Role-playing games. Role-playing games in sex: hooliganism of decent people
V. V. Panfilov
"MISS GAME, AHHHH!"
Game fairy tale-trip
CHARACTERS:
Madam Madam Game - AKA: Blizzard-Melancholy-Boredom.
Father Frost.
Snow Maiden.
Buffoon.
The Snow Queen.
Snow Baba.
People - they are: buffoons - rescuers - clowns-snowmen.
The script uses a game fragment from A. Zaitsev’s program
"Okay."
Merry New Year's music sounds.
Through it, the laughter of the voices of children playing can be clearly heard.
Appearing on stage: THE SNOW QUEEN THE SNOW BABA
and Buffoon.
Buffoon. Hello, good people!
SNOW BABA (hereinafter simply - Baba). Hello boys and girls!
THE SNOW QUEEN (hereinafter simply referred to as the Queen). Ciao - cocoa for everyone,
who sees and hears me!
Buffoon. Happy holiday to you!
QUEEN and BABA. What holiday is this?
Buffoon. Why don't you hear?
All three listen.
Sound enhancement of music with children's voices.
Today is the holiday of our best New Year's friend - Games!
Today is the Game, one might say, the name day of Her New Year’s heart!
In!
Queen and Baba.
Have you forgotten, or what?
The Queen and Baba look at each other.
WOMAN. You know - we never forget anything.
We just wanted you, exactly you, to talk about this holiday
children!
QUEEN. Yes!
Buffoon. Well, I told you!
WOMAN. Good job!
Buffoon. You can’t put “well done” in your pocket!
WOMAN. Ha-ha-ha! What if you keep your pocket wider?
Buffoon. Well, then it's in the bag!
QUEEN. I don't understand... We were invited here to lead anyone
unnecessary talk about pockets and hats?
This is not rational! This is a waste of time.
Have a precious New Year's time!
Buffoon. All! Got the hint! Let's not lose anything!
It's time...
WOMAN. And the fun... part!
To the hall.
Boys and girls, listen again!
These are not just voices.
Joyfully.
These are your voices!..
Buffoon. They still live where you played last New Year!
Isn't that great!?
WOMAN. Yeah! And I noticed: if children are playing somewhere having fun, then after them
they definitely stay in that place...
QUEEN. Torn candy wrappers, chewed gum, apple cores...
Buffoon. But don't! Nothing like this ever happened after our children.
doesn't stay! Because our children are neat! And even very! And here
when kids are having fun...
QUEEN. And carefully...
Buffoon. And they play carefully and rejoice and laugh, then after them on
That place is sure to leave a good mood, a cheerful spirit,
and many, many invisible laughs.
WOMAN. And if someone else appears in that place: tired,
sad, sad, angry, then he will definitely cheer up.
Buffoon. It's invigorating!
WOMAN. He'll get better! And he will laugh! And he’ll even burst out laughing!
Buffoon. Exactly! Oh, how he will want to be sad and angry!
QUEEN. It's right! There is even such an expression as “a laugh in the eye”
hit"...
WOMAN. The laugh actually ends up in your mouth - from ear to ear.
Buffoon. And the more such kind and joyful places there are -
from ear to ear - the better life will be, the more fun life will be!
WOMAN. That's great what you said!
QUEEN. Famous quote!
Buffoon. Everyone says: “a game is a game”... Everyone uses it.
Everyone is delighted with Her. But no one has guessed yet
invite the Game itself to visit you.
We play with it - or maybe She also wants to play with us or with us?
Do round dances around the Christmas tree... Jump like a bunny...
Sing songs...
WOMAN. And what? Good idea! What do you think is your snowfall?
QUEEN. Well... From the point of view of amusing erudition, in our new century
funny concretism each New Year-personalized
the individual cannot give a damn about the effect acting on him separately
New Year's gaming abstraction...
WOMAN. That is - and in Russian?
QUEEN. That is - yes! I agree.
Buffoon (aside and very sarcastically). Thank God it's not a verb...
BABA (to the buffoon). Don't say it!
Interrupts.
Boys and girls!
Let's all call our friend Game together!
Let's ask Her to come to us here...
QUEEN. And now!
Buffoon. Or maybe She's squeezed somewhere on vo-o-he's there,
behind the scenes in the corner and is embarrassed to come out!
Sighs and whines...
He's having fun mimicking it.
…"Nobody needs me! Everyone forgot about me! I look bad!"
WOMAN. Is she the one who looks bad!? Did they forget her? This is her to no one
need not? Three "ha-ha"!
Just imagine such a New Year's life: everything is there!
And gifts and candy, and Pepsi-Cola, and watermelons!
But there is no game.
Oh no...
No games, no toys.
Toys are, after all, her children.
Everything is there except toys and games.
There is nothing hanging on the Christmas tree except needles.
Just imagine such a New Year's holiday!?
Buffoon. Well, what kind of holiday is this? This is not a holiday.
QUEEN. I don’t understand: there won’t be any computer games either?
WOMAN. Otherwise!
QUEEN. No fun, anything.
WOMAN. So there you go! I suggest - for a moment - to still meet with our
friend Game and introduce Her to the kids!
And rejoice in Her.
And prove to Her that She is very good to us...
Buffoon. Very very very…
WOMAN. Needed!
QUEEN. I don’t understand: do you want to materialize abstraction?
Buffoon. We want Madam, Madam Game, to appear here!
QUEEN. And Grandfather Frost?
WOMAN. And when Grandfather Frost hears that we are playing, he will immediately come running
come to us with gifts!
To the Queen.
And the very smart ones can over there...
Gesture to the side.
...wait, though!
The Queen steps aside offended.
Buffoon (to the audience). Guys, can you help us meet the Game?
Listens to the children's answer.
Thank you! I thought so!
So it is! This half of the hall, at my command, will laugh loudly and contagiously and clap their hands!
Let's rehearse!
Rehearsing with the audience.
Great! And even more - great!
WOMAN. But this half of the hall will have a subtle and funny giggle!
Like this!
Shows.
And at the same time wave your arms! Like this!
On my command.
Shows.
Let's rehearse too!
Rehearsing with the audience.
Brilliantly! Brilliant! Amazing!
Suddenly the Queen intervenes.
QUEEN. But this... third half of the hall...
WOMAN. Eh! Don't make humps! The hall only has two halves!
There is no third!
QUEEN. A regular hall doesn’t have a third option, but this one...
Joyfully.
Children's! gaming! New Year's Eve! make-believe hall
There is also a third half!
This one!
Points to the “third half”.
Buffoon. What? Earnestly!
WOMAN. And even original!
QUEEN (proudly). It's called New Year's know-how!
Buffoon. Well, well... Now move on.
QUEEN. And the third half of the hall, on my command, will do this:
We laugh like pretend horses.
Like this!
Shows.
We cackle like pretend goslings.
Like this!
Shows.
And we grunt merrily, like the laughing three little pigs.
Like this!
Shows.
And at the same time he slams his feet!
Like this!
Shows.
WOMAN. What are we doing with our feet?
QUEEN. Let's clap! Feet on the floor.
WOMAN. You are cut off from life, your snowflake! They don't clap their feet.
They clap these...
It's like I forgot...
Well, these?..
QUEEN. Ears?
WOMAN. Not really. Ears flap only during lessons. And that's not all.
Well with these...
QUEEN. With your eyes?
WOMAN. Not really. Eyes flutter in the morning. Woke up.
Well with these...
Turns to the hall.
Guys, tell me: what are the audience clapping for?
The children give hints.
Exactly! With your hands! Here!
But they don’t clap their feet, their feet...
Turns to the hall.
Guys, what are you doing with your feet?
The children give hints.
Absolutely right! They stomp their feet!
QUEEN. I'm not stupid - I understand! Slamming your feet on the floor is called
stomp!
Let's rehearse this welcome moment!
So, on my command: we laugh, cackle, grunt and... stomp! Attention! Let's start!
Conducts a rehearsal with the children.
Well! Super Duper! Wow! Top class!
BABA (enviously). Now let's rehearse everything together!
So to speak - for memory! Repetition is the mother of learning!
Buffoon Baba and the Queen are rehearsing the MEETING OF THE GAME.
Great!
Buffoon. Great!
QUEEN. Super! No! Super high! In!
Buffoon. And now, when the music starts, at our command...
A gesture towards Baba, the Queen and yourself.
And we are one team!
At the command of our team...
WOMAN. This is when we wave our hands...
Buffoon. Let's start loud, fun, contagiously New Year's
meet our beloved dear Game!
QUEEN. On your marks!
WOMAN. Attention!
Buffoon. Let's start!
Music is playing.
Baba Queen and Skomorokh are waving their hands.
An incomprehensible, shiny something like a MIRACLE IN A FEATHER appears with a bow on the side.
Buffoon. Didn't understand...
WOMAN. Didn't understand...
QUEEN. I don't miss anything.
MIRACLE. Well, are you finished? Are you done talking? Have you met?
Thanks for the tip...
Mimicking.
"Hold your pocket wider".
I opened it wider.
And the Game is oh-so-interesting... Jump - hop!
Slaps himself in the pocket.
And sewn - covered! Gop-tsa-tsa!
Buffoon. And who are you?
MIRACLE. "Who-who." I have many names.
I'm a boring Blizzard! I am the sad Blizzard! I am a boring Purga!
I am Tosca! I am Tosca-ah! I…
Unexpectedly loud and rude.
And I won’t tell you my other name!
And you yourself will never guess.
And you will never see your Game again!
She is now...
Slaps on your pocket.
Only mine! Will live in my collection.
And my collection is in my kingdom.
And my kingdom is in another time.
And my time is in another space.
And my space is where I am.
And where I am - you will never guess...
That's it...
I feel kind of bored and sad with you.
Bye...
I’m going to go dry your Game, that is, mine!
Hop!
Flash Light. A burst of sound.
Silence.
Blizzard-Melancholy has disappeared.
Buffoon (very sad). Here...
BABA (very sad). New turn...
QUEEN (in the same key). What is he bringing us?..
Very sad.
Yes... Once upon a time there were three little pigs...
One was called Naf-Naf, the other was Nyuf-Nyuf...
But they didn’t like the third brother and called him “Nifkaif”...
No... Nifkay me all this!
I'll go home and sleep.
I'll play the snow computer.
WOMAN. You won't play. Game in captivity.
QUEEN (sadly and indifferently). So, I won’t play... Grandma for her granddaughter,
granddaughter for a bug, bug for a cat, cat for a mouse...
Not just any mouse...
Buffoon. What about gold?
QUEEN. And the computer one. “Mouse” and so on, “mouse” and that...
Tail clink. Stretched out like a worm.
The grandfather is crying, the grandmother is crying, the chicken Ryaba is crying: we bought a computer, but we can’t play on it... Eh.!
Buffoon. Yes! Stuck.
WOMAN. In my opinion, she started moving.
Buffoon. Yes, we will all be moving soon.
WOMAN. It is high time.
Buffoon. And where?
WOMAN. “Where, where”... To Kudykina Mountain. You can see everything from there.
Maybe we’ll see the kingdom of Blizzard-Tosca from there?
Buffoon. And what? The idea is worth it. Need to try.
Trying is not torture. But what if!
WOMAN. Risk is a noble cause! He who doesn't take risks doesn't drink New Year's
"Pepsi-Cola"!
Gesture to the Queen.
Do we take people who are crazy with us?
Buffoon. Why not? She has, as they say nowadays, "a roof
let's go" - we use this roof not as a luxury, but as a means
transportation: we’ll take it to Kudykina Mountain.
QUEEN (approaches with a decisive step). It's not a roof we need...
WOMAN. Well, you're wrong. Today everyone needs a good roof.
This is not the time to run around with umbrellas. Winter is just around the corner!
QUEEN. We need a Time Machine.
Time...
Buffoon. We know, we know. Time is money. Printing press, or something?
bring?
QUEEN. Time is the very space where one can hide
Blizzard-Tosca. Where there is Blizzard-Melancholy, there Time stops.
And where Time stops, Space is formed.
Such a boring, blizzardy Space. Everyone there is overwhelmed with boredom!
And where there is such Space, there is the kingdom.
A dreary, snowy kingdom.
And there...
Buffoon. All clear! We have to go save the Game. Or even New Year
will not come! And Santa Claus won't come! Without the Game - who needs them?
Let's go!
WOMAN. But where should we go?
Buffoon. On all four sides!
WOMAN. So how can the three of us go to all four directions?
QUEEN. With the Time Machine we can only go to all THREE
sides: into the Past, Present and Future.
Buffoon. Where are we now?
QUEEN. Now we…
Buffoon. So! What are we doing here?
WOMAN. Come to your senses! We're on holiday! And there is ALWAYS a holiday!
He is a holiday in the Past, he is a holiday in the Future,
a holiday - it is a holiday in Africa too.
Therefore, we are now OUT OF TIME.
And we need a car. Time Machine.
Buffoon. No problem!
Addresses the audience.
Guys, will you be our time machine?
The children answer.
But not just a Time Machine! You will also be pilots,
and navigators, and our military-game amusing landing party!
Do you agree?
The children answer.
Then let's go!
Let's imagine a make-believe and very modern Time Machine of the latest model.
We sat down in the chairs.
Seat belts fastened.
Turned on the control panel...
The buffoon shows what and how to do.
Children repeat all movements after him.
We begin a pre-takeoff test of readiness.
I will ask questions. If your car is okay, answer me by clapping.
Like this.
Claps his hands.
If it's not okay, wave your hands.
Like this.
Waving his hands.
Attention.
Is the ignition working?
Do you have any traction?
Is oxygen normal?
Are the wheels spinning?
Is the helm turning?
Are the wipers ok?
The children answer all his questions.
If the wipers are ok, show them like this...
Makes a farewell gesture - like: "goodbye."
...to get them off the road and onto the sidewalk.
The Time Machine doesn't need windshield wipers. Let them keep it clean here.
We took the helm.
Turn on the ignition.
We work like a motor: “Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta”!
Let's take off!
Both Baba and the Queen do everything the Buffoon says.
Steering wheel to the left!
Steering wheel to the right!
Steering wheel up!
Steering wheel down!
When commanding, the Buffoon can cheerfully deceive children:
saying “steering wheel down,” raises his hands up.
I said: "Row down!"
Take the helm!
Hello, let's change!
Ugh!
Sit down!
Wipe away the pretend sweat!
Give yourself a round of applause for that soft landing.
The children applaud.
The viscous melody of a folk song sounds.
QUEEN. Where are we?
Buffoon. Actually - in the Past.
In my native buffoonish Past
As they say: the new is the well-forgotten Past!
Let's start searching for Blizzard-Tosca?
QUEEN. First you need to check how they...
Gesture towards children.
...do they know this past?
WOMAN. Well, check it out!
QUEEN. Well, I'll check it out!
Do you know three great Russian heroes?
The children answer.
It's good that you know. But let’s check to see if you know for sure.
Now I will name the names of the heroes, and you name them
nicknames
Ilya?..
Children: "Muromets!"
Dobrynya?..
Children: “Nikitych!”
Nightingale?..
Children, by inertia: “Robber!”
What are you doing? What kind of hero is Nightingale the Robber?
So let them into history.
We'll find ourselves in such a story - it won't seem like much!
WOMAN. Stop making fun of the kids.
Vanya, start your own business!
Buffoon (screams at the top of his buffoon throat). E-hey!
Is there anybody here?
PEOPLE appear.
Everyone is lazy, yawning, stretching.
Good people, have you ever had a Blizzard or Melancholy here?
PEOPLE. What?
Buffoon. I'm asking...
WOMAN. So what are you asking? Don't you see what they are like?
Buffoon. I see something, but I don’t believe my eyes.
WOMAN. Now, believe it or not, something needs to be done!
Buffoon. Let's play!
Shall we play?
PEOPLE. No... We don't know how to play...
Buffoon. And we will teach.
PEOPLE. Doesn't it hurt?
Buffoon. It's fun!
PEOPLE. We're lazy...
Buffoon. And we will help you get rid of laziness... Look, sloths!
You're probably not in Australia, but in...
Names the place where the holiday takes place.
Addresses the audience.
Guys, can you help me stir them up?
The audience responds.
Now we'll tickle them. All sloths are afraid of tickles.
I know this from myself. I also once went through the school of laziness.
To the audience.
Stretch out your hands. And on my command, do this!
Shows children a tickle gesture.
The children answer.
Attention! Let's start!
Cheerful music is playing.
Children perform a fun tickling ritual.
People jump, writhe, laugh, try to escape
this tickling that overtakes them everywhere.
At the same time, Baba and the Queen got it too.
They too found themselves in the tickling zone.
PEOPLE. Save! Help! Stop it! We won't do it anymore!.. Enough!
Buffoon. Stop.
PEOPLE. Ugh!
They fall to their knees.
Don't tickle us anymore!
- We are no longer lazy!
- We are good!
- We are listening to you!
Buffoon. Why listen to us? We didn't come here to lecture you.
There are separate times and separate people for lectures and seminars!
Tell me this: did you have a Blizzard-Melancholy?
PEOPLE. Was!
Buffoon. And where is she?
PEOPLE. And she swam away!
Buffoon. Where?
PEOPLE. How do we know?
Buffoon. And if you tickle, will you remember?
PEOPLE. Don't tickle us! We won't remember! Blizzard-Melancholy thoughts for us
she clouded her mind, clouded her brains, took her mind for a loop, and left it there.
She also suggested jumping off like crazy, but we were scared: it was too high
something…
Buffoon. Well. Let's remember together.
To the auditorium.
Guys, will you help us help them?
The children answer.
So you were scared to jump out of your mind?
PEOPLE. Yeah.
Buffoon. Aren't you afraid to just jump?
PEOPLE. Yeah!
Buffoon. What, yeah"?
PEOPLE. Yeah!
Buffoon (to the auditorium). Guys, what is the name of the game when
do people jump through ropes?
Listens to the response from the audience.
Right! "Jumping ropes"!
How many of you know how to jump on jumping ropes or jump on skipping ropes?
The children answer.
The buffoon addresses the people.
Well, let's learn to play?
PEOPLE. Yeah!
Buffoon (to the audience). Guys, let's teach them to jump and gallop?
The children answer.
The buffoon turns to the people again.
Then go and choose a teacher for yourself!
PEOPLE (with fear). To the torturer?
Buffoon. For a child or an adult who will teach you how to play!
And it will cure boredom! It's clear?
PEOPLE. Yeah!
Buffoon. And remember: only uncultured people say “aha.”
Clear?
PEOPLE. Yeah.
Buffoon (gesture towards the audience). Then let's move!
PEOPLE (with fear). In phase?
Buffoon. Let's move forward! To the victory... of this... Fun!
People began to choose their “teachers” from among the spectators.
Hey! Give us good music for the Game lesson.
Cheerful music is playing.
Children teach people to jump.
Those, parodically, seem to master new knowledge.
They are learning.
They jump with the children.
Thank you boys and girls.
PEOPLE. Thank you!
The children go to their places.
Buffoon (to people). Well, let's check how you learned this lesson!?
Show us what you've learned!
People reincarnated as buffoons and showed a cheerful
circus act JUMPING.
I think they deserve applause!
The audience applauds.
Suddenly one of the people burst onto the stage with a scream,
spun, spun, screamed, screamed and twitched.
HUMAN. Oooh! A-a-a-ay!
To myself.
Whoops!
Oh! Something doesn't feel right to me! I feel bad about something!
Buffoon. Yes, this is Blizzard-Tosca! Grab her!
BLIZZA-TOSKA. Stop! What are you doing? Who can grab the Blizzard-Tosca?
I am vast, intangible and elusive! Like an avenger!
Okay, ugh here on you! I'll go reign somewhere else!
Everyone spun around.
Blizzard-Melancholy has disappeared.
Buffoon. She escaped!
PEOPLE. Let's catch up!
Buffoon. Disappeared!
PEOPLE. Let's find it!
Buffoon. Gone!
PEOPLE. Well, to hell with her!
BABA (sarcastically). You are all joking, but Blizzard-Melancholy has escaped!
By the way!
Buffoon. She didn't run away! She ran away in panic! And not in between
other than that, but because we defeated it! Thanks guys!
QUEEN. Thanks guys!
Buffoon. And “thank you” is not nice! We need to pay back with something!?
WOMAN. No problems!
And our heroes show a cheerful, mischievous dance number.
QUEEN. Well, that's it! Enough entertainment!
We have driven away Boredom from the Past, dispelled Melancholy - it’s time to lather ourselves into the Future! As they say: finish off the enemy in his lair!
Buffoon. Isn’t it offensive to you to speak such words about the Future?
QUEEN. And it depends on us, and only on us, what our
New Year's Future!
Buffoon. Then go ahead! What will we go on? Or will we fly?
QUEEN. Nope... Let's go on foot! On your own.
Let's go into space!
Buffoon and BABA. Where?
QUEEN. Into the space! To outer space!
WOMAN. Come on? There's no air there. And the aroma... of these... New Year's
tangerines.
QUEEN. Well, first of all, we have a make-believe space. And tangerines
they don't grow there! And secondly, space is always up.
And you can see everything from above, you know that.
WOMAN. Well, tell me what to do? We are ready.
QUEEN. What about the guys?
WOMAN. Yes, they have been ready for a long time! Right guys?
The children answer.
You see - ready!
You can say: childhood in its own juice!
See what they are all like! The most juice: blood with milk!
Well, come on, start with everything ready! And we will support!..
PEOPLE. And we? Take us with you. We'll hold something too!
Do you know how supported we are!?
QUEEN. Well? Shall we take them?
Buffoon. And we’ll ask the guys this! Guys, let's take them with us?
The children answer.
Children trust you! Go and transform yourself!
Try out something new! To look at you
not so sad.
PEOPLE. Hurray!
Buffoon (to the Queen). Get started, snow terminator!
Where will we go and how will we go?
QUEEN. And we, guys, will go into space - New Year's and very
mysterious.
I will tell you what to do, and you repeat after me!..
So.
Do as I do!
The Queen plays the game.
We are walking across the starry sky: wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!
The queen slaps her front with her hands
hips: as if walking and admiring.
We are walking across the starry sky!
Hands: wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!
We climb the planets like steps: oh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
With your index fingers, as if in heels, “walk”
by planets - from bottom to top.
We are walking across the starry sky: wow - wow - wow, wow!
We open the floodgates: burn - burn!
Hands: right and left, as if opening floodgates.
We walk across the starry sky: wow - wow - wow - wow!
We climb the planets: oh - oh - oh - oh!
We open the doors - the floodgates: burn - burn!
Let's go in and see the New Year's space! Wow!
A loud scream, arms opening wide,
as if we saw something immensely big.
We are going! According to the starry sky: wow - wow - wow, wow!
We climb the planets: oh - oh - oh - oh!
We open the doors - the floodgates: burn-burn!
We go in and see the New Year's space: wow!
We run up to the telescope monitor and look into it! Wow!
A gesture as if looking through a telescope.
Further, all gestures are repeated from the beginning, and with acceleration.
And we see New Year's space gifts: flying like flies
mokipons: chpok-chpok-chpok-chpok!
Such little "clickers".
And TV pops crying with happiness! Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
And the “piggies” and “stepashkas” rush around: hoo-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu!
And the unidentified and still flying bechurashkas rumble and
crocodile genes: tra-ta-ta!
And the rogue rogues explode from fear:
Bang - bang! Bang - bang! Bang - bang! Bang - bang!
And then Aunt Purga appears and shouts to us: “What are you
are you doing here!?
And we all run away in the reverse order - with a bang!
Do all movements in reverse order.
They barely escaped!
Buffoon. Wait! Who is Aunt Purga?
Who in space can Aunt Purga?
QUEEN. Well, the one whose brother is Purgen... That is, Buran!
Buffoon. Buran is our spaceship - cousin
brother to the American Challenger! And what does Purga have to do with it?
Yes, in space and without a spacesuit!?
Blizzard-Tosca runs out.
BLIZZA-TOSKA. You yourself are a “spacesuit”! Ha ha ha!
Runs away.
Buffoon. Oh! Who is this?
WOMAN. I think that our enemy is amusing himself: Blizzard-Melancholy! She's still
then Purgensha... She called herself Purga.
And whoever calls you names is like that... What guys?
The audience gives hints.
That's right - that's what it's called!
QUEEN. Then let's go into space again, but very, very quietly!
Like scouts! Space "Stirlitz"!
The whole game is repeated, but in very, very quiet voices.
And then the boring Blizzard appears.
Blizzard-Tosca appears.
And we shout to her: “Stop! Hands up!”
Blizzard-Tosca, by inertia, raises his hands, as if in fright.
And then, very casually, he lowers them.
YEARNING. Look, you are heroes! Scared! Ha ha ha!
And I’m not the least bit afraid of you!
QUEEN. Give us our Game!
YEARNING. Don't you want anything else?
QUEEN. I don't want anything else! But less is the same!
YEARNING. You'll get over it!
QUEEN. How is that?
YEARNING. Like dishes in an elephant's shop!
Buffoon. Come on, give me the game!
YEARNING. And you bark! Maybe I'll give it back!
The buffoon barks.
But they don’t give it to the dogs - they get it themselves! Ha ha ha!
They made the rooster laugh!
QUEEN. What do we do?
WOMAN. Call the pacifier!
QUEEN. What a “pacifier”!
WOMAN. Which will save our souls!
Screams.
"So-o-o-os!"
RESCUE RESCUERS appear.
RESCUERS. We are rescuers! Who shouted “suck” and who asked for a pacifier!
QUEEN. Get ready to spray anti-boring!
YEARNING. Who did you call boring? And how is it that you want me
spray?
QUEEN. And now you will find out.
YEARNING. Stop!
Looks up in fear.
Ooh! What is that there - a grandfather freezing across the sky!?
Everyone is looking at where she is pointing.
Tosca escapes.
Ha-ha-ha!
QUEEN. I cheated again! She ran away again!
Buffoon. Not “again”, but “again”!
WOMAN. All! Listen to me! From the Past we drove away Boredom - Melancholy?
Driven away! Kicked out of the Future? Kicked out!
Now let's go to the Present. She's hiding there!
RESCUERS. And we are with you! Can?
WOMAN. I don't mind!
Buffoon. Me too.
QUEEN. I have no principled objection.
BABA (to the rescuers). But then you need...
RESCUERS. We know, we know! Change!
WOMAN. Whoa! Mimicking! And chameleon! Is the task clear?
RESCUERS. Otherwise! Go ahead - adapt to today's life!
BABA (to the audience). And we will go to the Present on a bicycle
Time!
So, we sat down, as it were, on pretend bicycle seats.
We grabbed the bicycle handlebars.
They rang a make-believe bicycle bell.
Children repeat all movements after Baba.
And now let's go to fun cycling music.
On your marks! Attention! Go!
BABA conducts a dance - a game.
Stop! We've arrived!
He looks around and listens.
Strange... There's a lot of silence here...
Hey! Is there anyone?
I don't understand anything!
Looks around.
And our chameleons disappeared somewhere.
A slow, drawn-out blues melody sounds.
NON-HUMANS crawl under it like sleepwalkers.
A sort of sad “shari-vari”.
Hey! Hi guys! What's wrong with you?
Non-humans look at Baba with dull eyes, obviously - nothing
They don’t understand and are stupidly silent.
Can you hear me?
The non-humans looked at each other and stared again
to Baba.
So... Blizzard-Melancholy has been here too... Stupefied them...
Gesture towards non-humans.
...stunned, fooled.
What to do?
I thought about it.
I have an idea!
Let them not hear my voice and not understand my words!
But there is an international sign language!.. And everyone understands it!
Even the most dull ones.
Let's try to learn it. Raise your right hand up.
Look at her carefully.
This is your hand!
And there are five whole fingers on it.
By the way, can you count?
Listens to the children's answer.
Come on, let's check it out.
They gave up.
Now I will name the numbers.
Very clever.
Different numbers. And you name exactly one unit more. Get ready.
Twenty three!
The children answer.
Baba, with gradual acceleration, names various
numbers.
The children answer.
Baba's last control number is 1099.
One thousand ninety nine!
As a rule, children shout: “Two thousand!”
But that’s not right!
After ninety-nine thousand comes one hundred thousand!
Yeah...
And where are your teachers looking?
OK. Let's get back to our... these...
Let's return to ours, to these... To whom will we “return to ours”?
Listens to the answer.
To which “rams”? To your fingers! We were talking about fingers!
Each hand has five fingers.
And how much on both hands?..
Listens to the answer.
Are you overheated or what? Both hands also have five fingers.
So, these five fingers replace one tongue...
As they say: “one tongue is good, but so are five fingers.”
not bad." So let's try to talk with our fingers...
There is a version that this international language was invented
Boy - with - finger. Let's support his initiative.
Come on, show me how it will sound on your fingers: “I have
everything's great!"?
Children show.
A - “Everything is okay with me!”?
Children show.
A - “Quiet - sh-s-s-s...”?
A - "Attention!"?
A - “Don’t be naughty!”?
A - “Don’t spoil me!”?
A - “Think-think-think!”?
A - “You’re not very smart!”?
How does a policeman call you?
Children show all gestures.
And once again - “I’m doing great!”
It's great when everything is great!
And they...
Gesture towards non-humans.
And it’s not healthy at all, and you’re not even “living healthy”...
ABOUT! Let's show them how good we live!
Let them envy us. If their envy is not black,
then they will definitely wake up, wake up, see clearly and hear us!
They will hear and envy - how much fun we have!
So let's have a little sit-down...
QUEEN. A strike?
WOMAN. Here's another. A small, sit-down disco! Here!
Buffoon. And what? Let's try!
BABA (to the hall). Repeat after us the dance moves that
we will show you!
Music is playing.
Buffoon Baba and the Queen - in turn - show children various dance movements for arms, shoulders, heads and other parts of the body.
And non-humans woke up.
They first picked up these movements.
Then they started showing theirs.
Then they ran into the auditorium and set up a cheerful disco game room in the aisles and on the stage.
NON-PEOPLE. Hurray!
And suddenly one of them began to rush about again, wheezed, and squirmed.
BLIZZA-TOSKA. Eh! All for one, right? Did you manage? Come on
differently! Let's have a fight! If you win, the game is yours!
If you lose, your Game will remain with me! Is it coming?
Buffoon. It's coming!
SNOWSTORM. Then so! I will read poetry, and you continue to rhyme.
But if you make a mistake at least once and give the wrong rhyme,
then you lose, and the Game is mine!
Buffoon. Eh! Where ours didn’t disappear!
Will you guys help us?
The children answer.
Thank you!
SNOWSTORM. I start!
Vyuga used a poem by B. Zakhoder.
The correct rhymes are in brackets.
The animals celebrated the New Year
The animals celebrated the New Year.
Driven by animals...
(Round dance)
Around a green Christmas tree.
The Mole also danced,
And Behemoth,
And even evil ones...
(Wolves)
The Porcupine also started dancing -
prickly needles,
And all - tremble,
And that's all - scream
And that's it - run away from...
(Yolki)
Look: Already -
At least he's good! -
And he is trembling with fear!..
-But you won’t get through me! -
Said
(Turtle)
- We'll dance
Step by step
Turtle,
But everyone
Perhaps…
(Let's dance)!
Buffoon, Queen and Baba, during this competition,
Help children guess the exact rhyme.
In the end, the children won.
EVERYONE (except Tosca). Hurray! We won!
YEARNING. So what? But I still won’t give you your Game. I'll dry it
And I will play it myself! One! All alone! Always alone!
And suddenly Toska began to cry bitterly.
Ah-ah-ah! All my life - alone! Ah-ah-ah-ah!
The Queen, Skomorokh and Baba looked at each other.
And suddenly the same thing: first they whimpered, and then they roared,
they cried and wailed out loud.
And their voices are wow.
Buffoon (to the auditorium). Guys, let's help Vyuga in her
boring grief! Maybe she'll cry all her grief and
and she will feel better, and she will have more fun.
Help her! Have a good cry.
Under the leadership of Skomorokh, children arrange
Make-believe crying - roar.
The blizzard stopped roaring and began to look with interest.
look closely at the children.
SNOWSTORM. Why are they? Why are they? Why them?
WOMAN. I feel sorry for you.
SNOWSTORM. Me?
QUEEN. You.
SNOWSTORM. So harmful? So snide? Like this...
And it's a pity? You're lying! I know - it’s only the bee who is “sorry”!
But children don’t feel “sorry”!
Buffoon. It doesn’t happen to children, but children feel sorry for it.
Now they feel sorry for you.
SNOWSTORM. Well, okay... We burst into tears here... Made us feel sorry... Melted my
black, icy heart.
WOMAN. Well, it’s not like yours and it’s black. Not that icy.
SNOWSTORM. So which one?
WOMAN. And you know it yourself!
SNOWSTORM. I know! How do you know that?
WOMAN. And you, Blizzard-Tosca, tell me your third name!?
SNOWSTORM. Nope! Guess for yourself!
Blizzard sighs sadly and coquettishly.
BABA (to the hall). Guys, tell me what it’s called when you’re not bored and not
sad and not fun?
The children give hints.
Here! Sadness-Snowstorm is your third name.
SADNESS. Right! Actually, this is my first name.
Buffoon. Very good name!
SADNESS. Is it true?
Buffoon. Of course it's true. Sometimes it’s even very pleasant to be sad,
SAD (points to the children). Do they know how to do this?
QUEEN. Otherwise!
Guys, let's show how we can be sad.
Let's take a sad, sad breath! Three four!
The children sigh.
SADNESS. Oh how good! Can I do it again?
QUEEN. Can! Guys, let's breathe again!
The children sigh again.
Buffoon. Now let the adults help us!
Tell me, what songs about blizzards and blizzards do you know!?
Conducts a song AUCTION.
SADNESS. Well okay... Conquered! Fascinated! Hypnotized!
I give you your Game!
ALL. Hooray!
SADNESS. Stop! No! This will not work! The evil in me has awakened.
We need her...
WOMAN. Put him to sleep, or what?
SADNESS. Well, so be it. And she falls asleep with me from cheerful songs.
Buffoon. No problem! We have such a song.
It's traditional for us!
Guys, can you help us sing it?
The children answer.
The buffoon explains what kind of song this is.
And everyone sings it together.
Suddenly the music changes, switches to something else.
Round dance around Sadness.
The round dance disperses and in the center of the stage we see
charmingly cheerful CREATURE.
WOMAN. Oh! This is a Game!
Guys, remember - at first we rehearsed the meeting of the madam,
Mistress Games!
Remember!
And meet Her - as it should be!
The children meet Mrs. Game as previously rehearsed.
A GAME. Thank you, thank you!
Buffoon. Oh! Is this how you played us?
QUEEN. Were you pretending to be Boredom, Melancholy and Sadness?
WOMAN. Blizzard and Blizzard?
GAME (proudly). And then who? I gave you this test!
I was very interested - how will you behave?
Buffoon. So how is it?
A GAME. Wonderful! I see that my best, most
devoted friends! Game friends!
I am very glad that you are so friendly, so cheerful, so resourceful!
And I want to wish you many, many happy and joyful
moments in life!
And many, many new and wonderful games!
And always have a great mood!
And so that the magical power of the Game never leaves you!
A New Year's melody sounds.
Father Frost and Snow Maiden run in.
FREEZING. Ugh! We made it!..
I hear children playing somewhere! And they play so cheerfully and together that Snegurochka and I couldn’t resist and ran here! On holiday!
SNOW MAIDEN. Because a holiday is only where it is fun and joyful!
Father Frost and Snow Maiden notice the Game.
FREEZING. Hello, Madam Game!
A GAME. Hello Dedushka Moroz!
Gesture to the audience.
We've been waiting for you guys!
Take up the festive baton!
FREEZING. And I will!
To the audience.
There, in the foyer, the Christmas tree is already waiting for you and many, many wonderful New Year’s differences!
Music is playing.
PEOPLE in the images of NEW YEARS burst in
CLOWNS-SNOWMANS.
CLOWNS-SNOWMANS. We have transformed! Are we late?
FREEZING. You came on time! Take the kids to the New Year's ball!
Snowman clowns take children away in an organized manner - to
continuation of the Holiday.
Role-playing games with my husband.
Girls and ladies, have you ever thought that after the birth of a child, your husband became more capricious, instead of throwing all his strength into helping you with the child, he pesters you with sex, and offers a minimum of help. I want to assure you that you are not alone. This problem is easy to solve, I won’t go into the man’s psychological mood, but he wanted this child just like you did, but he doesn’t understand how tired you are morally and physically, and he demands physical affection, despite your tired appearance. If you want him to change his attitude towards his family and fly home like on wings, it’s ALL IN YOUR POWER. Don't wonder why I should do things to him first and not him. Yes, because you are a woman, you got what you dreamed of as a little girl, a wedding, a husband, a doll, so give him what he secretly dreams of - awesome sex, and role-playing games will help you with this.
And so, you have finally decided, then forget about shyness, put the children to bed, and at dinner hint to your loved one not to overeat, as a surprise awaits him in the evening.
And remember the main thing is that sex is safe, so remember about contraceptives.
Options for your roles in role-playing games.
I assure you, every man dreams of this.
A sexy nurse performs an examination. For each role you need to prepare as 
a real actress, so say the phrases you will use so as not to laugh or hesitate in the process. Don’t expect a man to start a dialogue with you, he may simply fall into a stupor with happiness, so you will do most of the talking. Be the nurse who forgot the honey. instruments and therefore the temperature will be measured with your mouth, feel free to say, undress, lower your head, bend over. Say it confidently, you are in charge, it’s very exciting. Inspect all erogenous zones. A nurse's costume can be made from improvised materials or purchased at an adult store; it is inexpensive, but for your lover it will be an evening worth a million.
Housemaid.
Let him feel like a real oligarch with a super sexy home 
housemaid. Scatter anything in front of him, turn around and bend down, picking up each object. In this case, it is not at all necessary to wear panties. Turn around and in a quiet, low voice ask if he minds having a private cleaning. Sexy dancing is encouraged. Choose sexy music. You can again buy the costume in a store for adults; don’t skimp on buying brooms and other paraphernalia and feel free to use it.
Police officer.
This version of role-playing games is very suitable for wives, powerful and influential men. Arrange an interrogation with passion for your husband, for example, find out who in the world is the cutest, the most beautiful and the whitest. Put him on a chair, if there are handcuffs, then it's just a bomb. Secure his hands behind his back and start torturing him. Namely, he cannot touch you, and this is the time to arrange a very frank dance in close proximity to him. Twist his nipples, kissing him, bite his lip. Lick the baton while looking into his eyes. In general, do whatever your heart desires, since this is your man and the more depraved you are, the more excited he will be.
Don’t be afraid to overact here, let your loved one be the teacher to whom you came to take the exam. Not 
forget to say that you forgot to prepare properly and were in such a hurry for the exam that you forgot to put on panties, be sure to demonstrate this to your husband. Be sincerely surprised that he hugs you, and do not understand what exactly he wants from you. Ask what exactly he wants from you, and whether he knows how to do it, because you, of course, are completely unaware of the matter. When your loved one undresses, praise him for the size of his dignity and for the “firmness” of his intentions. That you are very pleased that he has such a reaction to you. The main thing is to be gentle and touchingly naive. While giving him pleasure, ask him if you are doing it right or what else he would like to receive from you.
There is also a reverse version of this role-playing game: be a slutty little girl who decided to seduce the teacher. Here, show pressure and assure that you know how and what to do and he just needs to relax, and you will do everything yourself.
You can be a sexy bride, but you can also take out your wedding dress and just remember that wonderful day and enjoy each other. There’s no need to be nasty and perverted here, be yourself, and often say how much you love your man.
Today in the role play the man will be the boss, close the door to the bedroom, which is his office for tonight 
. Tell him that he needs to do it while all the employees are at lunch. The main attribute here is stockings and high-heeled shoes. Try to be as passionate as possible, excite him roughly with your hands, and surrender yourself on a table, chair or standing. Basically, simulate quick and passionate lunchtime sex. But after such quick sex, don’t leave the man you don’t love, massage his back and calves, stroke him. In general, show your concern.
Madam.
It's time to remember all the oily words, give orders, this evening the man is a slave, and I think that he will accept the terms of your role-playing game. Punish him for getting excited when he looks at you. You can flog him with a whip, slap him on the butt, not forgetting to ask if he likes this treatment, remember, the answer should only be positive.
Pleasure yourself with his tongue and hands, but don't satisfy him until you see that he's already on the edge and ready to pounce on you.
Shahirizada.
There are situations when you cannot satisfy your man, you feel unwell, or you simply don’t want to, but he just demands. I offer you this option, it won’t bother you too much, but your loved one will be happy. Tell him to lie down and relax, stock up on lube, and start caressing him with your hands. For this version of role play, you will need a quiet room and dim lights. While caressing him, begin your frank story. Surely you know some of his secret dreams, size 5 breasts or several girls at once. Give him the opportunity to try it all. Describe in detail how you and another girl satisfy him, or how you take him by force. Perhaps the way he takes your virginity in the bushes with force. More details, because he imagines everything you say. Maybe you can share your fantasy with him. This version of role-playing games will help you get closer and at the same time learn something new about each other.
The Kingdom of Another World is the name of a state in which there are no citizens: only female citizens. There are men here too, but exclusively as... slaves. Journalist Lev Kunitsyn visited this amazing country and experienced all its delights.
KDM (Kingdom of Another World) is a self-proclaimed microstate that arose in 1996 on the territory of the Czech Republic. It was founded by members of the women's organization "Femdom", which fights for the dominance of women. Any adult woman who has lived in the KDM for 5 days and has her own slave (a man who is ready to obey her in everything) can become a citizen of the KDM. Language of communication is English.
Two hours drive north from Prague - and we are in a gloomy wooded area near the ancient town of Cerna. We approach a wooden gate that leads into the courtyard of a luxurious estate built on the ruins of a 16th-century castle.
Slave in a cage
Sorry, but I'll have to wear this! - my companion, a dark-eyed busty Englishwoman named Joan, holds out a pair of handcuffs. - They won't let you in without them.
Joan, a correspondent for a women's website and a longtime friend of mine, is no stranger to the Otherworld Kingdom. This time I persuaded her to take me with her as a boyfriend, or, in local terms, a slave. For free men are not allowed to enter the KDM, after all!
The gate is guarded by a burly muscleman wearing a steel collar. After checking Joan's invitation and giving me a hard look, he swings the doors open.
My companion goes to the exchange office. The local monetary unit - house (from the word "dominance") - is equal to approximately 20 rubles.
The hotel is a long stone building located in a former stable. The room is a spacious whitewashed room with a vaulted ceiling, a minimum of furniture and... a cramped iron cage in the corner!
This is your place to sleep,” Joan nods towards the creepy cell. And then he laughs loudly, unfastening the handcuffs on me. What a joke!.. It’s good that we agreed to play mistress and slave only in public! Steeplechase
Slave racing
Hello Joan! Is this your ponyboy? - the blonde covered in black latex asks, nodding at me. - Kind of flimsy!
She herself is holding a well-fed man dressed in khaki overalls on a leash. He stands on all fours, bridled and saddled, like a real horse. And, by God, he smiles joyfully, he’s about to laugh!
Winter racing on "pony" battles - that is, on us, men! - take place in a spacious carriage house (carriages are the only transport allowed in the Kingdom). Along the paths strewn with sawdust, “ponies” crawl on all fours, puffing and puffing, on which riders sit, beating them with might and main with whips. By the finish line, the runners' knees were bleeding.
Hey, push it! - shouts a burly black woman, poking her “pony” in the backside with a stick (a stick with a sharp end). - If we lose, you'll get the worst of it!
Mistress and slaves
Punishing slaves is a favorite pastime of local ladies. To do this, the Kingdom has a torture room with a whole arsenal of terrible tools - pincers, metal clothespins for private parts and even a real rack. And also a whole system of punishments for any offense - from banal flogging to long imprisonment in the basement of the castle. The backs and buttocks of slaves, barely covered by shorts, with nightmarish scars are a common sight here.
And here are the royal guards - warlike-looking women, making sure that the slaves do not rebel. They live in the estate permanently, while the bulk of the Kingdom's residents come here for a while. But there are men who live in the KDM permanently. They are considered the property of the queen and perform all kinds of work for the right to be here and endure humiliation. Mostly these are lovers of sadomasochism, although there are exceptions.
The local stoker, 48-year-old Jos from Holland, was convicted of rape about 20 years ago. After serving his sentence and transferring all his property to the treasury of the Kingdom, he became Her Majesty's slave for life. Thus, Ios decided to atone for his guilt before the women.
What a game
I was able to see the local Queen Patricia I only once - slender, silent, in a fluffy red wig and a sequined ball gown, she opened the hunting season with a wave of her scarf, in which I had the opportunity to participate as game.
Fifteen minutes head start. I'm frantically looking for somewhere to hide. The forest, lightly powdered with snow, looked more like a park, a lake... And then... bam! A chicken egg, launched with all its might, is spreading across the back of my head!
Got it! - squeals a hefty lady in a pink tracksuit. And he raises the egg to shoot at me again!
Soon, tied and chilled, I was taken to the hunters’ camp along with five more “deer” and “boars”. Thank you, at least they didn’t put it on a spit!
Spa slave
Other entertainment in the Kingdom includes a spa, where slaves massage the legs of their mistresses with their lips, a boxing ring (can you guess who is used as punching bags there?), and a slave market, where a citizen can buy herself a “toy” of her choice. And also a nightclub, all the furniture in which is depicted by men. Ladies sit on them, place glasses of drinks on their bent backs and stab them with sharp heels. And when the mood strikes, they reward the “furniture” with kicks.
Get up, you bastards! Or does someone want to go to the punishment cell?! - a lady in a guards uniform is drilling a group of completely naked men under the hotel windows, doing push-ups right in the snow. What a blessing that this is my last morning in the damned Kingdom...
16.04.2016
Don't forget to tell your friends
The honeymoon and the first year of married life are a wonderful, unforgettable time when the relationship between newlyweds is filled with passion and an irrepressible desire for sex. But then, no matter how much the husband and wife love each other, the passion subsides, sex becomes ordinary, one might say monotonous. Even worse, when a couple begins to set a schedule for making love, it’s not far from going “to the left.” A calm family life is pleasing, but each person lacks that sharpness, that special zest that was at the very beginning of the relationship. To prevent this from happening, marriage can be strengthened by inventing role-playing games with your husband.
5 rules that make role-playing games a real pleasure
It’s not enough to come up with a game, it’s not enough for the husband’s consent to participate in this game; in addition, you also need to know the rules and strictly follow them:
1. Give up shyness and embarrassment, the partners should remain completely relaxed;
2. Play your role with all seriousness. If one of the spouses does not transform into his own image, according to the game, nothing will work out, the game will be uninteresting and boring. In the best case, the whole action will end in ordinary sex, and in the worst case, the partner who played for real will be offended, and the spouses will sleep separately;
3. Do not under any circumstances think about how you look from the outside in this or that costume intended for role-playing. Such constraint will not allow you to feel complete pleasure from everything that happens. The essence of the action is to make you look unusual, not the way your husband is used to seeing you;
4. When starting a game for adults, forget about unwashed laundry, an uncleaned house, or an upcoming trip to the market. Throw away all your problems and worries for a while, play and enjoy;
5. Do not try to teach your husband how best to behave in the midst of action; any advice on this matter from your side will ruin the whole game. Give the man the opportunity to express himself the way he wants. This may be unexpected for you, but how interesting!
The most popular role-playing games
What games a couple prefers depends on their secret sexual desires and fantasy. For each action, you must purchase costumes. It is not necessary to go to a sex shop, although there are very unusual costumes on display there; in some cases, clothes can be bought in a regular store. For example, a business suit for a business lady or a flight attendant.
Let's figure out in what image a husband most often wants to see his wife during role-playing games in bed: teacher, governess, nurse, waitress, strict business woman, flight attendant. This choice is explained simply, a man is a breadwinner, a hunter, he enjoys conquering the unattainable. The image of a business woman is perfect for such an occasion, and this also includes the image of a teacher. The rest of the heroines are the personification of sexuality. Their clothing consists of short skirts, open-necked blouses and heeled shoes. The same flight attendant or waitress has a sweet smile on her face, they are ready to serve you. What man could resist something like this in his own bedroom?
Some couples play dominant games of mistress and slave or vice versa. But the main thing here is not to overact if your husband has chosen the role of mistress for you. It is necessary to control the course of the game so as not to hurt men's pride.
There are many options for role-playing games in bed, each couple has their own preferences, their own options, the main thing is that both husband and wife like the action. It is easier to play the role of a maid or stewardess than to find out after a few years of married life that the husband really started an affair with a representative of such a profession. Refresh your feelings, do not keep unused energy within yourself, turn lovemaking with your husband into an interesting and enjoyable game. Your marriage will only benefit from such innovations!
