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Cucumber on a tomato! Play for 4,5,6 people - Nikolay Lakutin

Cucumber on a tomato! Play for 4,5,6 people

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2020

The book is a comedy titled "Attention!". It is protected by copyright laws and the rights belong to the author. The book cannot be published, reproduced, translated or changed without the author's written permission. The play can only be produced through a direct contract between the author and a theater.

The play takes place on a street bench and lasts for approximately one hour. The main character, Makar, is a disheveled and sad-looking man. He pays special attention to someone in the audience, whom he considers his "victim". Makar complains about his marriage to a woman who is always watching him and tells him to go home. Despite his frustrations, Makar hesitantly goes towards home but continues to glance at his chosen "victim" in the audience. The play explores Makar's thoughts and frustrations about his situation.

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ATTENTION! ALL COPYRIGHTS TO THE PLAY ARE PROTECTED BY THE LAWS OF RUSSIA, INTERNATIONAL LAW, AND BELONG TO THE AUTHOR. IT IS FORBIDDEN ITS PUBLICATION AND REPUBLICATION, REPRODUCTION, PUBLIC PERFORMANCE, TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, CHANGES IN THE TEXT OF THE PLAY IN THE FORMULATION WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR. THE PRODUCTION OF THE PLAY IS POSSIBLE ONLY AFTER THE CONCLUSION OF A DIRECT CONTRACT BETWEEN THE AUTHOR AND THE THEATER.

Comedy. Duration 1 hour.

ACTORS

MAKAR

NINA

JEANNE

OLEG

RITA

YANA

Four female roles can be played by two or three Actresses.

1 STREET

Street bench. Flashlight. The lights are dim.

A light lyrical composition plays.

With a sad look, haggard, hands in his pockets, Makar slowly comes out.

Dressed like a home. His shirt was worn, buttoned up and disheveled, his jeans were torn, and he was wearing Slippers.

Makar goes to the front of the stage, looks warily at the audience. Especially he pays close attention to the first rows, having sharpened his attention by choosing for himself some "victim" from the audience, which he looks at several times very warily with undisguised interest.

He sighs, looks at the "victim" again, makes an outrageous gesture with a nod of his head and leaves, sits down on the bench.

The music stops.

MAKAR (indignantly): No, well, it must be so-no? I managed to marry a girl with a typical appearance. Now where you do not go-everywhere it is in the eyes of imagining. It's like I miss her at home.

There is a nervous cry of his wife (a cry of discontent): Makar! Where did he go again? I'm not finished. Home quickly!

Makar jerks discontentedly in the direction of the scream, looks from under his brows, sighs heavily, gets up from the bench.

MAKAR (indignantly): yeah. Now … I'm Running and twitching like I want to go home.

He goes to the front of the stage, again glares at the "victim", looks away, but again he is all attention there.

He looks away again, sighs heavily, hands in his pockets, and walks across the stage.

MAKAR (indignantly): Here ask me an idiot or not? Get married at eighteen. Yeah, who does that? Instead of taking a deep breath of the long-awaited spirit of freedom, opportunities and desires, he took and put himself on a chain. Just got out from under parental care and then-on! I fell under the influence of my wife.

There is a nervous cry of his wife (a cry of discontent): Makar!

Makar looks around with hatred.

MAKAR (hating, emotionally, shouting, loudly): How I love you berry, I love it! Right with all my heart! Right with all my heart!!!

Makara shakes, he is not modest in gestures and facial expressions.

He walks across the stage, sits down on a bench.

MAKAR (sadly): Twenty-five years today since the darkest day of my life… Since the day we got married. Happy holidays, Makar.

He takes a cheque out of his pocket and nervously unscrews the lid. He took a SIP, sniffed it with his sleeve, and put it away.

MAKAR (sadly): did I Think that this is how it would turn out? After all, it was once all different …(romantic with a gentle smile) I met my Nina on the bus. I caught her looking at me first, and she immediately looked out the window. Then, after a couple of stops, I caught her looking at me again, and she smiled a little sheepishly, lowered her eyes, and looked out the window again. I realized it was a call to action. It is understandable, I was a prominent guy. You can say handsome. Here … I quickly Assessed the situation (shows a description of the female body with gestures and then an approving conclusion – all with gestures). And when she started to go out, I went out after her.

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