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He crosses himself significantly, while staggering.
Lydia (rudely, displeased). Ooooooo…, how you've already got me with your "not enough, help me out" here.
The 2nd buyer (in an alcoholic squeaky voice with the obsequiousness inherent in this type of people at the right moment). For the last time, please, Lead, well, don't refuse, be a friend …
Lydia (rudely, dissatisfied). What do you want? Zhigulevsky?
The 2nd buyer (in an alcoholic squeaky voice with the obsequiousness inherent in this type of people at the right moment). Of course…
Lydia (rudely, displeased). Oh, here, just get out of here, don't scare off customers with your appearance.
Lydia gives the bottle to the window, the buyer immediately hides it somewhere under his clothes, puts crumpled bills in the window, pours out the change, while not forgetting to thank.
The 2nd buyer (in an alcoholic squeaky voice with the obsequiousness inherent in this type of people at the right moment for them). Yes, you are my savior. Lead, I'll do anything for you. You just whistle, if there's anything, I'm for you…
Lydia (rudely, displeased, waving her hand outwards). That's it, go, go already…
the buyer leaves staggering. Lydia closes the window.
The music is amplified again.
A few seconds later, a third customer appears. Average outfit. Down jacket, warm pants, boots. The hood is deeply draped. This person holds the hood with his hand from the viewer's side, also hides away from the wind, so we don't see his face either.
He approaches the stall, looks at the window, takes money out of his pocket, counts, knocks.
The music stops.
Lydia opens the window.
3rd customer (in a cheerful male voice). Give me a couple of lemonades, please. My son's birthday is today, I didn't have enough. The kids are sitting at the table, waiting.
Lydia (respectfully, with warmth). Yes, please.
Serves two plastic poltorashki in the window.
Lydia (respectfully, with warmth). Will these go?
the 3rd buyer (in a cheerful male voice). They will, thank you.
The music is growing.
The buyer pays, takes the goods, leaves.
Lydia closes the window.
He goes out a few seconds later again on the street, in the same outfit, throwing on a sweatshirt as he goes. He sweeps the windows with a brush again, again splits the snow under the window. Out of breath, he leans on the stall, looks around.
There are no buyers yet.
Lydia loosens the shawl a little, exhales languidly.
Lydia (to the viewer, in a tired voice). Yeah… And so it is from day to day… Could I have thought in my younger years that everything would turn out like this? Do you think I dreamed about this?
He points with his hand and nods at the stall.
Lydia (to the viewer, in a tired voice). Noooo. It's me who's such an unsightly aunt right now… Yes, there's an aunt – grandmother already practically. Out… in these rags (looks at himself with a dismissive glance), a contingent, a job… Yes, you can see everything for yourself. But it wasn't always like that.
Lydia's face changes. A mischievous gleam appears in his eyes, a sly smile appears on his face. She even gets up in a completely different way, with some inner significance.
Lydia (to the viewer, with excitement and cunning). Do you know what I was like? Do you want me to tell you?
With a sly, expectant smile, Lydia looks around the hall, pauses. Throws aside the brush, and impressively strolling in a few steps, announces, retreating into memories.
Lydia (to the viewer, retreating into memories). I was only twenty years old then… I was pretty and actively used it…
the music increases…
the light goes out smoothly…
We turn to the story of the memories of the saleswoman from the stall.
ZTM.
Here you can stand for 10 seconds in the soundtrack and in the dark to close the kiosk with snow with some kind of screen, or other appropriate decoration, because our actions will go further in the summer period.
Scene 2.
Leto Street. Street.
A loud bright energetic youth musical composition sounds.
We give 5-6 seconds to the viewer to wait and anticipate.
And now Lidochka comes on stage. She's really pretty. In addition to the enviable natural figure and appearance, the girl is manicured, lips are summed up, eyebrows, eyelashes, haircut, outfit, tummy is bare – everything is just aerobatics.