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Stary and Petyunya perk up, jump up and start shouting sympathetically, nervously glancing at the Drone float.
Petyunya and the Old One (in two voices, vying with each other, nervously, interested, sympathetically). Come on, come on, come on, hook up, pull, start, hook up, come on, come on, well, and… go, go, come on. Here it is.... That's right… You're her jerk. Oop! And-well?
Petyunya with a neat jerk, sitting down, pulls the trophy out of the pond to the cheers and whistles of her friends. At the end of the fishing line, the Drone already has an incomplete bottle of vodka.
The men catch this bottle in their hands, fished out of the pond with such excitement by a drone, and open it.
Petyunya takes out three glasses from behind her chair, pours, the others cheer up the situation with cheers.
All three of them according to the situation (in pleasant anticipation). So. Yeah. Come on. Fill up. To the brim. Ah! It's like that in nature. Now we'll bite. The process has started. The morning ceases to be languid…
they rub their hands, fuss.
Drone (excitedly, to the Old One). Old, where did you put the snack?
Old (anticipating, to the Drone). Yes, there, in the package…
shows the package. The drone takes out lard, cucumbers, onions, bread. Everything is as it should be. Petyunya distributes filled stacks to her friends.
All three are armed with glasses.
Old (to friends). Well.., we will!
Clink glasses, exhale, drink. Fussing with a snack, appreciatively savoring smacking their lips, AH – ayut and everything like that. They sit down in their places, but now forming a circle for conversation, and not in a line for fishing along the shore, as it was originally.
Drone (Petune). Petyunya, I don't understand one thing in any way. Tell me, why are you so worried about your catch? Why are you driving devils in a pond with a rod? There have never been any fish here, how many times can I remind you about this?
Petyunya (waving off the drone). Yes, I know.
Old (Petune). Really, Petyun? Why the hell are you shaking your nerves for yourself and people? We don't come here for fish. There she is (pointing her finger somewhere back at the fishing bales) already, bought to distract the eyes and women's delight. And here, why bother twitching?
Petyunya (to his friends). That's right, but… You know, guys. Anyway, no, no, but the eye falls on the float. And he is not the wind, or the hook will catch on the bottom. And he's playing on his nerves. So you look-you look and you will believe that some fish has bitten.
Drone (Petune). Come on… We've been going here for a year, and apart from all sorts of nasty things, so to speak, the consequences of human activity, we haven't got anything from the bottom. And there are no fishermen here except us. And if they pass, they twist their finger at the temple. Yes, it is understandable. Where would fish come from here? It's all true… exclusively entourage. So don't get too involved in this case.
Petyunya (to the drone). And that's right, Drone, you're talking business.
Petyunya launches a stone into the area of her float. Splash, splash.
Petyunya (to the drone). Well, so what happened to your Tamara there?
Old (co
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Drone (indulging in memories and anticipating his story). Oh, guys… There's such a thing…
the music is growing.
The lighting smoothly anticipating goes out, leaving in its last outlines the intrigued faces of the fishermen delicately exchanging glances.
The music ends.
ZTM.
Scene 2. The story of the Drone (Andrey)
Homely cozy atmosphere in Andrey's house.
A chaotic rhythmic musical composition sounds.
Female nervous cries of fright, screams are heard.
The light turns on smoothly.
In a panic, looking around, fearing and wary, Tamara jumps out onto the stage, jumps out, falls out of another room. She is wearing only a dressing gown, and even then hastily wrapped up. She stumbles in a hurry, falls. Immediately jumps up, glancing cautiously back, and runs away, standing behind the chair as if behind an obstacle.
A Drone (Andrey) runs out of the same room with a furious, furious yell with an axe in his hand. Tamara screams again and runs away. Andrey, disguised in ordinary, everyday clothes, rushes after her, threatening with an axe.
They do a couple of laps in pursuit, stop to catch their breath, look around, who should run away and who should catch up.
The music ends.
Tamara (nervously, with a tear in her voice). Calm down, you idiot! What makes you think I'm cheating on you?
Andrey (in a rage). Prompted, kind people! Did you think that everything would be covered up? That I won't find out anything? I'd be ashamed to bring you home, you harlot! But nothing, now I'm beating the crap out of you…
the chase continues again, which lasts a couple more laps.
They stop again, at different ends, look around, look around.
Tamara (nervously, with a tear in her voice). Have you completely gone off the rails with your jealousy? Have I ever given you a reason to think badly of me? You never know what people are talking about? They say a lot of things about you, too, you know, but I don't believe gossip. But for some reason you willingly accept any slander on faith. What did I do to deserve such an attitude, Andrey? By what? Have you ever seen me with someone? To make out with someone or kiss? Yes, since I married you, I have not come closer to men than a social distance. I know that you can kill for just one look. So I wouldn't really take the risk? Come to your senses! Come to your senses, please, before it's too late!
Andrey (in a rage). What, honey, did you smell fried? Have you decided to shift from a sick head to a healthy one? Yes, I'm going to teach you the mind without any proceedings now. People won't talk for nothing, Tamarochka. Everyone knows that there is no one more beautiful than you in the whole neighborhood. That's why I'm so jealous, I see how men look at you. And I know the men well. They'll take a look, they'll take a look, and they'll get down to business. So it's better not to deny it. (As loud and furious as possible)
Tamara (nervously, with a tear in her voice). Who is he, who is he?
Andrey throws himself at Tamara in a rage, she runs away, as a result, the spouses change positions, stop.
Andrey (in a rage). Don't make a fool of me! My neighbors told me in black and white that my wife did not come home alone today. I caught this trick in the eyes of I won't say who, and I know perfectly well what lies behind this hint. So stop me from breaking the comedy here! Where is he?
Andrey begins to walk furiously and scatter everything in the house, holding an axe at the ready.
Tamara (on a heavy exhalation). I'm so sick of your jealousy, my strength is gone.
Tamara ceases to hide and beware, she goes calmly and confidently to her husband, falls on her knees in front of him, bows her head.
Tamara (with strength in her voice, with truth in her voice). On, ruby, monster! I don't enjoy this kind of life. Rather than shy away from every corner and wait for you to kill me because of someone's words, it's better not to live at all. Come on, be brave, Andrew. Be a man, finish what you have in mind!
Andrey looks at his wife with contempt and hatred, she has hooked him for a living, for self-esteem. He swings an axe and at that moment a young girl runs out of the next room with a panicked squeal. She's barely dressed. The intimate parts of the body are barely covered with underwear, she jumps out of the room with a squeal, holding her clothes in her hands, and quickly leaves the dwelling, dropping one shoe in a hurry.