Well, do you communicate? Helps, probably, all the same?
NELLIE (waving her hand): Yeah, talking. He doesn't even wish the child a happy birthday, much less me. There, the young woman turned his head thoroughly. He has a completely different life for a long time. We became strangers.
CYRIL: it turns out…
NELLY: what?
KIRILL: it turns out that we are comrades in misfortune, in a way.
NELLIE (smiles): So it turns out.
Dima returns with the drawing.
DIMA: everything is fine, I finished it (shows the drawing).
Kirill looks at the drawing.
KIRILL: Well, Yes, that's better. Aunts, uncles, children, umbrellas from the sun, towels, this is probably a blanket (asks, pointing to the drawing)?
DIMA: Yes.
KIRILL (Dima): Wait, where are we? Am I missing something?
Dima points at the drawing with his finger.
CYRIL: that's it?
DIMA: Yes.
KIRILL: Wait, I don't understand. But there are four people under the fungus. And there are two of us with you
, aren't there? : I just really want there to be four of us the next time we go to the beach. You, me, mom and sister.
Dad makes a duck-like gesture with surprise but approval.
CYRIL: that's Interesting.
NELLY: can I see it?
Kirill hands the drawing to Nelly. She studies him carefully, smiling.
Marina also goes to the drawing, also looks.
MARINA (seriously): She looks like me (pointing).
NELLIE (half laughing): Indeed, there are similarities.
DIMA: Well, that's right, I drew my sister from Marina.
There is an awkward pause.
Cyril and Nellie look at each other.
Kirill takes the drawing, looks at it, then looks at Marina, then at Nelly, then at the drawing.
KIRILL: Well, then… I don't mind.
Nellie takes the picture gently from his hands, Kirill, is also looking at the picture, then dim, then to Cyril. Then he looks down at the drawing.
NELLY: Yes, I am, in General, too.
Cyril and Nelly stare into each other's eyes.
Marina carefully takes the drawing from her mother's hand. He stares at the drawing, then at Dima, then at the drawing, then at Kirill, then at the drawing, then at his mother.
MARINA: I agree, too.
Kirill: Well, then… (pulls his son closer, hugs him)
Nelly and Marina also come, Kirill hugs them, they hug everyone.
KIRILL: Then… then we wish good luck to our new crew and a good journey together!
Loud and effective music!
A CURTAIN
Play for five, six or seven people "Honest announcement"
ACTORS
MOM – a short, cheerful old woman of 66 years;
YURA – son, "sitting on the neck" of the mother. Tall fellow 36 years old.
SANEK is a friend of Yura, a darling of fate, about 40 years old.
DARIA is the first candidate for a relationship, 28 years old.
ARINA is the second candidate for a relationship, 35 years old.
MILANA is the third candidate for a relationship, 42 years old.
KAPITOLINA is the fourth candidate for a relationship, 18 years old.
Not all female roles of relationship candidates overlap, they can be played by 4.3 or 2 Actresses.
Yura's Hobbies are fooling around, making faces, gesticulating, and imitating. Therefore, special attention should be paid to the roles of this character in relation to the clarity of facial expressions and artistry in General. This is important!
ACT ONE
MOM AND YURA's apartment
Hall.
A table, two stools (strong, will "fly"), a sofa, a TV, a wardrobe (not heavy, so that my mother could move it), bookshelves (one of which will later move) things and other attributes that correspond to a residential home is not rich environment.
Quiet, calm music is playing. Not a bright light.
In an apron, cheerful all in the process of cooking, a short mother bustles into the room. Carries a saucer of sliced bread. Puts it on the table, hurries to the kitchen.
After a while, my mother appears again, holding a saucepan and a cutting Board. Puts everything on the table, hurries to the kitchen, brings two spoons, a salt shaker, and napkins to the hall. It stands, looks carefully at the table, calculates something. She remembers that she hasn't reported it yet, runs to the kitchen, returns with a teapot and two mugs. He looks at the table contentedly.
The music stops.
He takes off his apron, turns around, and calls his son.
MOTHER (affectionately, loving, caring): Yuri? My son? Time to get up. The porridge is getting cold. (Walks across the room, puts two stools at the table, turns around, sees that his son has not yet arrived, continues to call) Yurochka Wake up, dear, Breakfast is ready!
With the face swollen from sleep, in half – lowered family underpants of a very intricate style, which his mother-old woman obviously sewed for him (it is highly desirable to make to order or sew something unconventionally funny on her own), yawning and stretching, reluctantly, a bumpy son, a tall fellow, passes into the hall. In his hand, he has a crumpled t-shirt, which he tries to straighten out and determine where the front is and where the back is. Puts it on, but, as it turns out, on the left side. The thick seams of the fabric clearly protrude, attracting attention.
MOTHER (affectionately, loving, caring): Son, please come to the table, how did you sleep? You don't look happy. Did you have a bad dream?
YURA (yawning): No, not really… Sleep is just fine. Everything was even good there, but not enough.
MOTHER (curiously): How interesting, but what did you dream? What's not enough?
Yura looks at her mother with a strange look. He's confused, and he knows he shouldn't have said that.
YURA (wagging): Nuuu…, how to say… (Abruptly changes the tactics of defense to attack, paying attention to the
