Николай Владимирович Лакутин - Suicide or DAY FOR MARRIAGE. Play for 2 people

LIDA (indignantly): No! I just don't care! I must hang alone, pitiful, misunderstood, and unheard… and not companionable and as someone might think-vicious!

GREGORY: it is interesting… Why are you so unheard and misunderstood? Tell me, while there are still a few minutes, can I understand and hear? So you look, and the reason for the event will not be…

Lida thinks about it. Glancing furtively at the door.

LIDA (with a sly smile): Decided to technically eliminate a competitor?

GRISHA: It might be a nice side effect, but I didn't think about it at all. Whether you hang out in that tree or not, it doesn't matter to me. I have decided to put my plan into execution and nothing will prevent it.

Lida puts the rope aside and sits down on the floor.

LIDA (with interest): Oh, Well, then you go first.

GRISHA: what am I?

LIDA: Well, what? First you tell me what drives men in suits like this to commit suicide, and then I will. I'm the first… (timidly) shy.

Grisha looks up at the Lido with out a doubt.

GRISHA: Listen, can I help you better? Give me the string, and I'll make it fast."

Grisha approaches Lida busily. But when she removes the rope, it's a cat-and-mouse game. Grisha does not manage to take the "tool of labor".

GRISHA: I don't understand? Are you going or not going? Let's somehow decide already, there's a line actually…

LIDA (with a twinkle): And I'm not going to report my actions or omissions to anyone I don't know. Let's get acquainted first, and then I'll think about whether to talk to you or not!

GRISHA (surprised): The business is! That's a woman's logic… Why would I want to meet you? Do you have a black eye?

Grisha points to the black eye.

Lida takes out a mirror, looks at it, then takes out a cosmetic bag with powder, or Foundation, and covers up the bruise. In the process of putting on make-up mimics, not looking at Grisha.

LIDA (mimics): You have a black eye over there…

She finishes her powder, looks in the mirror, and looks happy.

LIDA: All, no black eye, meet me!

Grisha thinks about it.

GRISHA (thinking aloud): Well…, in principle… I'm in no hurry. Okay… An hour earlier – an hour later…

Grisha goes up to Lida and holds out his hand in greeting.

GRISHA (with a nod): Grisha!

Lida returns the salute with a curtsey.

LIDA: Lida.

Grisha stands in a stupid position with his hand outstretched. He puts his hand behind his back.

GRISHA (through his teeth): Let's get acquainted.

Lida approaches Grisha in a boyish way and pushes him on the shoulder.

LIDA: What's so uncooperative, Grinya?

Grisha looks at what is happening in confusion. He wasn't used to this kind of familiarity.

GRISHA: Yes there is no…, not that…, I just don't really like it when something or someone interferes with my plans.

LIDA: Oh, come on. Your plans are not going anywhere. Well, if you want, I'll give it to you. And then I'll think about it, maybe I'll look for another branch, or maybe I will…

Lida shyly smiles, does not say anything, she clearly feels sympathy for Grisha.

GRISHA: What and....? What does this mean?

LIDA (after a pause): It doesn't mean anything. We have women in General, anything can mean one meaning and diametrically opposite at the same time!

GRISHA: It's true. I've lived for almost forty years and still haven't learned to understand women. Yes that there women. People! I observe this situation from time to time. You do a man good, and he hates you. And someone commits meanness after meanness, so they run to him in droves with open arms. It's not the others who are running, but the same ones! Those who were betrayed, who were set up, who… (he waves his hand without saying anything). But… What is happening in this world, how do you understand it? How can a person with a pure heart even exist here? Hard, Lida… It is very hard…

LIDA (soulful): Is that why you're here?

Grisha looks at Lida, looks away, thinks for a moment, and nods his head in response.

Lida looks down.

LIDA: I was brought here also not happy news. But … unlike you… this is not a General tragedy, but a personal one.

Grisha looks with interest at the Lido.

LIDA: I don't get married.

Grisha narrows his eyes in surprise.

LIDA: you're Laughing at me, aren't you?

GRISHA: Yes, no. I just suddenly thought about how many people in your life can be a casual gesture of refusal, managed to send to the other world in this way, that in a moment from you… Well, well?

LIDA: well, well? This is actually the whole reason.

Gregory can withstand a small pause of incomprehension. He tries to show support with his facial expressions, but it comes out rather clumsily.

LIDA: and what…, have you refused many girls in your life?

GRISHA: Yes, not exactly to many, but… maybe three… four… ten…

LIDA: Wow… One of the most popular, among our brother, if not a secret?

GRISHA: you See… I can't explain it even to myself, let alone to you. It somehow went from childhood on its own. Girls have been chasing me for as long as I can remember. This sometimes caused aggression in the children. Hence the squabbles, slander on the ground to start. And these "pleasantries" still accompany me through life. Constantly blackened, constantly under attack, constantly under the gun of the disliked and not heard… There are still more good people, I understand that, but… psychologically, it was too hard for me. One could not cope with this oppression.

LIDA: But I understand you have a lot of admirers, don't you? Didn't you choose any of them for yourself?

GRISHA: Somehow it didn't happen. I've met a lot of people, tried something, but… it doesn't work. It's all empty, and I can't do that.

LIDA: I Understand…

GRISHA: But what you said is strange. I find you quite an attractive girl. Interesting, with charm and inner fire. These girls are usually snapped up first.

LIDA: Well… but they didn't catch me.

GRISHA: So maybe the time just didn't come? Who got to pick up – a lot of mind is not necessary, but so that a really worthy person's life failed… for this, I think it's worth waiting.

Grisha pauses for a moment.

GRISHA: Am I wrong?

Lida shrugs.

LIDA: all right. Frankness for frankness.

The girl pauses and sits back.

LIDA: I was born into a fairly wealthy family. I've never known anything to be denied. I am an only daughter and of course I was spoiled. I didn't have many friends, because my parents protected me from the so-called lower classes of society. And with those who were on the same level with me-it was not always interesting. Although the classmates were developed, they were engaged in them from childhood, invested a lot of money in education, but…