Antoine. And this is an idea… It will be necessary to order a red medical gown for yourself, you will immediately be able to weed out visitors from the doorstep. The one who will be impudent – aside, who is in the right place – come here! Or, wait, in what sense, will he rush?
Emily (embarrassed). I'm sorry…
Antoine. In fact, you are partly right. Psychologists quite seriously believe that the love of red is a bell for psychological deviations. And the people generally have a saying "A fool is glad to see red."
Emily. Here!
Antoine. But I like the color red and I don't care what psychologists think about it or how people talk about it. I agree to be considered a fool among smart people, let them talk what they want. Cognac?
Emily. I won't say no!
Antoine. That's reasonable!
Pours some cognac into a glass, treats Emily.
Emily. Thanks (Helping himself). And how would I learn to spit on someone else's opinion?
Antoine (thoughtfully). Let's say that not every opinion should be ignored. Listening to what others are saying is not harmful. Moreover, sometimes really sensible thoughts sound, which at least make sense to analyze and try on yourself. I do not teach that the opinion of everyone should be ignored. No. Everyone and everyone should be treated with respect, and with genuine respect. Communicate with dignity, be condescending to stupid attacks on your own or someone else's address. Everyone judges, thinks and acts to the best of their intelligence, and, hand on heart, we note that not everyone has it at an exorbitant level. I am not a doctor of sciences myself, and I can also blurt something out somewhere from a small mind, which will just demonstrate my narrow-mindedness in this or that issue. And if someone more intelligent and more knowledgeable treats me condescendingly at this moment, and if also with respect, then it will be pleasant to me, as well as to anyone. Talk, listen, observe, but draw your own conclusions! That's what it's about.
Emily. Okay, I agree. (He finishes his drink, sets the glass aside). Delicious cognac, thank you.
Antoine. Health for. (He sits down opposite). How are you, Emily?
Emily, yes…
Antoine. It's clear. Is there a problem?
Emily. There is a little bit. How did you guess?
Antoine. Although I am not a psychologist in its purest form, but no one is in a hurry to share their joy with me either. They mostly carry problems – clean up, Uncle Antoine.
Emily. Judging by her friend's experience, Uncle Antoine is very successful at raking.
Antoine. But why not? So what's the gag?
Emily. The thing is… that I am…
Emily is a little lost from the word that does not fit into the framework of the situation, but Antoine looks at her quite calmly, amicably and openly, waiting for an answer.
Emily. Ahem. Yes. the thing is… that I'm… married.
Antoine. Oh! Congratulations! (Looks at Emily's reaction). Or do I sympathize?
Emily. Here! Yes, I'm sorry – it's more appropriate.
Antoine. Why is that? Why is marriage a burden?
Emily. Because I'm not married to someone I'd like to be.
Antoine. That's the number! Were you dragged down the aisle by force?
Emily. Well… Not that…, but also not that and… It all started spinning so fast there… I see she's already married. I looked closely – not for that!
Antoine. Understood, well, then let's remember your once happy free life!
