Operational bachelorette party. Comedy. А play for 5 people

Girls (except Bela) are filled with a new wave of laughter.

Xana (through laughter, Bele). How-how? Penza?

Girls (except Bela) "ride" with laughter.

Bela (a little offended, to all the girls). Yes, you are Penza yourself! Peeeeensenkami. And the residents of Penza are called Penza residents, and not in some other way.

The girls are laughing, trying to calm down.

Bela, offended, mimics them. Ostentatiously deliberately "ha-ha-kaet", shows all the girls the tongue.

The girls are trying to calm down, but under a drunken bench, it's not so easy.

Bela (a little offended, to all the girls). And in general! It was a long time ago and not true. I've been a Muscovite since I was six! Practically indigenous! So there's nothing for me to do here!

Xana (in her own way, Bela). Okay, okay. Don't sulk. I just asked out of interest. Hushed up the question. (Xana switches to Damira.) And now let's popress Damira!

Bela, Lisa (in chorus, with drunken excitement). And davaaayte!

Damira looks warily at Xana.

Damira (to Xane, with a restrained hit-and-run). What has started? They were sitting normally!

Xana (in her own way, Damire). Missis, don't strain yourself like that. I just wanted to ask you about this one of yours… What's his name… Roman …, like, yes?

Damira (relieved to wave off, Xane). Oh, that's what you mean. Well, I think I've already told you everything.

Xana (cautiously, Damire). You started, but then we switched to another topic. I understand that the look of this Novel does not burn in your garden?

Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly, to Xane). Not lit… I can't understand anything at all. If you have no interest in me, then why are you dating me? But we are meeting! We don't just meet, we live, we can say together!

Bela (sympathetically, Damire). Maybe there is interest, but he just shows it in some other way, not in the look?

Lisa (sadly, with understanding and some inner bitterness of her own). No, Bela, the look is very important. This may be the most important thing, among other things.

Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly, to the girls). Wooooo! I think so too. From here I have a lot of questions.

Xana (cautiously, Damire). Well, how are you with him at all?

Damira (sincerely, Xane). Yes, it's kind of normal… He rented me an apartment, and we live there, in fact. But for some reason his things are at a minimum, basically everything is mine. He disappears at work all the time. He doesn't spend the night at home every day, however, he immediately warned about this. The specifics of the work. Business trips are frequent, trips to other regions, approvals, new offers, business expansion… Everything seems to be with him, as they say, and he treats me well. Attentive to details, respectful. He does not allow himself to raise his voice at me, and all that, although I admit I gave a reason.

Xana (suspiciously, Damire). He's very careful!

Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly). Uh-huh…

Lisa (after a short pause, carefully, Damire). I'm sorry, please, but I think he has someone else besides you.

Damira casts a meek glance at Lisa. The girls are silent.

Damira pours herself alcohol. Fill up. Drinks.

Withstands a very short pause, casting a glance at the girls.

Damira (getting drunk in front of her eyes, smiling slyly). Maybe he has someone else… Maybe I have someone else… This is life, girls! It's like that here… So somehow… Something like that, in general.

Damira takes out her phone, dials Roman.

Damira (getting drunk in front of her eyes, into the phone, to Roman). Romulus? Hi. It's me. Yes. And why do you sound so sleepy? And… well, yes, it's night. Darling, do you know that I'm calling you? No, not because she's drunk. Although that's why too. I'm not just drunk, I'm practically in gov… (Hiccups.) But that's not the point. Romulus, do you love me? (Smiles, listening to the phone.) Say more. (Smiles, listening to the phone.) Are you at home now? M… will you pick me up? I'll send the address now.

He hangs up, writes the address in the phone, sends a message.

Bela (with interest, Damire). What? Will he come?

Damira (nodding, hiccupping). Romulus is fine!

Xana (exhaling, relieved, Damire). Well, then it's not as bad as it seems. Everything is almost good. Come on, Lady, get ready and don't forget to call Sergey tomorrow, about work!

Damira staggers off to get dressed.

Lisa (to the girls). Yes…, it's interesting they have everything there.

Lisa gets a text message. She picks up the phone, reads the text in surprise.

Bela and Xana look at Lisa with interest.

Xana (to Lisa with interest). Who's texting you at night?

Lisa (to the girls). I'm shocked myself! Buddy. We met on the Internet for quite a long time. We communicate. He's also from here, but we've never met him, and honestly, I'm not eager. It's fun to talk to him, but I don't want anything personal with him, not my passenger.

Bela (to Lisa with interest). And what does he write?

Lisa (reads the text aloud). Lisa! Find me a girl urgently! I can't really eat or sleep anymore! I twisted all my brains. I want a serious relationship with a normal girl, and all sorts of bitches come across! Don't you have a good, unspoiled girl in mind? Help me, I pray!

Lisa looks at Xana and Bela.

Xana shifts her sly gaze to Bela.

Lisa also understands this look, she begins to look at Bela appraisingly.

Bela looks blankly at Xana and Lisa.

Bela (to the girls, confused and confused). Whoooo?

Xana (Bele). Well, Squirrel…, fate found you by itself. Come on, let's go!

Lisa (to Bela, calmly). Write down the number!

Bela (to the girls, confused and confused). Are you serious?

Xana nods her head. Lisa writes a message in response, sends it.

Lisa (to Bela, calmly). That's it, I told him you'd call back now.

Bela (in a panic, to the girls). No, no, what are you? I can't do this! And you never know what he is! And he doesn't know me at all. Yes, everything is shaky here, you can't do the same! Also… well… Well, it's somehow wrong!!!

Xana takes Bela's phone, gives it to Lisa.

Xana (giving the phone to Lisa). Here, write down the number.

Xana turns to Bela.

Xana (Bele). And how is it right? A squirrel? A prince on a white horse with a rose in his teeth? Stop believing in fairy tales! This is life and here no one knows what is right and what is not! And if life itself gives you a chance, then it's stupid not to take it! (In a commanding tone.) Well, I quickly took the phone and called this one! (He turns to Lisa.) What's the kid's name?

Lisa (saving the number in Bela's phone). Artem. He's a normal guy, don't worry, Bela. I think you will succeed with him. You are similar in many ways.

Lisa hands the phone to Bela. Bela turns her head negatively, does not fit.

Xana resolutely approaches Bela and pushes her towards Lisa.

Lisa and Xana insist.

Bela, embarrassed and embarrassed, takes her phone from Lisa's hands.

Xana (friendly, White). Wow, well done, and now we press the call and go to communicate with Artem!

Xana herself presses "call" on Bela's phone.

Bela rushes around, but Lisa and Xana literally push her out of sight with the phone.

Bela's voice (timid, uncertain). Hello? Artyom? Hi, it's Bela…

you can't hear Bela anymore.

Xana and Lisa beat off the "five" with their palms.

The assembled Damira comes out. She's drunk, but she's standing on her feet.

Damira (to Lisa and Xana). Well, that's it, girls, my Romchik is coming, I'm off. Let's see you, we'll write off.

Girls (Damira, Xana, Lisa) hug, say goodbye.

Damira leaves.

Xana (to Lisa, seriously). Listen, well… I won't have to worry about this Artem? After all, the girl was thrown into the embrasure (nodding towards Bela talking on the phone somewhere out of sight).

Lisa (reassuring). Yeah, noooo, what are you. He's a normal guy. Quiet, calm. He really has no luck with women. He told me, I honestly didn't care. We are angels compared to those with whom he tried to build relationships.

Xana (to Lisa, doubtful). Maybe it's just how he presents it?

Lisa (calmly). No, it doesn't look like it. He's unsophisticated. Simple, open. And, accordingly, there are always those for such people who are ready to breed them, shake them out, use them… Yes, you know everything yourself what to tell.

Xana (with understanding). That yes…

A happy, mysteriously smiling Bela comes out. Phone in hand, already talked. Xana and Lisa look at Bela.

Xana (happily). Oooooh, and the Squirrel has blossomed! (To Lisa.) Look what's being done!

Lisa (smiling contentedly in support of Xana's words). Uh-huh ....

Bela is embarrassed, smiling. He keeps silent.

Xana (with intrigue, Bele). Well? Have you talked?

Bela (happily). Agaaaaaaaaaa.

Xana (with interest). A normal guy?

Bela (happily). Cool.

Xana looks at Lisa with satisfaction.

Lisa (that's enough, Xane). What did I say!

Xana puts her arm around Lisa. Lisa and Xana look questioningly at Bela.

Bela (happily). Honestly…, I'm surprised at myself. We had such a good talk. It's like we've known each other all our lives. Girls, do you believe – no? Does this happen?

Lisa, Xana (chorus, White). Things happen.

Bela (happily). We talked–talked… I said that I am here with you now. Artem offered to come and pick me up.

Lisa and Xana are listening attentively, watching. They don't interrupt, they don't ask questions. Waiting for the denouement.

Bela (happily, embarrassed). And I agreed!

Lisa (calmly, positively). Well, you did the right thing!

Xana (strictly). Okay, stop! And where will he take you then? To yourself?

Bela (happily, embarrassed). No, he offered to take me home. To my house.

Xana (warily). Hmm… In Biryulyovo, it appears.

Bela (happily, embarrassed). Yeah.

Lisa (seeing Xana's excitement, soothing. Xane). Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Well, at most a kiss to begin with. No more.

Bela (upset, to Lisa). No more?

Xana and Lisa laugh.

Xana (positively). And the girl got a taste!

Lisa (to Bela). Listen, he doesn't live around here, does he?

Bela (positively, to Lisa). Yes, he said he would be in 10 minutes.

Xana (Bele). So what are you standing for? Come on, get ready soon!

Bela skips, happily runs away to get dressed, get ready.

Xana (positively, to Lisa). Here! See how you didn't stay for nothing. Almost left the Squirrel without a man. And so, that's how nice it turned out. (He points in the direction of the runaway Bela.) Oh, she jumped like that!

Lisa (to Xane, a little sad). Yes, of course. Everything is not in vain in our life.

Xana sees Lisa's mood. She understands that everything is not going smoothly in her life. Withstands a cautious pause, ponders a further plan of action.

Xana (the body, in a friendly way, to Lisa).

Liza looks at Xana questioningly.

Xana (the body, in a friendly way, to Lisa). Come on a little bit?

Lisa (to Xane). Oh, Xan, I don't want to anymore. I drank my quota. That's enough for me.

Xana (indignantly, to Lisa). Do you think I want to? Yes, I generally hate to look at this alcohol already. But the situation is forcing! It's just the two of us. We're both in no hurry to get home, right?

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 grandmother. She was blooming and fragrant. And this despite the fact that she was in the hospital at that moment with a very unpleasant diagnosis.

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 person, and start breathing deeply! That's when I really started living!

Lisa (enviously). I want the same!

Xana (with intrigue). Teach?

Lisa thinks for a little bit.

Lisa (definitely, loudly, firmly and confidently). Yeah!

Xana (with intrigue). Get up!

Xana approaches Lisa, holds out her hands to her. Lisa takes it. Xana pulls Lisa out of her seat. Both are standing.

Rhythmic music begins to sound softly.

Xana (with intrigue). Come on, shake it up. Imagine that you have been wearing a bunch of different blocks, clamps, chains and shackles since childhood. Close your eyes and directly imagine all this in material execution!

Lisa closes her eyes. Presents. He slouches a little under the weight, sits down a little, imagining all this heaviness on himself.

Xana (with intrigue). Introduced?

Lisa (heavily, with a tired hoarseness). Yeah…

Xana (loudly, imperiously). And now get rid of all this nonsense with one jerk, one time!

Lisa imagines how she takes on all this binding and burdening, and jerks off all this, having managed to jump aside.

Lisa sighs with relief, looks wearily at Xana. Lisa's look is already different. She's different.

Xana (with interest). How? Easier?

Lisa (discovering something new in herself, carefully). Yeah…

Xana (with intrigue). Now straighten up, spread your arms as if they were wings.

Xana shows you how to do it. He spreads his arms out to the sides like wings. Lisa repeats the movements.

Xana (with intrigue). Feel every feather, take a deep, deep breath, straightening your shoulders.

The girls sigh deeply with pleasure, closing their eyes, straightening their shoulders, not waving their wings too much.