In the play "Hear or see?» the following compositions were recommended for musical accompaniment: the
King and the jester "the jester's Hymn" Intro – as Philip's call
Passion Fruit «The Ring Ding Dong Song»
The king and the jester "the sorcerer's Doll"
Linkin Park "Faint" – Intro (30 seconds)
Felix ilinykh "White snow as white captivity»
Terry "don't Talk about love" up to 1min 29 sec
Vengaboys «Boom Boom Boom»
Play for 10 people "Temporarily in adekvat"
duration 1 hour 40 minutes.
ACTOR
The doctor is a woman about 55 years old;
DINA – a woman about 55 years old, a school friend of the doctor;
JULIA – about 35 years old, Vicki's mom;
VIKA – Julia's daughter, capricious, cunning, spoiled, about 10 years old;
ZHANNA – about 30 years old, Rudik's mother;
RUDIK – Jeanne's son, a quiet, scolded boy, about 10 years old;
NELLY – Marina's mom, about 30 years old;
MARINA – Nelly's daughter, an ordinary child, about 10 years old;
KIRILL is Dima's handsome, charming dad, about 40 years old;
DIMA is Kirill's son, a nice little boy, 8-9 years old.
Act one
Typical situation of a state children's polyclinic.
A corridor with a flickering fluorescent light. A tortured door to the office with a large crooked number "5" nailed on it. A ceiling light hangs over the door. The "do not enter"sign lights up.
There are only two chairs for visitors near the office. There are no people.
Julia runs into the room, looking around warily, pulling the child's hand, which whimpers and resists.
JULIA: Vika, hurry up. Vaughn (pointing to the burning ceiling light with the inscription do not enter), while the cart was moving, someone already slipped through. We're in a terrible hurry. Did you forget that you have practice at three o'clock?
Mom opens the door to the office, looks in. From there comes the wild growl of the doctor: the
DOCTOR (furiously): Close the door…those, I'll call!
JULIA (sternly): We're two fifteen!
DOCTOR (furiously): Who is the "Do not enter"sign for? What if I had a man standing naked? Mother, are you adequate?
Julia closes the door with an indignant look.
JULIA: You will be adequate here… Well, what to do, you have to be… we'll have to wait.
VIKA: Mom, I'm sick.
JULIA: Are you ill? You'll tell the doctor how sick you are, but you won't fool me, I've already stepped on this rake many times. So like Tuesday and Thursday, you immediately get sick, and characteristically, the disease suddenly hits you exactly a few hours before the choreography.
Vika is sulking, silent.
JULIA: So what? Are you still sick or are we going to practice? Or do we go first to the doctor, and only then after exposure to training?
VIKA (sincerely indignant): I think you suspect me of something.
JULIA (playing along): What are you, my daughter, how could you think such a thing about me?.. I firmly believe that there are such coincidences in life. At least, no one has ever had it, but you have.
VIKA: I don't know what's going on. That's just like training, so this ache attacks. Straight twists all (shows how it turns), shivers, turns out. My throat aches, my nose squishes, my ear shoots, my knee crunches, my side aches.
JULIA: and the head?
VIKA: does it hurt!
YULIA: AND here (shows), under the ankle?
VIKA: Does it hurt!
YULIA: Left hand (raises her left hand)?
VIKA: Hangs like a whip (shows)!
JULIA: And of course my ass hurts… my
Daughter is thinking…
VIKA: Pop? No, there's nothing wrong with my butt, it doesn't hurt.
JULIA (in all seriousness): Does it hurt? Are you sure?
VIKA: Absolutely!
JULIA: so, now it will hurt!
Starts whipping her daughter with her purse on the soft spot.
They run around the stage, Vika tries to Dodge, screams, and her mother catches up with her, completing her aim.
The door of the office opens, and a stern doctor in a medical gown looks out.
THE doctor (in a rough, indignant voice): Can you keep it down? People work here! I can't hear what's going on in a person's lungs because of you! I can't even hear your breath, so scream.
The doctor slams the door behind him.
Mom, taking advantage of the opportunity, while the daughter was distracted a couple of times hits her purse on a known place.
Jeanne's moralizing, authoritative voice is heard behind the stage.
JEANNE (instructive): Vooot! That's right! Children need to be raised!
Jeanne goes on stage, leading the boy by the hand.
JEANNE: They must be kept in a tight grip from the very childhood, otherwise they will bloom, then it will be too late.
Jeanne goes to the study, opens the door, and looks in.
From the office, the doctor can be heard growling:
DOCTOR (furiously): Close the door, I'll call!
The son of Jeanne starts at such a furious cry.
The lady closes the door, looks skeptically around the corridor, stops her gaze on the mother with the child.
JEANNE (busily): Also in the fifth?
JULIA: Yes! I here is so, too, looked, so me inadequate called!
JEANNE (busily): Not adequate?
JULIA: Yes!
ZHANNA: This is still tolerable. Follow me!
Jeanne passes by like a hostess and sits down on the chair closest to the office.
JULIA (indignantly): Why on earth would that be? You came after me, but you're getting ahead of me?
Jeanne looks at Julia as if she's nothing.
Julia indignantly looks at the boorish visitor, turns to her child:
JULIA: Vikul, go while you draw over there, you see a table, chairs, pencils there some paper. Do something while we wait. I'll call you when it's time to go.
Vika leaves the stage.
Jeanne looks after the girl and turns to her son.
ZHANNA: Rudik, the girl you see went where? Follow her step March! Get busy, too, and your mother will call you.
Rudick goes behind the Vic.
Julia takes an empty chair and moves it closer to the door, she sits down on it.
JEANNE: what? The smartest one? I'm on the record, it's my time!
JULIA: I, by the way, also have an appointment for two-fifteen! You have how many?
JEANNE: At two-thirty!
Zhanna shows Yulia's wrist watch.
ZHANNA: can you tell the Time? How much does it show?
Julia looks at her watch.
JULIA: Well, two-thirty, so what?
JEANNE: