TWO PLAYS. MAIDEN FOREST. THE ADVENTURES OF YUMI. Maxim Titovets
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IDEN FOREST. THE ADVENTURES OF YUMI
Maxim Titovets
© Maxim Titovets, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-7803-3
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
MAXIM TITOVETS
TWO PLAYS
Cover by Andrey Klimak
The Maiden Forest
Maksim Titovets
The Maiden Forest
A play in two acts
Translated by Ekaterina Zudova
Dedicated to
Vasily Radchenko, Anastasia Semenova
«Envy is a time bomb. There is no such thing as unfortunate love since only lack of love can be unfortunate. You can’t be really happy unless you love and are loved in return». Maxim Titovets, 2019.
CHARACTERS
Fyodor Kolosov, 57
Artyom Kolosov (Jacket), his stepson, 29
Alexey Khromov, 55
Veniamin (Venya) Frostin, 54
Tatyana Yaseneva, pediatrician, 34
Ignatych, retired Kolosov’s neighbor
Chopper, unknown age
Ivan Rybin (Moray), Artyom’s former classmate, 30
Slav, 30—35
Natalia, about 27
Khlora, 23
Local police officer, hunters, and others
The action takes place in Russia.
ACT I
Scene 1
June. Pentecost.
Early morning. Fyodor Kolosov’s summer cottage in the Maiden Forest settlement.
In the center of the stage is an open-air summer terrace with a wooden table, a bench, and several chairs. The front lawn is covered in grass. There is a flowerbed. On the left, there is an old apple tree and high fence with a gate, the exit into the street. Fyodor’s two-story house is on the right. A paved path runs from the porch. A carved wooden signpost stands near the path featuring the following signs: «Banya – 12 meters», «Water well – 15 meters», «New York – 8,321 km», «Tokyo – 6,132 km». A birch grove can be seen in the background.
Tatyana leaves Fyodor’s house. She comes up to the gate, turns around, and looks at the house, tidying up her hair. Fyodor opens a window on the first floor. Tatyana waves at him and leaves through the gate.
Fyodor leaves the window wings a little ajar and goes out on the porch. He is bare-chested and strongly built. He comes up to the washstand near the gazebo, humming an unsophisticated melody, washes his face and hands, grunts loudly. Then he takes a towel off the hook and wipes his face, chest, shoulders, and back. He puts the towel back. He does some morning exercises as he is going back inside.
Venya and Alexey walk up to the gate. Venya wears a trendy T-shirt with a print, a lightweight jacket, and jeans. A small bright backpack is slung over his one shoulder. Alexey is dressed in a decent-looking summer suit, with a hat on his head. He carries a small traveling bag.
Venya. He put up a new fence. How can I even get it open? [He keeps charging at the gate but cannot open it.] Alexey, give me a hand!
Alexey. Hang tight, Veniamin. [He gently pulls the gate open and lets Venya inside.]
Venya. Mer-see boh-koo, mon amee.
Alexey. Move it, Frenchman. I’m famished.
Venya. There, what did I tell you? We should have taken some sandwiches with us!
Alexey. So why haven’t you?
Venya. I didn’t feel like bothering with it. [He gets an apple out of his backpack and a penknife from his pocket, cuts the apple in two, pockets the knife again, and offers half an apple to Alexey.] Help yourself.
Alexey. Meat is what I want.
Venya. Fyodor must be cooking breakfast for us. [He takes out a mobile phone and presses the call button.] Hi, mom. We are here. Yes, everything is as planned. Love you.
Alexey. Lizaveta Nikitichna must be worried about her sonny Venya.
Venya. Oh, come on, give it a rest. She asked me to phone her when we arrive.
Alexey. And why did we have to come here so early in the first place?
Venya. The early bird gets the worm.
Alexey. But it’s the second mouse who gets the cheese.
They approach the front door. Venya is munching on his apple. He tries to get inside but Alexey holds him back.
Venya. What’s up?
Alexey. Let’s knock on the window first.
Venya. Why bother?
Alexey. What if he is with a woman?
Venya. My foot!
Alexey. Just to be on the safe side, Venya.
Venya. Our Fyodor lives a hermit monk’s life.
Alexey. [Giving Venya a shove and forcing him downstairs.] «Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk’st of nothing…»
Venya comes down from the porch, steps up to the window, and taps on the glass with his knuckles.
Venya. Anybody home?
Fyodor opens the front door and goes out on the porch. He is dressed in a striped vest and holds an electric shaver in his hand.
Fyodor. What’s up with you, fellas? The door is open.
Alexey. Hi there, Fyodor.
Fyodor. Alexey, what’s new? [They hug.]
Venya. Ah, we knocked just to be on the safe side. What if you are with a lady? [He sneaks a glance over Fyodor’s shoulder, trying to see if someone else is inside.]
Fyodor. A lady from Haiti! Fiction-mongers. [He puts the shaver away.]
Venya. Feeling funny in the morning.
Alexey. You’re just hungry, I guess.
Venya. We had a three mile foot-slog. Je ne mange pas six jours!
Fyodor [To Alexey.] Where is your driver?
Alexey. I gave him a day off. This proletarian had an urge to get here today by a suburban train.
Venya. You should be a man of the people, Mister Former Deputy.
Alexey. Eat your heart out, Comrade Former Komsomol Leader. Your time is over.
Venya. Mon tam viend-rah!
Alexey. I doubt even a French teacher can help him.
Fyodor.