Читать A play for 4 people. Comedy. Gadgets
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Comedy for 4 people in three acts (12+)
Duration 2 hours.
An explanatory note for the director is attached at the end of the play.
ACTORS
Alla is a mom.
Sergey is a dad.
Vitalik is a minor son.
Inga is the same age as her son.
The roles of Vitalik and Inga are provided for playing, both by young performers and adult actors, taking into account the corresponding transformation. The played age is 16-17 years old.
Act One
Scene 1. The end of patience
Equipped family apartment. Vitalik is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, wearing headphones, with a smart watch on his arm. The phone is buzzing, dripping on the nerves of his parents.
Vitalik (disgustingly, viciously, tearfully). Verniiiiiiiiiite telefoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
pauses.
Vitalik (disgustingly, viciously, tearfully). Well, give aaaaaaaaaaaaaayte the phone!
In response, silence.
Vitalik (disgustingly, viciously, tearfully). This is a moooooo phone, you have no right to take it away from me!
In response, silence.
Vitalik (busily, impudently, blackmailing). I will call the police, tell them that my family is being mistreated, they will punish you! You will be imprisoned!
The heavy tread of his father's footsteps is heard, Vitalik takes off from his place and runs away. He stands behind the glass, locked in the bathroom.
An enraged father enters the room with a belt in his hand.
A worried mother minces behind him.
Alla (worried, calming her husband). Seryozha, please, just calm down. I'm begging you, control yourself.
Sergey (nervously, on edge). I'll call him, I'll call his ass right now. (He shouts to his son through the glass of the door.) Have I ever touched you with a finger in my whole life? Come out, parasite, we will change the algorithms of education. Words and beliefs are no good. Only rudeness and impunity in response!
Alla (worried, calming her husband). Seryozha, please, let's not get nervous.
Sergey (nervously, on edge, to his wife). What, without nerves? Now there is no way without nerves! Still exhausted, our beloved son, our little blood. All the attention, care, affection and forgiveness to him, so the blackmailer grew up. He will call. (Shouts to her son behind the glass.) Come on, call! I'll even return your phone to you in this case and tell you the number. Call-call! Tell me that they're bullying you, that you're having a bad life. They'll take you away in no time, just not my mother and me, but you. You from us! And they will be assigned to an orphanage. And if you think that there you will have: smartphones, tablets, computers, care, attention, help, support, delicious food and fashionable clothes, then you are very much mistaken, my dear! You'll have punches, punches, punches and more punches there. And from the curators and from fellow soldiers. They'll put your head in place there at once and the honours will evaporate in no time. Only now, my dear, there will be no way back home later.