A play for 10 people (5 male roles, 5 female roles).
Comedy. Duration 1 hour.
We plant a young girl of attractive appearance in the hall. She goes in the same way with everyone on the call, without arousing suspicion. We seat her on the first row approximately in the middle.
ACTORS
Tolik is a humorist husband.
Dasha is Tolik's wife.
Ksyusha is an accidental victim of circumstances.
Andrey is Ksyusha's husband.
A decoy girl.
Three girls with a cameo role.
Three men with a cameo role (Misha, Sasha, Anton).
The role of a decoy girl and the role of one of the three girls in the park can easily be played by one actress.
Positive dynamic music is playing.
Tolik is wearing a kitchen apron around the apartment. He is cheerful, cheerful, charged. Kitchen apron in flour. In the hands of Tolik, then a rolling pin, then a baking sheet, then a saucepan with flour, then bags with baking powder and cocoa.
He's running around with all this, fussing, running in and out of the room from different sides of the stage.
The music stops.
And so, finally, he solemnly and decorously carries a homemade cake on a platter. Puts it on the table. Admires, is touched, admires.
Tolik (positively). Here … after all, don't say anything, but a homemade cake, it will never compare with a store-bought one, and even if it is thawed and frozen ten times there. With all sorts of harmful additives there, to keep the form, the term stood. Not… not that. But this is another matter. Here…
He sniffs the cake, savors the sense of smell and facial expressions, admires himself.
Tolik (reproachfully to himself). Ah… God knows, I wanted to wait for my darling, but no… It's beyond my strength.
Grabs the cake, takes it to the kitchen.
Tolik (leaving). What's the difference. It's all the same to cut… and besides, I won't eat all of it. (Suggesting to himself) Less self-flagellation! Despondency and confusion are not a person's best friend.
From the kitchen, you can hear savoring, champing, drinking. In a word, it is obvious that Tolik is already eating cake there.
The doorbell rings.
Tolik returns well-fed, satisfied, with a mug in his hand. There is a satisfied smile of a March cat on his face, stroking his tummy contentedly.
He opens the door. Enter the nervous Dasha. She has bags in her hands.
Dasha (indignantly). Tolik, holy shit, what's taking so long? My hands are already stretched to the heels.
Dasha puts the bags down, sighs with relief.
Dasha (indignantly). I didn't want to put the bags on the floor on the landing, collect different infections. My hands are busy, I can't get the keys. What took you so long? (Suspicious)
Tolik (cheekily, in a satisfied voice, sipping tea from a mug and scratching his belly). And you know…, Anechka and I had a perfectly good time in the kitchen, (with lust, savoring, slightly closing our eyes from pleasure) How am I her…
Tolik does not have time to finish, because he gets a "bream". Sonorous and capacious. Dasha belligerently rushes to the kitchen after slapping her husband in the face.
Dasha (boldly, running away to the kitchen). Where is this well? Now I'm her…
Tolik rubs his cheek after the blow, but still smiles.