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It's raining. Twilight.
Plays a soft sad lyric composition (recommended by Terry "don't Talk about love" up to 1min 29 sec)
A few seconds after the start of the loss, Philip slowly enters the stage. He's all wet, exhausted, and drops of water are dripping off him on the floor.
The wife comes on the stage from the other side the same, all wet, exhausted, having experienced all the same things that her husband experienced. They approach each other slowly with the last of their strength, looking into each other's eyes with a plea and forgiveness. They lean on each other to keep from falling.
The allotted time passes for the lyrical component in the composition, the music subsides.
PHILIPP: (extremely tired of everything) Yana… do you think there's anything else we can do? Do we have any more "we"?
YANA: (extremely tired of everything) I knew you cheated on me… a woman always knows, feels, notices when she shares her husband with someone… At first I endured, hoped for something, and then… I became no different from you in the matter of loyalty, and off we go. But happiness is not everything as you can see has brought neither you nor me… And one day I met a man with two dogs… with a very strange name…
Philip is wary.
YANA: after that, I learned to hear the thoughts of my entire environment… And the masks fell! I saw the true faces and was horrified.
Philip looks at his wife with a guilty, surprised, and at the same time exhausted look.
YANA: (extremely tired of everything) And it was with you that I once learned what a woman's happiness is…
PHILIP: (extremely tired of everything) And I've never been as happy with anyone as I've been with you… Then something happened… something went wrong… me… I broke down.
Philip lowers his head guiltily.
Yana gently, with a tired hand, strokes her husband's head, and in this movement you can read real unconditional love.
YANA: I don'T hear anything else…
PHILIP: And I again became ordinary…
YANA: (extremely tired of everything) Then… let's just start with a clean slate. Let's fix what's broken and try to remind each other of what happiness is… Looks like… what besides you and me for you and me… no one can do this!
Philip looks up, looking hopefully at his wife.
PHILIPP: (extremely tired of everything) Think… can we still fix it?
YANA: (extremely tired of everything, but with hope) I think so… We will restore the Foundation, and everything else will be added…
PHILIPP: (with hope and a rapidly forming plan in his eyes) Then… we'll go up ourselves, and then… I know a beggar who will also need help! Let's do it, Yana!
Philip and Yana look at each other, guiltily lower their heads to the floor, and then defiantly with the last of their strength, with the remnants of rage and all the remnants of feelings, they throw themselves into each other's strong arms, so that the spray flew from them in all directions. (Perhaps, for greater effect, it makes sense to provide some bursting containers with water – explosive packages that are safe for actors or use laser graphics).
Fireworks begin to sparkle along the edges of the stage (it is highly desirable to implement this).
A growing lyrical composition is played (recommended by Vengaboys "Boom Boom Boom»
Bright lights on the stage.
The music is playing in full force, and the actors begin to bow on the stage.
