Plays on the 5,6,7,8,9,10 people. Collection №4

Yana sits back in the chair, arms folded and pouting.

PHILIPP: (calmly) Vooot. Now I believe you. Shouting, nervous, sulking… it's all right, I'm home.

Philip goes into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together contentedly.

PHILIPP: (speaking softly to the audience, as if to himself) The best defense is a good offense.

Philip winks at the audience and disappears behind the wall.

YANA: (with resentment) What a man…

shakes his head, takes off his fancy shoes, picks up the discarded ball, puts it on the chair, takes away the headphones and shoes.

They return to the room together.

Philip is already at home, nods contentedly, wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes the newspaper and sits down on a chair. Yana stands up, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband from under her brows.

YANA: (with resentment) HOW's the soup?

: (calmly, without looking up from the newspaper) Normally.

YANA: (sadly) Normally…

Yana shakes her head in resignation and is about to go to the kitchen, but her husband stops her.

PHILIPP: Wait a minute. Come here to me.

Yana

approaches her husband, Philip grabs her, puts her on his lap, Yana involuntarily smiles through her sadness.

YANA: Well, stop it… the

Wife is not particularly, but still, as if trying to escape.

PHILIPP: (serious)

YANA: (looking away, calmly) Love.

Philip puts his hands on his wife's head. Kiss.

ZTM FOREST

Lightning flashes, thunder is heard, the sound of rain. The light flashes. Semi-darkness is set. From the edge of the trees in a raincoat, Philip makes his way to the stage, cringing, with a basket in his hand.

He puts down his basket, looks indignantly at the sky, and winces. He takes an armful of mushrooms out of the basket and looks at them with regret.

PHILIPP: (loudly, plaintively) And the devil took me this weekend to get out into nature. I didn't really want these mushrooms that much. I would be sitting in a comfortable chair, warm, watching TV, inhaling the aroma of burnt cutlets on the stove. This is romance, this is recreation, a worthy pastime. What's this? (Loudly, as irritated as possible) Ugh!!!

There is a flash, deafening thunder, and the lights go out.

PHILIPP: (in a trembling, fearful voice) Oops… Oppulence… What was that just now? Where is the light? The Eclipse seems to be for the next couple of hundred years was not promised… Ggggggreat something like that somewhere… (shouts in the dark) People!

Turns on the light, dimness. On the stage with two large dogs (for safety reasons on leashes, if the dogs are real) is a tall man in a raincoat and hood facing Philip. Philip is startled. It is advisable to shout so that even the viewer shudders, given the unexpected situation. If the dogs are trained to bark at the cry of Philip – this will be aerobatics, if not, you can use an audio recording of the bark.

PHILIPP: (with a panicked, strangled cry) Aaaaaah!

Philip's legs give way from fear, and he falls into an awkward Crouch, trying to say something inarticulate in a trembling voice.

VACHAGAN: So you say… damn you… well,well. Take it higher, Philip Georgievich… Let's get acquainted – Vachagan!

There is a flash and thunder. The gloom is restored, and the sound of rain fades, but it doesn't stop.

VACHAGAN: (important, heartfelt, deep) these Mushrooms are for you in so far as, my friend. But our meeting was supposed to take place… I should have! PHILIP

: (in a strangled, panicked voice) I didn't make an appointment with anyone here, you've got me confused with someone else. I'm not…

VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) I know all about you. Even what you don't know! Haven't you ever wondered about the sincerity of your friends?.. close… colleagues? At the time of choosing the necessary parameters for life, you preferred the standard set. Therefore, you are always guided by what you see, like most people… But today I'll give you the gift you've been dreaming about for so long. From now on, you will not only see, but also hear your opponent.

PHILIP: what? What does it mean? Who are you? How do you know…

VACHAGAN: (interrupts in a grave voice) Now you will hear the true thoughts of a person. This gift will be given to you for as long as you wish. Yes, be careful, try not to go crazy after you see the "true faces" of people…

PHILIP: Vachagan? What a strange name… Who are you?

VACHAGAN: (with a grin) Hah… also my desire… Well, hold on… Good luck!

Flash, thunder, lights go out.

There is a startled cry from Philip.

Plays loud rhythmic mysterious music (recommended introduction to "the sorcerer's Doll")

CURTAIN

The music stops.

ZTM

END OF THE FIRST ACTION

ACT TWO

PHILIP'S HOUSE

Philip is asleep in his bed, and his wife is not there.

The alarm goes off, Philip groans, wakes up, turns off the alarm, sits on the bed, holds his head in his hands.

Yana enters the room in her home clothes, Slippers, no manicure on her hands, no trace of her hair left.

Yana carries a plate of porridge for her husband, a piece of bread, a spoon.

YANA: are You awake? Here you go, eat the rice you like sweetened.

Yana gives the plate to her husband, he looks at his wife in a dazed way, accepts the plate, thinks something to himself, and begins to eat.

YANA: Well, tell me. What happened to you yesterday?

Philip looks up from his meal and looks at his wife strangely.

PHILIPP: What happened to me yesterday?

YANA: I don'T know… You came in late, all wet and drunk… It looks like you ate some raw mushrooms that you picked, and who knows what you picked there, because in the basket that you brought, there were only a few bitten White legs, one red leg, a couple of spat Buttercups that didn't seem to be to your taste, and a hat of Aspen.

YANA's voice in THE recording: But you didn't get poisoned, you bastard, you just gave me hope for nothing…

Philip shudders. He looks around with wide eyes, then looks at his wife. He scratches his ear and shakes his head.

PHILIPP:

YANA's VOICE in the recording: Aha, it looks like a couple of toadstools did shoot. It's kind of slow… there's something wrong with the rumors. Maybe there's still a chance…

Philip shudders again. He looks directly at his wife. The porridge from the plate in his hand begins to fall to the floor, Philip doesn't notice, his mouth opens in surprise, and he begins to understand what is happening.

Yana looks at him as if nothing has happened, with the humble, decent look of a wife.

YANA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (Joyous) So… So… well,well,well,well… It looks like my prayers were answered after all. Well, come on, honey, well davaaaaay....

YANA: I say, I was worried about you, no matter how poisoned. I don't know where I went, what I did. He came home looking strange and thoughtful. I was even afraid to approach you. I looked around the corner as you struggled to undress and fell asleep. So I ask… What happened, my dear? How are you? The porridge is falling on the floor, be careful… Everything okay?

PHILIPP: (sighs) Phew… I don't understand it myself. Some kind of haze. So I got drunk last night? Probably because of this. I was in such a downpour yesterday. All the world was cursed. It would be better to sit with his beloved wife at home, watch a movie. Why didn't you stop me?

YANA's VOICE in the RECORDING: (Annoyance) Why the hell would you give me up here, sit with you and watch a movie? I think it's a false alarm. Held by a cucumber. Know neomails.

YANA: (trembling) I… didn't think of it. I respect your choice. A man must have his own space, well… I thought you would relax, gain strength, come home happy, rested…

Philip looks doubtfully at his wife, strokes his chin with the palm of his hand, puts the porridge aside.

YANA's voice in the recording: (indignantly) What are you looking at, goat?

YANA: Something wrong, my love?

PHILIP: (holding back feelings) Hmm… uh-huh… all clear… favorite means…

YANA: (Gently) Yes, my love…

YANA'S voice in the recording: (indignantly) Favorite – favorite… was once… my mother's, I guess… Who else would love you, a poor one… However… there was one fool… How did I fall for it? I don't know.

Philip shakes his head, trying not to show his angry, angry look.

IAN: (thoughtfully) Will you be late for work, dear?

YANA'S VOICE in the recording: (indignantly) Get out of here…

PHILIP: (holding back his feelings) NDA… I think it's really best for me to go to work now… (With insight) Oh… by the way… work… we'll clear it up there now… Well, guys… keep.

Philip is furious, and hastily puts on his work clothes, grabs his bag, and slams the door, leaving the house.

The wife looks at all this with interest and incomprehension.

YANA's voice in the recording: What's wrong with him? No, something is happening…

Yana sits down, puts the porridge that has fallen on the floor back into the plate on her knees, and stands up.

YANA'S voice in the recording: Okay, we'll figure it out. Gone and, thank God. So I belong to myself until tonight. (Intricately) And maybe not just for yourself…

Yana goes into the kitchen, dancing in a great mood.

ZTM. OFFICE

The picture is already traditional. A small office sofa for visitors, on which, snoring, huddles heavy driver Gennadievich. Desktops, laptops at which the Manager Yuri and logistician Anton sit impressively, they are again passionate about the computer game of tanks, playing with each other over the network. The noise of gunfire and the roar of engines comes from their computers. Accountant Natalia is engaged in this time manicure, sipping tea, does not ignore a large box of chocolates standing on her Desk, open and partially eaten, while talking on a mobile phone with a friend, holding the phone shoulder to ear.

The work office phone is broken, but there is no one to pick up the phone, everyone is again "very busy".

Anton defiantly presses a button on his laptop, leans back in his chair, stretches, yawns.

ANTON: (To Yuri) eh… let's take a break. Let's get some tea or something. (Natalia, loudly) Natasha do you have any more candy in there?

NATALIA: (distracting from the conversation, "through the teeth») Yes, but not about your honor.

The accountant continues to go about his business, conversation, candy, manicure.

Anton and Yuri get up, smiling sweetly. They take their mugs, throw in a tea bag, go to the cooler, take water, stirring with spoons, clink mugs, going to Natalia's table. They look at me almost hypnotically. Very intently, but with a touch of irony. Begin to mix the tea more diligently, the ringing of spoons in mugs increases.

Natalia winces and writhes, but doesn't give up.

The phone continues to ring on the accountant's Desk with small interruptions to re-dial the number.

Yuri picks up the phone and answers it himself.

YURI: Hello, am I listening? That's right. Who is needed? (He looks at Natalya with his lip stuck out) On what issue? (Outstretched) Oh, from naloooooogovoy…

Natalia throws the phone of her personal phone to the side, gestures to indicate that she is not there, so that the Manager does not give her the phone.

Yuri understands everything, shows his colleague the " Ok " gesture.

YURI: (into the phone) You know, she literally just left with the reports, I think, to redirect you. (Listening to the phone) Oh, that's what you're talking about? Well, that means everything is in order, soon all the documents will be in place. (He listens to the phone) Yes, Yes, of course I understand. We just have so much work to do, Natalia Viktorovna comes before everyone else and leaves later than everyone else, all in reports, in documents. Still on it, does not have time, but she tries very hard, believe me.

Yuri hangs up the phone with a dissatisfied face.

YURI: (to Natalia) She didn't seem to believe me… and hung up. In General, the report is required quarterly…

NATALIA: Yes, I understand already. Pancake… Okay, I'll do it… in a week.

The guys continue to tap their spoons inside their mugs, and look at the accountant pleadingly.

NATALIA: All right, all right, take it. (Hands a box of chocolates to the boys) I'm already full anyway.

Natalia picks up her mobile phone.

NATALIA: (into the phone) Hello, Snezan? Are you still here?" Yes distracted again, the tax brakes. No,no, it's all right, tell me. (Loudly, violently) Here's a dog…

At this cry, a sleepy Gennadievich turns around, looking questioningly at Natalia. He looks at the guys eating candy, and the driver's face changes to a disapproving expression.

GENNADIEVICH: uh,uh, guys, what are you doing?.. are you eating candy?

He rises from the sofa, grunting.

GENNADIEVICH: It's not Christian. What about corporate ethics, male solidarity. Have you seen my mug?

Natalia pulls out a driver's Cup from somewhere and raises it above her head, not looking up from the conversation.

GENNADIEVICH: OH, thank you.

The driver takes water from the cooler, staggers sleepily to the guys, takes a candy from the box, puts it in his mouth.

Plays loud rhythmic music of a panicked nature (recommended Intro to "Hymn of the jester»)

All employees of the office get scared, drop all their business, rush in all directions.

Natalia throws the phone away, quickly removes all the manicure accessories from the table, and runs somewhere to get the documents.

The driver, choking on a candy, coughs, chokes, Yuri slaps him on the back, Anton runs to his and Yuri's computers. Something there tries to do faster, close, quickly creates a working environment.

Philip enters the office looking pleased, in a formal suit, mobile phone in hand. In the other hand is a work bag. He presses the phone button, and the music stops abruptly.

Philip puts the phone to his ear.

PHILIPP: (into the phone, fervently, cheerfully) I'm listening? Yes I. Transferred? Great. All right, I'll move it.

Puts down the phone, looks at the employees "choosing a victim".

The driver finally clears his throat, and Yuri stops slapping him on the back.

Natalia, with documents in her hands, approaching her Desk, casually notices the Manager.

NATALIA: (sycophant) Oh, Philip Georgievich, Hello. You are so happy today, you look so good, you look so much younger and refreshed. How do you do it?

NATALIA'S voice in the recording: (offended) You came here, you brute, after all. Never lets you talk to your friend properly. I hope he didn't show up for long.

PHILIPP: (with a twofold smile) Thank you, Natasha, you are so kind. I had a good rest in nature yesterday, gained strength, shook my brain so to speak, well, that's the result on the face. (With a trick) How are you doing? You can be calm about the accounting direction?

NATALIA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (mockingly) Of course you can… true, maybe someone will be put in jail for fraud and double accounting, I messed up a little in the documents there, well, like a little… for six years so strict.

NATALIA: (fawning) Philip Georgievich, what a conversation, you know me! I stand day and night at the post of our financial well-being. I can say that I protect the interests of the company with my chest (protrudes my chest forward). (As if by accident) If only someone would give me a bonus for such efforts… for my zeal for my self-denial… Ah… I would put it bluntly… absolutely not upset… PHILIP

: (viciously, softly, turning away from the audience) I'll give you a bonus, I'll give you a bonus for six years of strict Protocol.

He turns to the accountant and tries to be polite.

PHILIPP: (with a twofold smile) Let's discuss it, Natalia Viktorovna.

Natalia sits down at the table, with a satisfied smile anticipating a solid bonus, lays out the documents.

NATALIA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (mockingly) I'll roll this Murlo out for more money. I have enough for Paris and Italy. I was a little modest last month when I debited funds past the cash register. But never mind, I'll catch up this month. I'll have half a year's work under me, and then I'll have enough to live on, and the ends will be in the water.

Philip hears all this, his face confirms it, his eyes fill with rage, his fists clench, his veins swell.

The driver, catching his breath, leans on Yuri's Desk, tries to sneak away under the noise, Yuri takes his workplace, simulates complete immersion in the labor process.

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) So, valim – valim, on the quiet…

PHILIP: (loudly, violently, to the driver) Stop!

The driver freezes in place.

PHILIP: Gennadievich…, my dear. How is your health? How are you feeling?

The driver turns and tries to make a pained face.

GENNADIEVICH: (pitifully) Yes…

the DRIVER's voice in THE recording: (unruly) Like you on....to globocice I do not.

GENNADIEVICH: (compassionate) Nothing, Philip Georgievich, nothing. Creaking slowly. Your prayer.

PHILIPP: Why is your face swollen again? I gave you a bonus, didn't I? Are you still starving?

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) I'll tell you what's on your tongue, right now… from hunger. It will always come when you didn't expect it. At least once I got a good night's sleep. And I would buy a normal sofa, zhmotyara, on this while you sleep, you will bend to the death, then you will not straighten up. What goes here, still does nothing at work, except to create importance. These Directors in General, in all conscience, decent shit in essence, and ours is no exception. No one thinks about employees… nobody!

GENNADIEVICH: (compassionate) I'm Sorry, Philip Georgievich. Indeed, I still save on food. I have a lot of debts accumulated, I gave out a bonus, I didn't leave anything for myself. But I'm not complaining, everything is fine, I'll manage, don't worry.

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) Oh, I didn't say a damn thing, I liked it myself. No, I'm still talented. I'm doing the wrong thing, I feel like I need to steal big, and here I am… then a ten, then a twenty of gasoline with salt… all these little things… fifty liters a week, well, do not respect yourself. It's all wrong… scale is needed, scale! I'm just wasting my talent. Oh… what an actor is dying in me… And this.... this is it… the Director can't even buy a normal sofa.

PHILIPP: (With contempt) How can I not worry, my dear man, when such a person dies in you?.. such an honest, pure in thought and deed, sincere, sensitive person. A good man, the pride of our company!

The driver is embarrassed, stands up in a timid pose, shyly, modestly runs the toe of one foot on the floor, as if embarrassed, showing extreme timidity.

PHILIPP: (to the audience, as if to himself) And the actor is really talented. Notable plays, parasite. That means fifty liters a week… and a comfortable couch to sleep on… well,well…

GENNADIEVICH: (very located, welcoming) I will go, Philip Georgievich, there are a lot of deliveries for today, I need to do everything in time, I don't want to inadvertently disgrace the company's image.

PHILIP: Okay, go with God… the

Driver leaves, the Director looks reproachfully at his back, thinks about how to live with this further and what to do in General.

Suddenly, the Director's face changes, he hears the next lines in his head.

ANTON's voice in the recording: Sooooo, it's going to get to us.

Philip turns his gaze to Anton.

ANTON'S VOICE in the recording: Watching. Now it's getting to something anyway. So, we pretend to work. Work… Work.

The VOICE of YURI IN writing: Anton, damn, you should at least I was knocked out. I've just turned everything off in a hurry, and you're still online, so we'll sleep for a day or two… Yeah, man, I really fucked you today. And all because you have no strategy. Tactics are weak, and in General, you are a so-so opponent, what is there, more than a fee. All the same, logistics is not really engaged, even if I trained at work once again than with women with their own on Dating sites to hang out.

Philip, understanding the true situation, nods his head sadly, biting off his lower lip. He goes to Yuri, who is sitting with his back to him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Yuri jumps a little in surprise on the spot.

PHILIPP: (trying to hide his indignation) How's our sales Department doing, Yura?

YURI: Philip Georgievich, I'm sorry, I was working quite hard, and I didn't notice how you approached… Sales are going… going, everything is good. (Unconvincingly) I'm just developing a new region. We swim very shallow, Philip Georgievich, don't you think? Yes, the city, below us, the nearest regions, this is all fine, but there are still a lot of undeveloped territories. It's all about the customers, money, development…

PHILIP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) NDA…

PHILIP's voice is smooth.: (To Yuri) Well,well… so, how's your progress in developing new territories?

YURI: (important) Well, Philip Georgievich, we are working! Immediately… you know, the process is not fast. While you're fishing, while they're discussing everything, while they're making faces. At the prices of the swing again, no one shies away from today. In General, I fight for the common cause, I hammer the regions, I push…

PHILIP: (playfully, loudly, to the audience) Pretty boy! What a man! This is a fighter. Shark of business!!! You're the king of the world, boy! As if…

Philip swings his fist until no one can see, aims at Yuri's head, but manages to control himself, and when Yuri turns his gaze to the Director, he hugs him with his arm raised above his head.

PHILIPP: (thoughtfully, sarcastically) Yes… This is a team, this is what I understand, strength! Power!

Philip is coming to Anton. Anton looks at the Director with the most honest and loyal eyes ever.

ANTON: (indulging) Philip Georgievich, everything is fine with logistics. There are no complaints, we deliver everything on time, and sometimes even exceed expectations. Within the organization, the supply issue is also resolved efficiently and on time. We work only with proven transport companies, local carriers and attract only legal entities during the seasonal period, so that there is someone to ask in case of anything, however, there have been no incidents about this yet, and I hope they will not happen in the future. The entire logistics system operates under my strict guidance. We are working hard, Philip Georgievich!

PHILIPP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) Prepared… Okay… live for now… therefore, not all so tragic as it seems at first glance…

Philip Anton nods, moving away from his Desk, stops, hearing the thoughts of Anton in the back.

Anton leans back in his chair with a satisfied grin looking at the back of the departing Director.

ANTON'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: What a fool. He doesn't know who works for whom in this organization. I love these suckers. (Philosophically) Ah… Life would be boring without fools! Thank you, God, for sending such an idiot on my beautiful path. Go, go, (mockingly) Filippok, live in your happy ignorance.

Philip turns abruptly to Anton, his arms outstretched in a belligerent attitude, lightning flashing on his face.

Anton suddenly leans back in his chair, his face showing genuine fear.

The Director pulls himself together and, coming out of the position and pose, snaps his fingers and points his index fingers at Anton.

PHILIPP: (Anton) Pretty boy!

Philip drops his hands and looks at his working colleagues in resignation, realizing that they are really slackers, deceivers, and hypocrites. He leaves with a wave of his hand.

NATALIA: (to the guys) It's not like that today… strange…

Anton drains back in his chair, recovering from the shock.

ANTON: Yeah… does the head have weakened our leader…

YURI: Man, he scares me with his behavior. No matter what happens…

Plays a growing mysterious cheerful music (recommended Linkin Park "Faint" – Intro)

(It is desirable to "shake" the viewer with a loud pulsating rhythm, by this time he is already tired).

Employees of the company sigh with relief, Natalia waves the report in front of her face, blowing herself, Anton shakes his head, leaning back in the chair with his feet on the table. Yuri scratches the back of his head and taps his fingers on the tabletop in thought.