A play for 10 people. Drama. Comedy. Understand a man

Demyan sees Oleg.

Demyan (to Oleg, cheerfully). Hello, old man. Why are you so rumpled? Why isn't the door locked? Where is your zhinka? To the neighbor, did she come out?

Oleg approaches Demyan, shakes his hand, he shakes back.

Oleg (in a drooping voice). Hello, Demyan. Well no… Not to the neighbor.

Demyan (to Oleg, cheerfully, with a hitch and humor). What? To the neighbor?

Oleg (in a drooping voice). … in a way.

Demyan's face changes, his joking disappears.

Demyan (to Oleg, seriously). What do you mean? I didn't understand.

Oleg (in a drooping voice). Taisiya left me. And she took her son. She left yesterday.

Demyan is in shock, trying to comprehend and understand how to behave.

Oleg exhales heavily, rubs his face awake, tries to smooth his hair on his head, goes to the sofa, finds his pants there, pulls them on, sits down, invites a friend with a gesture.

Oleg (with a slightly uplifted voice). Come on in, buddy, what are you standing for?

Demyan slowly approaches the table, looks into the pot.

Oleg, looking at his friend, explains.

Oleg (with a slightly uplifted voice). Yes, I boiled potatoes yesterday, but I couldn't eat something. It doesn't go down my throat.

Demyan shakes his head understandingly, looks at his friend, tragically takes a half-empty glass in his hand, exhales sharply and with a bold movement, with all male solidarity, in order to share the grief, drinks the contents of the glass. But immediately the shower blows out what he drank, spits out.

Demyan (indignantly, with incomprehension). What is this?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). Water…

Demyan (indignantly, with incomprehension). Water? What the hell? Your wife left you, and you drink water?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). Vodka doesn't go down your throat either. I've been thinking about her, but even the smell itself is disgusting. So… I drank some water, didn't eat anything, and went to bed last night.

Demyan puts the glass on the table, takes the situation into his own hands.

Demyan (busily). So! Clear.

Demyan takes off his outerwear – a jacket. He throws her on the sofa, next to Oleg. He rubs his hands, goes to the kitchen.

Oleg is sitting helplessly on the sofa, just watching his friend with his eyes.

Demyan brings a plate with sausage slicing from the kitchen. Cheese brings, cuts right here on the table. He brings two small glasses and cognac.

He pours a little bit, raises his glass, hands the second one to a friend.

Oleg doubts, he doesn't really want to.

Demyan (insistently). Come on, come on! I'm not going to get you drunk, but for the expansion of the joints, twenty drops are needed now.

Demyan still hands a glass to Oleg.

Demyan (insistently). Without clinking glasses. Come on!

Demyan quickly drains the glass. Oleg repeats. Proceed to the snack.

Demyan (chewing sausage, talking at this time). I didn't find any bread there. Is it over, or is it still lying somewhere?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). No… that's not the point. Taisiya tried very hard to follow the figure. And bread makes you fat, so we can say that there is no bread in our house. So only, sometimes yeast-free.

Demyan (leaning on the cheese). Are you a friend? How can you live without bread?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). I do not know, I eat bread at work, and my son is at school. Normally, we almost didn't feel discomfort.

Demyan (taking aim at the sausage again). Well, how about the weekend?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). My wife didn't like to cook. We ordered mostly. When we eat sushi, when we order food. Manti, kebabs. Instead of bread, lavash was bought as a last resort. Shawarma, different pies with fish and liver. Sweet Taisiya did not order, puked the figure. We supported her in this.

Demyan (cutting the cheese). More precisely, they groveled.

Oleg (calmly, but lost). Maybe so…

Demyan (putting aside cheese and knife, hands on hips). You know, old man, I was silent, I didn't get into your business, but I'll tell you now. I've never liked your Taisiya. I'm sorry, of course, but I couldn't tell you about it while you were together. I'm talking now. She just pushed you around. Both you and Vovka. You have a good kid, but what kind of lesson does he get in life? That the wife is the boss in the house, not even that the owner, but the dictator! He will find the same wife for himself later! Let's do this. Everything that is not being done is for the best.

Oleg (calmly, but lost). Only if the last one!

Demyan (wielding a bottle and glasses). Certainly. After all, drunks are not the ones who drink! These are the ones who can't stop after the second one. We can. Right?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). That's right… they

deal with the second portion of twenty drops.

Demyan closes the bottle, puts it under the table.

Demyan (busily). Let's do this. Today, and maybe tomorrow you will definitely be up to nothing. I know how you've always treated your wife. The breakup will be painful for you. But… Fortunately, you have a friend like me. Let's try to smooth out the corners. Let's do this. Today, sleep, TV, house cleaning and shower. Surely, after yesterday, Mamai passed in your closets?

Oleg (calmly, but lost). Still how passed.

Demyan (busily). Well. You sort it all out, sort it out in a new way. If necessary, I will help, wipe the shelves, scatter, whatever you say…

Oleg (calmly, but lost). No, no, thanks. I'll figure it out. I'd rather be alone for now, alone with myself, with my thoughts. That's just such monotonous work will be very useful.

Demyan (busily). Well, welcome. Then do all these things today, and tomorrow I'll look in on you in the evening, after work. Do not put away sports things far away, from tomorrow we will start jogging with you. A couple of laps around our skyscrapers, to the fruit and back. For now, I think that's enough, but then we'll get better – we'll increase the distance. Okay?