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MIKE: And what’d you say?

BOB: Said, that the bags were heavy…

MIKE: And what’s she say?

BOB: Agreed… The. I asked her why her husband didn’t help her…

MIKE (nervously): And she?

BOB: Said: «He’s not a husband – he’s real pig… I don’t need such an pig».

MIKE: So… When did this happen?

BOB: Don’t remember exactly

MIKE: Approximately…

BOB: May be two or three weeks ago..

MIKE (runs quickly to the door): I’ll show her «»a pig»! She’ll answer for «the pig»!

BOB: Mike, stop! We haven’t yet solved your problem…

(Bob smiles rubbing his hands with satisfaction)

MIKE (runs back): Dare not speak to my wife again! If you come up to her one more, I’ll kill you!

(MIKE run away)

BOB: Good job, Bob! Now you can drink.

THE END

ANNA – a woman, about 40 years.

PETER – her husband, a man the same age.

PLACE: American apartment.

Anna’s apartment. Piles of clothes on the floor.

Enter Peter.

PETER: Can I come in, Anna?

ANNA: Why didn’t you call, Peter?

PETER: It’s not a telephone conversation. Can I…

ANNA: Peter, you’re here, come in.

PETER: I’ve come to talk…you know what I mean.

ANNA: Come on in, and let’s talk… I’m spring cleaning. Careful!

PETER: Want me to take my shoes off?

ANNA: No. Men in socks looks silly. You walk around piles of clothes on the floor. Step on the rugs. Here, then over here, and here; now sit on the sofa. Relax.

Peter sits on the sofa.

PETER: I finally want… to talk about our devorce papers…

ANNA: I knew you will come today…

PETER: Why?

ANNA: I saw you in my dream last night… You go along the beach swinging your arms, and I steal along behind you, it was so funny…

PETER: So me at the beach, what’s funny?

ANNA: I’m not done. A friend of mine follows you swinging his arms just like you: he is mocking you…. And I follow both of you… can’t help laughing…. I hide when you look round. You seem to be looking for me and don’t pay any attention to my friend.

PETER: What’s his name… your friend?

ANNA: You didn’t seem to know him well. Maybe you have met him at our office parties.

PETER: So I know him!

ANNA: There were lots of people there: you didn’t pay much attention to him.

PETER: Why, is he inconspicuous?

ANNA: Inconspicuous to you perhaps, you were more interested in chatting up the ladies.

PETER: Describe him to me maybe I’ll remember him.

ANNA: He is taller than you; his eyes are blue, and his hair…

PETER: Where did you meet?

ANNA: At work… in the office.

PETER: You used to tell me about your work friends in detail. You probably told me about him.

ANNA: I might not have told you much about him…

PETER: Why?

ANNA: It’s not important now.

PETER: Yes, it’s important, since you brought him up. It is important! How well do you know him?

ANNA: None of your business. You decided to have a divorce, and we separated. Now you have your own life, and I – mine.

PETER: Do you think that I don’t still care? After fifteen years!

ANNA: Fifteen years six months and two weeks.

PETER: Anna!

ANNA: Anyway, I don’t see him any more.

PETER: When did you stop?

ANNA: I can’t remember…

PETER: Think… Real… Hard…

ANNA: About a half of year ago, after he quit our office.

PETER: So it is «out of sight, out of mind». And what kind of relationship did you have?

ANNA: What kind of relationship can be between man and woman? Need me to spell it out?

Pause

PETER: You cheated on me…

ANNA: Yes.

PETER: And you told me none of this?

ANNA: I didn’t want to.

PETER: You found somebody and kept on living with me as if nothing had happened!

ANNA: And while living with me you didn’t waste time too…

PETER: That’s why we’re going to divorce. Why didn’t you tell me about him?

ANNA: Peter, if I had made up my mind to divorce you, I would’ve told you everything.

PETER: Why didn’t you want to divorce me?… May be he didn’t want to marry you?

ANNA: When we fell for each other, he was married.

PETER: I suppose, he didn’t want to divorce his wife. How long did your relationship last?

ANNA: I don’t remember exactly… about two…

PETER: What a two-timer you really are! And still I wonder…did you stop seeing each other when he got a new job?

ANNA: At first we met often, but then… He had to drive across the whole city. You know the traffic jams…

PETER: Traffic jams! Was it just traffic jams you blame? Couldn’t you make up anything more interesting? Say, a plane crash: your lover dies falling down from a huge height, or you are attacked by thugs, he defends you but is stabbed in the back, bleeding badly…

ANNA: Peter, stop mocking!