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Lyrical Comedy in two acts for 1 hour 20 minutes
Actor
Andrew is an unkempt man on stage celebrating his 40th birthday alone. In life, he did not achieve any success. He was married twice, both times unsuccessfully, had fleeting Affairs, but he has been alone for three years. No friends, no girlfriends, no children. At work, he is an ordinary Manager. Long already grew from his chairs, but raise his no one not hurry. A miserable, dreary existence, with no promise of good things to come.
Alena-for several years the mistress of a family man. Very well-groomed sexy girl. She was 37 years old. She's not too happy. Tries to be always beautiful, charming, a little playful to cling, excite and excite the emotions of the man coming to her. But it is not too not conducted it in the first place, redeeming the family. All this she understands, but what to do with it-does not know. I don't want to be alone.
Scene
The actions are parallel in two different apartments on one stage that the audience can see, but supposedly you can see the actors.
The apartment of a loser bachelor (mess, tastelessness and apathy of any kind to design steps) and the apartment of a mistress-Alena, the complete opposite. Everything is very neat, clean, well-groomed and tasteful.
Act one
One
A man appears on the stage with a glass of wine, makes absurd rushes around his apartment, not from haste, but from idleness, and not understanding where to put himself. He pauses in thought at the window.
Andrew: She comes every time. It was as if he was deliberately tormenting an already wounded heart. He knows I can't think of anything but what's tearing me up. Stinker… female breed, that say… This cruel, insidious, powerful and invincible night…
(Lyrical music sounds, Andrei approaches the edge of the stage in thought and addresses the audience in his reflections).
Andrew: Forty years. A
(He goes back to the window and looks out.)
Andrew: Oh-Oh, look at them, Oh… (he spreads his hands.) Kiss… embrace… love each other. At least they think they do. I used to think so, too. Here is so same behaved on sidewalk with a, that was dreaming its kiss and neatly was holding under back (shows, as kept). She was shy, very shy and shy. I never kissed her, I saw that she wanted it too, but was not ready. He didn't want to embarrass himself or her. So it all ended on otdyhatelnoe basis and unfulfilled dreams.
(Looks the other way, concentrating on the other pair still in the window.)
Andrei: Yes, and as you I, too, was. Young, hot. Oh, Oh, well, these are not shy, kissing, directly frankly, completely surrendering to each other. I so, too, did (goes to table with wine and some snack, communicates with the viewer). Angelica, as it is now, remember. At first I thought that the name she came up with, and he wasn't in the passport as it was written. I still remember her face when she showed me her passport after my week-long attacks on it. I understand, got. Of course I did. But I understand that now. And then realized only when a lost person. Though… what's changed? I and now one and now in the loneliness begin to see clearly as never…
(He fills his glass with wine, returns to the window. Looks the in him, then in hall).
Andrew: recently, the window is for me the only outlet in life. Nights are very hard. Because you're alone at night. And then it gets really scary. Because they begin to torment the facts about a life lived unsuccessfully, about achievements that do not exist, about love that did not save, about children that did not deserve…(she ruffles her hair.) All this is like a snowball rolls up to the throat, and there is no escape from it. How many books reread, how many films revised. Understanding began to come, and the time is lost.
(He exhales heavily, nods at the reflection in the window and at pathos.)
Andrey: Happy birthday to me, Andrey Petrovich!
(In apartment is dealt telephone phone call, from which Andrei slightly bounces, spilling wine on shirt. The actor shows the viewer sincere surprise and misunderstanding, who could it be).
Andrew: Strange? (she puts the glass on the table, he shakes his shirt hastily, hurries to the phone, picks it up) Hello?
(A pleasant female voice sounds.)
Alena: Hello. Where are you now?"
Andrew (dumbfounded): I'm home…
Alyona: and what the hell?
Andrew: what do you mean?
Alain: In what sense? I've been waiting for you for an hour. I sit here like a fool, and you… you…
(Alena hangs up. Frequent short beeps are heard. Face Andrei expresses not the amusing confusion, not the anger, word, confusion with mimic admixtures madman).
Andrei: As something directly even sensed themselves a bastard on a second (hangs up). What was that all about?
(Phone rings again, Andrei looks at him with sarcasm).
Andrew: to take – not to Take?
(Picks up the receiver.)
Alyona: have you conscience at all there is?
Andrew: Well, up to this point it was assumed that it is available in some quantity (the smile on her face suggests that he realizes that the girl got the wrong number).
Alyona: in what such a numbers she have you there there is? Andrew!
(Andrei's grin fades as soon as he hears his name on the phone, he becomes alert.)
Alena: I do not understand, I wait for you at all, or not?
Andrew (in confusion): Wait…
Alyona: I Wait another ten minutes and then I leave. Forever (hangs up)!
Andrew: Strange citizen. He knows my name. Where is she waiting for me?
(Andrew hangs up, walks around the apartment in thought).
Andrey: there would be a determinant of the number… So I would call back to clarify. But nothing. And the sad thing is, she'll be gone in ten minutes. Forever! (adds mockingly) from someone… (he pauses.) I wonder from whom? (He goes to the window, looks there, turns to the auditorium.) Did she have the wrong number or not? Could this be a prank? If so, she's a professional actress. What if it's not a hoax? No, I don't remember negotiating anything like that with anyone. But what if it was fate? What if this is my last chance? (Adds) was.
(Andrew wakes up from the fact that chatted on the phone. Remembers that shirt urgently needs to be faded until the stain is thoroughly soaked, take it off).
Andrey: will the stranger Call again? I wish she'd call again. Whatever the turmoil, it has a pleasant aroma, a fragrance I haven't felt in a long time… (leave the stage.)
Two
On stage under the sad music comes out of Alan. Enters, drooping, in its apartment, weary is abandoning a bag, throws off cloak. He goes to the bed and falls on it without taking off his shoes, uttering several tearful exclamations. Andrey in a t-shirt comes back from a bathroom to the apartment, having put a basin with the soaked shirt in a visibility zone of the spectator.
Andrew: but it was my best birthday! It would seem – why? But the answer is simple enough. Emotions. These few calls created a storm of emotions in me, a forty-year-old man, and made it clear that I am still able to live, feel, love, and even foolishly youthful hope for something (addresses the hall). Jesus was right when he said, "Be like children," right. Because it is the children's spontaneity, purity and unambiguity, the truthfulness of all its essence breaks all the boundaries of the barricades so diligently erected by adults that do not allow not only to act, but even just breathe freely! Breathe… how long had it been since I'd breathed so easily? I forgot what it's like to breathe. Inhale the scent of happiness in the air… and they say that all this love is an illusion… noooooooo, illusion as times around the the rest of the.