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

But I didn't want to talk to the former teacher. Yes, she was educated, the level of communication was at a height and all that sort of thing, but it was unpleasant to communicate with her. She was somehow all over… As if woven from shackles. An old miser, dissatisfied with life, but imagining herself to be the upper world. That's how I would describe her.

My relative didn't like to communicate with her either. But with Tatiana they got along Soul to Soul.

Then, after discharge, I came to visit Tatiana several times. Yes, that's how we became friends. She was passing gifts for my relative. We talked. And she always shone with happiness. Always met with a sincere smile, always with warmth. I once asked her how she always manages to stay so fresh, so bright and attractive? She replied that she had lived her whole life to the fullest. Working as a flight attendant contributed to this. Like what kind of man — a couple of signs of attention and he's yours. No one was very interested in the presence of marital ties in these fleeting relationships. If both sides are "FOR", so what is there to solve?

Someone will say that this is immoral, tactless, that such behavior is unusual for well-mannered people. But Tatiana didn't care about the opinions of highly moral bores. She was always full of bright emotions, she was always full of life, she was always with her wings outstretched. You know what I mean?

Lisa (with interest). Yes, yes, of course.

Xana (with warmth). But with all this, Tatiana remained very polite and delicate. She wasn't rude or ignorant at all. She was able to balance delicately between feelings, desires and the line that cannot be crossed in any case.

Lisa (with interest). Men, as I understood, were not beyond this line. Family, married — were all in the rank of acceptable?

Xana (with warmth). Tatiana didn't break a single family. She always made it very clear to the family that there would be no continuation of the "holiday". That now everything will be as you want, and then you will return to your wife, and everything will be great and wonderful there. Even better than before. By the way, it was. She still received feedback from time to time.

I then wondered how I want to meet old age? Like that teacher? Or someone like Tatiana?

Lisa (with understanding). Of course, like Tatiana.

Xana (with warmth). Of course, like Tatiana. I have never seen such a vivid example of female happiness, female realization, either before or after those meetings.

Lisa (with interest). What about the family? Children?

Xana (with warmth). Tatiana managed to live in a family, left behind a daughter. But family life is constancy, after all. And she was clearly not ready for him. The marriage broke up. Later I met a man I liked and already went with him, so to speak, to victory.

Lisa (with interest). But listen, from what you've told me… I can't draw conclusions that this Tatiana is an example to follow!

Xana (with warmth). Absolutely not! There should be no role model at all! There is no need to create idols and try to be like someone else. You just need to look and feel what is closer to you. The meanest thing that can be in life is a betrayal of yourself. Their essence, their morals, their true aspirations. And the aspirations of the same Tatiana were not men at all. They were just a pleasant side effect. The topic of men, in general, frankly speaking, is not the main one in the context of what I'm talking about, dating someone or not — everyone makes their own choice. I am talking about the inner state manifested in the outer. Do you understand?

Lisa (cautiously). I think so.

Xana (with warmth). Just a sparkling, charged, bright woman will never be left without attention from men. And here is what sparkled inside her, this fervor, a taste for life. This lightness, emancipation and self — confidence — this is the core that she carried in herself.

And this core subsequently formed the basis of my new page of life. Only when I threw off all my gray husk, that's when everything started. And she found her diplomat, or rather, he found me. And everything went, and everything went!

Lisa (cautiously). Listen…, it's all interesting, of course. But… don't know. So here's the time to take, and "break off the chain"?

Xana (with warmth). Here! You said it very correctly — to break off the chain. When I realized this, I immediately had a question: "Who put us on this chain? And why?"

Lisa (with understanding). Mmm…

Xana (with warmth). Yeah!

Lisa thinks about it.

Xana (gets up, walks around, narrates). Until that turning point, men paid almost no attention to me at all. And those who did, so it is… Not men, but a pathetic semblance. I wasn't interested in those myself. But then… Then yeah… Marriage, connections, communication. My looseness progressed. I got good at it and it started. Men began to look at me as the only one, or at least as an extraordinary one.

A lot of gorgeous men are circling around me now in a pack. Moreover, the men are really gorgeous. Those who have achieved success and realization with their work, their talent. They give me expensive gifts, show me worthy signs of attention, I often go to restaurants. And everyone understands everything, and no one has any complaints about anyone. Therefore, with my personal front, everything is tip-top! But this is also not the main thing. The main thing is that I then found the strength, found the courage to open up! Throw off these chains, which are familiar to every