Play for 1 human. My strangers life. DRAMA. COMEDY

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2 scene. INDIAN

The melody of a sensual gifted dudukist sounds, worse if the flute, but also goes, and drums.

Not a bright light.

Bonfire near the Bungalow.

The setting of an Indian remote tribe.

In the center, in the robes of a leader, sits Alexander. He sits with his back to the viewer in the image of a wise leader making an important decision at the moment.

The music stops.

Alexander abruptly turns to the viewer and with burning eyes, with anxiety and an emotional explosion, announces his decision.

ALEXANDER (slowly, importantly, "under the skin»): This decision was very difficult for me. Don't think that I don't value my fellow men. Each of You is as dear to me as your own child. And yet… I've made my decision! About half of us will die… But we accept the fight! If we don't respond, we will all die very soon.

Alexander stands up, raises his hands, and finishes the moving speech as emotionally as possible.

ALEXANDER (loudly, charged): We are not strangers here to wander, hide, and find new places to settle! We are the masters here! This is our home! And we will fight back against anyone who dares to push us!

Loud music related to the warlike motives of the tribes.

VOICE-over: Stop! Removed.

Bright light.

Alexander comes out of the role, puts out the fire. He takes off his clothes, exhales, takes out an electric kettle and a stool, carries it all to the stage, brings a mug here, pours it, drinks it. He takes his mobile phone out of his pocket, looks at the missed calls, and puts the phone back in his pocket.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, calmly, with a mug in his hand): That's it, friends. There I am the lover, here the chief of the tribe… How many destinies I have played in my career… How many lives… How many emotions this scene absorbed during its long (not long, if the theater is new) life…

Alexander goes to the front of the stage with a mug, sits down, his legs dangling in the aisle to the audience.

He takes a SIP and puts the mug down next to him.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, sharing in a friendly way): You know… I played in an Indian Saga here. In General, in many different eras there is an actor. And there is much to learn in every era. Not just for me, but for humanity as a whole. People are generally similar in their aspirations at all times. In this regard, we are not far from the beginning of time. Most people are still chasing fame and fortune. But still, each period has its own pearls, or at least those people who draw the attention of the public of their time to the true values of man. So when I played the leader of the tribe, I became imbued with what we now call patriotism.

Alexander gets up and walks to the center of the stage.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, pathetic): The leader! Chief of the tribe! This is, in fact, in those days, your President of your people! Small or not very small, but people. And here's what's interesting, just imagine! The President of those times was ready to give his life for every member of his society. For every representative of your people! And the people of the tribe were ready to give their lives for the leader without thinking. (Viewer) Do you think this trend has continued today?

ALEXANDER (to the audience, cautiously): I must admit, I'm not sure about this. There are many things that remain unchanged in the history of human civilization. In General, our primitive level of development is still far from what we could be today, if not for the greed, ignorance and hostility of the tribes, which is not new then and today… But it's not easy for me to accept the fact that we are… modern people of the 21st century have a lot to learn from those… ancient undeveloped at first glance of the tribes. I'm not talking about their secret knowledge of astrology and numerology, which they passed down from generation to generation, which we have only barely comprehended through modern science… I'm talking about a simple, superficial at first glance observation. What is the word of that leader and the word of the current President worth? It doesn't matter which country. The system as a whole is one. The attitude of the people to the leader and to the President. Their relationship to each other… The enmity between the clans then and the peoples today – all this remains, but within the tribe… within today's country… There are changes here. And I would not say that there is progress for the better. Oh, well… Life goes on as usual, and there were dissatisfied people at all times.

Alexander busily goes to the filming location.

ALEXANDER (loudly, to the film crew): Guys, let's have another duplicate! I have an idea how to present this scene more vividly.

Music as in the beginning of the scene.

Sits back in the image of the leader, turns away from the viewer.

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3 scene. WOMEN

In a white suit, to lyrical music with a large bouquet of roses in his hands, Alexander enters the stage.

He is somewhat philosophical, with love, with complete dedication and self-denial.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, tenderly, warmly, with love, respect and honor): You know, I've played women many times in the theater and in movies. And I think I've learned to understand them a little. However… The sad thing about this situation is that I've learned to understand what most men don't understand about men. .. What a century is measured out in the yard, and we still have not learned to understand not only each other, but even ourselves. And even this very understanding, in my opinion, is already a breakthrough. At least, there is already something to start from. But in this context, I don't want to talk about men. Now I'm going to talk about women. Men, you can take a NAP for now.

He walks across the stage, takes a deep breath, and creates a state of anticipation in the audience with careful, gentle glances.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, tenderly, warmly, with love, respect and honor): Woman… Oh, how grateful I am to heavenly father for making you like this… How much is given to us, men, to experience next to such a creature as a woman. And if these minutes, hours, years, or even lives do not bring us joy, it is only because we are not able to correctly accept Your bestowal.

Dear, dear, beloved women, I would like to give You today a piece of warmth, a piece of the respect and admiration that my heart has always burned for you.

I… would like to sincerely ask your forgiveness on behalf of all men. On behalf of all The men you've ever met. I am not going to ask your forgiveness for the meanness and insults that my brother once caused you. No, let everyone answer for this one. I want to apologize for something else. For the fact that none of us men are fully given an understanding of Your beautiful feminine essence. For the most part, we judge women superficially. Of course, the eye is our highest court and chief Prosecutor. What does he see besides shapes, clothes, and lips? Our eyes are focused on a rather narrow spectrum. We feel that there is something inside under the imprisonment of the human mind. And what is hidden under the female beauty, so it is difficult even to imagine, but rather scary. There is an immense force that can sweep away its wave in both directions. She knows how to create and destroy no less. This is the Canon of immeasurable power. Yes, it's a shame that the male immature essence is given this power to control. And sometimes it's up to us to decide which direction to channel the storm of passion.

Ah, women… How can I not love you? What turns of Your gestures. And I'm not talking about the body, but about actions, thoughts, and what's in the bowels.

And today, on behalf of the men, I want to apologize for our stupidity. Yes, if we knew who protects us, who keeps and spoils us sometimes. What a gentle hand life takes care of us. We would be very different creatures. We would live in Eden on Earth.

Dear, beloved, beautiful, charming women, I say thank You today. Thank you that you will not hear anywhere or from anyone! It's a little different, believe me.

Alexander descends from the stage and begins to distribute roses to women in a chaotic manner… Not just the first row.

In the process of distributing roses continues his speech, or rather reading poetry.

ALEXANDER (to the audience, tenderly, warmly, with love, respect and honor):

How can I describe in words what is beyond?

That the soul teases from the inside.

What kind of invisible edge

Touch the viewer's heart inside.

Especially when that viewer is a virgin.

Father's beautiful creation.

There is no room for gratitude here.,

We should delight You to no end.