Unreal fool. One-man play

Is on stage in the far corner, looking out indignantly, trying to remember something.

GABRIEL: Alyosha, the boy next door! One the only times participated in a poetry. On need went on dacha, a newspaper as usual, grabbed, Yes until sat, to address something after all nothing with which. Well, read here and there that, say, a lottery, cut out the coupon, send to this address. Well, he cut, sent, won the camera. True, no one uses them anymore, but it does not matter. It's important that you win. Immediately! You see? And I already, that only not has tried, and with Newspapers cut out and in kiosks tickets bought and on mails, and spat through left reduce leverage and seven times circled tickets around right-wing its feet (shows). I've already eaten so much junk while I was diluting my desires in champagne to the chimes! (he pauses)

I have a niece, fifteen years old. In lottery already, that only not won. Watch wrist! Phone – smartphone new-fangled! Laptop! (waving his hand) didn't win Anything… (laughs mockingly, but then adds seriously) She's my one consolation…

Passes in another part of the scene

GABRIEL: Or that Lenin, the neighbor's garage. Fool fool. Full, simply, talentless. Nothingness. My ex-boyfriend. Together homeless. Ah kaaaaak bum, as all, from payday until payday. Survived in General. And here on! The inheritance gets. In Kazakhstan, his uncle was a big man. He didn't know about it. Have moreover nor children no one. I left everything to this fool. So he, Lenin, has bought nineteen apartments. Nineteen! Well, if not a fool? He's a moron. (Pauses) But now rents them all gets something like three hundred something thousand monthly, or maybe more… Resigned from the factory. Why, of course. That's how I lost a partner, a drinking companion and a friend. Normal because people won like what a penny extra scolymia, so what is not a reason to drink! And this one had given up drinking! Well… And why do I need such a friend. Become Depraved Ilyich. In a word, he lost his human form.

He goes to the bed, sits on it, picks up the bottle from the floor, looks carefully at the label. Peers.

GAVRILA: AH..... Ugh, shit. So that's it. Alcohol-free grabbed from the shelf. That's what inattention does. I think it's nothing. Brrrr (shakes his head) and this fish is dried… (picks up the rest of the half-eaten fish from the newspaper, throws it back in disgust) it looks like it was a long-lived fish. ZHR+it is simply impossible. Little that figs bite off, so still and in it such sense of, that the entire where sea salt Russia. Brrrr (shakes his head) Oooh… (sighs, clasps his head, tugs at his hair)