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

JULIA: Yes… you're probably right. She doesn't want to know. In this case, the less you know, the better you sleep. All the more reason to think of something else. In her old age, she became somewhat nervous.

NELLIE: You know, those gifts were so important to us.

Julia nods her head knowingly with a tender, tremulous smile.

NELLIE: we were all very much waiting for the kind uncle to come and do something for us just like that. We had everything at stake. If you want an extra piece of bread, you can get it, but you will have to give something in return. And then just take away the rights of the strong. And then there was this… other person. He smelled good. I still remember his smile. He stood a little way off and watched the children take their toys apart. And so pleasantly, gently and warmly smiled. That's when I rushed to him, because I felt that such a person in my life may never meet again. Of course, I wanted him to be my father, but I knew that it was unlikely that my wish would come true. Pocket I then he blew up…

Julia gently hugging Nellie.

The door to the office opens, a satisfied Jeanne and her son come out, say goodbye, and leave. The doctor looks out of the office.

DOCTOR: Next, please.

The doctor closes the door behind him.

NELLY (Julia): Will you go?

JULIA: No, I'm going there, in General… Write down my phone number. Call me when you're free. I'll arrange a meeting with your uncle. I promise!

Mommies hug one last time, Nellie calls her daughter Marina and goes into the office with her.

Julia waves goodbye to Nelly, leaves the clinic.

The corridor – stage remains empty.

Soft, soft music plays.

Kirill enters the stage, leads his son Dima by the hand, and holds a stack of drawings in his other hand.

They sit on two chairs outside the office.

Cyril puts his arm around his son, and they have a silent dialogue. They look at drawings, discuss something, the father smiles, laughs inaudibly, the son also smiles, animatedly explains something to the father. Their dialogue is inaudible, the music plays, the music stops.

The office door opens and a distressed Nellie and her daughter come out. Nellie holds the recipe in her hand. Mother and daughter hurriedly leave the stage.

The doctor comes out of the office, examines the corridor, looks at the father and son with emotion, approaches Kirill with the child.

The music stops.

Doctor (To the child, affably): hi, how are you?

DIMA (draws attention to the woman standing next to him): Hello, nothing, thank you. Please sit down! (gives way)

The doctor smiles and sits down next to dad.

DOCTOR (Child): Thank you dear. This is education, this is what I understand. Father – well done. (Turns to Cyril) Are you coming to me?

KIRILL: Yes, Hello. The child's throat was cold, so they came for the advice of a knowledgeable person.

DOCTOR: am I knowledgeable?

KIRILL: I suspect so.

The doctor smiles and waves his hand. Then he looks at the child.

DOCTOR (to Cyril): You've got a good kid. Strong build, healthy skin. Calm, well-mannered. I don't want to ruin it with drugs.

KIRILL: Sorry, I didn't understand.

DOCTOR: everything that we should recommend in this case has side effects and contraindications, and this, frankly, is not very good. And the quality of modern drugs leaves much to be desired. You know what they say, if you treat a cold, it will go away in fourteen days, and if you do not treat it, then in two weeks.

KIRILL: About how… But in General from observations – it seems to be true.

DOCTOR: Well, so… (beckons Dima) Come here, little one.

Dima comes closer to the doctor.

DOCTOR:

Dima opens his mouth wide and shows his throat.

DOCTOR: everything is clear, you can close it.

Dima closes his mouth and steps aside.

The DOCTOR (Dima): Did you draw this? (pointing to one of the drawings in Papa's hand.)

DIMA: Yes. I drew the beach that my dad and I went to recently.

DOCTOR: WHERE are all the people? Uncles, aunts, children, Umbrellas from the sun, towels, bedspreads…

DIMA: now I will finish drawing!

Dima takes the drawing in question and runs off to finish everything else.

DOCTOR (to Cyril): You know, gargle with cold, ice-cold water. Pour cold water into a glass, add a few pieces of ice to it, and when it cools down more strongly, let the child rinse. You do not need to drink it, but rinse it – it will be the best.

CYRIL: It's kind of like fight fire with fire?

The DOCTOR: Sort of.

KIRILL: AND what will help?

DOCTOR: IN America, everyone has been treating the throat for a long time. It passes very quickly. And in our country everything is topsy-turvy. The throat is irritated, and it's still boiling water and raspberries. And then they come with a swollen throat, wonder why it didn't help and it got worse.

KIRILL: I didn't really think about it. Well, we'll try, thank you.

DOCTOR: a Woman came to see me, did you see her?