Dasha is shaking. She barely restrains herself so as not to jerk like an over-boiled kettle. She growls, moans, tears and throws. Will tear up everyone and everyone now.
Tolik leaves.
Dasha is trying to control herself.
Tolik returns from the kitchen. He carries a saucer in his hand, on which there are only a few pieces of cake.
Tolik (deliberately guilty, with a guilty head). Here.
Tolik defiantly pushes the saucer with the cake forward, guiltily misses his gaze and head.
Dasha (confused, in mixed feelings). What is it? I mean, here? What are you putting a cake under my nose here? (Strictly, defiantly) Where is your Anechka?
Tolik (barely restraining victorious laughter). Here it is…
Tolik giggles and points to the pieces of cake he has brought.
Dasha (confused, in mixed feelings, nervous). What do you mean?
Tolik (barely restraining victorious laughter). The cake is called "Anechka". I baked it for you, but I didn't wait, I ate almost all of it myself.
Tolik begins to laugh openly, seeing his wife's reaction.
Dasha understands what's what, puts her hands on God, rounds her eyes and with strength and emotion gives her husband her soaked nerves and everything she has just experienced.
Dasha (as emotionally as possible, brightly loud). Su.....
Here you need a loud beeping!!!
We do not let Dasha finish her capacious word publicly, even though she completes it.
The husband blooms and smells. The joke was a success, he achieved his goal.
Dasha grabs this plate, and smears it with all her heart in Tolik's face, with great diligence smearing the remains of the cake into his shining radiant smile.
Tolik's mood is changing. He's not having fun anymore. He is silent, trying to dig out of his nose, eyes, and, well, from where the remains of the cake may be there.
Dasha freaks out, starts rushing around the room, collecting things.
Dasha (as emotionally as possible, brightly loudly). Noooo! It's impossible. You can't live like this anymore. I put up with this weirdo as long as I could, but, my dear little joker. (With decent gestures) Would you go with your jokes to…
Zapikivaem!
Dasha (as emotionally as possible, brightly loudly). In....
We kick!
Dasha (as emotionally as possible, brightly loudly). And to E....
Zapikivaem!
Dasha (as emotionally as possible, brightly loudly). … mothers!!!