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

Dina pushes Yulia out into the corridor, shoves Jeanne, who is starting to get up from her seat, and She falls back into the chair.

Dina dashes into the office, slamming the door behind her.

JEANNE (to everyone): Did you see that? In a woman. No shame, no conscience, but assertiveness… you'll enjoy this.

NELLIE: Yes… there are still instances of Soviet stagnation. They don't know how to speak properly, they don't have any education, they don't have any life achievements, and everyone thinks they're the smartest.

Julia pulls the bandage off her head, checks the bump, and begins to dress the child.

JULIA (Nelly): I'm the one who suffered the most in this situation. In our clinics, it looks different to the reception and you will not get, only feet first. But, nevertheless, I will say a word in defense of what you call instances of Soviet stagnation.

NELLY: So what's there to say? The situation showed everything for itself.

JULIA: I do not know what this situation has shown you, but I do know that it is not necessary to equalize everyone with the same comb. I have a lot of friends, friends of my mother, friends of my father, people I respect very much, and believe me, there is something for it. Are you saying that they don't have any personal achievements, that they don't really know how to talk? Yes, people did not chase money before as it is happening everywhere now. Our grandfathers and fathers lived by the idea, our country was built and raised from the ruins after the Second World war. My father worked hard at the factory not because he was so stupid, he knew his business so well that people came to him from abroad to train.

My uncle created a cooperative. A businessman, in our opinion, was listed. So he did not chase the profit, did not look for a cooler car, as all went on the bus. He had other aspirations. He helped orphanages. For the new year, the children brought toys, clothes, different rags. Take our grandfathers, who had three classes and five classes of education there. Rarely when nine classes who finished. Yes, there was also a professorship, but the main layer is hard workers. Of course, people got drunk a lot, I don't argue, but people drank not from the fact that they were not smart enough to quit a bad habit, but from the fact that they carried all the pain of the past in themselves, and tried to drown it out. We were worried about future generations. We tried hard for the country.

Julia looks at Nellie with disdain and addresses her.

JULIA: here's how much… twenty-five years old? Thirty? What have you done for your country?

Nellie is silent.

JEANNE: So, girls, let's somehow dispel, here and so sad, sitting, waiting for the weather by the sea, climb out (points to the door)… I know we are all a little wound up, there is certainly no nerves will not be enough, but it is necessary as-that to dispel, dispel… Let's treat the situation appropriately, without sharp conversations.

JULIA: Well, here you are dispel, practice in adequacy, and we went.

Julia straightens the child's things, throws her purse over her shoulder and heads for the exit.

A statuesque, prominent man with a military bearing and a charming smile, Kirill, comes out to meet her, leading his son Dima by the hand.

The man's face glows with nobility, calmness. He smiles affectionately and affectionately.

He pauses in the corridor and assesses the situation.

The mummies don't take their eyes off him, who is completely focused on the object.

Not weak interest and sympathy is read in the eyes of every mother.

Julia stops as she passes the man. She doesn't want to leave. But he doesn't find an excuse to stay. She is captured, waiting for developments.

Act two

KIRILL: Hello, lovely ladies. Everyone is in a good mood, which is probably not so easy to do in this type of institution.

Girls exhale. Their faces turn into charmed smiles.

KIRILL: I understand that everyone is in the fifth office?

ZHANNA, NELLY (chorus, gently): Yes!

KIRILL: Great. And who is the extreme one?

Nellie raises her hand like a schoolgirl. Her eyes Express the look of a kitten who asks for a pen.

Cyril notices her and smiles at Nellie.

KIRILL: I Understand, fine, I'll follow you then.

NELLIE (affectionately): Well.

Kirill comes closer to the office, looks for a place to Crouch, and the ladies watch him.

CYRIL: Hmm… funny. There's nowhere to sit. But nothing.

The man squats down and puts the child on one knee.

Ladies watch as the man famously solved the issue of seats.

JEANNE: Oh, what a good boy. What's your name?"

KIRILL: are you talking about the child or about me?

The ladies start laughing foolishly all at once, trying to make a greater impression on the man.

CYRIL: (smiling): My name is Kirill, and the guy's name is Dima.

ZHANNA: very nice, I'm Zhanna, I also have a little son, Rudik.

Jeanne shouts to her son and waves at him.

ZHANNA: Rudik, my son, come here and see what a good boy Dima is. Go get acquainted soon. (Turns to Cyril's son) Dimochka, hi, I'm aunt Zhanna. What happened to you? Sick?

Dima: Yes.. Rudik

comes and looks at Dima with a hostile, frowning look.

ZHANNA (to her son): Well, I held out my hand, as men say Hello. He held out his hand.!

Rudik holds out his hand. Dima holds out his hand in response.

Nellie calls her daughter

NELLY: Marinochka, my daughter, run quickly here, go meet the boy.

Marina comes running with pencils in her hand.

NELLY (refers to Cyril): I – Nellie, and my daughter's name is Marina, let's get acquainted.