Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4. Nikolay Lakutin

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that he is gone, whispers in the direction of the bed, corresponding to the situation by changing the intonation.

      YULECHKA: (in a whisper, to her lover) You've got three minutes to get ready, come on, get laid!

      A man starts to get out from under the bed, a door slams from the bathroom, and Philip quickly returns to the room without his shirt. He smiles affectionately and flirts.

      The man fussily crawls back under the bed. Philip doesn't notice him.

      PHILIPP: Sorry, another bite, I'm so hungry, I just had a Cup of tea at work, and everything here is so delicious.

      He grabs something from the table and puts it in his mouth.

      Yulechka runs up to Philip, passionately stroking his back, scratching his stomach with her claws, moaning.

      JULIA: (very sexy) Yleaaaa, I can not, rather, in the shower, rather. Let's go there together, and we'll eat later…

      Yulechka drags Philip into the bathroom, and a man hastily, cautiously crawls out from under the bed, grabs his things, and leaves the apartment.

      ZTM.

      PHILIP'S HOUSE

      Yana is sitting in a chair, knitting something, listening to music in large headphones. She looks quite presentable, this is not a typical housewife. Makeup, manicure, hairstyle, high – heeled shoes, dress is not at home. She closes her eyes from time to time, listening to the musical motifs and getting great pleasure from them, dances, bringing out the rhythm with the movements of her head.

      The door opens and a grim-faced Philip enters. His wife doesn't see him, and he doesn't look at his wife. He takes off his jacket, hangs it on a hanger at the entrance, takes out his mobile phone, scrolls through something, puts the phone away with a dejected expression, and, taking a step towards the room, suddenly freezes in confusion, looking at his wife.

      His wife does not see him, she is interested in knitting and music.

      PHILIPP: (in doubt) Dear?

      The wife does not hear, only dances to herself and knits.

      PHILIPP: (loud) Yana?

      The wife starts in surprise, takes off her headphones, but continues knitting.

      YANA: (calmly, without emotion) what are you making noise about?.. What happened?

      PHILIPP: (thoughtfully) No, it's just… Are you waiting for someone? the

      Wife looks at her husband strangely, the husband looks at his wife strangely.

      YANA: (angrily) What's going on?

      : (jealously) Yes, nothing starts. It's just that the husband suddenly returns from a business trip, and the wife, you know, is sitting all dressed up, in heels, listening to music, knitting, getting high. How should I react to all this? (Shouts) What's going on in my house?

      YANA: (calmly) Hmm… so if the wife is sitting at home not as a chuvyrla, but as a woman, if she gets high, then she is already in fact to blame for something?

      PHILIP: (jealous, shouting) Yes!

      YANA: (angrily) Hmm.

      PHILIP: (jealous, shouting) There are no happy wives! If the wife is happy, it means that there is some parasite that makes her happy behind her husband's back. (Shouts) Where is he?

      Philip begins to rush around the apartment, looking for a lover. The wife sits quietly in a chair knitting, puts on an earpiece, continues to have fun.

      Philip checks everything that is possible, approaches his wife, looking for a trick. My wife listens to music, doesn't respond to it.

      Philip removes the headphones from his wife's head, bends down, and looks intently into her eyes.

      YANA: (calmly) I'm listening to you carefully, Philip Georgievich!

      PHILIPP: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around!

      Yana looks at her husband quite calmly, making eyes at him.

      PHILIPP: (shouts) You.... this… You know what? You don't give me that here… Because this isn't it!

      JAN: (sarcastic tone) Here you are! PHILIP

      : (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around! Yana! Yana stop! I demand satisfaction!

      Yana nervously throws aside the ball, gets up from the chair.

      YANA: (seriously, shouting) Who insulted you, caught you, or humiliated you? The soup is on the stove, not yet cold, as I knew, I started cooking late. In the freezer ice cream is your favorite, yesterday I took it, I thought you would come – you will be happy. True, I waited not today, but as promised, but what does this change? Everything is ready. The house is tidy, the wife is in place. Why are you bothering me? Set up an interrogation here. Shoes, dress? Well, I bought it today. I tried it on, but I haven't taken it off yet. Make-up, hairstyle for this case navayala, I wanted a little pokayfovat. Have fun, damn it! All the mood is ruined!

      Yana sits back in the chair, arms folded and pouting.

      PHILIPP: (calmly) Vooot. Now I believe you. Shouting, nervous, sulking… it's all right, I'm home.

      Philip goes into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together contentedly.

      PHILIPP: (speaking softly to the audience, as if to himself) The best defense is a good offense.

      Philip winks at the audience and disappears behind the wall.

      YANA: (with resentment) What a man…

      shakes his head, takes off his fancy shoes, picks up the discarded ball, puts it on the chair, takes away the headphones and shoes.

      They return to the room together.

      Philip is already at home, nods contentedly, wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes the newspaper and sits down on a chair. Yana stands up, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband from under her brows.

      YANA: (with resentment) HOW's the soup?

      : (calmly, without looking up from the newspaper) Normally.

      YANA: (sadly) Normally…

      Yana shakes her head in resignation and is about to go to the kitchen, but her husband stops her.

      PHILIPP: Wait a minute. Come here to me.

      Yana

      approaches her husband, Philip grabs her, puts her on his lap, Yana involuntarily smiles through her sadness.

      YANA: Well, stop it… the

      Wife is not particularly, but still, as if trying to escape.

      PHILIPP: (serious)

      YANA: (looking away, calmly) Love.

      Philip puts his hands on his wife's head. Kiss.

      ZTM FOREST

      Lightning flashes, thunder is heard, the sound of rain. The light flashes. Semi-darkness

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