He rises, trying to keep his balance.
Lida (to the viewer). Well okay… We met…, talked… It's time and honor to know.
Pulls up the rope, looks around, finds a tree, chooses a stronger twig. Aiming, trying to throw a rope on a branch so that it is tied or hooked. But she can't do anything. However, the girl is persistent in her attempts. After catching her breath and swearing exclusively with facial expressions, she continues her hard work again.
Grisha comes on stage. He's wearing a tuxedo. Dressed very well, expensive. Clean, shaved, but drooping himself. In one hand he has a "half cup" of lemonade, in the other – the same thick rope that drags along the stage behind him. Lida doesn't see him. He, in turn, does not see Lida.
The focus of the light shifts to Grisha. He carefully unscrews the bottle cap, takes a one-time cup out of his pocket, pours a drink there, drinks, puts the cup in his pocket, tightens the lid, puts the bottle on the ground /stage.
Grisha (to himself, tragically, thoughtfully). That's it, Grishka is missing… Remember your name.
He pulls the rope to himself in a doomed manner, immediately throws it on his hand with rings and purposefully turns to the tree, taking a few steps, at which Lida is still trying to do something.
Grisha freezes in a frenzy when he sees this picture. He is outraged.
Grisha (loudly, indignantly). Hey, citizen?
Lida turns around waddling in a kind of inadequacy.
Lida. Opanki… Healthy! Look at what a handsome man has drifted into such a thicket… listen, buddy, aren't you a rapist by any chance?
Grisha (indignantly). What? Me? Are you out of your mind? No, of course not!
Lida (upset). Damn it! And then it broke off.
Lida turns back to the tree and continues trying to throw a rope on the branch.
Grisha (restrained). Citizen, I'm sorry…
Lida (without turning around, upset, interrupts). Yes, go, go…, I've already forgiven. You're not the first one who doesn't live up to my hopes.
Grisha. Yes, I'm not about that! (Thinks how to say) I… you… This is my tree! I took it forward!
Lida turns to the man with interest.
Lida. Don't you understand?
Grisha. I see… you have an event planned here. Could you spend it somewhere else? I looked at this tree for myself yesterday!
Lida. What do you mean?
Grisha. Well, I also have an event planned here. You see, I have approached this issue thoroughly. I chose a place away from people, a taller tree, a stronger twig. In general, I decided on this tree yesterday. This is my tree! Find yourself something else, please, and let me hang on to this!