Olchik (with a hit-and-run). What is right? Have you ever given birth? You know what toxicosis is, what it is – don't pick it up, don't run around here, take care here. What is only a spoiled figure worth! Yes, this alone outweighs the scales in favor of the injustice of the balance of birth and death, not to mention everything else.
Semchik (calmly, judiciously). In an ideal, or even just in a conscious society – yes! Of course, your truth is 200%. But this is not our case. Unfortunately, Olcha, our world systematically and tirelessly generates ignorance. How much dirt, rot, meanness in the hearts of people. Not everyone, of course, has a minority, but, alas, an active minority! Now imagine what the world would become if these active ignorant minorities were as tenacious as the same cats. Murderers, rapists, robbers, swindlers… Continue?
Olchik jumps up from his chair. She is practically shaking with indignation and indignation, but there is nothing to oppose Semchik's iron argument, and this angers even more.
Olchik (nervously, with a psycho). What did you do?
Semchik (taken aback). What?
Olchik (nervously, with a psycho). Did you just prove me wrong?
Semchik shrugs his shoulders in confusion.
Olchik (nervously, with a psycho). You could have just kept silent, like all normal men, no, you had to trample me into the dirt, show the breadth of your perception and my worthlessness, respectively! And you did it brilliantly! Burn you in hell for this, you brute! I hate you!
Olchik quickly leaves, nervously waving his arms and stamping his feet.
Semchik throws up his hands in misunderstanding of what he said. Silently, he moves his lips, thinks something about himself.
He addresses the audience, also with a psycho, jumping up from his chair.
Semchik (nervously, to the viewer). What kind of creatures are women anyway? You are silent – bad! If you open your mouth, you get even worse. Praising means flattering, scolding means you are biased. Yes, what you won't say, or what you won't keep silent about, what you won't do – you'll screw up anyway! How, tell me, do I even communicate with these pretentious creatures?
Semchik goes to the table, nervously grabs something there, shoves it into his mouth, chews… Gradually an interesting thought comes to his mind, he calms down.