Lera turns her gaze back to all the viewers, unaddressed.
Lera (heartfelt, trembling, to the viewer). Comrades, do not show indifference and indifference. Surely there is some kind of peasant among your acquaintances. Maybe someone's got it lying around?
He turns to someone from the audience, to girls and women.
Lera (pityingly, to the viewer). Have you got any? No? And this one sitting next to you is not yours? (To everyone) Comrades, whose man? Ah, yours after all. Understood. So, okay…
it goes on.
Lera (pityingly, to the viewer). By Christ – God, I ask you to help me, who can do what! Very necessary! I'm not asking for myself, nor for self-interest, but for my mother! Got me, the old one. He says I'm going to die, so I won't understand my grandchildren. Find someone! Even crooked, even oblique, even short, to hell with it, it is possible with some minor defect. If only everything worked there for him… To make sense! (Shows clenched fist).
Passes, looks after, asks softly, searches, does not find.
Lera (distressed, to the viewer). But what is it? Such a day. Everything started fine and those times. You won't find a free man in the daytime with fire. Comrades! Brothers! Eh? What should I do? How can I justify myself to my mother?