Operational bachelorette party. Comedy. А play for 5 people - Николай Владимирович Лакутин

Bela (to Angelina, skeptically). Is that why you don't like me so much?

Angelina (displeased, looking at her new friends, pointing to Bela). She's still asking!!! Girls, you know that this sweet girl crucified the whole rear bumper for me while you were there quietly and peacefully in a trance!

Lisa (smoothing out the corners). Gel, well, really. They've already forgotten. What are you doing?

Angelina (discontentedly, emotionally). I'm trying to forget! It doesn't work!!!

Bela (to Angelina, skeptically). I can help!

Angelina (nervously). No need! (In one fell swoop, "changing his shoes", beckoning Damira to him) Missis, you're my beauty. Come quickly, I'll hug you, my girl.

Damira approaches, embraces Angelina.

Lisa pours mineral water into a free glass, serves it to Bela. Bela accepts with gratitude, drinks.

Lisa (with interest, Xane). Ksyu, tell me about yourself. Who are you? What are you doing? It can be seen that you have money, and they make you such generous gifts. (Lisa waves her hand around the table, the sauna in general.) For what such merits? A..m…. if it's not a secret, of course.

Damira (Xane). Yes, I'm interested too!

Bela (Xane). And me!

Angelina (playfully, with cunning). And what kind of Maraaaatic?

Xana (to Angelina, with playful reproach). You rest there… Married without five minutes, and there … (Mimics.) Maaaaaraaaatik.

Lisa (with interest, Xane). No, well, really? It's interesting. What is all this for, and… well, how is it at all… Are you with him… (Gestures the contact between a man and a woman.) Yes?

Xana (Lisa). Oh, noooo. Well, yes, but no. Well, I mean, it's not because of that. What we used to have with him is not in business at all.

Bela, Damira, Angelina (Xane, chorus). Well, tell me!

Xana smiles slyly. It is clear that she agrees.

The girls are happy, they sit down somewhere in anticipation of the story.

Xana pours herself a drink, sips a little, holds an intriguing pause, looks around the girls with a sly look and begins her story.

Xana (narrating). I am, in the recent past, the wife of a diplomat.

Lisa (with interest, Xane). Oh, how…

Xana (complacently). Yeah, my husband and I were lucky.

Damira, Angelina and Bela are listening enviously.

Xana (calmly). The diplomat is my man with a head. Well, yes…, however, they don't take others there. He received, and still receives, a good salary. In addition, he launched several franchises. I, of course, did not make out for myself. Part of the business is on me, part is on his indirect relatives. Whatever you say, girls, it's extremely short-sighted to stand on one leg. Especially if you have a family.

Damira (Xane). Anyway, these are the words of your diplomat.

Xana (calmly). I won't lie to him, but I fully subscribe to these words.

Bela (enviously, Xane). So that's where you got so much money and connections from.

Lisa (cautiously, with a bit of restrained envy). Owners of factories, newspapers, steamships…

Xana (calmly). Girls, don't be too jealous. After all, I've managed to lie under the trunk in my life! I've been raped a couple of times. Don't think that everything is exactly right in my life! Nifiga!

Damira (to Ksane, with condolences, with interest). Oh, shit! How? For what? Why?

Xana (calmly). Where there is a lot of money, there is usually a lot of dirt. Moreover, this dirt often seeps in from the outside. To remain a clean, honest and decent person, being in the system is almost impossible… if you understand what I'm talking about.

Lisa nods with understanding, the other girls can be seen that they do not understand, but they try not to show it.

Xana (calmly, Bele). Yes, Squirrel, you're right. Money and connections are a trailer from her husband. In circles, I talked about what to hide — not easy. Privileged!

Angelina (impatiently, Xane). So, what happened? Why aren't you with him now? Not with this diplomat?

Xana (calmly, to Angelina). That's life…

Xana takes a few steps somewhere to the side, it is clear that she is now thinking about the past, remembering, partly sad.

The girls do not climb, do not interrupt, wait for the continuation.

Xana (calmly, everyone). My diplomat flew — flew to different countries… Well, I got there. His son was born in America. Not from me, of course. I, in general, took his confession normally. She also did not sit at the window in the kruchina, waiting for the faithful. Of course, I walked. Yes, and he, of course, guessed. Perhaps he even knew for sure. There was no scandal. We took out vintage wine, sat down by the fireplace and began to think about how we could play this whole thing competently. In the same place, they do not encourage divorce. A diplomat should be an example.

Bela (surprised, Xane). Yeah?

Xana (calmly). An elementary fine for speeding is already stuck! And divorce is not discussed at all. But, fortunately, this did not become a problem for us. I'm still officially married to my diplomat, and even, I'll tell you a secret, we sometimes… it's…

Lisa, Damira and Angelina smile with understanding of the situation. Bela doesn't understand.

Bela (with interest, Xane). What?

Xana (evasively, Bele). Intersect, in general.

Bela (as if understanding). Oh, yeah, yeah. Things are still common. It is clear how not to overlap.

Xana (evasively, Bele). Yes, yes.

Lisa (with understanding, Xane). Well, that is, you are officially married, but in fact you are free. With money, good-looking, with the remnants of connections… Che, it's fine!

Xana (not agreeing with everything). Well….

Lisa (with understanding, Xane, interrupting). And what was, was! Let it stay there, in the past. God grant that further without excesses.

Damira (to everyone, positively). I think it's a toast!

The girls sort out the glasses, pour themselves what they want. Clink glasses.

All in chorus (emotionally, brightly, clinking glasses). The past is in the past! To a successful present and a wonderful