YANA: (calmly, without emotion) what are you making noise about?.. What happened?
PHILIPP: (thoughtfully) No, it's just… Are you waiting for someone? the
Wife looks at her husband strangely, the husband looks at his wife strangely.
YANA: (angrily) What's going on?
: (jealously) Yes, nothing starts. It's just that the husband suddenly returns from a business trip, and the wife, you know, is sitting all dressed up, in heels, listening to music, knitting, getting high. How should I react to all this? (Shouts) What's going on in my house?
YANA: (calmly) Hmm… so if the wife is sitting at home not as a chuvyrla, but as a woman, if she gets high, then she is already in fact to blame for something?
PHILIP: (jealous, shouting) Yes!
YANA: (angrily) Hmm.
PHILIP: (jealous, shouting) There are no happy wives! If the wife is happy, it means that there is some parasite that makes her happy behind her husband's back. (Shouts) Where is he?
Philip begins to rush around the apartment, looking for a lover. The wife sits quietly in a chair knitting, puts on an earpiece, continues to have fun.
Philip checks everything that is possible, approaches his wife, looking for a trick. My wife listens to music, doesn't respond to it.
Philip removes the headphones from his wife's head, bends down, and looks intently into her eyes.
YANA: (calmly) I'm listening to you carefully, Philip Georgievich!
PHILIPP: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around!
Yana looks at her husband quite calmly, making eyes at him.
PHILIPP: (shouts) You.... this… You know what? You don't give me that here… Because this isn't it!
JAN: (sarcastic tone) Here you are! PHILIP
: (shouts) Stop it! Stop clowning around! Yana! Yana stop! I demand satisfaction!
Yana nervously throws aside the ball, gets up from the chair.
YANA: (seriously, shouting) Who insulted you, caught you, or humiliated you? The soup is on the stove, not yet cold, as I knew, I started cooking late. In the freezer ice cream is your favorite, yesterday I took it, I thought you would come – you will be happy. True, I waited not today, but as promised, but what does this change? Everything is ready. The house is tidy, the wife is in place. Why are you bothering me? Set up an interrogation here. Shoes, dress? Well, I bought it today. I tried it on, but I haven't taken it off yet. Make-up, hairstyle for this case navayala, I wanted a little pokayfovat. Have fun, damn it! All the mood is ruined!
Yana sits back in the chair, arms folded and pouting.
PHILIPP: (calmly) Vooot. Now I believe you. Shouting, nervous, sulking… it's all right, I'm home.
Philip goes into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together contentedly.
PHILIPP: (speaking softly to the audience, as if to himself) The best defense is a good offense.
Philip winks at the audience and disappears behind the wall.
YANA: (with resentment) What a man…
shakes his head, takes off his fancy shoes, picks up the discarded ball, puts it on the chair, takes away the headphones and shoes.
They return to the room together.
Philip is already at home, nods contentedly, wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes the newspaper and sits down on a chair. Yana stands up, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband from under her brows.
YANA: (with resentment) HOW's the soup?
: (calmly, without looking up from the newspaper) Normally.
YANA: (sadly) Normally…
