Operational bachelorette party. Comedy. А play for 5 people - Николай Владимирович Лакутин

Lisa (calmly agreeing, Xane). Right.

Xana (cheerfully, to Lisa). What else can we do?

Lisa (reluctantly, to Xane). Mmm… if only very straight for a little bit.

Xana winks approvingly. Pours. Less for Lisa, more for myself.

They raise their glasses.

A partially clothed Bela runs in.

Bela (hurriedly, excitedly, to the girls). Hey! Wait, wait, wait!!! Where without me!

The girls lower their glasses.

Bela handles the bottle and glass by herself. The girls are waiting for her.

Bela (hurriedly, to the girls). The subject called! He's already here. Let's go for a walk, and I'm off!

Xana (turns to Lisa, nodding towards Bela). He's already a topic for her! I got used to it quickly, well done.

Lisa smiles.

Bela (busily, as if experienced, where to go, girls). Life, girls, is such a thing. She's not walking, she's rushing, flying! There is no time to slow down and blunt. It's either Pan or gone.

Xana and Lisa smile. Bela hurriedly raises her glass, the girls support her. Clink glasses, drink.

Bela (hurriedly, to the girls). Yeah, that's it, I ran!

Bela kisses goodbye on the cheeks with Lisa and Xana.

Xana (parting words, White). Good luck to you!

Lisa (parting words, Bela). Say hello to Artem from me! Tell him to behave himself!

Bela (running away, saying goodbye to the girls). I will do everything to make him behave badly!

Bela Joyous runs away.

Lisa (nodding playfully in the direction of the runaway Bela). That bitch!

Xana (approvingly). Our man!

Xana (taking up another bottle not tested before, looking questioningly at Lisa). So what?

Lisa (refusing). Oh, no! I'm all. And it's already not good.

Xana (pouring herself a little). It's not comme il faut itself. But you have to try! I won't take this one yet.. (hiccups) fuck.. (hiccups) la.

Xana takes a sip. He winces a lot.

Xana (disgustedly). It's disgusting! (He finishes the rest.) Just awful! (He pours himself some more of the same, plump up, sips again.) It's just some kind of nightmare! They also sell such junk. Someone is also buying!

Lisa is interested in approaching the bottle with this most "unpleasant" taste. Reads the label. Pours himself a little, will stay.

Lisa (tasting and savoring). Whoooo… Yummy! I've never seen this before.

Xana (rejoicing at the trick that worked). Of course I haven't. They don't sell that here. A familiar winemaker sends this Maratika from France. Well, here he presented one bottle for us.

The girls pour themselves more of this wonderful wine, sit down side by side, hold glasses in their hands, hug.

Xana (cautiously, as if begging for something). Liiiii?

Lisa (with warmth, turning to Xana). M?

Xana (cautiously, as if begging for something). Why are you sad, Liii?

Lisa (with warmth). I? Yes, not that… so …

Xana (cautiously). I noticed the sadness in your eyes when they talked about Roman's look to Damira. About this missing light. Things aren't going smoothly on your personal front, are they?

Lisa sighs heavily.

Xana (cautiously). I'm sorry if I'm getting into the Soul. You don't have to open it to me.

Lisa takes a short pause, looks kindly at Xana.

Lisa (with warmth). To be honest, I envy you.

Xana (with interest). For me? What's wrong?

Lisa (with warmth). You live so brightly… So for real. So… somehow… like in the movies, you know? You are the main actress of your life, who plays the main role! A bright role! Intense and emotional. And it's like I'm playing some kind of secondary role in my life. Before I met you, I thought that I still had the main game on this chessboard, called life. Now I understand that the party is not my main one, and I am not a very significant figure. Maybe not a pawn, but a Knight or a Bishop, but in inept hands. And when a chess player is weak, then the figure is of little use, no matter what it is.

Xana (with support, encouraging). Well! Don't be sour! What are you? You look so spectacular. The first beauty from our today's beau monde!

Lisa (embarrassed). Really?

Xana (with a sense of self-importance). Well, after me, of course!

They both laugh.

They drink wine from glasses, put the glasses aside (you can directly on the floor).

Xana (with warmth). Should I tell you about how I became like this?

Lisa (with interest). Yes, I'm very interested.

Xana (with warmth, retreating into memories). It was about a year before the marriage. I was an average gray mouse then. It's probably hard to believe now, but it's true. I, like everyone else, was taught high morality and that everything in the world is impossible. I obediently fulfilled these covenants. I was too shy to look into a man's eyes, let alone look somewhere else. I was ashamed even of my thoughts, which, for the sake of puberty, still made themselves felt.

And so, it so happened that a relative of mine got sick. She went to the hospital with oncology. Chemotherapy, everything. I came to visit. There were three women in the ward. Everyone is over sixty. One is a former teacher, the second is my relative, and the third is Tatiana. Former flight attendant. Against their background, I was very young. I addressed the former teacher by her first name and patronymic, you still say hello, communicate while you are in the ward. And the woman who worked as a flight attendant — she introduced herself as Tatiana. She did not name her patronymic. I talked to her the most. She was mesmerizing with her inner charm. I was captivated by her openness and kindness. His eyes shone with sincerity, happiness and warmth. Yes, by the age of sixty, but I couldn't call her a