The Curse of Hermes Trismegistus | страница 37
Myshevsky. It doesn’t matter. It is important for me to find out if anything from the previous owner has survived. And if so, then it has no price. And for everything else, I won’t give a broken penny.
Vykhuholev. Should we look for something specific?
Myshevsky. I am interested in any thing which was made more than half a century ago. Is there anything else unclear for you?
Vykhuholev. Everything is quite clear.
Myshevsky. Then, go out of my sight! And don't come back without a full description.
Vykhuholev. Can we start from this room?
Myshevsky. This is the room you will end up with.
Ogranovich. Oh, I wish I were ten years younger …
Vykhuholev. Why, Elena Pavlovna?
Ogranovich. Then, psychiatrist, they wouldn't get me out of the room like a mangy dog. And that is just because someone has a fresher face and a tastier buttocks…
Ogranovich and Vykhukholev leave.
Myshevsky. Clowns! However, sometimes they are useful. That's why I tolerate them and put up with their fricking. But you girl! I'm starting to feel like you're useless to me.
Olga. But I have fulfilled all your desires!
Myshevsky. You really think so?
Olga. But why? To begin with, it was me, who persuaded professor to conduct this seance.
Myshevsky. How arrogant of you! But I’ve already heard it today, but from another person. Who of you should I believe?
Olga. He's lying! It was me who has been visiting the professor every day. I’ve been giving him injections, measuring his blood pressure, giving pills. And the main thing is that I’ve been listening to him, admiring him, shamelessly seducing him. Although, I was sick and tired of his flabby ass and abstruse phrases. And when the professor could no longer do without me, I said that I was bored with him. And only then he agreed to hold this session. Just to see me again.
Myshevsky. Well, let's assume that it was like that…
Olga. Exactly like that! And it was me, who installed a remote-controlled voice recorder in the bathroom. And I turned it on, when the session began. Mysterious noises gave some credibility to the whole performance. Even the professor himself believed in the reality of what was happening. You are a genius, Andrey Sigizmundovich! You’ve calculated everything so accurately. You haven’t missed a single detail!
Myshevsky. There are no trifle things in important matters, girl. By the way, where is my voice recorder? Is it still where you hid it?
Olga. After the session, I took it away, so that the professor or his son would not accidentally find it.