Comic monologues for the stage. “Does this happen to you too?” - a comic school monologue-sketch. A humorous monologue of a woman about men “Fatal sexy is looking for a soul mate”

Granddaughter, go to court. You won't have time yet. Do you remember when you asked me to talk about love? I’ll tell you now. That’s right, sit down and don’t forget to pour some tea for yourself and for me. Where to start? At first? So that was the time - everyone around was shouting about the decline of morals and almost everyone took advantage of it (yes, nothing has changed). Girls and boys began to look for halves early and often looked for them by simple selection. Well, that's it, a preface. And now a saying. When I was thirteen, one, let’s say Teapot, appeared. He walked, sighed, dedicated poems to me, invited me to go somewhere with him, and I encouraged him (don’t tell dad that I’m teaching you ancient slang). Everyone around me said: “Masha, you’re a fool, it’s Teapot, he’s incredibly cool and generally a bastard!” But I didn’t care, I didn’t pay attention to him and he disappeared from my social circle. And somehow it was erased that he was that he was not there. Yes, it happens, a person is so uninteresting and unnecessary that he is immediately erased from memory. And then, then I was fifteen, I was a stupid laugher and was constantly flying. My young man was a real Giant. A giant with wheat hair, cunning eyes and a lot of tales (bad talk). But what do you understand at fifteen? I remember a bright and cold autumn, running towards him along the alley, he picks me up and spins and spins. We had a favorite tree there, we sat under it and he talked about what our wedding would be like, how to jump from a bridge so as not to break, and all sorts of other things. nonsense. One day the Giant called and said that we had to separate. You know, I felt relieved. You see, honey, I was very tired of him and his stories, stupid jokes and excessive narcissism, and he was not a person, but a delirium generator. We seemed to have a good time together, but it was tiring, somehow wrong. All that remains for me from that relationship is an increased craving for adventure and a love for Crematorium (this is such a rock band, look up what rock is on the Internet). Well, I already said it! There was no love there, we were just together for a while until we found out - it was a mistake. What next? Then I was mischievous, imagined myself to be wise and, to the best of my understanding, tried to help people. As I remember now, my hobby at that time, passing by the children caused a lot of delight and the song “The red-haired, freckled one killed grandfather with a shovel,” he walked and smiled at them through his feigned gloominess. The three of us often sat on the roof - me, him and the guitar. Red didn’t know how to speak properly, he was practically not interested in anything except music, he was a terribly jealous and difficult-to-get-up guy. It was with great difficulty that he tolerated my love disappearing somewhere, suddenly, to the ends of the earth. What do you mean you understand him?! Don't you dare judge grandma! And look at yourself, who do you think you are like? I was tired of his jealousy and eternal scandals, my disappearances and retaliatory hysterics got into his liver. So we parted... as friends. Jokes aside, we still sometimes meet and talk. We didn’t want to get used to each other, give up our habits and acquire new common ones, or forgive these same habits. Our love did not work out, but our friendship turned out to be good. One day your grandmother was bored. Imagine, I am familiar with this state. Can you imagine such a proper Metalhead? No? Google it. He was also bored and this was no worse or better reason to meet. It was great to wake up next to him, go make breakfast, try to understand the heavy weird music he admired. It was unusually warm to be with him. Metalljuga wanted to take care of this. The days passed simply and monotonously. We were missing something and despite the fact that it was good, it became completely boring and everything fell apart. Yes, granddaughter, sometimes when warmth and goodness are not enough, you need something more. While I was with this guy I learned to wait and be patient. I am still grateful to him for that warmth. Love? What kind of love? I don’t know, or rather I know it’s not there. She was watching for me ahead. Once again I was bored, and I had a toy, your grandmother walked and thought, should she change the toy or will it do as it is. I was walking down the street, and then I met Kettle, that same Kettle, all like, well, Kettle. And I realized what a fool I was at thirteen years old, when this same Kettle was at my feet. All this time I was looking for the Teapot. He came up to me, we started talking, then realized that we were in a hurry, and decided to go to the skating rink together the next day. We rode for a long time, laughed, fooled around. At some point he caught me and kissed me. The world collapsed, convulsed and died, unable to withstand my happiness. And I began to build a new world. Peace for me and Teapot. For two weeks I lived like in a fairy tale. I had my Kettle. The best, the most necessary. And then he called and said that we should break up. The world died a second time. I rushed to him to ask why. It turned out he found out about my toy, which I had forgotten about. I cursed my forgetfulness. And Teapot went into the army and left it up to me to decide whether to wait for him or continue playing. It was a year of terrible mourning. I was a living ghost of myself. I was waiting. He came back and became your grandfather. What do you mean we're both crazy? Remember, child, your grandparents are reckless. Did your dad tell you about our tricks? How are you still watching this?! By the way, we behave quite decently! Shame, granddaughter, I’m too old to butt heads with young people. Well, as a result, I don’t know what love is. They say that she can suddenly jump out and hit you on the head with a dusty bag, or she can gradually grow out of one fleeting glance, she can come and go, or maybe she’s not there. No, I don't like my Teapot. It’s just good to wake up with him, go on adventures, quarrel and even get bored. Now pour grandma some more tea and run about your business, granddaughter.

Over morning cocoa, I spontaneously came up with a comic school monologue from the series “Do you do this too?” I had to go write it down))

Honestly, these memes “and you too...?” from the very beginning they caused bewilderment, and then slight irritation. Because I love constructiveness and development, but here I see a swamp and a dead end (yes, I also love cocoa, so what? Are we brothers now? Thanks, no need)

And so the text at first turned out to be cool, but very sarcastic. I read it, laughed, threw it away, wrote it again - softly, calmly, kindly.

How does he seem to you? Read carefully)

Comic school monologue-sketch

“Does this happen to you too?”

You sit in your room, don’t bother anyone, carefully pretend that you are writing your homework. In fact, of course, you think about how NOT to do it without consequences. And it seems like I’ve almost come up with it, but I haven’t fully formed the idea yet...

And here you are! The door swings open and mom rushes in with a rag. Quickly wipes dust off the table:

... And she rushed off to her brother’s room... Judging by his heart-rending scream, she also wiped something there...

That's it - the thought is lost, the mood to do homework is completely gone. True, he was not there anyway, but here he just completely disappeared.

And in the dust on the table, by the way, is Yegor’s nickname in “Tanchiki” (replace with something more suitable ) was recorded. And now the dust has been wiped off, who will I play with?

And the window? In September my diary was blown into it. That's good, I didn't mind then. But in the following days, why open? Or is mom waiting for it to blow back?... Although... Maybe we can somehow try to get the electronic diary carried away by the draft?

Does this happen to you too?

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Or here's another situation!

You sit in class, don’t bother anyone, carefully pretend that you are studying Newton’s 3rd law. But in fact, you are painfully deciding what to do first - add a mustache and beard to his portrait in the textbook or color his hair. But the fact that he is already gray-haired at 40 years old is not the point!

And then suddenly, out of the blue, right in the midst of heavy thoughts, the teacher calls you to the board, can you imagine? And this very 3rd law of the half-drawn Newton asks! The question is - why do this?

The law is not learned, Newton is not painted, I am generally at a loss... What will my parents wear when they find out, I’m just keeping quiet about this!

Does this happen to you too?

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You go home so sad after school and are consoled by the only thought - tomorrow is a day off, you don’t have to pretend to sleep, but actually sleep until lunch.

But what do you think? In the morning at 7 o’clock a kind father comes in and cheerfully says:

I stood up with my eyes closed, found by touch the charger from my phone, from my laptop, from... ( something else ). I bring them to dad and ask:

Which one should you do?

Dad laughed:

Okay, comedian, the joke is over, go to sleep already.

What kind of sleep is it like when we lie and toss around: I’m in the bed, there’s a thought in my head. More precisely, the question is:

What exactly is wrong with these chargers? And why do they need to be done early in the morning on a day off?

Does this happen to you too?

Okay, I'll go - my Newton is unpainted and the charging hasn't been done.

Yes, and you need to dust the table, otherwise where else can you write down important information, right?

Bow, applause, curtain.

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How to stage this schoolboy monologue?

Options:

• Exactly - the text is read by a young man with good diction, who knows how to change voices/intonations and speak expressively (and we already know one such young man. Watch the video with him immediately below the article)
• In the form of a silent skit - one student reads, and other children nearby, without words, depict actions (they dramatize the words of the speaker)
• Like an ordinary skit, but with the author’s text - the child “actors” pronounce their words during the play, and a little to the side someone else reads the text from the Author.

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With the wish to our dear Readers not only to take, but also to give something in return,

Your Evelina Shesternenko,

Holiday Encore website.

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My monologue “Does this happen to you too?” read by Daniil Kolotvinov. Applause, ladies and gentlemen))

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Sergey KONDRATIEV
Sober husband
(female monologue in character)

My husband has completely swayed me with his drunkenness! After all, this is impossible - he drinks everything that burns. I saved half a bottle of French perfume for ten years - I blew it out to help with my hangover. Then for half a day I was indignant: how can the French drink such crap in the morning! I poke him in the face with my makeup bag and shout: “You should have bitten your lipstick, Herod.” He says: “What do you think - I had a snack. The filling of this Snickers is delicious, but the chocolate itself is painfully hard.”

Oh! I stopped letting him into the apartment drunk. So he spent a couple of nights on a rug in the entrance and asked to go home. “And then,” he says, “in the mornings, dog owners take their poodles out into the yard for a walk, but they don’t have the patience to go to the yard, and they mistake me for the lawn.”

Well, he started coming home like a piece of glass. And after half an hour, you see, he no longer knits the bast. And you search him all over, like in the Gestapo, and make sure that you didn’t bring anything alcohol with you, but it turns out that he managed to pour vodka into this... well, you know, like an inflatable rubber ball, and put it under the back of his pants. I would never have known if he had once plopped down on a nail in a stool. I didn’t have time to look back - I licked the entire stool, and at the same time wiped it with my tongue in the corridor.

Where did he hide this vodka from me? In a drain, in an aquarium, in a wall clock with a cuckoo... There, someone's cuckoo spilled - and as a result, the cuckoo began to hiccup. He jumps out every hour and shouts: “Ku-ku-Ik-ku!” I shout: “What have you done, you bastard, to the poor bird?” he says: “Why, even a check is enough for a cuckoo.”

And then - I won’t lie, I didn’t see it myself - but he, apparently, spilled a bottle somewhere on TV. Because that evening Dorenko cursed so much, cursed so much - a sober person would never allow himself to do this!

Oh, what have I done with mine! Instead of vodka, she poured kerosene into the bottle - this only healed his ulcer.

She took me to see the old healer. She’s a very ancient old woman, she doesn’t live that long, she’s already overgrown with moss from old age. “Now, now,” he says, “I’ll drop some drugs on you, my dear, and you’ll never forget about the booze.” And he lapped up the potion and went to kiss his grandmother. I forcibly beat him away from her with my grandmother’s stick, and she, satisfied, smacked her lips and shouted after him: “Apparently, one rage didn’t work, you’re a beauty, bring me to Me more, more quickly - we’ll repeat the procedure!”

Then they sewed a “torpedo” into him. So somewhere in the market he managed to pull it out and exchanged it for a bottle for some Chukchi - he managed to persuade the Chukchi that this “torpedo” would be good for killing seals.

In general, I tried everything in the world, and then he suddenly stopped drinking. How did it happen? I decided to put on a cucumber anti-wrinkle mask for myself. You take the peel of fresh cucumbers, Moment glue, mix it, coat your whole body and wait for it to dry. And if it dries up, you scrape all this rubbish off with a nail file. Where there were no wrinkles, they won’t be there, and where there were, they are now not noticeable under the glue with the peel. A good way - my neighbor suggested it to me; she invented it herself. He says: “Try, maybe you’ll succeed.”

Well, I decided to try it. On Sunday I got up early, covered all of myself - as far as I could reach with my hands - with peel and glue, walked around the apartment, waiting for it to dry. And mine woke up with a hangover to drink some water, saw me in the twilight, and screamed: “You’re lying, you won’t kill me, there are many of us at every kilometer!” Eaglet, little eagle, winged comrade!.. A lot,” he shouts, “I’ve seen green devils while drunk, but I couldn’t even imagine such a terrible thing!”

“Calm down,” I say, “you fool, it’s me, your legitimate wife!” “No,” he shouts, “you can’t deceive me, swamp kikimora!” I’ve always been a legitimate person!” I say: “What do you think, am I not a person?” He says: “If you’re a human, let me get a hangover!”

Well, I gave it to him! Get over your hangover! All the medicine that was left from the healer-kisser - the entire three-liter jar was put out to him. He blew it out in one gulp. Then I spent the whole day hugging my earthenware friend. But after that, everything came to a sudden: I stopped drinking. He doesn’t drink for an hour, he doesn’t drink for another hour... And how many months have passed, and he is no, no: not on New Year’s, not on his birthday, not on his professional holiday - Day of the Door Upholsterer Made from the Customer’s Material.

And most importantly, as soon as the guy was replaced! The next day I was walking home from work and saw him meeting me at the bus stop. “Give me,” he says, “I’ll help you carry your bags.” Well, I think I've lost my mind. I have two pounds of potatoes in this bag, but he never lifted more than two hundred grams in his life.

Well, I'm on good terms with him. “Give me your bags,” I say, “there are people all around, shame on you!” Look around - all people are like people, there’s one, even though he’s drunk, but he doesn’t disgrace his wife: she’s dragging the washing machine on herself, and he’s doing nothing but holding on to the hose.”

No, on the one hand, it is, of course, good when the husband does not drink. If, for example, she goes to the store, then she will bring what she sent for. Previously, whatever you sent for, passers-by would bring it.

Or, I remember, I sent him to the dry cleaner to pick up my blouse, made sure that he didn’t have a penny of money with him, and he came back - he couldn’t be drunker! “What did you drink for?” - I ask. He says: “While the receptionist was getting the wrapping paper, I wiped my shoes on your clean blouse. The receptionist offered to send it for re-cleaning, and I asked her to give me a stain remover instead.”

But there are so many problems with him now! He needs to cook. Previously, I remember, instead of dinner, he would drink water from the tap and smoke his “Amanita Channel”. He called this smoking water “chicken broth.”

And then he says something else: “What kind of oil is that on your windowsill - herring oil, or what? I eat the third sandwich, but it still tastes like turpentine. How I looked! Yes, this is laundry soap.

Or he came in the morning and went to the kitchen. I looked in and the five-liter tank on the stove was empty. But I put the laundry in that tank to boil. “The soup,” he says, “is delicious, but the dumplings are hard.”

Again, now you have to be jealous of him: when he’s sober, just look, someone will covet him. Although he’s not very curvy: about fifty meters with a skullcap. He has a special skullcap - it adds thirty centimeters to his height.

But now I’ve become well-read! He stopped drinking but won’t part with his book. I finished reading it a year and a half before the title page. Apparently, it’s a complex work - it’s called: “The Little Humpbacked Horse and His Comrades.” Author: Korzhakov.

Helps around the house - the nail in the stool on which he once plopped down has finally been hammered. Well scored that way -. with one hit. The neighbors downstairs, however, had their chandelier collapsed. I decided to show my father's concern. He came home after midnight and said: “I wanted to pick up the child from kindergarten. He sat until closing time until he remembered that he had been drafted into the army.”

So you look at him sober and you immediately remember our youth with him. How we met, how we went on dates... A week before the wedding, he tore off the entire flowerbed in the front garden in front of the house at night, so that I would wake up and see a bouquet on the windowsill in the morning. And before that, my mother and I took care of this flowerbed for two months...

Even now, when he stopped drinking, he became caring. On March 8th, I polished my suede shoes with shoe polish. I ironed the tights with a hot iron. They have now become openwork.

Well, God be with them, with tights. With the money that he now saves on vodka, these tights can be bought - from Paris to Nakhodka. But now there is peace and quiet in the house. He can’t even watch drunkenness on TV: as soon as someone starts drinking in the movies, he immediately remembers the green devils. So I am forever grateful to my neighbor for her anti-wrinkle mask: after my husband stopped drinking, all my wrinkles disappeared on their own.

This is what I wish for all of you, dear women, from the bottom of my heart!

Monument

I bought a “new Russian” plot of land. The mansion was torn down, a park was laid out, there was a metal fence around it, benches, birch trees... I also decided to install my statue on a hill to make it even more chic. Bros says:

- Why: in the summer I’ll sit in the cold on a bench, and next to me - here I am, standing at full height under a birch tree. But where in our city can you order a statue?

And one of the brothers tell him:

“So there’s a granite workshop nearby.” That’s what it says: “Making monuments.”

And the “new Russian” - he doesn’t understand that the statue is being erected in the park, and the monument... That’s right - in the cemetery. He just wants to stick out at full height. He goes to the granite workshop, sees a granite worker working there, and immediately:

- Hey, Chaldean, can you make a full-length statue? Then measure me quickly - I still have time for disassembly!

The granite worker, who was accustomed to receiving orders exclusively from relatives of the deceased, nearly swallowed the ruler in amazement.

- Who else? I'm crying for money, so is it really a statue for someone else's uncle?

— This is the first time that a client has ordered a monument for me during his lifetime...

- Why should I wait until you die, or what?!

- No, please, please, let’s do it in the best possible way, especially since you’re in no hurry...

- Why is this not in a hurry? I’ll charge the boys, as soon as you do it, they’ll be sealed in tightly that same day.

- So we will fulfill the order in two weeks.

- So, in two weeks they will wall it up.

- Do you already have a place?

- Otherwise! Over the hill. Under the birch tree.

“By the way, we are not only a monument - we can also plant flowers for you on the plot,” the granite worker suggests, thinking that we are talking about a cemetery plot.

And the “new Russian” - he’s thinking about his suburban area, so he says:

- There is no need for flowers, it’s better to have cucumbers growing on the hill.

- You have a strange desire...

- Why is this strange? Whoever comes to visit me will have a snack at hand.

- Well, cucumbers, this is not our part, but we can organize garbage collection...

- What? I pay money for the protection of the “garbage” site, and you are going to clean it up!

- Well, okay, will you order an orchestra?

- Come on, the bros will start dancing and trample all the cucumbers on the hill.

—Have you decided where the monument will stand?

“Everything is thought out: here is a fence, here is a bench, and here are statues.” Next to the sauna.

- Didn't understand. Why do you need a sauna in such a place?

- I'll order the girls. Let them wash me. Under the shower. Every Friday.

- So, are they going to drag you from there to the shower every Friday?

- What should we do if it’s a hot summer?! That’s why I put a bench right under the mound: if you drink beer, it will be closer to going to the toilet.

- Who should go? After all, as soon as the monument is erected, everyone will disperse...

- Well, they'll go their separate ways. But I’ll stay!

“I didn’t understand something again: are you planning to go to the toilet from there?”

- Why should I burst there, or what? Or directly at the statue? How about a male? No, I’ll get up from under the mound, go to the toilet and back into the cold.

- On your own?

- How else? Why should I sit on the toilet for half a day? My body is healthy - I went and did what I needed to do and went back under the mound. Light up the barbecue grill.

- This means to celebrate for nine days...

- What about nine? And on other days, should I go hungry there? When you sit in the cold, you know what an appetite it awakens!

— Actually, our clients usually lie there.

- What are you talking about! Lying alone in the cold can cause you to catch a cold! Now, if some beauty there wants to be alone with me...

“Who would want to be alone with you in such a place?!”

- What are you talking about, I once persuaded someone while drunk in a telephone booth to have privacy. Then it turned out that I had a refrigerator in the kitchen.

A completely stunned granite worker accepted an order from a strange client, and when the monument was made, it was needed that same day - someone planted a bomb in the Mercedes of the “new Russian”. True, they didn’t plant cucumbers on the hill, but the brothers made so many wreaths that the granite worker couldn’t understand how the “new Russian” would get out from under them to the toilet?..

You have read a selection of funny stories by a modern humorist writer.
Smile, ladies and gentlemen!
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I bought a voice recorder. Give it to a friend for the New Year. So tiny, digital. And in the morning I was getting dressed, and it fell out of my trousers. And on the rug... he fucked. And I apparently accidentally put it under the bed - once! Tapcom. And he turns on the sound...

I stopped a white Opel here. Well, with a rod, you know, a stick for Management. The driver gets out, he’s tired, he’s on fumes, his eyes are red. “That’s it, I say, I’m off! Come on, go on foot." - “It’s not fair, let me blow into the tube, let’s see...” - “What...

I worked in the circus for 50 years, but I won’t work with you, Mr. Director! Write off such a horse! All! Enough! Here is my statement!.. Wait! Come in, Vera!.. Look at her teeth! Young girl! Vera, stop laughing, it’s not funny, they want to write you off!.. It’s okay...

They meet in the hallway of apartment 1. 1 Hello, hello, come in, come in, bro... Well, let's kiss. How many years, how many winters!.. And where is the wife? He promised to bring it! I’ve been married for 12 years, and you still haven’t introduced her to me!! Maybe you're single? 2 Meet...

(The dog is an absolute indifference. Smart and lazy. He doesn’t follow the border guard’s commands right away, reluctantly. He thinks out loud. The border guard doesn’t hear him. But the dog hears and understands everything. They go out together. The border guard is in front). -So... How are you? (sternly) Sit! (The dog slowly, like a master, sits down in...

I received a letter from my son, I don’t know what to think! He's in my army! First he writes that I should keep an eye on Yulka, his fiancee... Why should I keep an eye on him? Yulka has charisma - it’s creepy! And so economic. Holding piglets. I already...

My mother-in-law and I were stopped by a traffic cop... Drunk. And about my mother-in-law he suddenly says: “Who is this fat one?!” And my mother-in-law is very big, and that day her bag was stolen... and at the hairdresser she cut her hair too short... and sold it at the market...

I once met a friend. At the clinic. At seven in the morning. With gastritis. He and I sometimes swallow guts there on an empty stomach. The queue to the office is like a Chinese wall! Only green. Because everyone is hungry and angry. They are angry because they know that in...

Yurok! Vovchik! All! Sleep, no fairy tales! Grandfather is very tired and his leg hurts. One? Only one! Good or scary? Scary to you? Pee yourself again. And what about you? About Kolobok? In general, I’m telling you one thing - it’s terribly kind. Once upon a time there lived a kind, kind grandfather... and grandmother! Old...

Hello! I said, I won’t go anywhere and I won’t rewrite anything! I got sick... “Eat a pill”! You didn’t even ask what made me sick!.. I’m telling you: What’s your business?! And in general! The author does not have to attend the rehearsal! ...Edit? Okay, so be it...

Serenya came to me on the night of December 31st, when everyone had already gone to bed. Great! - speaks. - Happy New Year! Ugh! Your elevator, however, is impotent!.. And you can’t tell by your face that you received our telegram! Well,…

A fox lived in the forest. Beautiful, she drove the foxes from the surrounding forests crazy. They really wanted to live with her, get along, make good money, but hunters got into the habit of going into the forest. Shooting in the forest, traps along the paths, dogs rushing, and in the evenings fires, bottles flying into the bushes...

Hello, mom! Our lights have been turned off, it’s already two in the morning, and Kolya isn’t there yet!... Mom, what does Fidel Castro have to do with it?.. Phenazepam? Good night, mom! ...Hello, Rit! It's me again. Kolka didn’t come to spend the night! Isn't it with you? I don’t think so...

My second wife was such an artist! Genius! Here she is, let’s say... ...No, I’m not the third, I’m his fourth... The third one was imprisoned, by the way, with complete confiscation of property... So this artist, who was my second, is a talent!.. ...The third one - then with full...

Give me some bread for Christ's sake... No, not like that. ...Good people!.. No. ... Passer-by, don’t let the well-deserved social security worker die of hunger!.. No, don’t talk about merits. And no ideology. And then yesterday there was a guy standing with a sign: “Serve an active builder for lunch...

Yes, I'm a music teacher, so what now!? Yes, I speak four languages ​​perfectly, I know how to dress, how to talk, how to use cutlery, so what?! Yes, there is no money, but I’m sweet, I cook well, I will love one man deeply...

Neighbor Volodya installed electrical protection on his new Toyota - he bought an expensive one that prevents theft. Yes, what people have already written or invented - it’s useless! They still steal it. Volodya has windows facing the courtyard, and his car is on the avenue! I tell him: in the yard...

Grandfather, are you tired? -I'm tired, Mashenka. -Do you want to sleep? -Very. -Then tell me a horror story and go to bed! -A horror story? I don't know any horror stories. -Well, it must be scary!! Repeat after me: One dark, dark night in the cemetery... - Well, one night in the cemetery... -... And so...

As far as I remember, I was forgotten everywhere. At the maternity hospital, my dad gave my mom flowers, kissed her, put her in a taxi, and drove off. And I’m lying on the bench, peeing in the blanket and thinking: when I grow up, I’ll be an astronaut. Grandfather, when I was born, generally thought that the puppy’s parents...

I tell her: “From the monkeys!” She told me: “From the angels”! I told her: “From monkeys!!” She: “From the angels!!” - “Well, look at yourself, I say! Could angels do this?!! Read Darwin! I bought her a microscope: “Look! Where are the angels? - “Oh-oh!.. Microbe!.....

My grandmother is superstitious. If he’s going to his neighbor’s house to get some salt, let him, he says, let me sit on the path. I met a man with empty buckets - I cursed him! A cuckoo once told her she was 84, now she’s 92, so now if she goes into the forest, it’s with a calculator.…

Hello! Ritka, is that you? ...Where am I calling from? I'm calling from heaven! I'm flying in a long jump! Five thousand meters! ...So I’m a master of sports! ...What bobsled!? ...Am I the womanizer?!! Yes, you yourself are a womanizer!!! ...Fool! Hello, Svetul? Hello! Guess where I’m calling from?.. Well, think, think...

Goo-goo, goo-goo, goo-goo-goo... Dimochka, Dimochka, don't sit on the pigeon. He'll still fly away! Here you go! Hit the asphalt again! What did grandma tell you? Go stand next to me and throw crumbs to the birds!.. (To the neighbor.) And this is the first time I’ve seen you here. What an adorable grandson you have! Oh, it's a girl! I never would have thought! Look, she's holding the bird by the tail and picking at its beak... Let her pick? Will you rest for now? Well, of course. Everyone has their own methods of education...
I don’t limit my Dimochka in anything either. You know, I also no longer have the strength to limit. Dimochka, if anything happens, he might even spit!.. Dimochka, Dimochka, there’s no need to hit the birds with a spatula. Better go pick the beak with the girl! There he is, lying under the bench. (To a neighbor.) But tell me, my dear, do you ever see your girl’s parents? I’ve already begun to forget my people: they work during the day, hang out in the evening, go skiing on weekends... You say it’s an expensive pleasure?.. Well, you know, my son-in-law earns a decent amount of money. Sometimes Dimochka and I go to visit them - the refrigerator is full. But Dimochka doesn’t want anything from them, because with me he eats from his own plate. As soon as the face of this freak appears at the bottom... what's his name... ah! Pokemon - that means we ate the porridge. No, we are still eating porridge. Here I stand to death: my pension is small. And you only have lollipops with wrappers?..
Dimochka! Dimochka! Immediately spit out the seed husks! Why are you pecking it from the sidewalk? Go, grandma will give you some of her husks from her pocket! Here, chew it well! Look, your girl is plucking feathers into a bunch and licking them. Let him lick it?.. Will you rest for now? Well, of course, everyone has their own methods of education. Dimochka also sometimes licks the battery...
Does your girl sleep well? And we're just in trouble. Until you perform “Tachanka” three times, he will never fall asleep. Don't you sing? Oh, are you hitting a tambourine? We used to have a drum too, but the neighbors thought that our load-bearing walls were always being broken, so they constantly called the police...
Does your granddaughter like pets? Oh, is there only a python living at home? And the granddaughter herself feeds him live rats? Well, of course, everyone has their own methods of education... You are probably training her for the Airborne Forces? No, I just asked... My son-in-law served in the Airborne Forces... And here Dimochka bit a cat and bit a dog... Some kind of psycho, God forgive me! His parents still want to send him into hand-to-hand combat... Should he kill the bear?.. Dimochka, Dimochka! Why are you crying, dear?! Look, look! Your girl chewed his ear through his hat! What does “let her chew!” mean? She chewed on my grandson, not a stranger! Release him immediately, you wretch! Otherwise I’ll kill you myself now! Metal teeth! Ugliness! She feeds the python rats... And then these girls walk around and tear down the doors in the entrances. A slight movement of the hip. Don’t cry, Dimochka! Don't cry! In war it’s like in war. You will know how to bite my Tuzik and Murochka. Where are they now, poor things?.. That's it! March home! Dinner and sleep! And no "Tachanka"! Today grandma is resting! In nature, damn it!