Читать книгу Fleur de Lys - Maxim Titovets - Страница 5

Scene 1

July. Noon. A park. Sergey is following a walkway. Anna is sitting on a bench and reading a book. Sergey passes by, squinting at Anna’s book. He slips and falls.

Sergey. The murderer was the gardener.

Anna. There is no gardener in «Cinderella». Are you alright?

Sergey. Right as rain! [He gets to his feet.] So it’s really «Cinderella». I thought it was a crime story. (Pause).

Sergey. Does anyone even believe in Cinderella fairytales today?

Anna. There may be some fortunate souls.

Sergey. Oh, really?

Anna. It’s a nice bedtime story for kids.

Sergey. Do you have kids?

Anna. I have two. Is it a problem?

Sergey. It’s not.

Anna rises to her feet and walks down the alley. Sergey follows her.

Sergey. You leaving already? Let me escort you.

Anna. My husband is a pretty jealous man.

Sergey. You don’t have no husband.

Anna. He’s a Master of Sports in boxing.

Sergey. [Rubbing his chin.] We won’t tell him. What is your name?

Anna. Do you like me?

Sergey. I do.

Anna. Just kidding, never mind.

Sergey. I can state with complete certainty: I do like you.

Anna. Goodbye.

Anna leaves. Sergey is left alone.

Scene 2

24 hours later.

Fleur de Lys Art Studio. Panoramic windows overlook the main street.

Sergey’s room.

Sergey is alone in the room. He is dressed in an Armani suit and is sitting on an unmade convertible bed. He is holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His hands are moving over the papers on a coffee table. The room is miserable, the furniture squalid. The sofa bed is surrounded by neglected cardboard boxes with books, a clothing rack, and an old, stringless guitar. Empty bottles, litter, and cobwebs are scattered around.

Sergey. Where the hell is it? Shit! [He sweeps all the papers off the table, rises to his feet, and walks up to the window. In an ashtray, there is a crumpled business card.] Bingo! [He dials the number].

Marina’s studio is empty. There is clearly a renovation work in progress. The landline rings. When it does three rings, one can hear a key turning in the lock. Marina rushes inside, holding a large stretched canvas. She runs to the phone and takes the call.

Marina. Hello? [Pause.] Oh, fuck! [She drops the receiver into its cradle.]

Sergey. Is she sleeping or something? Bohemians, dammit … [He takes out a wallet, extracts the last money, and throws the wallet onto the floor. He sits silently for a moment, then dials the number again.]

Marina. Fleur de Lys Studio, Marina speaking. Go ahead. Hello! Hello?!

Sergey. [Remaining silent.]

Marina. Hello, can you hear me?

Sergey.No. [He hangs up.]

Marina. What? … Hey!

Sergey paces the room.

Sergey. Ah, get your shit together, have some guts! You need this job. You broken-hearted fool! Start a new life. Fight. Do something! (Pause).

Sergey. What shall I do? What is my first battle? With myself? Ah, screw it! [He tears up the card and tosses it aside. His mobile phone rings.]

Marina. Did you just call me? The caller ID showed this number.

Sergey. Yes, I did. I mean, no. Yes!

Marina. What a nut job…

Sergey. So, hello. May I speak to Marina?

Marina. Marina speaking. Who are you?

Sergey. My name’s Sergey Arkhipov.

Marina. Who?

Sergey. Igor Frolov, a friend of mine, gave me your card.

Marina. Frolov?

Sergey. He said you were looking for a designer for your new art studio.

Marina. And what does it have to do with you? (Pause).

Sergey. I’m an architectural designer.

Pause.

Marina. What’s your name again?

Sergey. Arkhipov. Sergey Arkhipov.

Marina. Never heard of you.

Sergey. I used to work… still work only by referral. Last week I came back from Sofia. Planning to open an architectural bureau here.

Marina. Oh, right, that rings a bell. Frolov told me about you. Was it your wife who took your seaside villa and yacht in the divorce?

Sergey. Apartment and motor boat, actually. Well, that’s history.

Marina. [Aside.] Well, aren’t women smart?

Sergey. What did you say?

Marina. I said you can come today, anytime. Fleur de Lys Studio. 40 Lenina Street. Left of the entrance to the Grand Avenue Hotel. There is no sign yet.

Sergey. I’ll be there in around an hour. See you.

Scene 3

Fleur de Lys Art Studio.

Marina sets up the canvas on an easel and starts putting the room in order. The front door opens and Anna comes inside, holding a garment cover.

Anna. Phew, what a scorcher. Hi, Marina.

Marina. Hi, lady. I was just about to call you. Is my dress ready?

Anna. The final fitting.

Marina. Anna, not this again. Don’t say «final»! It’s bad luck.

Anna. The last fitting then.

Marina. I can’t wait to see it. Ah! … Aren’t you a sewing fairy? It’s so beautiful.

Marina disappears behind a folding screen and then comes out in a new dress.

Marina. Voilà!

Anna. I’m gonna cut off a bit here. Don’t move. Alright… Well, I’ve got all I wanted, take it off.

Marina. Lenka Ivanova will burst with envy when she sees me in this dress. Want some tea?

Anna. Just lemon water, please.

Marina. Here you are.

Anna. Thanks.

Marina. You look good, Anna. I envy you. I spend so much money on fitness, massage, detox…

Anna. Just stop stuffing your face.

Marina. Hum… My nerves are frayed!

Anna. Yeah, I get it. You’re an emotional eater.

Marina. Exactly.

Anna. You can join our new dance group. The enrollment is ongoing. Come, have some fun.

Marina. You only have old folks coming.

Anna. Ha! Mark my words. Some day I will open my own dancing school and the youngsters will beat a path to my door.

Marina. The youngsters… I want a man! You know, a mature, handsome, and interesting one.

Anna. I was in a park yesterday and there was just the right guy, hitting on me.

Marina. Oh yeah? Where?!

Anna. He left anyway.

Marina. So you blew off him. Your loss. Nice guys don’t grow on trees these days!

Anna. Well, you know, that character actually went sprawling across the pavement in front of me.

Marina. Holy Mother of God! Look at her! Men throw themselves at her feet!

Anna. Yeah.

Marina. You are lucky, Anna. But a fool of a woman too. Come here, let me give you a smooch.

Anna. Alright, off I go. The dress will be ready the day after tomorrow.

Marina. Stay, my dear. We can have a chat.

Anna. I have to make it to the kindergarten before work. Nikita is biting again and Sasha dropped the F-bomb onto her teacher yesterday.

Marina. Like father like son!

Anna. What a farce.

Marina. When are you going to sue him for alimony?

Anna. Eh… Come now. Don’t wanna lick the dust.

Marina. The same old story!

Anna. No pressure, please.

Marina. I won’t leave it at that! If only I get a hold of him, that man whore.

Anna. I’ve heard he fled to Kazakhstan to escape mobilization.

The landline rings. Marina answers the phone.

Marina. Fleur de Lys Studio, Marina speaking. Go ahead.

Ah, Lenka, it’s you! That’s right, I’ve moved already. You are actually calling the studio. I set up call forwarding from the previous office. Are you having lunch in Bukovsky? It’s just across the street! Please, don’t bring him here yet, the place needs some renovation. Oh, you wanna pay the debt? Wait a sec!

Anna, stay here. I’m gonna drop in Bukovsky. Lenka Ivanova is there with her new man. She wants to pay me back. I’ll be back in a jiffy. Gonna see this fellow of hers with my own eyes. Then we’ll leave together. I’m going your way so I’ll drive you to the kindergarten.

Marina leaves. Just a minute later, the doorbell rings and Sergey comes in.

Sergey. Hello, are you open?

Anna. Hello.

Pause.

Sergey. Is it you?

Anna. It’s me.

Sergey. May I look around?

Anna. Suit yourself.

Sergey. Sergey Arkhipov. We spoke over the phone earlier.

Anna. Did we? I don’t remember.

Sergey. Your voice sounded different over the phone. It’s so open and bright in here.

Anna. Don’t look at me this way.

Sergey. Don’t be so beautiful then. When I look at you, I seem to regain confidence.

Anna. I am impervious to your charms.

Sergey. You have Terpsichore’s eyes. You know, the muse of dance. You are just like this golden lily. [He points at a painting hanging on the wall.] You are a Fleur de Lys indeed!

Anna. Listen, what do you want?

Sergey. I will develop an interior design project for you. No charge. I will catch a beam of sunlight and give it the shape of the royal golden lily. Fleur de Lys! You are my muse.

Anna. It’s really nice and all but you seem to have mistaken me for someone else. Trust me, I’m no woman to inspire anyone.

Pause.

Sergey. I get it, your wings are singed.

Anna. I won’t spill my guts to a stranger!

Pause.

Anna. Some people… You just don’t want anything after dealing with them. For you give them all of you, devoting yourself utterly to them. But in the end, they tell you that they found someone else. Someone better than you. And they leave. And it raises a pertinent question: Why? I dealt with all those emotions, bouts of heavy drinking, a flood of wild fits of jealousy. I changed and went against my own principles because I believed that it would be better for us! I did all of it and for what? To be betrayed? Now I know better. I want to shut my heart against everyone. I can’t even look at myself because I hate what I see.

Sergey approaches Anna and kisses her. Marina comes back.

Scene 4

Fleur de Lys Art Studio.

Marina. Hello.

Sergey. Afternoon.

Marina. My name is Marina, I am the owner of the studio.

Sergey. Marina? [He looks at Anna, then shifts his gaze to Marina.] Nice to meet you, Marina. I’m Sergey Arkhipov, an architectural designer. We spoke over the phone earlier today. I’ve had a look at this place and I’m ready to get started.

Marina. Oh, sure, I remember you well, Sergey. Let me shake your hand. What an interesting man you are. Welcome to the Fleur de Lys Art Studio.

Anna. Marina, I need to go.

Marina. Yeah, sure. Off you go.

Anna takes the dress and heads for the door.

Marina. Anna! I want the dress to be ready by 2 p. m. tomorrow. [To Sergey.] I’ve been just invited to a formal dinner in the governor’s residence. Sergey, keep me company tomorrow. We’ll discuss our future cooperation in detail, I’ll introduce you to my friends, and you will make useful social contacts. Don’t be shy, Sergey. I insist!

Sergey. Alright, I’ll come with you, Marina.

Marina. Anna?

Anna. I’ll finish the dress tonight. It’s gonna be perfect. Goodbye, Sergey. I wish you all the best.

Anna leaves.

Marina. Let’s get on close terms, do you mind?

Sergey. I don’t.

Sergey. Are you friends with Anna?

Marina. Don’t be ridiculous. Her husband left her with two kids. She’s laying herself out, taking in sewing. It’s our custom to help the poor. But it’s so nice to meet you. I suggest that we celebrate! Let’s go out for dinner.

Sergey. Are you married?

Marina. I’m not. I am. Well, I’m not.

Sergey. I don’t get it.

Marina. My drunk husband fell overboard a yacht when chilling in Egypt with his mistress. His body has never been found.

Marina. And you? Oh, right. Frolov told me.

Sergey. My wife left me for my school friend. I’m divorced.

Marina. It means that we are both… single.

Sergey. Seems so.

Marina. Can we make it work? I’m sorry for being this blunt.

Sergey. Time will show. Aren’t you a witch, by any chance?

Marina. Maybe.

Sergey. It’s hot in here.

Marina. I have a minibar with some refreshments. Will you indulge? [She strides up to the minibar.]

Sergey. I’m not sure. Alcohol does nothing but harm. I’m afraid I can do something dumb.

Marina. Right, we don’t want that. I’ll make you a Bloody Mary.

Sergey. Don’t spare vodka.