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4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy - Nikolay Lakutin

4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy

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2022

Когда судьба поворачивает четыре раза и раскрывает перед миром две запутанные истории любви, когда на карте присутствуют жизнь и смерть, когда эмоции выходят за рамки… Настоящие чувства, истинные ценности и теплое послевкусие – все это вы найдете в комедии с нежными драматическими нотками "Четыре поворота". В этой пьесе сочетаются две сокращенные пьесы Николая Лакутина "Суицидальный, или День для бракосочетания" и "Курьер" с некоторыми модификациями, сделанными с учетом новой двухактной постановки в новом исполнении.

Благодаря ярким эмоциональным переживаниям и интригующему сюжету, вы погрузитесь в мир неожиданных поворотов событий. Истории героев укрепят в вас веру в настоящее человеческое чувство и покажут, что независимо от сложностей, любовь может преодолеть любые преграды.

Каждый из персонажей имеет свою уникальную историю, их пути пересекаются в самый неожиданный момент, внося в жизнь каждого из них непредсказуемые изменения. Вы будете сопереживать героям и слежать за их постепенным преображением, а финал оставит вас с впечатлением ностальгии и приятным послевкусием.

"Четыре поворота" - это не просто комедия, она погружает зрителя в мир искрометных диалогов и захватывающих сюжетных линий. В новой постановке созданы новые сцены, открывающие дополнительные грани персонажей и делающие спектакль еще более интересным и динамичным.

Не пропустите возможность окунуться в уникальную атмосферу "Четырех поворотов" и насладиться живым театральным искусством с глубоким смыслом и проникновенным исполнением. Приходите и узнайте, как четыре поворота смогут перевернуть ваше представление о любви и судьбе.

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Attention! ALL COPYRIGHTS TO THE PLAY ARE PROTECTED BY THE LAWS OF RUSSIA, INTERNATIONAL LEGISLATION, AND BELONG TO THE AUTHOR. ITS PUBLICATION AND REPUBLICATION, REPRODUCTION, PUBLIC PERFORMANCE, TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, MAKING CHANGES TO THE TEXT OF THE PLAY WHEN STAGED WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS PROHIBITED. THE PRODUCTION OF THE PLAY IS POSSIBLE ONLY AFTER THE CONCLUSION OF A DIRECT CONTRACT BETWEEN THE AUTHOR AND THE THEATER.

A dramatic comedy for 5 people in two acts.

Duration is 2 hours, taking into account the interval of 15-20 minutes.

An explanatory note for the directors is attached at the end of the play.

Actors.

Lida

Grisha

Policeman

Nina

Glory.

Action 1

A forest clearing surrounded by a dense forest. Evening. Thick twilight. A drunken Lida comes out. She is wearing a dirty, torn wedding dress in some places. Slightly staggering. She has a blissful smile on her face. There is a huge black eye under the eye. In one hand she holds a vodka bottle with some pathetic remnants at the bottom, in the other hand she has a thick rope that drags behind her.

Lida (to the viewer, familiarly). Hello… (Winks, smiles, waves his hand, in which he barely holds the bottle.) Well…? How's life…? Is it okay? (He pauses.) But I have something somehow not very. It's probably not hard to guess from my appearance, right? (Hesitantly takes a few steps, takes a sip from his throat, throws the bottle aside.) And it's my birthday today!

Hiccups.

Lida (to the viewer, familiarly, intricately, slurring her tongue). Yeah. Chesssttttt word. (Looks at his watch.) But no, it's not honest, sorry. Now it turns out that my birthday was yesterday. (Sighs heavily) Thirty-five chopped. (Nods) Yes, yes… Thirty-five! And you thought how much? Twenty-nine? (smiles, looks to the other side of the hall) Twenty-six? (turns his gaze to the third part of the hall) Forty? (he winces unpleasantly in his face). I'm thirty-five. And I don't have a baby… or a kitten… My relatives don't understand me, I have friends… Not anymore. (Sits down on the ground / stage, more precisely flopping) Were, but… everyone got married…, bitches. In general, they are all not up to me right now. And here I am alone… All alone… Remember how it is there… who's there? I do not remember… (quotes) "Good girl Lida! In desperation, he wrote." Desperate!!! All right. All about me. By the way, let's get acquainted – Lida! (He puts out his hand, greeting the audience).

He rises, trying to keep his balance.

Lida (to the viewer). Well okay… We met…, talked… It's time and honor to know.

Pulls up the rope, looks around, finds a tree, chooses a stronger twig. Aiming, trying to throw a rope on a branch so that it is tied or hooked. But she can't do anything. However, the girl is persistent in her attempts. After catching her breath and swearing exclusively with facial expressions, she continues her hard work again.

Grisha comes on stage. He's wearing a tuxedo. Dressed very well, expensive. Clean, shaved, but drooping himself. In one hand he has a "half cup" of lemonade, in the other – the same thick rope that drags along the stage behind him. Lida doesn't see him. He, in turn, does not see Lida.

The focus of the light shifts to Grisha. He carefully unscrews the bottle cap, takes a one-time cup out of his pocket, pours a drink there, drinks, puts the cup in his pocket, tightens the lid, puts the bottle on the ground /stage.

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