Suicide or DAY FOR MARRIAGE. Play for 2 people - Николай Владимирович Лакутин Страница 6

Lida pauses for a moment. Her face radiates happiness, a certain inner light of openness, affection, kindness and self-denial.

LIDA (trembling): I saw the picture right there. I was suddenly shivering with an inner feeling that was bursting out and gaining momentum. And this feeling was very strong, unusual, unfamiliar to me… I … I suddenly realized what it means to be happy!

GRISHA: That's right… It is happiness generated by the gut, and not external factors that unites us all… And side by side with this very happiness is accompanied by love.

LIDA: Here! But this discovery I made for myself quite recently… literally just now…

Lida and Grisha look at each other warily.

LIDA: do you Know why I just told you about this?

Grisha nods questioningly.

LIDA: Because here with you I experienced the same feeling as I did on the shaky bridge.

Lida looks at Grisha, giving herself up completely in this look. Grisha understands everything, puts his hand to his hair, trying to somehow cope with the excitement.

Lida gets up, goes to a Bush, tears off a blade of grass, twists a ring out of it, and sits down on her knees in front of Grisha, holding out this ring to him.

LIDA: I thought that didn't happen. But it turns out that I still don't know a lot about life. Grisha… I love you, please marry me, please take me…

Lyrical music is playing.

Lida throws herself on the shoulders of Grisha, who gently embraces her, but does not respond.

The music is playing, the couple is embracing, their embrace shows reciprocity.

The music stops.

LIDA (recoiling with hope): Does that mean YES?

GRISHA: That means NO!

LIDA (confused): What? No? Oh, you… YOU!!! Do you know who you are after that?

Lida jumps up from her knees, she is raging.

Grisha tries to say something, quite calmly explain something, but the girl is not up to it. She's raging and raging. Bushes, trees, everything that is nearby in the place of events fall under the attack.

LIDA (angrily): Guys… What a creation! This is simply unbearable. How can I interact with you at all? You… You are somehow strangely distributed. Either suckers, or such that only through the back knee of the third leg something can be understood.

Lida shakes her head in disapproval and rage. He goes to his rope, picks it up, looks at it sorrowfully, throws it on the floor, approaches Grisha with a mute question, wants to ask something, but changes his mind hopelessly. He returns to the rope, picks it up, walks sadly with it to the tree, raises his head to the branch, sighs, begins to try to establish something about his primary idea.

GRISHA (calmly, distantly, as if continuing some friendly warm dialogue): … and I built a small house outside the city. Small, but cozy. Twenty-eight square meters on the first floor, there is a hall and a kitchen. And on the second floor there are two bedrooms of eleven squares. Good place. A plot of land on five acres, the entrance to the house is beautiful, not far from the highway, there is some infrastructure-no. Everyone asked me – why do you need this? That there's nothing to do? You live in a two-bedroom apartment in the center and live, and what is there to do outside the city? Why are you building it? Who is this for?

Lida begins to understand what Grisha is leading to. She smoothly stops in her actions, turns slowly, and looks attentively at Grisha.

GRISHA (calmly continues, almost paying no attention to the girl): … and I believed, I practically knew that sooner or later… it may be too late, or almost too late, but I will meet a girl who I will bring to this house, and she will be the mistress. It will add the last, but most important touches and create comfort. He will do what I can't do alone.

Grisha stares at Lida, a tear almost falling from his eye.

GRISHA (nodding brightly): I listened to your story and correlated it with what is dear and valuable to me. You know, I … like most men, I've always wanted a son. And in the backyard of the house for the future, so to speak, built a small basketball court.

Maintains a pause.

GRISHA (with a face beaming with happiness): Bought a new ball. Just like they play on the best basketball courts in the world… I held this ball in my hands and imagined how my son and I would play on this court. How I will lift him up by the armpits to the ring, and he will be happy to throw the ball into the basket… How much… I spent the hours of my days in these happy dreams…

Grisha gets up from the ground, shakes himself off, goes to the Bush, tears off a twig or blade of grass. Making a ring.

GRISHA (without looking at Lida): Dear Lida… I turned you down for one reason only. Not because I don't want you to be my wife, but because a man should propose. And if something happens, then blame no one, but only yourself!

Grisha twists the ring, and Lida, realizing what really happened, covers her face with her hands in shame.

GRISHA (turns to the girl): What's the clock? There are still a few minutes left for our century?

Lida takes out her phone and looks at it.

LIDA (happily, but with restrained calm): Yes…, the last few minutes have started their run…

Grisha goes up to Lida, sits down on one knee and hands her the ring.

GRISHA: Lida, my beautiful doubt, my happy doubt, my only doubt in my life… Please become my wife!

Lida hesitates. Whatever it was, it was a very serious step.