Читать книгу Sly Zhoriki. A play for 3 people. Comedy - Николай Лакутин - Страница 3

The music is playing, the dance floor is empty, the hall is empty. A sleepy Gosha returns from the toilet.

He goes out into the hall, looks around, looks for someone.

The music stops.

Gosha (indignantly surprised). I didn't understand, but where?

Dasha returns from the toilet, corrects something in her purse, is about to leave.

Gosha notices her, forgets about his thoughts, turns his gaze on the girl.

Gosha (positively, rubbing his palms). Opanki …

Gosha pulls up in a certain dance to Dasha. Dasha fumbles in her purse, sees nothing and no one around.

Gosha (with a gun, confidently, dancing). Hello, hello, beautiful. What's your name?

Dasha turns her gaze to Gosha, looks at him point-blank with the context "Get off", continues to look for something in her purse, fixing her gaze there as well.

Gosha (without losing enthusiasm). Got it! Let's try another way.

Gosha enters a new circle, while diverging in the dance. The music is getting louder again. Gosha anneals such feints, which are difficult not to pay attention to. This is both ridiculous and sinful and moderately professional and flirtatious. In general, he manages to attract the girl's attention. Dasha leaves her purse alone, at first she casually lets short glances at the boy who is showing off several times, then she changes her mind about leaving. She is already looking at the way the guy moves, a smile flashes on her face and even some part of embarrassment, but she keeps herself in control.

Gosha understands that the trick was a success, the client is ripe, you can approach. Fits.

The music stops.

Gosha (trying to catch her breath from her stormy dance). Georgy Vilyaev! But everyone calls Gosha.

Dasha is in some confusion, her arms are crossed on her chest, her face expresses surprise.

Gosha (without losing hope). Do you mind meeting me?

Dasha (exquisitely). George means …

Gosha (in his own way). Yes, call Gosha. So somehow it's not so official, and it's more familiar. Well, so what? M?

Gosha plays along with his eyes, flirts, grimaces, plays with his shoulders and still tries to finish off the girl with his signature movements.

Dasha (smiling from everything that is happening). Okay, you've talked, you tongue-tied devil. I'm Dasha.

Gosha (pleased). Dasha? Fine. A beautiful name, a beautiful girl, a beautiful voice. Well, everything is just on the highest level …

Dasha (restrained). Well, all right, all right. It is good to litter with banal tackles. What do you want, Gosha?

Gosha (mischievously, joyfully). We know what… poooo......communicate.

Dasha (with suspicion). Chat and that's it?

Gosha (cautiously, with a sly smile). Well… sort of… No, of course not.

Dasha (trying to pry). Well, come on, don't tomy. Will you call me to your place or will we go to my place?

Gosha (without hesitating for a long time). To you! (He realizes that this is a question with a trick, tries to rehabilitate himself) No, in fact, this is not the only thing that matters to me. Don't think about it! I appreciate the soul in a girl, I pay attention to her actions. In general… I'm tired of these one-time nights. You just somehow immediately fell into my soul, that's why I'm clinging to you. I think… this may well be the basis for serious feelings.

Dasha (more located). Are you serious?

Gosha modestly shrugs his shoulders.

Dasha (with interest). Hmm… I didn't expect it. Well, all right. I'll give you a chance. It's already late, and the club closes in a couple of minutes, and it's time to go home, I'm very tired, I want to rest. Let's think about something tomorrow with a fresh head, and now go home. Give me the phone, I'll write down my number for you, dial it tomorrow.

Gosha joyous gives her phone number, Dasha writes down her number, throws it off to herself, a call is triggered for her. Dasha returns the phone.

Dasha (with interest). Well all. Order. I have your number reflected too. Well, for today – bye!

Gosha (without thinking twice). Wait a minute… Can he conduct it? It's dark, it's night… you never know …

Dasha (warmly). No, thank you. I've already called a taxi.

Dasha receives an audio notification on her phone, she looks at it, puts the phone away.

Dasha (warmly). The car is already waiting. So thank you, see you tomorrow. Yes?

Gosha (warmly). Yes.

Dasha waves goodbye with a pen, leaves.

Gosha makes a joyful gesture of victory with his hand and foot (yes) and slowly leaves the club in his entertaining dance.

ZTM.