Scene 1
Anna and Ksusha's rented apartment. It's not too tidy. Evening. An enraged Anna runs in. She doesn't look at all feminine, exhausted, gray.
Anna. Ahhh! That's it! To hell with this whole kindergarten! I'm writing my resignation letter tomorrow! My strength is gone. I've had enough! I'll go to the kiosk to trade, to the market, to distribute leaflets, I'll get a job as a gas station attendant… At least somewhere, but to get involved in educational and educational activities at some point… Fuck it all!!!
A sleepy Ksyusha comes out. He stretches.
Ksyusha. M.. Hello, Anyut.
Anna. hello!
Ksyusha. Hush, hush. Calm down.
Ksyusha comes up to Anna, calms her down, gently strokes her back.
Ksyusha. It's okay, girlfriend, it's okay. You're at home, no one will offend you here, no one will raise their voice at you, no one will force on the palace, no one will throw a cube at your head.
Anna is crying softly, sobbing.
Ksyusha. Well, that's it. All. Come on, pull yourself together.
Anna. Yes, that's it, I'm sorry. I'm snapping at you again.
Ksyusha. Come on, I'm used to it already. What don't I understand? But at least for a change, you would have come home after work some other way. Otherwise, everything is in one pore.
Anna. Ksyusha, honey, I'm sorry. Honestly, every day, going to work, I promise myself that today everything will be different. And I even hold on for a while. But then these kids… These parents, this headmistress, damn her!
Ksyusha. Don't swear.
Anna. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Ksyusha. Go wash up, get yourself cleaned up, I'll set the table for you. Are you hungry, perhaps?
Anna. What is it? I can't get anything into my mouth with these endless nerves. And what? Did you cook something?
Ksyusha. No, of course not. But I'll get you something. I just brought a lot of stuff from my shift yesterday.
Anna. Another delay?
Ksyusha. Anyut? It's all the same thing that you would buy in any other store for money. Well, as long as I'm a cashier, what good can I do? Don't throw it away, right?
Anna. Oh, I don't know. Somehow I'm skeptical about everything that you bring from there.
Ksyusha. If you don't eat, just say so. That I'm crucifying myself here.
Anna. I will! Get your overdue, it won't get any worse.
Ksyusha. That's how it would be right away. Go wash your face and get to the table!
Anna smiles. He goes to wash his face.
Ksyusha sets the table, carries food: cheeses, sausages, yoghurts.
Ksyusha (shouting). And wash your hands with soap! Or else you'll get some chickenpox from these loving kids of yours.
Anna (screams). Learn more – learn more!
Ksyusha smiles, finishes with the table. He sits down and waits. Anna returns. She is already dressed at home. He sits down next to me.