Each of us wants a good, stable, honest relationship based on mutual love and respect, but not everyone can afford such a luxury. Our heroes also tried to create their own healthy social unit. Let's see how they did it in the comedy "The Teacher".
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The actors
Anna
Ksyusha
Sanek
Victor
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.
Ksyusha. Here! Another person! This matter. Help yourself.
Anna. Are you sure nothing will come of all this?
Ksyusha. Yes, no…
Anna starts to eat.
Ksyusha. It will carry the maximum.
Anna stops chewing. He looks at his friend. She looks at her. Anna waves her hand away and continues to chew.
Ksyusha. A couple of times.
Anna stops chewing again.
Anna. And what are you not eating?
Ksyusha. Well, I just did!
Anna. You must have been asleep just now!
Ksyusha. Well, yes, and before that, literally…
Anna. No, that won't do. Come with me.
Ksyusha is not in too much of a hurry to share dinner.
Anna. Be brave! Don't be afraid!
Ksyusha. Don't fight! And also a teacher. Do you teach children to speak the same way?
Anna. Come on, eat!
Ksyusha. But now I recognized the teacher. My teacher told me the same thing all the time.
Ksyusha takes the yogurt, opens it, but does not eat it. He hesitates. He looks cautiously at Anna.
Anna. Come on, come on!
Ksyusha. Oh, she wasn't. If anything, we'll ride a white horse together. Just like when I was a kid. Remember?
Anna. I remember, but let's not sit at the table, okay?
Ksyusha. Soryan, my friend.
They clink yoghurts. Eating.
Ksyusha. And nothing, by the way. You can eat.
Anna. M… decided to test it on me first, then? How sweet…
Ksyusha. No, I'm not… That's right, it's okay… Usually… Things happen. Without consequences… Almost.
Anna. Yes, yes… We've been through this before.
Ksyusha. That's not what made you sick at all that time. It's because of…
Anna. Well, well?
Ksyusha. And… there… it's…
Anna. Well? What was there? Tell me?
Ksyusha. Whoever remembers the old, he's out of sight.
