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Her mood is clearly not optimistic. She is wearing a housecoat, a bun of hair is gathered on her head in a not very attractive way, galoshes are on her feet, and a small floor Mat is in her hand.

Nina goes to the middle, looks around, and after a short visual search turns to the viewer.

NINA (to the viewer): have you seen mine?

Withstands a very slight pause, after which he begins to shake the rug and complain about life.

NINA (annoyed): he's Gone somewhere, damn it. And I haven't told him everything yet. Oh, it's boiling in me, Oh, it's boiling…

He stops clapping the Mat, looks around once again, notices the same "victim" in the hall in the first rows, which Makar was looking at carefully. He comes closer, takes a closer look. He also looks at her ambiguously and with undisguised surprise.

He goes to the bench, blows on it, wipes it with his hand, sits down, puts the rug next to it, puts one foot on the other.

NINA (annoyed): Ah, Makar, God gave me such a … beautiful person. Where have I sinned so … Where?

He covers his face with his hand and shakes his head.

NINA (annoyed): After all, he was quite a normal person. Well … weird, of course, not without it, but … it wasn't as critical as it is now.

Nina sits in a sad reverie, but suddenly begins to smile and laugh.

NINA (fervently): Makar this one. I remembered something about how I met him. I'm on the bus, I'm looking out the window, I'm not touching anyone, and then someone said something, I was distracted-look. Is this one worth it… my hero today. And such a huge pimple on his nose pressed flaunts. Much just as bright in the crowd. Then he looked at me and I turned away. And the laughter itself parses. He was so unsightly, he looked like a baby bird, shaggy, thin, his little eyes only running around in fright. And that pimple. It is he now, my Makarushka, let as they say, the earth will be down to him, he has eaten away, so nothing, he has become like a man. Went out, fed. And then in General the cub is unreasonable. I look at him again – and he looks at me again. And I'm laughing. I sit and think, God forbid anyone such a guy. It should be the same as above it nature is perverted. Well, I looked, and forgot. She went off into her own thoughts. And then I got off the bus, and this unsightly one got caught behind mine, as it turned out. And the voice is so nasty.

"You – he says-forgot to meet me."

That's where I got the shame. Send far away-education did not allow. Well, I think, okay, do not cause a person psychological trauma by instant refusal. Let him skip a couple of lines, and then I'll let him know that we are not on the way.

And he opened his mouth and didn't close it all the way. I didn't have time to put in a line. And he was talking such nonsense. People go to meet them, almost at the temple twist. And Makar is mine-the chest of the wheel, the pride of the first degree, well, the king of the world, where to go. And I'm burning with shame… Oh … Guys. That young – that old. They're always trying to make an impression, and they don't know how to do it. At least the books that you read, but where is there…

Nina's face changes, and the romance disappears.

NINA (softly): well, I couldn't get away from him. I regretted it on my head. Now I'm working off karma, or whatever it's called.

He gets up from the bench, twists the rug.

NINA (loudly shouts to nowhere): Makar!

He shakes his head in annoyance, looks at the "victim" again, and makes a gesture of surprise. He leaves.

ZTM.

2 APARTMENT OF ZHANNA AND OLEG

evening. Residential furnished bedroom is no longer a young married couple. Exhaling heavily, Oleg goes to bed in his family underpants, socks, Slippers, glasses on his nose and with a newspaper in his hand in the direction of the bed.

There is a moderately calm cry of his wife (a cry exclusively for volume, a quick manner of communication): Oleg, did you take pills for blood pressure?

Oleg stops, his whole appearance makes it clear that, of course, he forgot about the pills. But he doesn't say anything.

There is a moderately calm cry of the wife (the cry is only for volume): Clearly. Okay, I'll get you everything, go to bed!

Oleg settles down on the bed, unfolds the newspaper, begins to read it without much interest. Quickly scans, removes.

A cheerful and cheerful Jeanne enters the bedroom in a housecoat. She carries a small mug of water. She talks in a fast, hurried manner.