Perhaps, after reading this play, you will change your attitude to the term "scoundrel"! You will love the main character, or hate it, it does not matter. It is important that it will be revealed to you in a very unusual understanding until today. In a divided and revised understanding for many from now on.
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Drama. Duration: 1 hour. 10 minutes
ACTORS
EVGENIY
ALENA
GLAFIRA
OLESYA
1 HOUSE
Evening. Residential cozy apartment. The lights are dim.
The door opens, and a tired Eugene enters. He undresses, arranges things like a master, pours water from a jug, drinks, exhales, sits on the sofa, lays out some documents, studies them.
Olesya enters the room. Dressed in a homely, but tasteful way.
OLESYA (happily): Honey, are you early today? What a surprise. And I haven't had time to cook dinner yet, why didn't you call?
EUGENE (all in business, studying the documents): Yes, I'm exhausted. It's okay, I'm not too hungry right now. I'll just work on the paperwork, and I'll be hungry in time, and you'll have time to finish everything in that time. It's okay, honey, don't worry. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I'm so busy, my head is spinning.
Eugene turns his gaze from the documents to Olesya.
EUGENE (in a nice way): Sit down, sit with me for a minute. Olesya sits down next to
me, and they hug each other.
EUGENE (kindly, embracing): I know perfectly well what the chores are worth. Always clean, always cozy. Everything is always washed and ironed. And you cook very well, not to mention everything else that you do skillfully.
Eugene begins to flirt with Olesya, she laughs, jumps off the sofa and goes to the kitchen.
OLESYA (happily, running away): The burgers on the stove, favorite I'm sorry…
EUGENE (good-naturedly): Oh, nothing, nothing… That's all right… (thoughtfully, slowly, stretching on the sofa) All ho-ro-sho.
Olesya sets the table in the hall where Eugene is sitting. Fusses, brings meatballs. Eugene helps her to arrange, puts his documents to the side, changes clothes.
They sit down at the table.
Eugene tries it.
EUGENE (pleasantly surprised): Mmm, honey, I can't stop admiring your cooking. You're a wonderful hostess. You're great at everything.
OLESYA (happy): A woman becomes wonderful only when she tries for the person she loves. So the fact that I am, as you say, wonderful, is "to blame" for you.
EUGENE (gently): I love you!
OLESYA (happy): And i you.
They eat.
OLESYA (pleasantly): How are things at work?
EUGENE (calmly): And…, nothing very new. Although! It could be something new, by the way. Again, I am not being prophesied to be a deputy.
Olesya nods knowingly.
EUGENE (indignantly): The main thing, you know, they take some people who don't understand where they came from, put them in office, a month or two or three, everything, again the vacancy is free. Again they accept, again people leave. They're looking for a man again. Well, why, I wonder, look for someone from the outside, when here I am. And with experience, and in good standing, and I know all the nuances. I'm already worn out. My superiors in the dining room are already bypassing me through the distant tables, so long as I do not bother again with an urgent question. But I get them there, too. And what do you think?
OLESYA (questioningly): What?
EUGENE (angrily): Yesterday I attended another of the screw-head.
OLESYA (with support): I never understood these bosses. And everyone says that they have, say, "big heads". Where are they big? In what place? Elementary things do not understand, and all the same-the bosses …
EUGENE (with support): Here-here-here. Golden words!
OLESYA (warmly): Well, you eat-eat. The bosses are the bosses, and we have more important things to do here.
EUGENE (not quite understanding, after a pause): Burgers then?
OLESYA (warmly): Yeah.
EUGENE (heat): That yes. This is always a priority.
They eat.
OLESYA (cautiously): Zhen?
EUGENE (in the process of eating, not too interested): M?
OLESYA (carefully): Why can't we legalize our relationship?
Eugene chokes, begins to clear his throat.
Olesya jumps down and slaps him on the back.
Everything ends well.
Catching his breath, Eugene throws up his hands in response.