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Comedy. Duration 1 hour 15 minutes.
ACTORS
Ada is a girl with prominent protruding ears.
Mom is Ada's parent.
Kostya is an atypical cavalier.
House. Cozy atmosphere. There are no signs of a full-fledged family life of a couple with children. There are no men here. A mother lives in the house with an adult daughter. Everything is neat, modest, clean.
A girl's crying is heard, and it intensifies. Ada enters the house. She is in the most upset feelings. The face is wet with tears, the carcass has flowed, the glasses are kept on the bridge of the nose. Her hair is tidied up so that her already not small snakes stand out even more. Ada falls on the sofa in hysterics. Roars even more violently.
Mom runs into the room at the cry.
Mom (worried). What? Adochka, what happened? What happened? Why are you crying? Well, tell me, well?
Ada turns to her mother, silently looks at her, barely restrains hysteria, burying herself in the sofa again hysterics.
Mom (more calmly). Did you… what, did you go on a date again?
Ada (screaming into the sofa, loudly and hysterically). YES!!!!!!!!!!!
Ada is again flooded with a new stream of tears and frustration.
Mom (moderately calm). M…, I see…
Mom sighs heavily and folds her crossed arms on her chest, looks at her daughter with a seal.
Mom (with subtext and irony). So who's the lucky guy?
Ada (jumping up on the sofa, sitting down and looking at her mother, hysterical). Mom, who cares who he is! What are you! Don't you understand? I was once again ridiculed and left! Nobody needs me, Mom! I'm scary! I'm weird! I'm… finished, Mom!
Ada bursts into tears again, but quietly, her strength is leaving her. Mom comes up to her daughter, sits down next to her, hugs her, pats her on the shoulder.
Mom (with warmth). It was the same Pavlik?
Ada (through tears). Yeah…
Mom (with warmth). You said that he, like, looks are not the main thing.
Ada (calming down a little). That's what I thought. At least… that's what he told me… I didn't dare to meet for a long time after the last date, you know. Then this Pavlik appeared, they found him online. We communicated well, we seemed to like each other. I tried to warn him in every possible way about my peculiarity, hinted in a streamlined way that I didn't have very beautiful ears, that he might not like me, delayed the meeting in every possible way. In my profile, this photo is more or less worth it, my features are not very visible. And he told me all the time that only the essence is important to him. That we feel each other and understand each other. And that no physiological features are an obstacle to us! That's what he said… I believed him, Mom. I even almost forgot about my prominent ears myself. We met with him and…