A play for 3 people. EAR and body history. Drama. Comedy

Ada hesitates, looks vaguely at her mother.

Ada (cautiously, into the phone). Wait, is he all right? Where is he?

He pauses, listens to the phone.

Ada (cautiously, into the phone). Well, all right, all right. I dictate the address. Dargomyzhsky 8a sq. 16.

Puts down the phone, looks at mom in surprise. Mom looks at her daughter no less surprised.

Mom (impatiently). And what was that? It wasn't Pavlik who called, was it?

Ada (a little confused). No… It was Kostya who called.

Mom (impatiently).

Ada shrugs her shoulders in confusion.

Mom (indignantly). So you don't know him, but you're already giving him your home address?

Ada is completely confused, thinking, and then confirming the absurdity, shakes her head.

Mom (indignantly). Well, what were you thinking? What if it's a maniac? Now sit – worry and think, or they will rob you, or they will rape you. And what's even worse – both!

Ada (gathering herself). Come on, Mom. What to take from us? And who will rape us. You're old, I'm scary. The only hope is for a maniac. There don't seem to be any other options for you and me… .

Mom thinks about it.

Mom (busily). The baby's mouth speaks the truth! I'll go at least get dressed up, but I'll put on makeup, since this is the case. And I advise you to put yourself in order. We are waiting for guests!

Mom leaves on an emotional high, humming to herself. The daughter adjusts her clothes, takes off her glasses, wipes her face with a handkerchief, looks in the mirror, tries to fix something somehow, puts her glasses back on, also runs away.

ZTM.

Scene 2

The room is empty, neither Mom nor Ada is there.

The doorbell rings. As if on command, Ada and Mom look out from behind corners and aisles. They look predatory at the door. Then they look at each other. They both go to open it. Ada is in the same form, only she cleaned herself up a little. Mom is on parade. Even some kind of scarf for charm is tied around her neck. They open the door, stand in a line, proudly putting their chest forward, stretching out slimly, as at a military review.

He timidly enters the room, if you can call it a word, enters, rather timidly Kostya appears. Kostya just tears all expectations to shreds. He is not a maniac at all, not once and nowhere. He is stooped, small in stature, glasses on his nose, trousers – probably still left from his grandfather, a shirt that you can't look at without tears, some kind of vest that is generally out of place. And of course – a sleek hairstyle (mama's boy).

And here it is, slowly and cautiously enters the room, sitting down a little and bending down at every step from excitement and inconvenience.

Mom (loudly, imperiously, disappointed). Tyu…

Kostya sits down from this "TYU"

Mom closes the door, looks with pity at this creature. The daughter also leaves her military bearing and looks a little disappointed, first at the guest, then at her mother.

Kostya (worried, stuttering, mumbling). Z… hello. I… I called you, I… pop… p… about Pavel.

Ada (indifferently and emotionally de-energized). What's wrong with Pavlik?

Kostya (not so worried anymore, Ada). Are you Ada right? I recognized you right away. Let me introduce myself, Kostya!

Ada (calmly). Yes, I get it. That's right, and I'm Ada. So what do you need, Kostya?

Kostya (feeling awkward). Do you understand…

Kostya looks back at his mother standing behind him, hesitates … does not know how to approach the question. Rushing around.

Mom (skeptically, looking at Kostya). Msu… you obviously need to talk. Okay, I'll leave you to it. Here…, there is not much to worry about. (With a daughter's trick) You're too cute, be careful with him. Don't bite it, inadvertently, but don't break it by accident.

Kostya makes ridiculous gestures of gratitude to his mother and, as it were, tries to appreciate the humor and generally tries to pull himself together, but it all comes out as clumsily as possible.

Mom, shaking her head in annoyance, goes into the other room, fatally pulling the scarf off her neck.

Ada goes to the sofa, sits down.

Ada (calmly). Well, what did you want to talk to me about?

Kostya (awkwardly). Do you understand… Here… such a story…

Ada (calmly). Yes, come already, sit down somewhere. Why should I stand at the door?

Kostya carefully passes, sits on a stool, on the sidelines.

Ada (calmly).

Kostya (trying to figure out how to explain it all). Well. The thing is, Ada, that… We have known each other for a long time, though in absentia.

Ada (surprised). Seriously? And what does it have to do with you and me? Don't talk my teeth out. Kostya (trying to figure out how to explain it all).

So that's what I'm leading up to! You… please don't interrupt, I'll tell you everything. (Takes a short pause) It should have been done a long time ago.

Ada (warily). I do not understand…

Kostya makes a gesture with his hands (puts his palms forward), they say, I'll explain everything now!

Ada sits back, assumes a businesslike, expectant pose, listens attentively.

Kostya (exhaling deeply). The fact is that… In general, it was I who corresponded with you all this time, not Pavlik.

Ada (indignantly). What?

Kostya is trying to settle the situation with gestures, calm Ada down, make it clear to her so that she does not interrupt yet.

Kostya (worried). Please, Ada, let me tell you everything, I'm worried myself, I don't know. How to present it all. You would know what it cost me to call you…