A play for 3,4,5 or 6 people. Looking for a husband for a wife! Comedy. Nikolay Lakutin

myself and I will correspond on my own behalf. I undertake all administrative activities on this issue. I will explain everything to potential suitors myself and explain it in the most loyal way. Who will merge – he will merge, but someone, perhaps, will come? Let's try, what do we lose? Well, come on, pose …

      Galya is in turmoil for a while, then decides and begins to pose effectively, Vovchik takes pictures, he is passionate, he is literally captured by this idea. He is happy with the pictures he gets. Makes about a dozen frames.

      Vovchik (enthusiastically, positively, looking at the resulting photos on his smartphone). Here! Woooooooooo! That's it, that's it! Well, that's it… Consider it a done deal. Then let's finish cleaning, and I won't waste time and will start performing a difficult, but, I think, quite feasible task!

      Vovchik runs away satisfied. Galya continues cleaning, shaking her head skeptically.

      Galya (to the viewer). Cheered up somehow. Perked up straight. I found an excuse to dump my wife. These are the guys. No, to try to solve the problem, where is there. It's easier to shift it to someone else. And that's the whole point of my hubby. He ran… Well, well… Let him try to find at least someone… He thinks it's so simple. It would be easy – she would have found someone for herself a long time ago. And here we already have what we are glad to have. How are you happy? Glad is a big word… eh… okay, as they say, it will be tolerated – it will be loved… someday.

      A happy and cheerful Vovchik runs in, carries a printout in his hand with a photo and a description of the man.

      Vovchik (pleased with himself, positive). Well! On the hunter and the beast runs. Look what a handsome guy you fished out. I just posted it, right away – once! The offer has been received. Well, I outlined it to him in a nutshell, he seemed to agree. His name is Sergey, he will be here soon.

      Galya (nervously, confused). What? What do you mean? How?

      Vovchik (pleased with himself, positive). And that's it. That's it, run, dress up prettier, and I'll finish here myself. We are waiting for guests!

      Vovchik pushes his wife, cheers and escorts her out, finishes cleaning himself positively and joyfully, brings the finishing touches to mind.

      ZTM.

      2 Home, sweet home. Sergei

      The room is tidy, cozy, dim lighting, but there is no one. The doorbell rings.

      Vovchik (only the voice from behind the scenes). Now-now!

      Vovchik pushes Galya into the room, who resists, does not really want to go. She doesn't know how to behave, what to do, what to say. She wasn't expecting it at all. She is not ready emotionally, although she looks quite attractive outwardly, even now down the aisle.

      Galya is trying to somehow whisper something in defense of her arguments against this event, but Vovchik is determined.

      The doorbell rings again.

      Vovchik (cheerfully). Now-now!

      Vovchik sits his wife on the sofa, runs to the door, opens it.

      Sergei flies into the room. He is young, bold, has plenty of energy, assertiveness and arrogance too. Sergey on the move throws off the Olympic shirt under which there is no T-shirt. He cheers up the situation, looking at Vovchik and Galya.

      Sergey (cheerfully, energetically). So… so… Good, good, fine. Well, sir! I have only an hour of free time, a maximum of one and a half. Why are you like frozen? Let's get down to business!