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

JULIA (playing along): What are you, my daughter, how could you think such a thing about me?.. I firmly believe that there are such coincidences in life. At least, no one has ever had it, but you have.

VIKA: I don't know what's going on. That's just like training, so this ache attacks. Straight twists all (shows how it turns), shivers, turns out. My throat aches, my nose squishes, my ear shoots, my knee crunches, my side aches.

JULIA: and the head?

VIKA: does it hurt!

YULIA: AND here (shows), under the ankle?

VIKA: Does it hurt!

YULIA: Left hand (raises her left hand)?

VIKA: Hangs like a whip (shows)!

JULIA: And of course my ass hurts… my

Daughter is thinking…

VIKA: Pop? No, there's nothing wrong with my butt, it doesn't hurt.

JULIA (in all seriousness): Does it hurt? Are you sure?

VIKA: Absolutely!

JULIA: so, now it will hurt!

Starts whipping her daughter with her purse on the soft spot.

They run around the stage, Vika tries to Dodge, screams, and her mother catches up with her, completing her aim.

The door of the office opens, and a stern doctor in a medical gown looks out.

THE doctor (in a rough, indignant voice): Can you keep it down? People work here! I can't hear what's going on in a person's lungs because of you! I can't even hear your breath, so scream.

The doctor slams the door behind him.

Mom, taking advantage of the opportunity, while the daughter was distracted a couple of times hits her purse on a known place.

Jea

JEANNE (instructive): Vooot! That's right! Children need to be raised!

Jea

JEANNE: They must be kept in a tight grip from the very childhood, otherwise they will bloom, then it will be too late.

Jea

From the office, the doctor can be heard growling:

DOCTOR (furiously): Close the door, I'll call!

The son of Jea

The lady closes the door, looks skeptically around the corridor, stops her gaze on the mother with the child.

JEANNE (busily): Also in the fifth?

JULIA: Yes! I here is so, too, looked, so me inadequate called!

JEANNE (busily): Not adequate?

JULIA: Yes!

ZHANNA: This is still tolerable. Follow me!

Jea

JULIA (indignantly): Why on earth would that be? You came after me, but you're getting ahead of me?

Jea

Julia indignantly looks at the boorish visitor, turns to her child:

JULIA: Vikul, go while you draw over there, you see a table, chairs, pencils there some paper. Do something while we wait. I'll call you when it's time to go.

Vika leaves the stage.

Jea

ZHANNA: Rudik, the girl you see went where? Follow her step March! Get busy, too, and your mother will call you.

Rudick goes behind the Vic.

Julia takes an empty chair and moves it closer to the door, she sits down on it.

JEANNE: what? The smartest one? I'm on the record, it's my time!

JULIA: I, by the way, also have an appointment for two-fifteen! You have how many?

JEANNE: At two-thirty!

Zha

ZHANNA: can you tell the Time? How much does it show?

Julia looks at her watch.

JULIA: Well, two-thirty, so what?

JEANNE: AND then! My time, so I'll go! If you've spent your time crowing, it doesn't mean that The whole queue should get lost because of you!

JULIA: I haven't crowed anything! I came on time! It's just that when I got there, it was already occupied. Until now, there's a man sitting there, not coming out.

JEANNE (indifferently): Not my problem.

JULIA: I won't argue with you here. Now the man will come out, I'll go.

JEANNE (roughly): I'll go!

JULIA: BUT we'll see!

ZHANNA:

JULIA: let's see!

JEANNE: Let's see!

Nellie, the over – excited mother, rushes onto the stage. He pulls the girl's hand. Does not pay any attention to the people sitting at the office. He runs to the office, opens the door, and pushes his child in.

The DOCTOR (furiously): Close the door! I'm calling!

NELLY: I only ask!

JEANNE (indignantly): Eeeee, Eeeee!

Jea

NELLIE: I just need to ask! What do you allow yourself!

JULIA: Everyone just needs to ask. In the queue – mom! Wait!

Nellie looks around, realizes that the trick failed.

NELLIE: Well… who am I going to follow?

JEANNE and JULIA (chorus): Follow her!

They point their fingers at each other.

NELLY: I don't understand!

(in chorus): I go first, she goes second, you go third!

Nellie pulls her face, gets a rough idea of what's going on in the queue, and decides not to get into trouble.

NELLIE: So, well, then you decide between yourself, I'm going anyway, it turns out, third. Marinochka (turning to her daughter), go over there with the kids, draw something for now, we won't get to the doctor soon.

Marina leaves after the children.

JEANNE (Julia): I'll go next!

JULIA: Just stick your head in!

JEANNE: What will you do?

Julia glares at Jea

JEANNE: What is this? Pepper spray? What did you say the doctor called you?

Jea

Jea

NELLIE (looking apprehensively at the can): Understood – understood.

In tears, Rudik runs to the stage, runs to his mother – Jea

RUDIK: Mother, that girl took my pencil from me!

JEANNE: did you take the Pencil? It's a real bitch. What kind of girl are you talking about?

RUDICK: The one over there (pointing at the children) seems to have introduced herself as Vika.

Jea

JULIA (aiming the spray at Joan): Well, my!

Jea

He slaps Rudik's ass, and he runs off the stage back to the kids.

Jea

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.