Play for 6 people. Once two new year's eve…. Nikolay Lakutin

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      Lenya smiles, mleet, talking on the phone. Semyon, looking at this shakes his head, understanding with whom his friend is talking there.

      LEON (in a tube, well, mischievous): Did you miss me? Very much? You're my good girl. I missed you, too. Necessarily. I'll be at your place in about an hour, wait, get ready, when I get to you…

      He hangs up, puts the phone away, still smiling, looks at his friend. Simon is skeptical look at Lenya.

      SIMON (sarcastic tone): My joy, then? Well, well. Everything is clear, Susanna called. When Nora calls, the greeting is a little different. (Imitates friend, shouting) What are you calling for? I'm busy! Write a message, I've asked you a thousand times, don't call me while I'm working, you're distracting me. Inconvenient. Everything! That's all for now, I can't talk!

      Lenya smiles maliciously.

      SEMYON (complacently): Something like that.

      LENYA (to a friend, with a sense of self-respect): Yes! Because I'm a man and I'm the boss of the family. And here you are, fawning over your own. (Parades with a trembling voice) Alinochka? Honey, I can't right now. I can't, I'm sorry. Let's do it later. Later, please. I'll call you back. I'll call you back… yeah… I Still can't… Later…

      Semyon looks at his friend in confusion.

      LENYA (complacently): Well? Recognize it?

      SEMYON (reasonably, calmly): Yes. I respect my wife. I love it and appreciate it. And besides, I feel a certain guilt towards her for my own, so to speak… physiological weaknesses.

      LENYA (biased): Come on. What are the weaknesses… You are a man, it is normal that you have a mistress. Every normal man has a mistress, or even two. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Mistresses there is no only have flawed, those which nafig no one need, but have such, as a rule, not the, that mistresses, have them and wives not case. For the same reason. So let's not blame ourselves for what is natural and natural.

      SEMYON (judiciously, thoughtfully): Understand. Lence. I keep thinking about it. I love my wife very much. Very. I will not give Alina to anyone and will do everything not to lose her. And Kristina is very nice. I feel good with her, so nice, calm, comfortable, but… But internally, because of this whole situation, I somehow feel like a bit of an asshole.

      Lenya waves her hand, pours more soda, and drinks.

      SEMYON (judiciously, thoughtfully): So you say – naturally, all that. Yes, I myself know that this is the nature of men, they can not do otherwise. Maybe they would, but they can't… I feel a certain responsibility, as if to all of them. You know? Both responsibility and guilt!

      LENYA (draining a glass of soda and exhaling loudly): I'll tell you what, old man! Go now to your Kristina, but don't try to drive her there this Blizzard. Pull back hard and everything will fall into place. The brain will fall into place, and life will continue as usual. And next weekend, you and I will meet here again and talk about it.

      Lenya throws on, partially zips up the jacket, goes to a friend and holds out his hand, saying goodbye.

      LENYA (summing up the meeting): Well, Susanna's waiting for me. We have her there… The event is scheduled, so… Come on, see you again, my friend!

      SEMYON (holds his friend's hand in the lock, does not let go of the handshake): Tell me, could you just drop everything like that?

      LENYA (trying to free her hand): You mean leave your wife for your mistress? Of course, I can, but I don't need it. Then the mistress will become a wife, and I will look for a new mistress. This is all a completed stage. A waste of time, effort, and nerves!

      SEMYON (holds his friend's hand in the lock, does not let go of the handshake): Well no… I don't mean that. I'm just asking the opposite. Could you give up all your adventures and start living exclusively with your wife?

      Lenya freezes with a strange expression on his face, as if something has happened to him.

      SEMYON (holding his friend's hand in the lock, not letting go of the handshake): Hey, Lazy? Why aren't you talking? Everything okay?

      LENYA (recovering from shock): What kind of fool is that? Why saw the branch you're sitting on? Does you that… don't spread your bad thoughts to society! You should be ready for this… it would be safe to go to a psychiatrist with your ideas. Nifiga itself asked.

      Lenya tries hard to free his hand, but Semyon holds it quite firmly.

      SEMYON (holding his friend's hand in the lock, not letting go of the handshake): Just wait. Laziness really? Well, is it true that no one, no one at all, can be faithful to their wives? Are we such weaklings as all of them (indicating with a nod somewhere vaguely)? Let's start with the New year to live as expected? Honestly, decently. Only with their wives to live with and no one else!

      LENYA (nervously): Listen… You got me in these diagrams do not enter and do not take it poorly. If you want to break up with kristinka, it's up to you. I do not experience any psychological problems on this basis. If I want to, I will remain faithful to my wife… Then… by the age of seventy-five. Until then, I don't want to. All while, I have no time, let go.

      Semyon lets go of his friend's hand.

      Lenya hastily zips up the jacket to the end, corrects everything. Helmet, glasses on his head, picks up his snowboard and hurries to the exit.

      Semyon goes sadly to the bar and, pouring himself a soda, gives his weighty word to the back of his friend.

      SEMYON (without looking at his friend, succinctly, reproachfully): Weakling!

      Drinks his own soda.

      Lenya, who has almost left the room, suddenly stops when he hears a friend's phrase.

      ZTM.

      SCENE 2 RECREATION AREA AT THE SKI CLUB

      At a small table, dressed in their ski suits, but unbuttoned to the rastopashku sit two, Semyon and Lenya. Lenya writes something, and Semyon attentively follows the text.