Makar gets up from the bench, looks sadly in the direction from which he came and leaves the stage in the other direction.
***
From the same side from which Makar came out, his wife Nina comes out.
Her mood is clearly not optimistic. She is wearing a housecoat, a bun of hair is gathered on her head in a not very attractive way, galoshes are on her feet, and a small floor Mat is in her hand.
Nina goes to the middle, looks around, and after a short visual search turns to the viewer.
NINA (to the viewer): have you seen mine?
Withstands a very slight pause, after which he begins to shake the rug and complain about life.
NINA (annoyed): he's Gone somewhere, damn it. And I haven't told him everything yet. Oh, it's boiling in me, Oh, it's boiling…
He stops clapping the Mat, looks around once again, notices the same "victim" in the hall in the first rows, which Makar was looking at carefully. He comes closer, takes a closer look. He also looks at her ambiguously and with undisguised surprise.
He goes to the bench, blows on it, wipes it with his hand, sits down, puts the rug next to it, puts one foot on the other.
NINA (annoyed): Ah, Makar, God gave me such a … beautiful person. Where have I sinned so … Where?
He covers his face with his hand and shakes his head.
NINA (annoyed): After all, he was quite a normal person. Well … weird, of course, not without it, but … it wasn't as critical as it is now.
Nina sits in a sad reverie, but suddenly begins to smile and laugh.
NINA (fervently): Makar this one. I remembered something about how I met him. I'm on the bus, I'm looking out the window, I'm not touching anyone, and then someone said something, I was distracted-look. Is this one worth it… my hero today. And such a huge pimple on his nose pressed flaunts. Much just as bright in the crowd. Then he looked at me and I turned away. And the laughter itself parses. He was so unsightly, he looked like a baby bird, shaggy, thin, his little eyes only running around in fright. And that pimple. It is he now, my Makarushka, let as they say, the earth will be down to him, he has eaten away, so nothing, he has become like a man. Went out, fed. And then in General the cub is unreasonable. I look at him again – and he looks at me again. And I'm laughing. I sit and think, God forbid anyone such a guy. It should be the same as above it nature is perverted. Well, I looked, and forgot. She went off into her own thoughts. And then I got off the bus, and this unsightly one got caught behind mine, as it turned out. And the voice is so nasty.