Scene 3: Outside street. Prime Minister, interpreter, policeman, Varya.
Background noise of street: in the distance whistles and crowd noise.
Policeman: Where are you going? (whistles) Lady with the bag!
Varya (approaching): But this is a pedestrian crossing! And there isn't any traffic. Your traffic lights have probably broken down ...
Policeman: Don't you understand Russian? Back on the pavement I said!
Sound of approaching cars
Varya: Here stop pulling my bag! Ah, now look what you've done. The handle's broken! My apples!
Screech of brakes
Policeman (grumbling): Never mind your apples! You've stopped the convoy now. Can't you see?
Varya: I won't be a minute. I'll just pick these up ...
(Car doors slam)
Policeman: I think you and me had better go down to the station ...
Prime Minister (approaching three steps): Are you all right? Can I help you?
Varya (picking up her apples): No, no don't trouble yourself. I'll pick them up myself.
Policeman (going off): Right you can sort this one out on your own.
Interpreter: Do you speak English?
Varya: No, of course not.
Prime Minister: Have you picked up all your apples?
Varya: Mr Blair? Very nice to meet you. And I am Varya Vasilevna. Take some of my apples. They're very good. No chemicals in them, straight from our orchard in Yelets.
Prime Minister (surprised): From another city? But aren't there any apples in Moscow?
Varya: Of course there are! We have everything here. It's just a bit expensive.
Interpreter (translates fast and quietly)
Prime Minister: I see. Do you find it quite difficult to get by?
Varya: Me? No. Not at all.
Prime Minister: How are you coping with all the changes?
Varya: We live very well. We have everything we want. A flat, and a country cottage. We've got two children ... They're grown up now ... a boy and a girl ...Reuse content