Пьесы для театра

My little dreamer.

Yumi. And you will be happy, mommy.

Greta. I am happy now, darling.

Yumi. Are you happy, mom? Here, on the wasteland?

Greta. Yes, Yumi. I am happy because you are here with me. And nothing can stop me from loving you.

Yumi. We will have our own home for sure. A real home!

Greta. Today is Christmas Eve. May all your dreams come true, son.

Yumi. What is Christmas Eve?

Greta. It is time when you can make wishes.

Yumi. Will my wishes be fulfilled?

Greta. If you really want it.

With your whole heart. You will do just fine. Believe in your success and keep moving towards your desirable goal.

Yumi. First, wish for something with my whole heart. Second, believe in my success and keep moving towards my goal. That’s it!

Greta. I need some rest now. I’m going to head for the town again in the evening to find at least some food.

Yumi. I’m so hungry, my tummy is rumbling.

Greta. Be patient, Yumi. And never go far from our home!

Yumi. Alright, mommy.

I will guard your sleep.

Greta gets into the dugout. Yumi stays outside.

Scene 3.

Noon. Fair weather.

Karabasov and Khorkov come into the apartment block yard. They approach the fence near the wasteland. Yumi hides from them.

Khorkov. All set, mister Karabasov.

Karabasov. Keep a close watch on the girl.

Khorkov. It’s not the first time we pull off a job.

Karabasov. You answer for this with your life, Khorkov.

Khorkov. My lads work without a hitch.

Karabasov.

The key point here is not to let Malyshev smell a rat ahead of time.

Khorkov. We’ll put a good screw on him, so he’ll be putty in hands.

Karabasov. Are you sure that when we kidnap the mayor’s daughter, he will sign all the necessary papers and give away this land to us for building up? (He points to the wasteland.)

Khorkov. As if he had a choice. Malyshev thinks the world of his daughter.

Karabasov. I heard his wife died last winter.

Khorkov. Right. The girl lost her mother.

And now she is our only chance to make the mayor of the city work for the welfare of your construction company.

Karabasov. Khorkov. I need this land!

Khorkov. I’ll do everything, boss.

A group of people enter the yard: Malyshev, Nyuta, a local newspaper reporter, city representatives.

Malyshev. Okay, let me see, Karabasov. What do you have here?

Karabasov. Good afternoon, mister Mayor. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming.