VIKA: Mom, I'm sick. What a workout…
JULIA: are you Sick? It's going to be a doctor to tell me how you get sick and you can't fool me, I already on this rake many times to come. Means as Tuesday and Thursday, then you immediately you get sick, and that characteristically, disease suddenly falls on you in akkurat for several hours until choreography.
Vika sulks, is silent.
JULIA: So what? Are you still sick or are we going to practice? Or we go first to the doctor, and only then after exposure to training?
VIKA (genuinely indignant): I think you suspect me of something.
JULIA (playing along): What are you, daughter, how could you think this about me… I firmly believe that in life there are such that coincidence. At least, no one ever has, and you have.
VIKA: I don't know what's going on. That's just like training, so this ache attacks. Directly twists all (shows how twists), shivers, turns out. Throat itching, nose squelching in the ear shoots in the knee crunches, side aches.
JULIA: and the head?
VIKA: it Hurts!
JULIA: AND here here (shows), under the ankle?
VIKA: it Hurts!
JULIA: Left hand (raises left hand)?
VIKA: Hanging like a whip (shows)!
JULIA: Well, of course the priest hurts…
My daughter thinks…
VIKA: Popa? No, there's nothing wrong with the bottom, it doesn't hurt.
JULIA (in all seriousness): does it hurt? You sure?
VIKA: Absolutely!
JULIA: So, now it will hurt!
He begins to whip his daughter's purse on the soft spot.
They run around the stage, Vika tries to Dodge, screams, her mother catches up with her, completing her aiming at the target.
The door of the office opens, a stern doctor in a medical gown looks out.
The DOCTOR (in a rough indignant voice): can you be Quiet? People work here! I can't hear what's going on in a man's lungs because of you! I can't even hear your breath, so scream.