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

an oppressive psychological, or even physical, ballast. Yes, besides, he also pulls you into this routine. So the prince and the princess in each family go down in history. And they are replaced by a boring husband, and a grumpy, eternally dissatisfied wife.

Damira (with support, Xane). Here!

Xana (Bele). And why is this happening?

Bela doesn't know, shakes her head in incomprehension.

Damira (to Bela). Yes, because all the moves, all the tackles and courtship are very quickly studied by each other. And no normal person will read the book again. It's not interesting anymore!

Xana (philosophically). Immediately — it will not be! But after a while, if the book is your favorite — then with pleasure! It can be re-read and re-read …

Damira (Bele). And even discover some new moments in it that I hadn't paid attention to before!

Xana (with experience, Bele). Yes! And that's great! But only if, between rereading the same book, you still read something else! Do you understand?

Bela (cautiously, trying to understand). Well… With books, perhaps, I agree. But it's different with people!

Damira (to Bela). Yes, exactly the same. It's just that you've already read books in your life, and you probably haven't known a long-term relationship yet.

Bela (reluctantly agreeing). Well. I didn't know. Yes, even short-term, I didn't know. What is there… Month.

Damira hugs Bela.

Damira (to Bela, sympathetically). Poor thing!

Xana (with experience, Bele). Therefore, reading something else is not a whim. This is a necessity. Otherwise, any "cuckoo will move out". Flipping through the same worn pages all my life. Okay — you! It is strange that this simple truth is not understood by a huge number of women! And then they go to family psychologists, trying to find out why they lost interest in a man, just like him, by the way.

Bela (shocked). Heck! What? Is everything really that complicated?

Xana (with experience, Bele). It's really that simple!

Damira (to Bela, in a friendly way, with warmth). Unless we complicate it ourselves!

Xana (with a sly smile, Bele). But the whole problem is that we sooooooooooo love to complicate!

Damira (nodding approvingly, supporting Xana, releasing Bela from her embrace). That's for sure!

A rude male voice of a respectable age, director Damira, is heard, at which all three girls turn around.

The director's voice (furious). Damira! What's that supposed to mean? Come quickly to my office!

The girls look at each other with a confused, drunken look.

The director's voice (furious). Quick, I said!

Damira and Xana exchange a sly wink.

Damira turns around at the director's voice.

Damira (easily and naturally). Fuck you!

Bela (unexpectedly for everyone, quickly taking the initiative, shouts emotionally towards the director's voice). Old goat!

Silence.

Damira and Xana look at Bela with a surprised, confused smile.

The angry stomp of the director is heard.

The girls jump out of their seats.

Xana (quickly, to the girls). Let's go! Valim-Valim-Valim-Valim!!!

The musical theme sounds.

Damira and Bela promptly, with laughter and enthusiasm, leave the cafe.

Xana manages to throw the bill on the table (calculation), after which she promptly leaves the cafe after Damira and Belaya.

ZTM.

Scene 2. Makhach

Street.

The musical theme continues to sound.

The light turns on smoothly.

Drunk, Lisa and Angelina come out in an embrace. They laugh, interrupt each other.

The music ends.

Lisa (through laughter). You're just a jerk, Gel, just a jerk!

Angelina (through laughter, interrupting). Come on… noooooo. I'm quiet!

Lisa (through laughter). Yes, it's still necessary to think of it, to throw it out!

Angelina (through laughter, interrupting). Yes… Come on, really… It somehow turned out that way. I'm even-even.

Lisa (calming down). So stop!

They stop.

Angelina tries to calm down, looks attentively at Lisa.

Angelina (calming down). I'm standing. So? Well?

Lisa (with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Well?

Angelina (with incomprehension). What?

Lisa (with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Well…, you called, said you had news! And the news was never reported!

Angelina (slapping her forehead). Damn right! I didn't say that. Yes, it's because while I was coming to you, I met these twins from Dolgoprudny, well… everything flew out of my head. No, Lee, just imagine. With two twins, just like that between cases at a time! But it didn't portend anything!

Lisa (eagerly, with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). So! Stop, stop, stop! Stop teasing me! And already I want to howl like a wolf from the fact that not me, but you, these brothers met.

Angelina (teasing and showing her tongue). Aaaaaaaaa!

Lisa (eagerly, with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Gel! Christmas tree winders. Are you going to tell your news, or what?

Angelina (more or less seriously). Yes. I'll tell you. However, the news, to put it mildly, is somewhat shocking.

Lisa (eagerly, with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Well?

With noise, laughter and a rush, a crowd of cheerful girls escaping from the cafe falls out. Damira, Xana and Bela.

Lisa and Angelina are distracted by this "gang" that has appeared.

Xana (through laughter, getting tangled in her own legs, Bela). Here you are, Squirrel, burned off! (Parodying.) Old goat!

All three of them are laughing.

Bela (excusing herself through laughter). That's right…. Missis said he was an old goat. Here I am….

Damira (through laughter, Bele). Actually, I said he was an old bastard! But that doesn't beg for his goat qualities!

All three of them are laughing.

Xana (through laughter, barely able to stand on her feet, Bela). And you're quite a thing. Drunk is not such a good girl.

The trio, in passionate discussions, knocks Lisa and Angelina on their way. They simply do not notice them and, touching their shoulders, simply demolish them. They themselves pass on with their merry crowd.

Angelina falls, having managed to "Gasp".

Lisa stays on her feet, turns around after the offenders, puts her hands on her sides belligerently and defiantly addresses them.

Lisa (cheekily, to