A play for 4 people. Comedy. Gadgets

the musical accompaniment is not the most joyful motives.

Alla, pressing her ears with her hands, leaves the room.

Vitalik makes sad sobs from behind the bathroom door, and Sergey leaves at this time.

Returns with a smartphone, tablet, computer cord, and TV cord. He hides everything in the apartment, looks at his work with a satisfied, appreciative grin, and leaves.

The music is replaced by more positive rhythms. Vitalik opens the bathroom door, looks out of it cautiously, looks to see if there is an angry father nearby. The way is open.

Vitalik starts looking for his technical devices. Walks through the rooms, looking for. Gradually finds the cord from the TV and from the computer, rejoices at this find. Then he finds the tablet, and then the phone. Joyful leaves with trophies.

The music stops and ends.

ZTM.

Scene 2. You can't take us so easily

Alla is busy with the housework. He runs around with a plate in his hand, which he wipes with a towel, looks at where something is wrong. Between cases, he corrects, cleans. Hosts.

Alla (shouts). Vitalik, son? Do the cleaning while I do the dishes. Or wash the dishes, I'll do the cleaning while.

There is no answer.

Alla continues to host, thinks something, remembers, hurriedly leaves the room.

He returns with a broom and a dustpan in his hand, already without a plate and a towel.

Alla (shouts). Vitalik, where are you there?

There is no answer.

Alla continues to host, thinks something, remembers, hurriedly leaves the room.

He returns with a stack of clean plates, puts them in the place reserved for plates. He takes up a broom, starts sweeping.

Alla (shouts more nervously). Vitaaaala, where are you? Go wash the sink and the bathroom. I've already done the cleaning myself!

There is no answer.

Alla continues to do the cleaning, sweeps, collects garbage in a dustpan, takes it all away.

He returns in rubber gloves, with a cleaning agent and a washing sponge in his hand.

Alla (shouts barely restraining herself). Vitalik, is it a long wait for you?

Vitalik's voice (a disgruntled exclamation from the other room). Well, what?

Alla (shouts barely restraining herself). Go take out the trash at least, I've almost done my own housework here.

Alla enters the bathroom, closes the door behind her. Cleans, washes, wipes. Her movements stand out in silhouette against the background of almost transparent glass.

Slowly, paying no attention to anyone or anything, Vitalik comes out. He has a smartphone in his hand, he is completely absorbed in the game. All attention is on the smartphone, does not even look at his feet.

Passes to the first available sitting place. Huddles without looking, just without looking up from the smartphone.

Vitalik (nervously, to himself, without distracting himself from the game). Damn it! (He pauses, plays, looks at his smartphone.) Where are you going! No-no-no-no-no!!! aaaa. Damn! (He waves his hands furiously, pauses, plays, looks at his smartphone.) What kind of person else? Riley is some kind of prank. Yes, stop, yes, well, no, no, no, no… And damn, they leaked it. (He waves his hands furiously, pauses, plays, looks at his smartphone.) Yes, what's going on, well… (Nervously, freaking out shakes his smartphone.) Come on, don't be stupid!

A tortured mother comes out of the bathroom. He takes off his gloves, wipes the sweat from his forehead, sighs, looks displeased at his son.

Alla (wearily, sadly). M… found it, then.

Vitalik (quite, without looking up from the game). Aha…

Alla (wearily, sadly). Did you take out the trash?

Vitalik (quite, without looking up from the game, without joining in the conversation). Aghaaa…

Alla (doubtfully, raising her tone). Did you take it out?

Vitalik breaks away from his smartphone for the first time.

Vitalik (in prostration). Eh? What?

Alla (displeased, restrained). Did you take out the trash, for the third time I ask?

Vitalik (sincerely). Garbage? Did you ask?

Alla (restraining herself with difficulty). You know, I'm sick of it. Why do I have to say the same thing ten times? You can't hear anything at all while you're holding this thing. Give me the phone!

Vitalik (indignantly). I just said that I repeated it three times, you're already saying ten! As you want, you turn it over, and I'm the last one. I'll take out the garbage now, I won't give you the phone!

Alla (shouts nervously). I took out the garbage on the run!

Music.

Vitalik casually (lightly) throws the phone next to him, he is all dissatisfied and heavily sighing goes to throw out the garbage.

Alla, taking advantage of the moment, grabs her son's smartphone and hides it not where his father hid it, but in another place. He's leaving.

Vitalik returns with an empty bucket in his hand.

Vitalik (displeased). I took it out! Everything? Are you happy?

He goes to the place where he left the phone, but the phone is not there, he is indignant.

Vitalik (shouts nervously to his mother). Where's my phone, uh?

Alla's voice (shouting from the other room). I cleaned it up! Take a break from the phone for now. Indeed, you are greyhound by leaps and bounds!