Сценарий к спектаклю «Маленький принц»

The Little Prince

ACTORS:

Ваня - пилот

Варя - маленький принц

Катя - роза

Тимофей - король

Коля - Тщеславный человек

Гоша - бизнесмен

Юра - фонарщик

Катя - Географ

Даша - лис

Денис - железнодорожник

Ваня: Once when I was 6 years old I saw a biautiful picture in a book

about the primeval forest called True Stories. It showed a boa

constrictor swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

Ваня: I then reflected deeplu upon the adventures in the jungle and in

turn making my first drawing with a colour pencil. My drawing No.

1 was like this.

Ваня: I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them

whether the drawing frightened them.

Ваня: My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

Ваня: The grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside

my drawings.

Ваня: So then I chose another job, and learned to pilot air-planes. I have

flown a little over all parts of the world.

Ваня: I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to,

until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six

years ago. Something was broken in my engine. On the first night, I

went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human

habitation. So you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when an

odd little voice woke me up.

Варя: please, draw me a sheep!

Ваня: What?

Варя: Draw me a sheep!

Ваня: But, what are you doing here?

Варя: please, draw me a sheep...

Варя: No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another.

Don’t you see that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns.

This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time.

Ваня: This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside.

Варя: That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep

will have to have a great deal of grass?

Ваня: Why?

Варя: Because where I live everything is very small... Look! He has gone

to sleep...

Варя: What is that object?

Ваня: It is not an object. It flies. It is an air-plane. It is my air-plane.

Варя: What! You dropped down from the sky?

Ваня: Yes

Варя: So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?

Ваня: And where do you come from, my little fellow?

Варя: my planet is very small.

Варя: If I have told you these details about my planet and revealed its

number to you, it is on account of the grown-ups. Grown-ups love

figures. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like?

What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” They

ask you : “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much

does he weigh? How much money does his father earn?”. My

planet is Asteroid B-612

A sheep; if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?

Ваня: A sheep eats anything it comes across.

Варя: My flower is somewhere out there… but if the sheep eats the

flower, it is for me as if all of a sudden all the stars went dark!

Варя: I will tell you a story of my flower. She was very vain! And then

one morning when the sun was rising, she suddenly showed

herself.

Катя: Ah! I’m only half awake… Forgive me… I’m still quite dishevelled…

Варя: Oh! How beautiful you are!

Катя: Am I not? And I was born the same time as the sun…

I believe it’s time for breakfast. Would you be kind enough to

attend to my needs… I hate draughts. You wouldn’t have a screen

for me by any chance? in the evening I want you to put me under a

glass dome. It is very

cold here where you live. And rather incomfortable.

Варя: when I watered the flower for the last time and prepared to place

her under her glass dome, I felt like crying.

Варя: Goodbye, goodbye.

Катя: I’ve been silly. Please, forgive me. Try to be happy. Leave that

dome alone. I don’t want it any longer.

Варя: But the wind..

Катя: My cold is not that bad… The cool night air will do me good. I am

a flower.

Варя: But what about animals…

Катя: I am not afraid of them. I have my claws. You have decided to

leave, so leave.

Ваня: The first asteroid was inhabited by a king.

Тимофей: Ah! Here comes the subject. Come a little closer so that I may

see you better. It is a contrary to etiquette to yawn in the

presence of a king.

Варя: I cannot help it. O have come on a long journey and I haven’t sleep

at all.

Тимофей : In which case I order you to yawn. Come now! Yawn again.It

is an order.

Варя : You are frightening me… I cannot yawn any more…

Тимофей: If I ordered a general to change himself into a sea-bird, and if

the general did not obey, it wouldn’t be tha general’s fault.

Варя: May I sit down?

Тимофей: I order you to sit down.

Варя: Over what you rule?

Тимофей: Over everything.

Варя: Over everything? Over all that?

Тимофей: Over all that.

Варя: And the stars obey?

Тимофей: Of course they obey.

Варя: I should like to see a sunset… Please, do me that kindness… order

the sun to set…

Тимофей: You shall have your sunset. I shall demand it. But, in

accordance with scientific government, I shall wait until all

conditionals are favourable.

Варя: I have nothing more to do here.

Варя: So I’ll be on my way

Тимур: Don’t leave, I’ll make you a minister!

Варя: A minister of what?

Тимур: Of… of justice!

Варя: But there is nobody here to judge!

Тимур: Then you should judge yourself, that is the most difficult thing of

all.

Варя: As far as I am concerned, I can judge myself anywhere. I don’t

have to live here.

Grown-ups are very strange.

Коля: Aha! Here comes an admirer!

Варя: Good-morning. You are wearing a funny kind of hat.

Коля: It is a hat for salutes. Clap your hands. Do you really admire me

very much?

Варя: What does “admire” means?

Коля: To admire means that you consider me the handsomest, the best

dressed, the richest and the most intelligent man on this planet.

Варя: But you are all alone on your planet!

Коля: Do me the kindness. Admire me all the same!

Варя: I admire you. Grown-ups are really very odd.

Варя: Good-morning.

Гоша: Three plus two make five. Five plus seven make twelve. Twelve

plus three make fifteen. Good morning. Fifteen plus seven make

twenty-two. Twenty-two plus six make twenty-eight. I haven’t time

to light it again. Twenty-six and five make thirty-one. Phew ! Then

that makes five-hundred-and-one-million,

six-hundred-twenty-two-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one.

Варя: Five hundred million of what?

Гоша: Of those odjects one sometimes sees in the sky.

Варя: Flies?

Гоша: Oh no.

Варя: Bees?

Гоша: Oh no, small golden objects.

Варя: Ah! You mean the stars?

Гоша: Yes, that’s it. The stars.

Варя: And what do you do with them?

Гоша: Nothing. I own them.

Варя: And what use is it to you to own the stars?

Гоша: It makes me rich.

Варя: Grown-ups are certainly absolutely extraordinary.

Варя: Good-morning, sir. Why have you just put out your lamp?

Юра: Those are the orders.

Варя: What are the orders?

Юра: The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good-evening.

Варя: But why have you just lit it again?

Юра: Those are the orders.

Варя: I don’t understand.

Юра: There is nothing to understand. Orders are orders. Good-morning.

My calling is a terrible one. In the old days it was reasonable. I put

out the lamp in the morning and lit it again in the evening. For the

rest of the day, I could relax and for the rest of the night I could

sleep. From year to year, the speed of the planet’s rotation has

increased considerably and the orders have not been changed! We

have already been talking together for a whole month.

Варя: That man is the only one I could have made my friend. But this

planet is really too small. There is not enough room for two.

Катя С.: Oh look! Here comes an explorer! Where do you come from?

Варя: What is this thick book? What are you doing here?

Катя: I am a geographer.

Варя: What is a geographer?

Катя: A geographer is a scholar who knows the location of all the seas,

the rivers, the cities, the mountains and the deserts. You are an

explorer!

You must describe your planet to me!

Варя: Oh! Where I live it is not very interesting because it is so small. I

have three volcanoes. Two are active and the third is extinct. But

one never knows.

Катя: One never knows.

Варя: I also have a flower.

Катя: We don’t record flowers.

Варя: Why not! It is the prettiest thing on my planet!

Катя: Because flowers are ephemeral.

Варя: What place would you advise me to visit now?

Катя: The planet Earth, it has a good reputation.

So then the seventh planet was the Earth.

The Earth is not just an ordinary planet!

One can count, there 111 kings (not mention the Negro kings, of

course), 7000 geographers, 900,000 businessmen, 7,500,000

drunkards, 311,000,000 conceited individuals - in other words,

approximately two thousand million growns-ups.

To give you an idea of the size of the Earth, I shall explain that

before the invention of electricity throughout the six continents, a

veritable army of 462,511 lamplighters for the street lamps. Seen

from a little distance, the effect was magnificent.

The movements of this army were regulated like those of the

ballet. First came the turn of the lamplighters of New Zealand and

Australia. Then, having set their lamps alight, they would go off to

sleep. Next, the lamplighters of China and Siberia would join the

dance. After which they too would disappear in the wings. Then

came the turn of the lamplighters of Russia and the Indies; then

those of Africa and Europe, then those of South America; then

those of North America. And they never made a mistake in the

order of their entry to the stage. It was fabulous.

Only the man in charge of the single lamp at the North Pole, and his

colleague who was responsible for the single lamp at the South

Pole, could enjoy a carefree life of laziness: they only worked twice

a year.

Варя: Good-morning.

Эхо : Good-morning…Good-morning…Good-morning…

Варя: Who are you?

Эхо : Who are you… Who are you… Who are you…

Варя: Be my friends, I am alone.

Эхо : I am all alone…all alone…all alone…

Варя: What a strange planet!

Даша: Good-morning.

Варя: Good-morning

Даша: I am here under the apple tree.

Варя: Who are you?

Даша: I am a fox.

Варя: Come and play with me.

Даша: I cannot play with you. I am not tame. You do not live here. What

are you looking for?

Варя: I am looking for men.

Даша: I beg of you… tame me!

Варя: Willingly, but I haven’t got much time. What should I do?

Даша: You must be very patient. First, you will sit down at a little

distance from me, like that in the grass. I shall watch you out of the

corner of my eye and you will say nothing. Words are a source of

misunderstandings. But every day, you can sit a little closer to me…

You should have come back at the same time. If for example you

come at four o’clock in the afternoon, I shall start feeling happy

at three o’clock. As the time passes, I shall become agitated and

happier.

Варя: Thus it was that I tamed the fox.

Даша: Oh!… I shall cry.

Варя: Goodbye.

Даша: Goodbye, now here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with

one’s heart that one can see clearly. But you must not forget it. For

what you have tamed, you become responsible forever.

Варя: Good-morning

Денис: Good-morning

Варя: What do you do here?

Денис: I sort out the travellers.

Варя: They are in great hurry, what are they looking for?

Денис: The locomotive driver doesn’t even know himself.

Варя: Are they already coming back?

Денис: Those are not the same ones. It is an exchange.

Варя: They are not satisfied where they were?

Денис: No one is ever satisfied where he is.

Варя: It was now eight days since I had broken donw in the desert.

Ваня: These memories of yours are quite delightful, but I haven’t yet

succeeded in repairing my plane. I have no water to drink.

Варя: I am too thirsty… Let’s go and look for a well… What makes the

desert so beautiful is that it hides a well, somewhere.

Ваня: How strange, everything is ready: the pulley, the bucket and the

rope…

When I came back from my work on the following evening, I saw

from some distance my little prince sitting on the wall, his legs

dangling.

Варя: Now go away… I want to get down!

Ваня: Whereupon I dropped my eyes to the foot of the wall and what I

saw made me leap in the air! It was there, raising its head towards

the little prince, one of those yellow snakes which can kill you in a

matters of seconds.

Варя: I’m so glad you discovered ehat was the matter with your engine.

Now you can go home…

When you look up at the sky at night, since I shall be living on one

of the stars and laughing on one of them.

Ваня: And now, six years have already gone by… I have never before

told this story. But one thing worries me. I keep wondering what has

happend on his planet.

If a child comes towards you, if he laughs, if he has golden locks

and if he refuses to unswer questions, you will surely guess who he

is. So be kind! Write to me quickly to tell me that he has come

back…