Daredevil. Drama. Comedy. A play for 6-12 people

Valery is in no hurry to leave, smiles, thinks how to "roll up" competently.

Lida, seeing that the guy does not leave, spreads her hands questioningly with a hit-and-run.

Lidochka (boldly, with a hit-and-run). Is your hearing bad? Get out of here, you defective!

Valery (cheekily, complacently, with a smile, in a pribandichennoy manner). Understood-understood, no question. Hormones, mood swings, these days. It's okay, no offense. Well, how about going for a ride with a defective… walking around the city in the evening? M? I have a candy machine. Rushes so that only the fur coat is wrapped.

They stand and look at each other.

Valery (cheekily, complacently, with a smile, in a pribandichennoy manner). Well, how about a ride? Let's wrap up the fur coat, huh?

Lida, smiling slyly, comes with an imposing gait closer to Valery, skeptically shakes her head, vaguely waving her eyebrows. Removes sunglasses with one hand. He smiles, grabs the boy by the throat with an unexpected sharp movement and pulls him to his face.

Lidochka (audaciously hissing in the guy's ear). You'll roll up to me again with your fur coat, and you'll be riding in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. You're not the first one so smart.

Lida pushes the bewildered guy by the throat.

Lidochka (calmly, with confidence). Did you explain it more clearly now?

Valery (cautiously, cautiously). Everything… Sorry, girlfriend, I got confused.

Valery hurriedly leaves the stage, Lida follows him with a confident, strong look. You can hear the sound of the car engine starting, the roar of the engine and a couple of beeps.

Lida, as if saying goodbye, shows this guy a "viva" sign (two fingers, index and middle) as a farewell, leaving by car out of our sight.

Lidochka (to the viewer, wearily). Guys stick at every step. Get to know everyone, sit somewhere, take a ride on something. Go out with them somewhere… Yes, I know their plans. Yet they are visible through and through. Nothing interesting. Nothing unexpected, nothing intriguing. Of course, I have several suitors in mind. With money, with prospects… But it is… Just in case. But for the soul… I never met anyone. In general, I made conclusions for myself that external data does not play a special role in the issue of happy relationships. In the matter of successful marriages of convenience, or something akin to this, yes. In order to sell yourself more expensive– you need to be a beauty, and this costs a lot of money and nerves. Therefore, definitely, if the goal is money, then you need to sell yourself more expensive! Well and… if the goal is still mutual understanding and kinship of souls… The one here looks almost does not play a role at all. I honestly do not know how to act in this case and how it works, but I have a suspicion that a pretty appearance in this case even hinders. After all, only the brave approach the pretty ones. And the brave are most often boors! Rich little sons, to whom the law is unwritten, a criminal element, who are crazy for the whole head, or partially. In general, those who saw, wanted and approached. And modest normal guys with an understanding of out-of-body values – they are still more timid in the matter of relationships. They usually avoid the beautiful ones. Well, or if they don't bypass, then they aim for a long time… And while they are aiming, their object of lust will be taken away ten times already. And if they don't take you away before that, then, of course, they will take you away after… And they know it all perfectly well, that's why the attitude towards us, the beautiful, is obviously biased. And we're not all mercantile bitches. We also want to be happy, but these are the only ones who come to us (points in the direction of the departed Valery). Well, you've seen it. So what's left for us? We can't approach the normal ones ourselves… That's all that remains is to rely on fate.