Well, that's what it's about. I don't know what's wrong with female friendship, but with male friendship it's complete… (sighs) Yes.
Moves to the center of the stage, as if backing away, not quickly.
ALEXANDER (the viewer premedicine manner of communication): Well, recently here with a spine have zakonchilis. So he explained to me that it was just a bad thing I had. The stripe is black. It turns out that with friends it, this strip, also happens, not only with life circumstances. This is a normal type. We sat and talked. Then we went to the club… Then I don't remember. But I remember that we agreed to go with him today to solve some issue. Someone owes him money. There's a story like this… In General, they threw the kid. Well, we need to help the little man.
Groan.
ALEXANDER (to the audience, sympathetically): a Friend after all…
Leaves the stage to the music of the chanson style, taking with him the bottle with which he came.
ZTM.
18th century. Times of the Empress Catherine the Second.
The music heard at the appropriate points in time.
If you can at least partially recreate the atmosphere of that time on stage – it will be great, if not, you can beat the concentration of light on the actor and music.
In a magnificent dress, women's clothing, a wig and other attributes that were in place by the end of the 1760s, Alexander appears on the stage, spinning in a dance.
The simplest makeup, pink cheeks, inspired face and most importantly – posture.
The music stops.
Alexander slowly stops dancing.
Stands up in half a turn to the viewer, covers himself with a fan, which respectfully covers himself.
ALEXANDER (in a woman's voice):
Oh, really, I'm surprised,
Where did the courage go?
Like a bird in the sky I fly,
But only in dreams, in life – opal.
As if the sky is angry,
Left the young ladies without a pair.
The Canon of husbands was courteous to us,
Now we have lost the spell
Left on their own,
For a rare case of fun.
Tired to complain about the fate,
The head was replaced by the power.
Alexander coughs, tired of speaking in a thin female voice, furiously folds the fan and throws it backstage on his nerves.
She casually pulls off these feminine garments and wipes her face.
He is, to put it mildly, dissatisfied.
ALEXANDER (in a rage, in his own voice): There are a lot of people in the troupe. Actresses sit idle, so no, the Director saw some of his own zest in dressing up a man as a young lady. (As emotionally as possible, pulling off the remnants of outfits, wiping the Marafet from the face) What should I do with my voice? With your belly? (he shakes his stomach with his hands.) It's not very clear what happened here. I had to not eat for a month, and what is most offensive – not to drink!
