Читать книгу "The teacher. A play for 4 people. Comedy - Николай Владимирович Лакутин"

"in a cage", then we do not have to talk about our natural essence. But if a woman breathes deeply, if she feels strength in herself and can correctly direct her inner wave, dispose of it, then this is just about what we imagine ourselves to be.

Ksyusha. Anyut? What wave? What kind of power? You're scaring me. Let me touch your forehead. Is there no fever? (He touches Anna's forehead.) I don't think so. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

Anna. Nonsense — it was my past life. And now I feel all this in myself, do you understand?

Ksyusha. She feels it! The muzzle was painted, dressed up, and now she has already begun to sprout a crown on her head.

Anna. What is the crown, Ksyusha? What are you talking about? No. I don't put myself above others and I'm not going to teach anyone anything. I'm just enjoying the state now, you know? And these are not external changes, they are more of an internal transformation, and appearance is just a reflection of the inner.

Ksyusha. Yes, yes… I saw how men appreciated these "inner" transformations of yours. No one gives a damn about what's inside of us! Everyone is only interested in the cover!

Anna. That's not so.

Ksyusha. So!

Anna. No, it's not like that.

Ksyusha. No, look at her, she's still arguing with me! Anka! Come on, turn it back. Become the same, ordinary, the same faithful friend of mine, with whom you can talk and cry and everything in the world. And I do not know this Anya and I do not want to know. There will be more arguments with me.

Anna. Please don't be angry, Xun.

Ksyusha. And don't call me that! I was Ksenia for that Anya, and for you I am Ksenia Rudolfovna! Look, too… I got a little flustered, and immediately turned up my nose!

Anna. Don't be angry with me, Ksenia Rudolfovna. I just wanted to tell you how the kids in kindergarten reacted to my transformation.

Ksyusha. By the way, yes! Interesting. How did they react? Have you chewed your mouths too?

Anna. But just not! Children — they are watching with their Soul. Of course, some people asked why I was so dressed up like a Christmas tree today. They thought it was my birthday. But the attitude of the children towards me has not changed. It has remained the same — good. They are naughty, as before, but the attitude towards me personally is very good.

Ksyusha. And the folders? Folders? Probably, they drilled the updated education with their eyes? The upgrade turned out to be quite strong, it's stupid to deny it.

Anna. Daddies — yes, they noticed. But the eyes were boring more than Mom's. And colleagues, of course.

Ksyusha. Well, of course…

Anna. Can you imagine? The dads texted me. I've never been personally contacted or called. My number is written on the door of the group there, just in case, mine and the shift workers, but everyone always called at work. We bought a special mobile phone for the group, and it's there. If someone is going to be picked up early or someone is ill, they won't come — they call there. And today, look, a few messages. Now…

Anna takes out her mobile phone, opens messages.

Anna (reading). Anna Andreevna, good evening, this is Nikita's dad. He's been completely spoiled lately, you probably don't like him either? We talk, we explain. If it bothers you too much, tell me, we will take tougher parenting measures.

Ksyusha. Oh, fuck! And this Nikita's dad didn't write to you before, did he?

Anna. Never. Yes! I have to tell him that everything is fine, no problem.

Anna prints a reply and sends it.

Anna. And here's another message, this time from Papa Mishenka. (Reading). Hello, Anna Andreevna. Misha left a toy in kindergarten today, he is very worried. The transformer is blue-red. If it catches your eye, throw it in a box with waii, please.

Ksyusha. So what? Did you find a transformer?

Anna. Yes, I saw it. I immediately threw it into the box. Do we always do this, did it make sense to write about it at all?

Ksyusha. The reason, however!

Anna. Apparently.

Ksyusha. It's clear.

Anna. One even sent a voicemail. Do you want to listen?

Ksyusha. You're asking! I want a horse!

Anna turns on the voice message.

A voice message. Anna Andreyevna, my compliments to you. Sergey, Klimenty's father. My son told me about the brawl that took place in the group last week. I didn't even know. Thank you for not scolding the kid, he was naughty there, of course. We'll teach him a delicate lesson on the weekend, explain whose cones are in the forest. But at least he confessed himself, he realized his guilt, it's already nice. I want to say a huge thank you for such a kind and sincere attitude. We all see that you treat our children as you treat your own. Thanks again. Sorry to bother you, have a nice evening.

Ksyusha. Yeshki — ladles! And this one has never written you anything like that?

Anna. I have never written or said anything like that. No one has ever done anything at all. And then it just fell out of a cornucopia…

Ksyusha. Yes… Beauty is a terrible force!

Anna. That's for sure.

They smile and take a couple of sips of coffee.

Ksyusha. I have some