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(Characters dressed as Grandmother and Grandfather with red folders in their hands walk very importantly into the middle of the hall). Grandfather: Comrade citizens, we now have to open the official part, Therefore, my Baba and I have the floor to report. Grandmother: Nowadays, let us not be judged, We will have to swear in front of all these people. Grandfather: Our family has deigned to wonder for a long time, How will we congratulate the hero of the day? ... (the name of the son of those congratulating) suggested - Alla Pugacheva. Grandmother:... (name of the congratulatory daughter) - Natasha Koroleva. Grandfather: And... (the name of one of the congratulators) took it and blurted out drunkenly: Let your wife congratulate you! That is, she! (Points to Grandma). I tell him... (name of the congratulator)! It would be better not to mess with her! Grandma: Okay, enough of the snowstorm here. The time has come to congratulate (name of the hero of the day) with a song. Grandfather: Are you going to sing a song? Grandma: Who? A bear stepped on your ear. Grandfather: Don’t tell me about the bear, Grandma. How I sing songs Listen and watch. Better yet, don’t stand there, open your mouth and sing with me! **************************************** ************************ (A remade song for a woman’s anniversary to the tune of the song “How my dear mother saw me off”) They came to celebrate the anniversary - cheerful, We will (name ) congratulations, damn fly. Our birthday girl is beautiful, everyone respects you, you little fly. You're like a queen to us - such luck. Let's keep it up, you idiot! And your hairstyle is a hair, Exactly a whole shock, a plaque-fly. And your figure is that of a fool! You swim like a spider, you little fly. But your outfit is a waste of time, and it suits you so well, damn it. Your hubby is jealous, he’s the only one in the world, he’s a fly. Well, you have a granddaughter, Katyukha, amazingly beautiful, a fly plaque. And there is a golden grandson, his name is Kiryukha. The redder, the more expensive, fly plaque. We all came to the anniversary - a conspiracy, having fun from the heart, damn it. Pour us a glass, your throat is dry. Let's drink to you, you idiot. **************************************** ************** Grandma: Stop fooling around, Grandfather. It's time for us to get down to business. Grandfather: Well, Grandma, you are a hammer! Listen, how old is she? Grandma: In ... (place of residence of the hero of the day) everyone says - 50! Grandfather: They're making noise, Grandma! Look - she's 33 today! Grandma: Yes, our hero of the day is good! And she's pretty. Charming, chic, very, very elegant! I agree with you, Where is our gift? Grandfather: Wait! When friends meet, They are supposed to have a drink. Is there a snack? Grandma: Of course, of course! Grandfather: it won’t hurt us, it won’t ruin our appearance. And will significantly increase your appetite. (Raises glass). For the hero of the day! (They drink). Grandma: Grandfather, it’s time for you and me to finish, Others will congratulate. So let's wrap it up. We have to go to the place. Grandfather: I won’t argue with you, old woman. Apparently you were bitten by a fly. And if so: congratulate me yourself, but don’t close your mouth. Grandma: Our dear friend, ... (name of the hero of the day)! I have long wanted to give you our gift. And receive your kiss as change in addition. Happy anniversary to you! (Gives a gift to the hero of the day, kisses. Grandfather and Grandmother take places at the table) Congratulations from Grandmother and Grandfather
(Characters in the costumes of Grandmother and Grandfather with red folders in their hands very importantly go to the middle of the hall.) Grandfather: Comrade citizens, we must now open official part.
Therefore, I and my Baba have the floor to report. Grandma: Today we (let them not judge us). You'll have to swear in front of all these people. Grandfather: Our family has deigned to guess for a long time. How can we congratulate the hero of the day? ... (the name of the son of those congratulating) proposed Alla to Pugachev. Grandmother: ... (name of the congratulatory daughter) Natasha Koroleva. Grandfather: And ... (the name of one of the congratulators) took it and blurted out drunkenly: Let us congratulate your wife! That is, she! (Points to Grandma.) I tell him: ... (name of the congratulator)! It would be better not to mess with her! Grandma: Okay, enough of the snowstorm here. The time has come to congratulate (name of the hero of the day) with a song. Grandfather: Are you going to sing a song? Grandma: Who? A bear stepped on your ear. Grandfather: About the bear. Grandma, don't tell me. How I sing songs Listen and watch. Better yet, don't stand. Open your mouth and sing with me! (They sing a song to the tune of “Sonya is celebrating her name day.”) Grandfather: (singing) Oh, get ready, both brunettes and blondes! Grandma: (singing) And my grandfather will give you a speech now. Together: (singing) ... (name of the hero of the day) ours celebrates Amenina And all of Odessa should know for this. Ta-ra-ra. touch-touch. touch-touch-tai-rara! Odessa mother, first-tsutsa, first-tsutsa. ... (name of the Jubilee) ours celebrates Amenin. And all of Odessa is lame-dritsa-o-tsatsa. Grandma: (after the song) Grandfather, are your shoes too tight? They are not in Odessa, but in…. (place of residence of the hero of the day) live! Grandfather: And theirs... (place of residence of the hero of the day). That Odessa is a mother! You can talk about her. Are you against it again? Grandma: Yes, I don’t mind. Enough. Grandfather, be a fool. It's time for us to get down to business. Grandfather: Well, Grandma, you are a hammer! Listen, how old is he? Grandmother: In ... (place of residence of the hero of the day) everyone says - 50! Grandfather: They're making a mistake, Grandma! Look - he's 33 today! Grandma: Yes, our birthday boy is good! And he’s handsome. Charming, gallant. Very, very elegant! I agree with you. Where is our gift? Grandfather: Wait! When friends meet, They are supposed to have a drink. Is there a snack? Grandma: Of course, of course! Grandfather: It won't hurt us. Will not spoil the appearance. And will significantly increase your appetite. (Raises his glass.) To the hero of the day! (They drink.) Grandma: Grandfather, it’s time for you and me to finish. Others will congratulate you. So let's wrap it up, we need to go to the place. Grandfather: I won’t argue with you, old woman. Apparently you were bitten by a fly. And if so: congratulate me yourself, but don’t close your mouth. Grandma: Our dear friend... (name of the hero of the day)! I have long wanted to give you our gift. And receive your kiss as change in addition. Happy anniversary to you! (Gives a gift to the hero of the day, kisses. Grandfather and Grandmother take places at the table.) Grandfather: Are you going to sing a song? br /

The scene is comic and funny: WE WERE NOT LIKE THIS!

We bring to your attention the humorous scenario “We weren’t like that!” for a festive concert on Valentine's Day, April Fool's Day, March 8, Mother's Day, Elderly Person's Day. This cool, grotesque script was written by Evelina Pizhenko. Thanks to the author for the wonderful script, talent and kindness.

Comic grotesque scene. Suitable for stage display and other festive events in honor of March 8, April Fool's Day, Elderly Person's Day, Mother's Day.

Author: Evelina Pizhenko

Characters:

GLAFIRA AFINOGENOVNA . An old woman about 70 years old, a pensioner.

DARIA PETROVNA . Glafira's friend, the same age. Also a pensioner.

APOLINARIA FRANCEVNA . Intelligent elderly woman. Ph.D.

LYUSKA . 18-year-old neighbor of Glafira and Daria. Fashionista.

KLAVA . A friend and the same age as Lyuska.

BABA LUSYA . Lyuska after 50 years.

BABA KLAVA . Klava after 50 years.

KATKA . Glamorous 18-year-old neighbor of Baba Lucy and Baba Klava.

NADKA . Katya's friend.

GRANDCHILDREN . Two girls, 10-12 years old, granddaughters of Baba Lucy and Baba Klava.

HOST.

Presenter. Fathers and sons... grandmothers and grandchildren... What familiar problems to everyone. Time flies, but they don’t change. Let’s imagine an evening courtyard fifty years ago...

Grandmothers are sitting on a bench.

DARIA. Afinogenovna, have you heard the news?

GLAFIRA. What, is this about Lyuska from apartment sixteen?

DARIA. No, yesterday they said on radio that ours had flown into space.

GLAFIRA. Oh, what’s going on, what’s going on... Right next to space?!

DARIA. They said it was right next to space. What did you hint about Lyuska? Did you learn something again?

GLAFIRA. Oh, better not ask. I came out of the entrance, and instead of a skirt I had short sleeves, by God, I’m not lying!

DARIA (turns to her, widening his eyes). How's it going?

GLAFIRA. (gets up, lifts up her skirt, shows): and here’s how! Whether there was a skirt or not. Cropped to the point of impossibility! Where are the police looking?!

DARIA (makes a visor of her hand, peers interestedly into the yard). Hasn't she come out yet today?

GLAFIRA. No, I didn't go out.

Apolinaria Frantsevna comes out of the entrance and walks past the bench.

DARIA and GLAFIRA (in unison, with sweet smiles): Hello, Apolinaria Frantsevna!

APOLINARIA. Hello, Glafira Afinogenovna, hello, Daria Petrovna.

DARIA. Keep working, keep working... If only you could sit down with us and sit.

PENLOPE (on the move). Oh, come on, Daria Petrovna, I have absolutely no time, I have students, lectures, I have to prepare every day.

DARIA (feigningly flattering after him). Well, you’re just like a bee... like a bee...

Apolinaria leaves, Daria and Glafira see her off with “friendly” smiles. As soon as Apolinaria disappears from sight, the smiles disappear.

GLAFIRA. (following, sarcastically) She overworked herself, really... She has students... And there’s no one to educate the youth! What to wear!

DARIA. Why listen! Hali-gali, some kind of necks, twists and whistles... Ugh, one hell of a mess!

GLAFIRA (waves her hand, peers into the distance). Quiet! There, there, Lyuska comes out...

DARIA (also cranes her neck). And what the hell is wrong with her?

GLAFIRA. Yes, Klavka, her friend! Oh, what are you doing... What are you doing... Look, I'm so embarrassed!

Lyusya and Klava come out in hairpieces, mini skirts, dressed in the fashion of the 70s of the last century. The grandmothers see them off with disapproving glances, however, these glances contain both envy and genuine interest.

LYUSKA (as usual). Hello, Daria Petrovna!

KLAVA (sarcastically). Hello, Glafira O-fi-no-genovna!

GLAFIRA (purses her lips, watches the girls with a narrowed gaze)). Shame!

DARIA (echoes her). Stramota!

GLAFIRA. Ugh!

DARIA. Where is the Komsomol looking?!

GLAFIRA. Because of your confusion, people are already flying into space! Just not to see you!

DARIA. We need to print them in the wall newspaper!

GLAFIRA. Let's write to Komsomolskaya Pravda! Let them sort out their moral character!

DARIA (she’s already bored, the girls have passed, there’s no one to discuss anymore). Come to me, I have a notebook and a pen always ready.

GLAFIRA (willingly). Went! (Leave)

Presenter: Almost half a century has passed...

On stage: the same courtyard, the same bench. Baba Lyusya and Baba Klava, aged 50 years, are sitting on a bench, both with tablets. They are recognizable - they wear skirts and sweaters of the same color as in their youth, only not so provocative that they are called, according to their age, the same handbags, the same platform sandals. They sit on opposite sides of the bench, engrossed in correspondence, and do not see each other.

BABA LUSYA. (writes on a tablet and voices it at the same time). Hello, Klav-di-ya.

BABA KLAVA. (reads, then answers, writes) Hm... Hello, Claudia... Oh! Lyuska has entered the chat! (writes) Lord, my friend...

BABA LUSYA. (reads, then speaks to the audience) Klavka is kidding, it’s such an infection... (writes) Are you coming?

BABA KLAVA. (Reads, then writes) I am Tuta.

BABA LUSYA. (Reads) Tu-ta... (writes) Come on, you go, I'm already here...

BABA KLAVA (indignantly). Well, here it is, as always! I am here, she is there... The devil is always carrying her around somewhere. (Writes) Come on, you go, you’re not the only one who’s boring...

BABA LUSYA. (writes) Sam-ma you-ho-di, sta-ra-ya ve-shal-ka.

BABA KLAVA. The old one! (can’t stand it, pulls out her mobile phone, dials the number. Lucy has a call, she pulls out the phone and puts it to her ear) No, well, Lyuska... what are you doing?! What kind of sucker am I supposed to call you from my phone? Where are you, in person?

BABA LUSYA. I, in nature, am here, on the bench. Where are you, Klav?

Both finally turn around and see each other.

BABA KLAVA (stunned). Wow, and here you are! And I thought you were there.

BABA LUSYA. And I'm here. I wrote and wrote to you by email... But I don’t see that you’re there!

BABA KLAVA. And I wrote and wrote this to you by email. And I don’t see it either... Listen, you have a cool tablet.

BABA LUSYA (boastfully). My granddaughter gave it to me! Well, show me yours... That’s okay too...

BABA KLAVA. And my granddaughter gave it to me! He says, take it, grandma, use it!

Grandmothers look at each other's tablets.

BABA KLAVA. Lyusk, have you heard the news?

BABA LUSYA. Which one? About Katka from the eighteenth?

BABA KLAVA. What a Katya... They say the Americans have launched a new iPhone! Chinese!

BABA LUSYA. What are you talking about! It’s yours... Really, they’ve already launched it?!

BABA KLAVA. Yes, so that my modem is covered! I'm not lying! Why were you hinting about Katka?

BABA LUSYA. Yes, the other day I went to her page in Odnoklassniki! The photos are amazing! In only shorts! And the dresses are like sleeves, you see! Look for yourself!

BABA KLAVA. Well... (pretends to enter “OK” from the tablet). Here she is... Avatar... Oh, what's he doing... what's he doing! Shame!!!

BABA LUSYA. Stramota!!! We didn’t dress like that in our time!

BABA KLAVA. Let’s write to her on the forum... (writes)

BABA LUSYA. What did you write there? (Looks in, reads) Let's go...

Both are cackling. Then they look at each other, again take on a disapproving expression on their faces, pursing their lips.

BABA KLAVA. Shame on you!

BABA LYUBA. Stramota!

BABA KLAVA. Oh look, I got a message!

BABA LYUBA. Well, what's there? (Pushes him to the side) Grandfather probably decided to hook up with someone?

BABA KLAVA. Yes, it must hurt... (Reads) Good old hockey stick... Get ready... I'm leaving... Katka!

The full version of the script can be ordered from the author below:

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The low price is a modest thank you to the author for his work.

The duration of the script is ten to fifteen minutes. Using this scenario, you can lift the holiday spirit of your viewers!

Sincerely yours, author Evelina Pizhenko.