4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy

4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy
Nikolay Lakutin

When four turns of fate reveal two thorny love stories to the world, when life and death are on the map, when emotions go beyond… Real feelings, true values and a warm aftertaste – all this you will find in the comedy with gentle dramatic notes "Four turns".

This play is a combination of two short plays by Nikolay Lakutin "Suicidal or a Day for Marriage" and "The Courier" with some modifications focused on a large two-act production in a new performance.

Nikolay Lakutin

4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy

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A dramatic comedy for 5 people in two acts.

Duration is 2 hours, taking into account the interval of 15-20 minutes.

An explanatory note for the directors is attached at the end of the play.

Actors.

Lida

Grisha

Policeman

Nina

Glory.

Action 1

A forest clearing surrounded by a dense forest. Evening. Thick twilight. A drunken Lida comes out. She is wearing a dirty, torn wedding dress in some places. Slightly staggering. She has a blissful smile on her face. There is a huge black eye under the eye. In one hand she holds a vodka bottle with some pathetic remnants at the bottom, in the other hand she has a thick rope that drags behind her.

Lida (to the viewer, familiarly). Hello… (Winks, smiles, waves his hand, in which he barely holds the bottle.) Well…? How's life…? Is it okay? (He pauses.) But I have something somehow not very. It's probably not hard to guess from my appearance, right? (Hesitantly takes a few steps, takes a sip from his throat, throws the bottle aside.) And it's my birthday today!

Hiccups.

Lida (to the viewer, familiarly, intricately, slurring her tongue). Yeah. Chesssttttt word. (Looks at his watch.) But no, it's not honest, sorry. Now it turns out that my birthday was yesterday. (Sighs heavily) Thirty-five chopped. (Nods) Yes, yes… Thirty-five! And you thought how much? Twenty-nine? (smiles, looks to the other side of the hall) Twenty-six? (turns his gaze to the third part of the hall) Forty? (he winces unpleasantly in his face). I'm thirty-five. And I don't have a baby… or a kitten… My relatives don't understand me, I have friends… Not anymore. (Sits down on the ground / stage, more precisely flopping) Were, but… everyone got married…, bitches. In general, they are all not up to me right now. And here I am alone… All alone… Remember how it is there… who's there? I do not remember… (quotes) "Good girl Lida! In desperation, he wrote." Desperate!!! All right. All about me. By the way, let's get acquainted – Lida! (He puts out his hand, greeting the audience).

He rises, trying to keep his balance.

Lida (to the viewer). Well okay… We met…, talked… It's time and honor to know.

Pulls up the rope, looks around, finds a tree, chooses a stronger twig. Aiming, trying to throw a rope on a branch so that it is tied or hooked. But she can't do anything. However, the girl is persistent in her attempts. After catching her breath and swearing exclusively with facial expressions, she continues her hard work again.

Grisha comes on stage. He's wearing a tuxedo. Dressed very well, expensive. Clean, shaved, but drooping himself. In one hand he has a "half cup" of lemonade, in the other – the same thick rope that drags along the stage behind him. Lida doesn't see him. He, in turn, does not see Lida.

The focus of the light shifts to Grisha. He carefully unscrews the bottle cap, takes a one-time cup out of his pocket, pours a drink there, drinks, puts the cup in his pocket, tightens the lid, puts the bottle on the ground /stage.

Grisha (to himself, tragically, thoughtfully). That's it, Grishka is missing… Remember your name.

He pulls the rope to himself in a doomed manner, immediately throws it on his hand with rings and purposefully turns to the tree, taking a few steps, at which Lida is still trying to do something.

Grisha freezes in a frenzy when he sees this picture. He is outraged.

Grisha (loudly, indignantly). Hey, citizen?

Lida turns around waddling in a kind of inadequacy.

Lida. Opanki… Healthy! Look at what a handsome man has drifted into such a thicket… listen, buddy, aren't you a rapist by any chance?

Grisha (indignantly). What? Me? Are you out of your mind? No, of course not!

Lida (upset). Damn it! And then it broke off.

Lida turns back to the tree and continues trying to throw a rope on the branch.

Grisha (restrained). Citizen, I'm sorry…

Lida (without turning around, upset, interrupts). Yes, go, go…, I've already forgiven. You're not the first one who doesn't live up to my hopes.

Grisha. Yes, I'm not about that! (Thinks how to say) I… you… This is my tree! I took it forward!

Lida turns to the man with interest.

Lida. Don't you understand?

Grisha. I see… you have an event planned here. Could you spend it somewhere else? I looked at this tree for myself yesterday!

Lida. What do you mean?

Grisha. Well, I also have an event planned here. You see, I have approached this issue thoroughly. I chose a place away from people, a taller tree, a stronger twig. In general, I decided on this tree yesterday. This is my tree! Find yourself something else, please, and let me hang on to this!

Lida. Why all of a sudden? Right now! (swaying on his feet) I'm going to look for something somewhere. You can't see, and I'm already falling off my feet. (Indignantly, to the viewer) What kind of man went today? No respect for a woman. To the girl, by the way!!!

Grisha. Girl, you'll excuse me, but any knot here will withstand you, and I will have more weight. It's impossible to do that with a kondachka! The second time you already understand – it's not the mood at all, if anything …

Lida. Listen, you're my thorough. You go ahead… somewhere. I came first! I have to hang out here. That's it! The conversation is over!

Lida continues her attempts to throw a rope on a branch.

Grisha looks at it skeptically, steps aside – ironically observes.

Lida tries everything, but nothing comes out.

Grisha. Well, how long will I be here watching this one… creepy?

Lida turns wearily.