YURA (to her mother, incredulously): Mom, is it really eleven o'clock?
MOM (calmly, good): True, my son, it's already past eleven.
YURA (to her mother, indignantly): Why did you Wake me up so late? Didn't I ask you to Wake me up at nine? Today we have a business meeting with Sanka. I should have been prepared, at least had time to Wake up properly!
MOTHER (calmly, good): I did Wake you up, son. I came to you four times, but you didn't Wake up. He grumbled, swore, and threw a pillow at me one last time. Breakfast was already cold, and I had to warm it up. I tried, really.
YURA (to her mother, indignantly): So you're not trying hard. I should have done something different, I don't know… to be smart. Shamed me in front of a friend.
Yura makes an indignant grimace and rolls her eyes.
SANYA (smoothing out the corners): Come on, whatever. It happens to everyone. I've sometimes gone as far as twelve, or even as far as two.
MOM (with interest): What kind of event are you planning? Business meeting? Did you decide to get a job?
Sanek and Yura look at their mother with a disapproving, reproachful look, but they are silent.
Mom understands their look and shakes her head.
MOTHER (disappointed): Well yes… What am I, really? What kind of work in thirty-six years. Small yet. (Sanku) And it's probably too late for you, Sasha. (Resignedly, continuing cleaning) Never mind, we'll hang out sometime. I understand everything, these are difficult times, the employer is deceiving at every step. (Son) You'd better be at home, so it will be safer, and calmer. I've got a pension for a thousand dollars, and I've taken some home-sewing work. It's normal, why complain, a lot of people live worse.
The mother finishes cleaning up after her son, goes to the kitchen.
SANEK (admiringly): You have a great mother. Here is my me constantly shpynyaet – go work, go work. I may be about to turn forty, but you can't just take me. Spend priceless years of your life sitting in depressing warehouses, production halls, or dusty offices? I didn't find myself in a dumpster. It is necessary to live brightly, easily, naturally! It's so easy. Is it really that hard to understand? After all, our old people should be wise, and they are some kind of stupid on the contrary.
Yura looks reproachfully at his friend.
SANEK (making excuses): well… it doesn't apply to your mother, but in General… some generation of fools seems to have grown up in the post-war years. Well, it's understandable, in General, it was hard, it was necessary to raise the country! Education and self-development was not at all in the first so to speak needs…
YURA (turning the topic): Okay, no more demagoguery. What was there, how it was there. We met today for a very specific event, so we won't waste any time!
SANEK (clapping his hands, rubbing his hands): Yes!
YURA (businesslike): So, my dear friend. What do we have? So I'm thirty-six years old!
SANEK (cheerfully, enthusiastically): So!
JURA (business): Marriage was not seen…
SANYA (cheerfully, enthusiastically): I wasn't!
JURA (business): As in fact, and in General in the company of a girl.
SANEK (surprised): Really? What in General, what if never with anyone and never?
YURA (judiciously): It happens! Haven't you read Omar Khayyam? Here he says that it's better to be alone than with just anyone!
Sanek scratches his chin thoughtfully.
