Killer\Foulkner. Пьесы для Англии - стр. 3
OKSANA. Me? With him? What the fuck for?
SEKA. Yeah. Bus trips forty roubles, I checked. Enough there for two return tickets.
OKSANA. Seka, are you fucking nuts?
SEKA. Any other questions, darling?
ANDREW. If I remember, Oksana got thrown out last semester, so she’s only in the dorm with Seka’s permission cos he’s bribed the super. So if she steps out of line, it’s back to the village and she’ll die of boredom. Or maybe marry some fucking mechanic and see how that turns out.
SEKA. Get me the money by tomorrow.
OKSANA. Seka said to get the money by tomorrow. Then he left. Bastard. And this guy’s just staring at me. Aren’t I the lucky one? Bastard. Bastards. Fucking freak. Go and die in a fucking hole.
ANDREW. Come on. Calm down. I’ve got it worse than you..
OKSANA. Calm down? Calm fucking down? Are you fucking crazy? You touch me, I’ll tell Seka. Fucking idiot.
ANDREW. And she started crying. Sitting there sobbing while I got my stuff together.
OKSANA. He walks around the room, packing up his shit, and I think the main thing is not to cry in front of him-
ANDREW. Then off we go down the hall. All the girl’s heads poking out of the doorways, no fucking clue what was up.
OKSANA. If he thinks I’m a whore, he’s in for a fucking surprise.
2. Bus
ANDREW. At the bus station, I had an idea.
OKSANA. He says to me, you stand here, have a smoke. I’ll go in and get the tickets. The desk’s crowded. Me – I’m just standing there smoking and thinking about what a son of a bitch Seka is. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. I could work for the exams, pass them, get a grant. There’s loads of people doing that. They come and live in the dorm and get expelled, but they carry on living there for years and nothing happens. It’s easier for guys, of course. They just move to the girls’ floor, pick a girl, and stick around. But it’s harder for a girl to get taken in. The fucking pigeons have it alright. They just hang out here. No worries about grants or rooms, and every day’s a holiday.
ANDREW. I got the tickets and came back out. She’s standing there staring at the pigeons.
OKSANA. We’re getting on the bus and I just have this feeling. Like I’m going home. I hate the countryside. The dances. And the guys are all village idiots. Cultural life – basically drinking and fighting. Not that I go to the theatre here I guess. And not that Seka ever takes me to the movies.
ANDREW. So we’re on the bus, and I think, well I should at least say something.
OKSANA. And now he turns to me with his puppy-dog face and says.