A play for 3 people. Lose weight does not get up! Dramatic comedy

A play for 3 people. Lose weight does not get up! Dramatic comedy
Nikolay Lakutin

The figure… how many conversations are around it. Someone wants to eat all his life, and does not get fat, and someone sniffed a bun, and in the morning + 3 kg. Our heroine lost the battle for her decent appearance. But to lose a battle does not mean to lose the war! You will not wish such an incentive for victory to anyone!!!

Nikolay Lakutin

A play for 3 people. Lose weight does not get up! Dramatic comedy

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Dramatic comedy for 3 people in three acts (18+)

Duration 2 hours, including one intermission.

An explanatory note for the director is attached at the end of the play.

ACTORS

Eleanor.

Kostya.

Violetta.

Action 1

Scene 1. Her Majesty – Eleanor.

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In the pitch darkness, Eleanor's throaty little urge breaks out of the silence of intriguing expectation.

Eleanor (throaty, restrained, incomprehensible sound). Hack.

Silence.

Darkness.

A small pause.

The strange sound is repeated.

Eleanor (throaty, restrained, incomprehensible sound). Heck.

Y… silence.

Darkness.

A small pause.

Eleanor (worried, no longer restrained, emotional). Oop! Oop! Opanki! O-pa-pulechki…

the light turns on smoothly.

The living room is illuminated, in the center of which sits sooooooo full Eleanor in her chair. She is desperately trying to get herself out of this chair and get up!

Eleanor (worried, no longer restrained, emotional). Hey! Opapulechki! Opapulenkiiii… Eeeeeee....

AND, YES!!! She still manages to do it!!! Eleanor gets up. With difficulty, not immediately straightening up, but stands up, presenting in all its glory and volumes.

Groaning and groaning, he walks slowly, heavily around the room.

Eleanor (exhaling heavily). Yes… where are my seventeen years. Was a reed (a small pause)… at four. Like an aspen tree! At seventeen, she was already a dubik, but still had proportions. Kostya picked up her own just then… (With nostalgia.) Eh, those were glorious times… Although she was a dubik, but a dubik with a spark, with a hitch … (Having grown sad and withstood a short pause.). And now it has become a baobab. Without a spark…, without a hitch… How else Kostya hasn't run away from me so far – I don't know. I would have run away from myself a long time ago.

He walks heavily to the mirror, looks at himself with a condemning, reproachful look.

Waving his hand at himself in the mirror, he goes to the forefront to communicate with the viewer.

Eleanor (to the viewer, sincerely). What have I not tried! Diets in general, all that there are have passed through me. Physical exertion, as much as possible – were. Proper nutrition, vegetarianism… I was even a vegan… but not for long. I was sitting on a raw food diet… I almost died, but I still didn't lose weight. Wraps, baths, different modes… Yes, all… Well, really… That's all there is – I've tried everything. But I'm only getting wider from all this… I don't know what to do.

Kostya enters. He's in high spirits. Hiding some kind of box behind his back.

Kostya (happily). Ale? I'm at home. Look what I brought. Ale… oop!

Pulls out a box of cakes from behind his back.

Eleanor (turning around, joyfully, seeing her husband). Kostya! (Ambiguously, after seeing a box of cakes.) Kooooostik, what are you doing to me, that's Herod. How is it possible with real people. You know how much I love sweets, but…

he points with his hands at himself, at his size.

Eleanor (sadly). So… so what? And how?

Kostya (positively). Elechka, don't worry. If you really want to, then a little bit is possible, and maybe even useful. And then… I love cakes myself, so what… I'm going to eat, and you're going to watch? Come on, as they say, a little…

Eleanor (condescendingly). The provocateur… But maybe… just a little… take a sip…

Kostya (delighted). Exclusively take a sip!

Kostya runs away, leaving a box of cakes on the table.

Intriguing music sounds.

Eleanor cautiously, slowly, hesitantly approaches the box, as if casually, as if even disinterestedly, casually turns her gaze to the box. Looks away. But her gaze is drawn back to the box.

Eleanor stops fighting with herself, "breaks off the chain", grabs this box, nervously opens it and greedily, with gusto, begins to eat cakes. One by one. Quickly, cleverly, professionally.

The music ends.

On the third cake, Kostya enters. He carries a teapot in one hand, two mugs in the other.