NELLIE (sadly): Okay, thanks.
The doctor stands up.
DOCTOR (Good to parents and children): Get well!
The doctor goes into the office, closes the door behind him.
Remain in the hallway, Cyril, Nelly, and Marina.
Cyril sees that Nelly is upset.
KIRILL (Nelly): is Everything okay?
NELLIE: I don't know… I wish it was better. I thought I'd be on sick leave for a couple of days at most and go back to work. And you'll have to sit for another week.
KIRILL: are you So eager to get to work?
: I would not rush, I do not work officially, sick leave is not paid. You want to go, you don't want to go, but you won't get any money either, and you can't raise a child by yourself… you won't run too far.
KIRILL: You are also alone…
Nelly sighs.
NELLIE: my Husband left two years ago.
Cyril looks at Nelly questioningly, but doesn't ask. She catches a questioning look on her face and explains.
NELLIE: I found a younger one.
KIRILL: Well, do you communicate? Helps, probably, all the same?
NELLIE (waving her hand): Yeah, talking. He doesn't even wish the child a happy birthday, much less me. There, the young woman turned his head thoroughly. He has a completely different life for a long time. We became strangers.
CYRIL: it turns out…
NELLY: what?
KIRILL: it turns out that we are comrades in misfortune, in a way.
NELLIE (smiles): So it turns out.
Dima returns with the drawing.
DIMA: everything is fine, I finished it (shows the drawing).
Kirill looks at the drawing.
KIRILL: Well, Yes, that's better. Aunts, uncles, children, umbrellas from the sun, towels, this is probably a blanket (asks, pointing to the drawing)?
DIMA: Yes.
KIRILL (Dima): Wait, where are we? Am I missing something?
Dima points at the drawing with his finger.
CYRIL: that's it?
DIMA: Yes.
KIRILL: Wait, I don't understand. But there are four people under the fungus. And there are two of us with you
, aren't there? : I just really want there to be four of us the next time we go to the beach. You, me, mom and sister.
Dad makes a duck-like gesture with surprise but approval.
CYRIL: that's Interesting.
NELLY: can I see it?
Kirill hands the drawing to Nelly. She studies him carefully, smiling.
Marina also goes to the drawing, also looks.
MARINA (seriously): She looks like me (pointing).
NELLIE (half laughing): Indeed, there are similarities.
DIMA: Well, that's right, I drew my sister from Marina.
There is an awkward pause.
Cyril and Nellie look at each other.
Kirill takes the drawing, looks at it, then looks at Marina, then at Nelly, then at the drawing.
KIRILL: Well, then… I don't mind.
Nellie takes the picture gently from his hands, Kirill, is also looking at the picture, then dim, then to Cyril. Then he looks down at the drawing.
NELLY: Yes, I am, in General, too.
Cyril and Nelly stare into each other's eyes.
Marina carefully takes the drawing from her mother's hand. He stares at the drawing, then at Dima, then at the drawing, then at Kirill, then at the drawing, then at his mother.
MARINA: I agree, too.
Kirill: Well, then… (pulls his son closer, hugs him)
Nelly and Marina also come, Kirill hugs them, they hug everyone.
KIRILL: Then… then we wish good luck to our new crew and a good journey together!
Loud and effective music!
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