Пьесы для театра - стр. 17

Greta. Yumi, my boy. You scared me so much.

Yumi. Mommy, I’m sorry.

Greta. You left our housing and ran into danger.

Yumi. But Pirate could have killed the kitten!

Greta. These wrangles have nothing to do with you. Let’s go home. (She heads for the dugout.)

Yumi. One should not leave the weak to their fate!

Greta. Oh, Yumi. You are just like your father when he was young.

Yumi. My father? When he was young?

Greta. Time spares no one… Yumi, keep up.

Yumi. My father, what was he like?

Greta. Don’t ask me about it.

Yumi. Mom, please do tell!

Titmouse. Your father was the strongest and the bravest dog in the whole neighborhood.

Yumi. Oh really?

Titmouse. He was a police dog and fought with the cat burglar gang.

Yumi. Fought with the cat burglar gang?

Titmouse. Yes. And then somebody shot your father with a gun.

Yumi. With a gun?

Titmouse. Exactly, I saw it with my own eyes when they were taking him to the hospital.

Yumi. Aunt Titmouse, and where is my father now?

Titmouse. Half a year ago he was pensioned off on health grounds…

Greta. Off you go! Don’t mess with the boy’s head. (She shoos the titmouse away.)

Titmouse. You are one to talk. You are one to talk… (She flies away.) Thunder! Your father’s name was Thunder!

Yumi. Thunder. Mom! My father’s name was Thunder.

Greta. Don’t listen to this old twister, son. Your father disappeared.

Yumi. Disappeared?

Greta. Vanished into thin air.

Yumi. Vanished?

Greta. Had abandoned his family a month before you were born.

Yumi. Abandoned? My father? No, he couldn’t do that.

Greta. Titmouse. Old scandalmonger. If I ever get a hold of you.

Yumi. My father is a real hero! I wish I could meet him.

Yumi and Greta get into their dugout house.

Scene 2.

Morning. The same wasteland. Light snow is falling.

Yumi, Greta.

Greta. What have I just said, Yumi?

Yumi. Yes, I know, mom, I know.

Greta. Repeat it please!

Yumi. The first rule: never go far from our home.

Greta. In case of any danger run right hereinto. What’s next?

Yumi. The second rule: don’t go to the gully, since Pirate, the evil dog, lives there.

Greta. Watch out for him, son! What else?

Yumi. Look, I’ve come by some berries. (He shows Greta a bunch of frozen red berries.)

Greta. What is the third rule?

Yumi. The third rule: never trust people.

Greta. Especially those, who try to treat you to something nice and yummy.

Yumi. Yummy?

Greta. It’s a trap, Yumi!

Yumi. Yes, I know, I know. Let’s eat finally. Here you are, take it.

Yumi splits off a twiglet with red berries from the bunch and gives it to Greta. Then he throws the rest of the berries into his mouth and starts chewing them actively. Greta watches him carefully.

Yumi. (Stops chewing, screws up his face and spits.) Yuk, how disgusting! Mom, they are so bitter…

Greta. My little silly boy. These berries are called viburnum.

Yumi. Ugh… gross.

Greta. Here, have some of this. (She gives Yumi a piece of frozen bread.)

Yumi. Bread!

Greta. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get anything else in the town.

Yumi gulps down his whole piece so that there is not a mite left.

Yumi. Mmm… so tasty. But not enough.

Pause.

Yumi. And here we go again.

Greta. What happened, son?

Yumi. I’ve eaten everything.

Greta. Well done.

Yumi. I forgot to share it with you!

Greta. Nevermind, darling. You need to eat well in order to be strong.