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You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be
You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be
You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be
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You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be

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Love for one's mother: is it a mental illness? Is there a cure?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 30, 2019
ISBN9780463982631
You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be
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Alexander Ermak

Alexander Ermak is a journalist, writer and playwright; author of short stories, novels, plays and nonfiction. He was born in Novosibirsk. Studied journalism at Lomonosov Moscow State University. Lives and works in Moscow. Finalist of A. Barsukov's Short Story Contest and the Premiere International Playwrighting Contest. Award-winner of the playwrighting contests From the Web onto the Stage and Personality. ... Ермак Александр Николаевич родился в Новосибирске. Окончил факультет журналистики МГУ им. Ломоносова и «Комсомольскую правду». Прозаик и драматург. Финалист конкурса коротких рассказов им. А.Барсукова и международного драматургического конкурса «Премьера». Победитель драматургических конкурсов «Из интернета на сцену» и «Человек».

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    You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be - Alexander Ermak

    Alexander ERMAK

    YOU WERE, YOU ARE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE

    Ermak, Alexander

    You Were, You Are, You Will Always Be (One-act play)

    © А. Ermak, 2019.

    © A.N.Publisher, 2019

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    Love for one's mother: is it a mental illness? Is there a cure?

    He: a young man in white pajamas with a red dotted line on the shaven head.

    She: a middle aged woman wearing a white doctor's smock.

    The room is empty except for a bed, a chair, a table, and a door.

    He (sitting on the edge of the bed, sings):

    "Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest-

    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

    Drink and the devil had done for the rest-

    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

    (Pensively): Rum!.. I want some rum. Mom, I want my rum! Mommy...

    She comes in, with a vase of tulips in her hands and a bag over the shoulder. Places the vase on the floor near the door, then puts the bag on the table and sits down in the chair next to the man.

    She: Oh, boy… Why are you crying? (Embraces him and strokes his head.) I’m here, right next to you.

    He: Mommy, I want my rum.

    She:The very idea!

    He: But I want…

    She: Alcohol doesn't agree with you! Especially today.

    He: But I feel like taking a shot of rum, Mom.

    She (shaking her head, pulls a small paper bag out of her pocket): And how do you feel about taking your medicines?

    He (echoes): Medicines?

    She (pointing at her watch): Yes,

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