"My four women from a dream”. Play on 7, 6, 5, 4 or 3 people
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"My four women from a dream”. Play on 7, 6, 5, 4 or 3 people
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DIMON: Why are you protecting her? I should have found an opportunity. I had a bite of cheburek on the way, while I was coming to you, so I let go a little…
YAROSLAV: Yes, I feel the fat of the tenth overcook (disperses the air with his hand near his face). Why didn't you take it for me?
DIMON (guiltily): I didn't think of something, I'm sorry. In my thoughts, I could see that I was wandering. I'll go and get you one.
Dimon minces to the door, but Yaroslav stops him.
YAROSLAV: no need, I have already intercepted so little at home.
A friend notices that Yaroslav is standing in one Shoe.
DIMON (intricately): Listen, what is this outfit you have?
Points to the Shoe.
YAROSLAV: it Doesn't untie, you bastard!
DIMON (exquisitely): Ahhh… Are you going to walk like this now?
YAROSLAV: So I will. No, I'll untie it some day, of course, or cut the cord, but then, I don't want to do it now. Let's go and sit down.
Pass on the sofa, sit down.
DIMON (exquisitely): Well, when?
YAROSLAV: when What?
DIMON: When can I see a young lady in this house?
YAROSLAV: Oh, I don't know, Dimon. The question is certainly interesting, but I don't have an answer to it yet.
DIMON: Let me introduce you to Natasha's friend? She's been divorced for a long time, which means she won't miss another fool like that. Will love you as the most-the most… At least you will think so, as we all do.
YAROSLAV: Yes not… thank you of course, but as something need to this… in General, you can solve such issues yourself.
DIMON: Ooooh, well, how much did you do? What a mess you've made. A woman's hand, my friend, is needed in this house!
YAROSLAV: I Don't want to talk about it.
DIMON: Okay.
Pause.
YAROSLAV: Dimon…?
DIMON: Aya?
YAROSLAV: I think you're a cretin.
DIMON: A very interesting discovery.
YAROSLAV: No, I think I understand everything!
DIMON: What are you talking about?
YAROSLAV: Why didn't your wife have time to cook anything?
DIMON: Well?
YAROSLAV: your birthday is tomorrow, you fool! Here's Natasha and ran around looking for a gift, and you let all the dogs down on her.
DIMON (scratching his head): Damn, it looks like you're right. I'd forgotten all about it. By the way, come back tomorrow, we'll sit and celebrate.
YAROSLAV (unconvincingly): No, I have business there, in General, there is. If I can get away… But it is unlikely.
DIMON: Kapets, it was inconvenient. (Guiltily) I'll go smooth out the corners.
Dimon gets ready, dresses, shoes.
DIMON: Come on, this… tomorrow evening, if that (indicates with a gesture the invitation to the acceptance of alcohol).
Yaroslav shrugs his shoulders.
Dimon leaves.
Yaroslav wipes the floor clean, takes away a rag and a milk carton. He takes off his t-shirt and unties the shoelace, while exuding growls and incomprehensible vocabulary. He takes off his other foot, picks up a book from the table, reads for a while, puts the book down, and goes to bed with a blanket over his head.
ZTM.
1st DREAM
Plays quiet lyrical music (Maxim Timoshenko "Traces", or something similar).
The room becomes light.
Yaroslav is asleep. Light air step slowly is Aida. Loose garments do not constrain her movements, on the contrary, they give her elegance and a special tenderness.
Aida walks across the room, trembling, holding her hand to her chest, looking around the room. Whirls. Her eyes appear sleeping Yaroslav. She clasps both hands to her chest, looks at the man with a tender look, and sits down next to him on the bed.
Yaroslav feels some excess pressure on the bed. The hand begins to feel the place of the supposed changes. His hand meets the contours of the body of Aida, who calmly observes what is happening.
The music stops.
Yaroslav realizes that he is not alone on the bed. He opens his eyes, jumps up with a wild yell, and falls off the bed at the other end.
YAROSLAV (in a whining voice): Well, where are the sticks? I think I broke a rib.
He holds his side, stands up, and does not look at the girl, thinking that he is imagining it.