4 turns. A play for 5 people. Comedy. Nikolay LakutinЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Lida. I was brought here, too, not at all joyful news. But… unlike you…, there is still a tragedy not of a general nature, but still more of a personal one.

      Grisha looks at Lida with interest.

      Lida (pained, looking for support and understanding). Me… they don't get married.

      Grisha narrows his eyes in surprise, chuckles.

      Lida. You're laughing at me, aren't you?

      Grisha. Well no. I just… I just suddenly thought about how many people in their lives, with a careless gesture of refusal, managed to send someone to the next world in this way… Well, well?

      Lida. Well, well what? This is actually the whole reason!

      Grisha withstands a short pause of misunderstanding. He tries to show support with facial expressions, but it comes out rather clumsily.

      Lida doesn't know what else to say, she's confused. Withstands a short pause.

      Lida. And what…, have you refused many girls in your life?

      Grisha. Yes, not that directly to many, but… maybe three…, four…, or… ten…

      Lida. Hah… wow… Where does such popularity come from, among our brother, if not a secret?

      Grisha. Understand… It somehow went from childhood… itself. Girls have been running after me for as long as I can remember. On the basis of envy, this caused the guys to be aggressive towards me. Hence the squabbles, slander… And these "pleasures" still accompany me through life. Constantly vilified, constantly under attack, constantly under the gun of the disliked and unheard. There are still more good people, I understand that, but here… emotionally… at some point it became too hard for me. One has become unable to cope with this constant oppression.