— Father, but I love him! —
Lizaveta's ankles, as well as her voice, trembled.— Such love is temporary: in a year, when you’ll live together in poverty, it will turn into hatred. — Valery walked across the stage confidently and somewhat measurably. He kept his hands behind his back.
— Do you mean to say that I have no right to choose for myself the one with whom I’ll live the rest of my life? — Her chest rapidly expanded and sank.
— Right or no right, this little head is completely incapable of thinking for itself, — he approached her face, carefully took one of the blonde braids, and shifted it from a shoulder to herback.
— But I love him ... — although she whispered, it was heard by everyone in the hall, — I love him more than anything in the world...
A girl didn’t take her eyes off his own until she sank completely to the floor, exhausted. A man held her by the ribs. Tears and saliva flowed down her neck onto a white dress, and her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
— Elizabeth, — he did not let go of her for a moment, — we must repeat everything from the beginning.
— Explain what was wrong this time.
The repetition of a 3-minute episode has been going on for over 2 hours. Before the premiere of the play “Relatives,” an actor who was supposed to play a father broke his leg, so he was replaced by the director’s assistant. The rest of the troupe lay down on the floor and watched in silence: everyone got used to the toxic relations between the newcomer and Valery.
— You flooded the stage with your emotions, — he glanced at her wet clothes,— Literally.
— Ha! Forgive me, mister, for having a talent! — as if on command, the girl changed her paleness to an angry blush.
— What is talent when you can't control it?
— What is control when there is no talent?
They stood nose-to-nose (figuratively, because they had a big height difference).
— Please stop, you’re crossing the line.
— I’m sick of your lines! I desire to capture people's feelings, to give my own heart to be torn apart if it's needed. Meanwhile, you not only don’t let me become the actress I aspire to be, but you also seem to be running away from the main instrument of ours - emotions!
— Do you really know what desires of yours are? Capture - undoubtedly, but not only emotions. You’re filling the entire space with yourself, not leaving a single empty corner. You need everyone to look at you, hear you, and think about you. Wherever I look, since you have been here, it's all You-You-You!.. — although his voice was calm, the words carried too many details – he got scared of his own sincerity.
— Barker! Boring, emotionless barker!
The rehearsal ended early. Tomorrow's performance now stood at risk.
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— They're late longer than usual for some reason, — a woman in a burgundy beret whispered in the ear of a neighbor on the right side of the seat. They have never met each other before.
— They'll start soon. Do you see that large man? — she stretched out her hand to the left side of the stage.
The beret slipped due to overly active nodding:
— He looks Italian.
— He's giving a signal to the lighting director.
Soon darkness fell in the hall; voices stifened, movements slowed down. Act One.
— Is this a father and daughter? — the beret was already in her hands.
— Yes. The director of this play decided to take prototypes of Juliet and Lord Capulet - a new look at old motifs.
— Intriguing... and is it normal that they're so close to each other?
Women shifted closer to the actors in unison.
— Indeed, extremely intimate scene...
— Where did his hand just slip? — she gripped the bar more tightly.
— No-no, it just appeared like touch, but there was none! I think... I have no idea how to take it, but it definitely isn't...
— Shh! — came angrily from behind.
— Sorry!
— Sorry...
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