Kitobni o'qish: «Courier. Play for 2 people»

Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью Николая Лакутина.

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Short Comedy for 1 hour in three acts.

ACTOR

Nina Is A Courier. About 25 years;

Slava is a Customer who applied to the service. For nearly 25 years.

ACT ONE

STREET

You can hear the noise of the wind, the sounds of the city bustle, the signal of the car horn is heard.

The cry of the DRIVER BEHIND the SCENE is: Eyes off the phone, watch where you're going suicidal!

Slava jumps on stage with a smartphone in his hand. He's a little scared, confused. He looks around in vain, sighs with relief, and leans the receiver against his ear.

SLAVA (into the phone): Hello? Are you still here? Yes, once again almost got hit. Ah, you same know these drivers, fly, not look on a path utterly, here is and statistics such a ghastly then on reports traffic accident with the participation pedestrians. And strive to crush. No, honey, don't worry, what's going to happen to me?

Slava walks across the stage and at this moment stumbles, falls, mechanically cries out.

GLORY: Yes…

The tube falls out of his hand. The phone falling and hitting the floor shatters to pieces. The battery is separate, the cover is separate, the screen is all cracked.

Slava furiously waves his hands, his facial expressions Express a silent barrage of unflattering words. Assemble the phone, trying to turn it on, but nothing comes out.

SLAVA: What a day it is today! With work fired, on the road slightly not pinned down, phone has died…

He sighs heavily, smacks his lips as he exhales.