Polycarp (daughters). Heh, it's clear that in the forest. We have a forest here and there is nothing. And why did you suddenly get carried away with the guys?

Vera (with understanding, to her husband). Well, what are you, Father, don't you understand? The case is young. Hiking, bonfires, romance. While young – we need to move! We must live to the fullest. And then there will be no time to walk. Now he will stay at home – then there will be nothing to remember.

Polycarp (to his wife). I'm not forbidding it at all. I understand everything. Of course, you have to live your life, and not sit by the stove. I'm just worried about making sure everything is on the mind. (Daughters) Which of the guys is coming with you?

Myna (unconvincingly). Yes, our guys won't be there almost, they will be from a neighboring village, but we know them well with Callista. Do you remember Miron, Vadka with bangs like that… Andrey and his brother, well, and their rural girls will also be there… They are good guys, we have been friends with them for several years …, so to speak …

Polycarp (wary, daughters). How is that, friends? What else does it mean, so to speak?

Vera (with understanding, to her husband). Why are you attached to a girl? She's not a child, tea! It's high time to show your nose to the light from under your mother's hem. Let him go, they'll figure out what's what. Ali weren't we like that?

Polycarp calms down, nods his head condescendingly, concealing a certain trick of memories.

Polycarp (daughters). Well, good-good. So, on the road in the morning? At dawn? Come on, I'm spending a little time…

Myna (unconvincingly). No, Dad, thanks. Callista will come for me in the morning, and together we will go to the guys. Don't worry about me, everything will be fine!

Polycarp looks at his mother, and his mother nods approvingly at him. Polycarp discreetly nods approvingly to his daughter.

ZTM.

Morning. No one in the house is visible. There is a knock on the door.

Polycarp's voice (you can't see him yet, you can only hear him). Who else is there with urban habits? Come in, why are you knocking? We don't have locked doors! Callista

enters with a backpack on her shoulders, her clothes are hiking. Polycarp comes out to meet her, girds himself.

Callista (cheerfully). Hello, Uncle Polycarp. And what about the Lane? Still sleeping?

Polycarp (kindly). Hello, hello. No, I'm up already. (Calling her daughter, loudly) Maina! Callista has spoiled me, come on!

A swarming Lane minces into the room for a few seconds, it's almost ready.

Maina (to a friend). Hello. I am now.

Myna runs away again. Vera enters the room.

Callista (cheerfully). Aunt Ver, hello!

Vera (kindly). Hello, Callista. So what? Are you ready?

Callista (quite). Gathered.

Vera (kindly). Well done. Maybe a cup of tea on the path?

Callista (with warmth). Oh, no, thanks, I'm just from the table. So, if you give me some water to drink– I won't refuse.

Polycarp is busy at the stove at this time, he has a kettle at hand. He pours for himself and Callista. He gives the girl a glass of water.

Callista drinks, hands over the glass.

Callista (with warmth). Thanks.

The Lane comes out. She's completely ready. He approaches his girlfriend, stands facing his parents (both are facing their parents), waiting for some kind of blessing.

Vera (kindly). Well…, come on, girls, with God!

Maina hugs her father goodbye, who is passing by her at this moment on some business of his own. He is not very fond of tenderness.

Myna throws her backpack on her shoulders, the girls approach the exit (to the door, if there is one on the stage), once again look at Myna's parents.

Polycarp looks at the girls with restraint. He is not very happy about this idea.

Maina (to her father, ingratiatingly, a little as if guiltily). Dad?

Polycarp (kindly, "stepping over himself"). Yes, go already, go …

the girls are happy to leave in a hurry.

ZTM.

Musical accompaniment, preferably coupled with the sounds of nature.

A dense forest, a person here is an infrequent phenomenon.

We give the viewer to get acquainted with the scenery, sounds, and surroundings.

Here are two girls showing up, Maina and Callista. They are already pretty tired of dragging their backpacks. But they are still walking, sighing heavily, examining the place they have reached at this stage.

The music stops.

Maina (with a tear from fatigue). Callista, I don't know about you, but I find it appropriate to take a break. The "Y" is stressed, I clarify. Let's make a halt, eh?

Callista (also pretty tired). Come on, I wanted to suggest it myself. The place seems to be nothing. All. Halt!

The girls throw off their backpacks.

Maina (in a tired voice). You know, I wouldn't mind a snack. How are you?

Callista (delighted). Sure. Unpacking. What did they pick up for you there?

They begin to unpack backpacks. They get simple provisions peculiar to the area (bread, lard, vegetables …). They share with each other, who is much. They settle down, have a meal.

They communicate during the meal.

Callista (with interest). How did it go?

Maina (almost cheerfully). You mean the parents?

Callista (with interest). Yeah. How did they let you go? To be honest, I didn't really hope, I thought I would have to go alone.

Myna (deliberately indignant). Doubted me?

Callista, Maina (together, playfully, meaningfully). Mmm…

Callista (with interest). I didn't doubt you. But in your parents… Well, judge for yourself who will let her daughter go to a remote forest for a few days. You have a full-fledged family, and full-fledged views on life. In theory– they shouldn't have let you go. How did you persuade them?

Maina (with intrigue). It is necessary to be able to resort to female cunning. In order for your parents to give you their consent to something, it is enough to convince your mother of this. And she, in turn, will influence both her father and everyone else, if there are others and if they need to be influenced. Well…, Petrukha is still small, and his grandmother has him now. There is no need to influence him. And so in general – keep it in mind, girlfriend.

Callista (surprised). That's it, then?

Myna (complacently). Yeah… Well, she lied, of course. She said that we were going camping with the boys from a neighboring village, that you know them well, and so do I. Young people, movers, back and forth… Everything is like that… And so (he spreads his hands quite, claps, and rubs his palms) – Ala result!

Myna snaps her fingers pretty!

Callista thinks about it.

Callista (with interest). And what … is it true, like this, through mom, you can easily solve all the issues?

Myna looks at Callista somewhat ironically, but then quickly pulls herself together.

Myna (somewhat guiltily). Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't think. You don't have a mom, how do you know.

Callista (retreating into memories). I don't remember my mom very well. Saves only a snapshot of an old non-color photo.

Callista takes out a small shuffled photo of her mother, looks at her with great warmth and love, and tremblingly passes the photo to her friend.

Callista (retreating into memories). How old was I then? I just learned to walk, as my father told me later. Mom sat with me for a long time, like all mothers with children at such an early age. And as soon as I got back on my feet, my mother asked my father and her friends to go to the forest for a while, to unwind a little… So none of them came back.

Maina (after a short semantic pause, sadly). It's strange that you, though a little, but still remember Mom. So many years have passed. Usually children do not remember anything from their early childhood. I don't remember anything from my childhood at all.