The Curse of Hermes Trismegistus | страница 30
Ogranovich. The most important is that I do remember. So, don’t worry.
Vykhuholev. I am just wondering: you don't look like a young chick, who would change her husbands like purses, as soon as they get out of fashion. So, did your husbands leave you?
Ogranovich. Take it easy, shrink. I didn’t make an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Vykhuholev. Anyway, would you please satisfy my curiosity for the sake of our old friendship?
Ogranovich. Okay, I’ll tell you as my old friend. You know, psychiatrist, every husband has his own limit. Position, salary, connections – everyone has a different one. But as soon as a man reaches his limit, he is no longer interesting to a woman, as a husband. She starts looking for another one whose limit is wider. And it’s so on… As long as she is still interesting to anyone, as a woman.
Vykhuholev. And besides, you are also a cynic, Elena Pavlovna.
Ogranovich. We, women, have this cynicism by nature. At the genetic level. Since we have to think about procreation. And any random male is not suitable for this purpose. You always want the best variant for your children.
Vykhuholev. And may I ask you, how many children do you have, Elena Pavlovna?
Ogranovich. So what? Not every woman is able to. But the instinct itself has remained! And what about you? Why are you still single, psychiatrist?
Vykhuholev. I haven’t met the perfect life partner yet.
Ogranovich. Oh, you are a romantic guy! Then find a way, how we can get out of this pile of shit we've got in without getting dirty up to the ears.
Vykhuholev. The question is not by my salary. Let Myshevsky think about it.
Ogranovich. No way! He always suggests such things that you will never wash them off in life … Oh, by the way, he’s right there!
Myshevsky enters.
Vykhuholev. So, what ‘s news, Andrey Sigizmundovich?
Myshevsky. The professor came to his senses. But he fell asleep immediately after the injection. Now he is sleeping peacefully like a baby. A nurse is on duty next to him. And his son is hanging around nearby, like a moth over a lamp. So we have time to think.
Ogranovich. About what?!
Myshevsky. About this situation. Don’t you think, my dear, that I’ve invited you here to drink vodka for free?
Ogranovich. I’ve just drunk a couple of short glasses! (drinking). Uff! Professor's vodka is such a rubbish.
Myshevsky. Quiet! Someone is coming.
Rodion enters.
Ogranovich. Would you like some vodka, Rodik? It's scary to look at you.