing woman doctor.
Julia falls to the floor, loses consciousness. Her daughter Vika comes running to her, sits on her knees, pats her mother on the head.
VIKA (softly, barely audible over the laughter of the women coming out of the office): Mom, mom, mom…
DINA (laughing merrily): I won! I told them they couldn't stand it and would look in! (reproachfully turns to the girls sitting on the chairs) Girls, how long can you sit? Well, you have the nerve. I thought I was going to lose the argument. I would have looked in ten times and blown the place to hell, but I got an appointment. And you are sitting… eh, the wrong generation is growing up, there is no core in you that was in our time.
DOCTOR (turns to a friend): Yes, Dina, a deal is a deal. Cahors next time with me.
DINA: Two! (Shows two fingers) We had
