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CRÃIASA  ZÃPEZII

Basm-teatral / Operã-rock de TRAIAN SAVINESCU dupã H.Ch.Andersen                                                                                  

PERSONAJE

Crãiasa Zãpezii                      Kariboo (ren)             Doc (Cioarã)               Baba (Paianjen2)

Gerda                         Demonul Oldprőn                  Red spy (paianjen1)    Nanik (Iepure)

Edgar                         Vip Lou (vulpe)                      Wonk-I   (maimuţã)    Sőrmå  (morsã)

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SCENA 1.

Demonul Oldprőn şi Oglinda                  UVERTURà  (fãrã text)                                                                                                     În strãfundul Pãmântului, Demonul Oldprőn conduce un ritual de   fabricare (turnare) a sticlei şi a Oglinzii Magice, oglindã care dezvãluie privitorilor imaginea deformatã a sufletelor acestora;                                                                                                                               Spargerea Oglinzii şi împrãştierea cioburilor menite sã otrãveascã ochii şi inimile oamenilor.

SCENA 2.

Renul Kariboo  :                                        –CÂNTARE DE VISCOL             / rap /                                                                                        I.“În marea albã de zãpadã inot ca-ntr-un bazin                                                                            Ador zãpada,da, o-ador, dar ce-i acum, aici, e prea de tot                                                                Vântul turbat loveşte  în mine ca într-un sac, … mã clatin                                                     Ar vrea sã mã vadã-necat , mã doare-n cot!                                                                                             Ar vrea sã mã vadã-n genunchi, sã nu mai pot                                                                                                                 Dar chiar dacã drumul  e-un chin                                                                                              Nu sunt deloc, deloc, deloc dispus sã mã închin!                                                                          Încerc  sã îmi revin din şoc şi sã respir lejer                                                                                                  Frigul mã arde-n tãlpi şi în plãmâni cu ger!                                                                                                                                         II.  “Mã-nfund în zapadã, nici urmã de drum                                                                                                      Nu vãd nici o casã, nici coşuri de fum                                                                                                                                Busola-i stricatã nu mai gãseşte polul magnetic,                                                                                     Mã-nvârt în cercul polar ca un bezmetic                                                                                          N-am G.P.eS , nici snow-mobil nu mi-am tras                                                                                 Dar sper s-ajung teafãr, puţin mi-a mai rãmas!”

– Salut, copii! Eu sunt Kariboo, renul. Nu orice ren, desigur, cãci sunt un ren povestitor! Şi pentru cã sunt şi fermecãtor, nu-i aşa, voi încãleca …pe sania mea şi am sã vã spun povestea… cu crãiasa, Crãiasa Zãpezilor, zisã şi Zâna Gheţurilor!….Gherda, Gherda, trezeşte-te!… Edgar, hei Edgar, nu mai dormi! E ziua Gherdei azi…sau ai uitat?!.

SCENA 3.                         Prietenii: EDGAR şi GERDA

Edgar: – La mulţi ani, Gerda!…Ce frumoasã eşti!                                                                                       Gerda: – Un trandafir?! Vai, ce delicat!                                                                                                                           Edgar: – Îţi mulţumesc!                                                                                                                             Gerda: – De trandafir ziceam cã-i delicat!                                                                                               Edgar: – Iar eu ziceam de mine. N-am uitat!                                                                                               Gerda: – Edgar, glumeam!                                                                                                                           Edgar: – Şi eu!…Mai am surprize pentru tine. Ajutã-mã!… (fac un om de zãpadã)…Hai, trage!..Mai pune umãrul şi tu, Kariboo!                                                                                                                                                                    Gerda: – Aratã chiar cum l-am visat!…E rotofei ca tine!                                                                                           Edgar: – Ba, seamãnã cu tine dacã-i pun şi mãtura!       Gerda: – Cãciula-i ca a ta!                                                                                                                             Edgar: – Cu nasu-n vânt, sunteţi la fel!                                                                                                                         Gerda: – În mânã ce-ai?                                                                                                                                           Edgar: – Doar un bãnuţ!..A dispãrut!…A apãrut…al doilea!…şi încã unul!                                                                                         Gerda: – Sã-i punem ochi!…Şi asta, ce mai e?                                                                                                                              Edgar: – Un mozaic!                                                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Un puzzle?!..Pot sã încerc?…Ajutã-mã!..Tu eşti maestrul!                                                                              Edgar: – Ei, ce zici?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Gerda: – Încã o floare!…Încã un trandafir!…Şi încã unul mare!

SCENA 4                                      -CIOBURI-

Edgar: – Ah, ochiul meu!….Şi inima!                                                                                                                                     Gerda: – Ce s-a-ntâmplat?                                                                                                                                              Edgar: – Mã arde!..Parcã-n ochi m-a sãgetat…şi parcã-n inimã!                                                                             Gerda: – Stai, nu mişca!…Aşa!…Nu vãd nimic!                                                                                                               Edgar: – Poate mi s-a pãrut!…Hai, lasã-mã!…Vezi-ţi de trabã!                                                                                                                       Gerda: – Dar…Edgar!                                                                                                                                                       Edgar: – De ce te smiorcãi?..Eşti urâtã!…Ce te hlizeşti la puzzle-ul acela caraghios şi rãsuflat?!                                                       Gerda: – Edgar, ce s-a-ntâmplat?                                                                                                                     Edgar: – Ziceai cã seamãnã cu mine?…                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Ce faci cu omul de zãpadã?!…Edgar!!                                                                                                                                Edgar:  – Îmi iau bãnuţii înapoi…De jocurile astea de doi bani m-am sãturat!Gerda: – Stai, Edgar, nu pleca…de ce te-ai supãrat?!

                    SCENA 5                                     –VASUL FANTOMÃ-

Crãiasa: – Vino, Edgar!…. Corabia te-aşteaptã!                                                                                                     Edgar: – Tu eşti…Crãiasa…mi-e fricã!                                                                                                                                      Crãiasa: – Vino!..În blana vulpii argintii te încãlzeşte!                                                                                                            Edgar: – Corabia…Aş vrea sã pot pluti pe marea de zãpadã!                                                                                                  Crãiasa: – Mai tremuri?..Nu?..Atunci, curaj şi treci la cârmã!                                                                                                            Edgar: – Pânzele sus!…Sus ancora!…Plutim!…Talazuri de zãpadã ne izbesc din pãrţi!                 Crãiasa: – Spre Pol!..Spre Nord!..Spre Miazãnoapte!                                                                                                  Edgar: – Un mic ocol peste oraş!…Uite un ren!                                                                                                                              Kariboo: – Edgar! Edgar!                                                                                                                                                   Edgar: – Hei, Kariboo, salut!                                                                                                                                              Kariboo: – Edgar, rãmâi!…Stai, nu pleca!                                                                                                                  Edgar: – Eşti mic şi caraghios!…Şi tot mai mic!…Ai mai crescut puţin dar caraghios tot ai rãmas!                            Crãiasa: – Edgar, atenţie!…Timona!…Cârma!                                                                                                                 Edgar: – Schimbãm direcţia?…                                                                                                                                   Crãiasa: – În sus, spre Aurora Borealã!

SCENA 6                                     GERDA-KARIBOO-

Kariboo: – Gerda, hei, Gerda! Edgar a..                                                                                                                                                                                     Gerda: – Kariboo?!                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Kariboo: – Edgar  a dispãrut!…De fapt…a plecat!…L-am vãzut!                                                                                          Gerda: – Era tot supãrat?                                                                                                                                                            Kariboo: – Râdea ciudat când mi-a trântit coroana-n cap!                                                                                                                                           Gerda: – Coroana asta…Coroane  ca aceasta aduna, nu arunca!…Ce l-o fi apucat?                                                                                                                                                          Kariboo: – Când se-nsera, pe geamul îngheţat lipea bãnuţul încãlzit pe plitã şi privea afarã.  Gerda: – Spre fereastra mea?                                                                                                                                             Kariboo: – Spre Piaţa Mare, Turnul cu Ceas…                                                                                                         Gerda: – Nu spre fereastra mea?…                                                                                                                            Kariboo: – Spre sãniile mari zburând trase de cai…                                                                                                 Gerda: – ?!                                                                                                                                                                                    Kariboo: – Şi spre fereastra ta, micuţã Gerda!                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Aşa da!…Unde spuneai cã l-ai vãzut pe Edgar…cu coroana?                                                                                            Kariboo: – Zbura şi el dar fãrã sanie şi fãrã cai…parcã plutea                                                                                     Gerda: – Coroana te-a lovit cam tare….eşti atins!                                                                                                                                 Kariboo: – Era pe o corabie..şi lângã el… o vulpe argintie!                                                                                                               Gerda: – Un sloi de gheaţã sã-ţi pui pe cucui…poate-ţi revii!                                                                     Kariboo: – Eu cred c-a fost rãpit!                                                                                                                                          Gerda: – De cine şi de ce?                                                                                                                                                                Kariboo: – De ce, pot bãnui….iar cine, pot ghici!                                                                                                                                               Gerda: – Spune Kariboo!

Kariboo: – Crãiasa Zãpezii!!              CÂNTARE DESPRE DEMONUL-OGLINZII- (“Ştiai?”)

Gerda: – [Astea-s poveşti, Kariboo; ştiu şi eu povestea Crãiesei Zãpezii! Cu Gretchen şi Kai, Zâna Grãdinii Fermecate, Lapona, Finlandeza…Mi-a spus-o bunica!                                                         Kariboo:[ Încã nu vezi asemãnarea dar aşteaptã! Ştiai tu cã bãtrânul diavol Oldprőn, ca sã se-amuze, a fãcut un cub-oglindã, o oglindã strâmbã, în care cine se privea era sluţit şi urâţit? Ştiai?! Ştiai cã vrând sã se-nalţe pânã sus în ceruri, la Dumnezeu, sã-şi râdã şi de El, înspãimântat de-alaiul îngerilor ce pãzeau intrarea, demonul a scãpat oglinda, care s-a fãcut ţãndãri?! Ştiai?! Ştiai cã, cioburi mari şi mici, mii, milioane, în lume s-au împrãştiat şi-ntrând în inimile unora le-a îngheţat simţirea, în ochii altora intrând le-a deformat vederea şi i-a fãcut sã vadã totul pe dos, schimonosit, urât şi neplãcut?!                                                                                            Gerda: – Atunci, când Edgar s-a simţit lovit în piept şi-atins în ochi, deşi n-am vãzut rãni, nici eu nici el, sã fi fost cioburile din oglinda demonului…                                                                                                  Kariboo: – …chiar cruntul şi cãruntul Oldprőn!                                                                                                     Gerda: – Înseamnã cã Edgar a fost într-adevãr rãpit şi e-n pericol! Eu merg sã-l caut…Aşteaptãmã, Kariboo!….Nu pleca!…]                                                                                                  Kariboo: – S-aştept?!…Dar eu n-am spus cã merg!…Am spus eu asta?..N-am spus nici cã nu merg!..Dacã Împãrãteasa Gheţurilor, Crãiasa, îşi pune mintea cu mine, sunt pierdut! Iar, sã dau nas în nas, cu ea….simt cã mã ia cu frig, simt cã-mi îngheaţã sângele în vine!…                                              Gerda: – Era sã uit de trandafir!…Pune-l la tine, Kariboo!… Eşti gata?                                                                                Kariboo – Ştii, Gerda, mã gândeam sã stãm…sã chibzuim…                                                                                  Gerda: – Mai bine sã pornim, cã e târziu…n-aş vrea s-ajungem…prea târziu!..Dacã ţi-e teamã, Kariboo,  pot sã-nţeleg!                                                                                                                                    Kariboo: – Teamã?!…Lui Kariboo?!…Am spus eu cã mã tem…sau cã nu merg?!…Am spus eu, asta?!…Cã nu merg?!…Sunt gata sã dau piept, oricând, cu ea…cu…cu Crãiasa!

Nu pot sã stau când e nevoie de mine                                                                                                        Deşi mi-e fricã din drum nu m-opresc                                                                                                                                                                Lupt cu nãmeţi, cu vânturi şi ploi                                                                                                                                                       Spre Steaua Polarã mã-ndrept                                                                                                                                  Dar parcã ea s-ar teme şi dã înapoi! (bis)

Gerda: – Kariboo, sclipeşte ceva pe gheaţã!                                                                                                               Kariboo: – Ai grijã!                                                                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Bãnuţul!…Bãnuţul lui Edgar!                                                                                                                                Kariboo: – Vezi sã n-aluneci!…Gherda!                                                                                                             Gerda: – A pornit!                                                                                                                                                        Kariboo: – Ţine-te bine!…Sã nu cazi!                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Mã ia un val …                                                                                                                                                   Kariboo: – Vin şi eu …pe mal!                                                                                                                                                 Gerda: – …Kariboo!… Aaa!…Tu cine eşti?…Eşti vulpe?!                                                                                                                VIP  Lou: – …Sã zicem, un vulpoi!..sunt VIP în zonã…Poţi sã-mi zici Lou!                                                                      Gerda: – Mã ia cu frig! …Lou!                                                                                                                                                      VIP Lou: – La mine-i cald! Ti-e teamã?                                                                                                                                   Gerda: – Ah, nu…Am mai vãzut unul aşa ca tine într-o vitrinã, la gâtul unui manechin!                                               VIP Lou: – Te rog nu-mi aminti!…E-un chin..Mai bine ţine-te de mine!                                                                                  Gerda: – E cald şi bine-aici la tine…dar e cam beznã.                                                                                                          Vip Lou: – Ce-i cu bãnuţul ãsta?                                                                                                                                                                     Gerda: – E semn cã Edgar a trecut pe-aici!…Edgar!…                                                                                                         Vip Lou: – ….Poate în zbor!                                                                                                                                                                  Gerda:  – Zicea ceva Kariboo…cum cã plutea…şi conducea ‘corabia vãzduhului’!                                                              

VIP Lou: – S-a înserat, eşti ostenitã de pe drum! …Întinde-te!..Ţi-am pregãtit culcuşul, dormi! Gerda: – Kariboo?…Prietenul meu, renul?…şi Edgar, oare unde-o fi?

SCENA 7.           PALATUL CRÃIESEI  ZÃPEZII- (Arie “În lumea mea”)

Crãiasa Zãpezii: – Edgar, bine-ai venit!                                                                                                                                                      Edgar: – Palatul de Gheaţã!..Credeam cã-s doar poveşti!…Câtã perfecţiune!                                                    Crãiasa: – Cum ţi-ai dorit!                                                                                                                                               Edgar: – Mi-e frig!…Simt cã îngheţ!                                                                                                                     Crãiasa: – Sãrutã-mã şi nu vei mai simţi nimic!…Şi vei uita!                                                                                   Edgar: – Nu mai simt frigul, oboseala!…Mã pot mişca uşor…şi alerga…şi…Ah, toatã viaţa am visat…                                                                                                                                                                   Crãiasa: – Ştiu cã-ţi plac calculele, mãsurãtorile şi jocul de puzzle….                                                                      Edgar:  – Patine?… Noi!…Patine noi?!                                                                                                            Crãiasa: – Din formele acestea de gheaţã, şi ele aproape perfecte, vreau sã refaci un cub!…Când vei încheia de fãcut cubul, îţi vei recãpãta, pentru totdeauna, libertatea.                                                           Edgar: – Primesc. Sper sã nu  mã ţinã o ‘’veşnicie’’ sã dau de cap acestui puzzle!…Rãmâi !                               Crãiasa: – Sunt aşteptatã înspre Miazã-Zi.  În Sud e prea mult soare!…E cazul sã-nceteze!… Succes, Edgar!                                                                                                                                                                     Edgar: – Drum bun, Crãiasã!

SCENA  8.           –VIZUINA-BLUES PENTRU LOU- (“Aici timpul”)

Vip Lou:

“Stãteam în ostrov, cu ochii pierduţi spre-ntinsul ocean                                                                                         De plictisealã cãtând în zare printr-un ochean                                                                                                                   Sperând sã vinã…ea                                                                                                                                      Sã vinã…cineva…                                                                                                                       Da,da,da….da,da,da…”

Gerda: – Ştii,…Lou,…am visat cã am ajuns la Palatul de Gheaţã şi Edgar …                                                           Vip Lou: – O clipã! Stai, sã nu uit! …Tu pune masa, bine?                                                                                            Gerda: – Ce faci?…E-un joc!                                                                                                                                            Vip Lou: – Sã zicem cã-i aşa!..Ce-ai vrea sã guşti de dimineaţã?…Nu te uita!…Doar gustã!                                  Gerda: – Pâine cu unt şi cu dulceaţã?!…De unde ai ştiut cã asta mi-am dorit!                                              Vip Lou: – Mai vrei… şi altceva?…                                                                                                                                    Gerda: – ….La turtã dulce mã gândeam…şi baclava!..Vãd numai struguri!…Struguri  rosii!..Cum ai fãcut?                                                                                                                                                                                       Vip Lou: – Tu ţi-ai dorit, strugurii au împlinit!                                                                                                                           Gerda: – Nici n-am visat cã s-ar putea-ntâmpla aşa ceva!…Auzi acolo…baclava!..Grozav!                                   Vip Lou: – Ziceai ceva de vis,….cã ai visat azi-noapte un palat, palat de gheaţã!                                                                              Gerda: – Nu-mi amintesc sã fi visat aşa ceva!                                                                                                                                     Vip Lou: – Zici c-ai uitat!…Buni struguri!                                                                                                                                Gerda: – Tu nu mãnânci?!                                                                                                                                                         Vip Lou: – Pentru o vulpe strugurii sunt acri!…E chiar şi o poveste….Am sã ţi-o spun cândva!                   Gerda: – Dar strugurii aceştia roşii sunt dulci!                                                                                                             Vip Lou: – Prefer carne natur, pe bazã de şoricei şi …peşte, râul e-aproape…….sunt bun pescar! Gerda: – Ce facem astãzi, Lou?                                                                                                                                             Vip Lou: – Am un tablou de terminat!…Tu mã vei ajuta!                                                                                                                          Gerda: – Crezi c-aş putea continua tabloul tãu?                                                                                                               Vip Lou: – Mai rãu de-atât nu-l poţi strica!                           BLUES–  (p.2)

“Stãteam în ostrov, cu ochii pierduţi spre-ntinsul ocean                                                                                                                                                 De plictisealã cãtând în zare printr-un ochean                                                                                                      Sperând sã vinã…ea / Sã vinã…cineva… / Da,da,da….da,da,da…                                                                                             De aşteptare am nãpârlit în ultimul hal                                                                                                                                  Din coada-mi alba a mai rãmas un capãt banal                                                                                                                          Dar n-am abandonat…                                                                                                                                               Mi-am luat chiar…de pictat…../ Şi-am aşteptat…./ Şi n-am mai plecat!…

Gerda: – Dac’ar fi dupã mine….i-aş pune o culoare, ceva vesel, în vârful crenguţei, ar putea sã parã ca o floare!                                                                                                                                                             Vip Lou: – N-am decât…                                                                                                                                                    Gerda: – Aici ar merge altceva!                                                                                                                                           Vip Lou: – Ce faci cu strugurii?!                                                                                                                                                             Gerda: – Am sã strivesc vreo cţiva!…Aşa!…Ah!…Ah!…Ştiu floarea asta!                                                                                      Vip Lou: – Şterge-o degrabã!                                                                                                                                                   Gerda: – Stai, Lou!…Stai!…E-un trandafir!!…Edgar mi-a dat un trandafir!…Cum am putut sã uit de Edgar?…Trebuie sã plec!…….Kariboo, ajutor

SCENA  9.                   –MELOTHERAPY-

Kariboo: – Gerda, vin!                                                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Kariboo!….Te-ai udat tot!…De ce-ai intrat în apã?…O sã rãceşti!                                                                                 Kariboo: – Sã mergem, nu-i de stat!…Înfofoleşte-te!                                                                                            Gerda: – Şi tu?                                                                                                                                                                                          Kariboo: – Rezist!…..Ba, mint!….Simt cã îngheţ!                                                                                               ……………………..                                                  REANIMARE-  (“Am şi ajuns în Rai?”)                                                                                                                            Wonk-I-Dok:                                                                                                                                                                          Doc: – Aici, la baza crengilor!…O fetiţã!Şi animalul!                                                                                                      Wonk-I: – Comprese?…Frecţii?                                                                                                                                                                       Doc: – Frecţie cu oţet!…Dã-i pe la nas!… Încornoratul e mai grav!…Fetiţo, cum te cheamã?                                             Gerda: – Gerda…mã cheamã Gerda….unde-i Kariboo?….Prietenul meu cu…                                                               Doc: – Vorbeşti de patruped?…E cobzã!                                                                                                                                  Kariboo: – Cine sunteţi?…Sunt mort?…Ah, ciori smulg carnea de pe mine!…Şi ce-I atâta alb? … Am şi ajuns în rai?!                                                                                                                                                                       Gerda: – Sãracul, delireazã!                                                                                                                                                                                                Doc: – Injecţii şi comprese!…Injecţii!!….Dozã de cal!                                                                                                     Kariboo: – Injecţii nu suport!…Şi nu mã faceţi cal!                                                                                                             Doc: – Mãgar cu coarne-ar trebui sã-ţi spun…cã te-ai pornit prin viscol ca nãucul, riscând viaţa fetiţei!                                                                                                                                                                                   Gerda: – El n-are nici o vinã…eu m-am pornit, de capul meu….sã dau de Edgar!                                                     Doc: – Cine-i Edgar?                                                                                                                                                                                         Gerda: – Un prieten…da, un prieten foarte drag, rãpit de Crãiasa Gheţurilor. Nu l-aţi vãzut?                                    Doc: – Dar cum aratã?                                                                                                                                                       Gerda: – Mai mare decât…, cu pãr…mai …ochi mai…, inteligenţi…ştiţi, face calcule cu fracţii…. la puzzle-uri e ne-ntrecut…                                                                                                                                                                        Doc: – Cu pãr mai ….e-aici!                                                                                                                                                Gerda: – Edgar, e-aici?                                                                                                                                                                       Doc: – Nu-l cheamã Edgar, ci Wonk-I !                                                                                                                           Gerda: – Ah!..Nu e Edgar!                                                                                                                                         Kariboo: – Atunci cine e maimuţoiul?….Ne-ai tras pe sfoarã!                                                                                   Wonk-I: – Eu sunt Wonk-I!                                                                                                                                               Kariboo: – Maimuţa de zãpadã de pe Muntele Fudji!                                                                                                           

Wonk-I: – Stai,…sã nu plângi!…Vreau sã te-nveselesc!….Priveşte!                      ……………………………………                                                ILUZIONISTUL– (“Magic is Magic!”)

Gerda: – Îţi mulţumesc Wonk-I,…ai fost grozav!                                                                                                              Doc: – Kariboo, rãmâi înfofolit!                                                                                                                                                    Gerda: – Kariboo, cum te simţi?                                                                                                                                  Kariboo: – Nu mã vãd bine!…Mi se-mpãiemjenesc ochii de obosealã!…Cred cã am nevoie de ajutor sã….Ajutor!…M-atacã!! …………………………………..

SCENA  10.                  Fata de tâlhar RED SPY

Gerda: – Cum am ajuns aici?…Unde mã aflu?…O peşterã sub gheaţã?…Hei! Mã aude cineva?…Kariboo! Doc!…Wonk-I!…Evira!…Kariboo!!                                                                               Pãianjenul “Iscoadã roşie”:  – Boo!!….Te-am speriat!?                                                                                                        Gerda: – Nu-mi plac pãianjenii!…Eşti rea!

PAIANJENUL- (“I am The Red-Spy”)                                                                                 Sunt cea mai micã şi mai rea                                                                                                                          Atac rapid, nici n-ai habar                                                                                                     Dar te-am muşcat şi nu mai scap                                                                                                    În vine-am sânge de tâlhar !                                                                                                     Am sã strâng în jurul tãu                                                                                                                                O plasã de oţel                                                                                                                                Sã nu poţi mişca defel…                                                                                                                Nici o şansã n-ai sã scapi !                                                                                                             Sã ieşi e mult prea greu!                                                                                                 Doar atunci când voi vrea eu!                                                                                                         Când voi vrea eu…Când voi vrea eu…

Sunt cea mai mica şi mai rea,                                                                                                                                            Atac rapid, nici n-ai habar                                                                                                                                                            Dar te-am muşcat şi nu mai scapi!                                                                                                                                                       În vine-am sânge de tâlhar!….Daaa!

Gerda: – Sã-ţi spun de Edgar!…                                                                                                                                            Baba-Paing: – Dacã nu îi înfigi în beregatã colţii deîndat’….                                                                                                  PIR: – Aşteaptã, bãbãtie!….Fetiţo! ….                                                                                                                        Gerda:  – Gerda…                                                                                                                                                                               PIR: – Gerda, da…dacã lungeşti povestea pe degeaba, ai încurcat-o….şi cu mine şi cu baba!               Gerda: – Pe tine cum te cheamã?                                                                                                                                        PIR: – Iscoadã!                                                                                                                                                             Baba-Paing: – “Iscoadã roşie” te-am botezat! (Red Spy!)                                                                                                          Gerda: -: – Red Spy nu sunã rãu, iar pentru cei ce nu te ştiu, e chiar de speriat!                                                                                                                                                                               Baba-Paing:- Îşi bate joc de tine, Spy!                                                                                                                                                                         PIR: – Tu nu te temi sau te prefaci?                                                                                                                                  Gerda: – N-am timp sã mã gândesc la fricã, am prieteni ce-au nevoie de-ajutor…Edgar!…                                               PIR: Ce e cu Edgar?                                                                                                                                                          Gerda: – Crãiasa Zãpezii l-a rãpit, l-a luat cu ea…mi-e cel mai bun prieten…îmi dau şi viaţa…                                     PIR: – Sã-ţi dai viaţa pentru altcineva e o prostie!                                                                                                   Gerda: – E o prostie sã gândeşti aşa!                                                                                                                                            Tu n-ai prieten…la care sã ţii…de care sã te simţi atrasã…care sã-ţi dea sau cãruia sã-i dai o floare…sã îi zâmbeşti şi sã-ţi zâmbeascã…cu care sã pãlãvrãgeşti… cu care sã te simţi în siguranţã?                                                                                                                                                                      Baba-Paing: – Cu siguranţã tu nu ai nevoie de aşa ceva!… Red-Spy, vezi cã te-mbrobodeşte!             PIR: – Fetiţo, lasã-mã sã te îmbrãţişez, cu toatã dragostea…cu toatã prietenia!                                           Gerda: – Prietenia nu-i aşa!…Nu e cu forţa!..E cu sufletul!                                                                                          PIR: – Şi eu n-am suflet?…N-am?…Şi dacã n-am…de ce nu am?!                                                                                Gerda: – Ba ai, cu siguranţã ai…                                                                                                                                          Baba-Paing: – N-o asculta!…Mai bine, leag-o!…                                                                                                                                         PIR: – Mamaie, taci! Gherda, cred cã ar trebui sã pleci!                                                                                                   Gerda: – Prin nãmeţi… şi fãrã haine groase?                                                                                                                                        PIR: – Ai rãu de înãlţime?                                                                                                                                                                      Gerda: – Ieşeam şi eu cu Edgar pe terasa din balcon….N-am!                                                                                              PIR: – Curenţii te vor îndrepta spre Pol!                                                                                                                                   Gerda: – Îmi dai culcuşul tãu, balonul!…Sã ştii cã ãsta-i semn de…Mulţumesc!                                                                PIR: – Hai, zboarã, pânã nu mã rãzgândesc!

SCENA   11.                   Nanik

Gerda: – Hei, e cineva?…M-aude cineva?                                                                                                  Nanik: – Nu te aude nimeni, pleacã!                                                                                                                                        Gerda: – Sunt Gerda…şi mi-e frig!                                                                                                                               Nanik: – Eşti Lupul Argintiu, eşti Fantoma Albã, dar te prefaci!

            -Nanik, UN ROCKER  PITIC-(“Rabbit-rock”)

N-am stare deloc, bat tobe-n pustiu                                                                                                                     Când spaima m-apucã şi-s singur în iglu                                                                                                                                      Fac zgomot din plin lovind în trianglu                                                                                                                              Când sufletu-mi trag, cât sunt eu de mic                                                                                                                                        Pe lângã o ceaşcã de ceai fãcut la ibric                                                                                                                     Rozând din jurnalul ce-am scris, un cotor:                                                                                                                                     Visez cã se duce zãpada; de iarbã mi-e dor!

Din zori şi pânã noaptea târziu N-am stare deloc                                                                                                               Bat tobe-n pustiuSperând sã se sperie, şi s-o ia la picior                                                                                                                                                                            Şi vulpea vicleanã şi lupul cel choir

Nanik, sunt, Nanik!                                                                                                                                                                              Un iepure alb, un iepure mic                                                                                                                                                              Nu stau nici o clipã, n-am stare de loc                                                                                                                                  Cãci muzica-mi place, chiar muzica Rock!

Gerda: – Sunt Gerda, m-am rãtãcit în drum spre Pol!                                                                                                   Nanik: – Hai, intrã repede!                                                                                                                                                                            Gerda: – Cum ţi-ai dat seama cã nu sunt Fantoma Albã!                                                                                                     Nanik: – “M-am rãtãcit în drum spre Pol!…Mi-e frig!”….Lupul n-ar spune asta niciodatã!                                                                                     Gerda: – Te temi de Lupul Argintiu?                                                                                                                         Nanik: – Eu sunt Nanik!                                                                                                                                                               Gerda: – Nu eşti un iepure prea mic?                                                                                                                 Nanik: – Sã vezi ce-i fac!                                                                                                                               Gerda: – Ce-i faci?                                                                                                                                                  Nanik: – Scandal!…Tobe, percuţie, trianglu!                                                                                                Gerda: – Şi el ce face?                                                                                                                                         Nanik: – Simplu!…Nu suportã!…Pleacã…..Iar eu rãmân în iglu!                                                                              Gerda: – Eu n-am sã pot rãmâne mult….Crãiasa Zãpezii mi-a rãpit prietenul, pe Edgar!                               Nanik: – Stai, nu mişca!…Auzi ceva?                                                                                                                                                    Gerda: – E cineva la uşã!                                                                                                                                                 Nanik: – Fii gata….la semnalul meu!                                                                                                                                        Kariboo: – Hei!…Deschide!                                                                                                                                                Nanik: – Dã-i bãtaie!                                                                                                                                                                             Gerda: – Pleacã!…De tine nu ne temem, pleacã!                                                                                                             Kariboo: – Gerda, tu eşti?                                                                                                                                                 Gerda: – Kariboo, tu?!…El e Kariboo!…El, Nanik!                                                                                                  Kariboo: – O mie de pãianjeni mari şi roşii m-au legat în funii ca pe Gulliver, dar am scãpat!…Mai greu a fost sã vã gãsesc!                                                                                                                                                   Nanik: – Îmi place Kariboo!…E şi el curajos…e ca şi mine!                                                                                        Kariboo: – Îmi placi, Nanik!…Scurt şi concis!…Castelul Crãiesei Zãpezii?                                                                        Nanik: – Sőrmå, bãtrâna morsã, ce locuieşte nu departe de aici, ea cred cã ştie drumul…şi dacã-l ştie, vã va îndruma. Casa i-o  recunoşti uşor! Ies aburi prin acoperiş ca dintr-un geizer!….Bãtrâna e un pic ciudatã dar e-nţeleaptã şi vã va ajuta!                                                                                                  Kariboo: – Sã ne grãbim, sã nu ne-apuce noaptea!                                                                                                                Nanik: – Sã faceţi tãrãboi pe drum sã nu v-atace lupii!…Luaţi şi-un felinar, cã nu suportã focul!

SCENA 12.                      –SAUNA MORSEI-

Kariboo: – Ce ceaţã deasã!                                                                                                                                                                 Gerda: – Sőrmå, Sőrmå!                                                                                                                                                                                                         Sőrmå: – Cine mã cautã?                                                                                                                                        Kariboo: – Prieteni, Sőrmå, venim din partea lui Nanik!                                                                        Sőrmå: – Nanik cel mic şi urechiat?…Mai bate-n tobe puşlamaua?                                                                        Kariboo: – Mai bate, bate!…Şi te roagã sã ne-ajuţi!…La fel şi noi!                                                                               Gerda: – Eu, Gerda….şi Kariboo, el!                                                                                                                                Sőrmå: – Puteţi sã-mi spuneţi, simplu, Sőrmå, sau Madam!…De ce vã agitaţi?…                                                                      Gerda: – Nanik mi-a şoptit cã sunteţi artistã…Credeţi cã aţi putea sã …declamaţi…şi sã cântaţi?!                                                                                                                                                                      Sőrma:I. De micã am urcat pe scene mari             -CABARET- (“I was a star!”)                                                                                  [Lângã artişti de soi am declamat şi eu………                                                                                                                                    Regine am jucat şi fete dulci,    Mirese şi femei la Curţi şi bâlci                                                                                                        Pe scenã o rivalã mi-a dat         O replicã aiurea, iar eu m-am blocat…..

Zãu, n-aş fi crezut vreodatã  Sã…fiu aşa lucratã                                                                                                                        Eu…cea mai talentatã … De colegii mei sabotatã                                                                                                                                                                                    

Dar spectatorii mei … Ei m-au adorat                                                                                                                                                                        Şi…acuma-mi scriu! Ei..nu m-au uitat!

II. În dans am debutat lângã o stea                                                                                                                                    Eram frumoasã eu, ea mã ura                                                                                                                                                                                             Pe poante când eram, o piedicã mi-a pus                                                                                                      Piciorul mi l-am rupt, cãzând de sus 

Zãu, n-aş fi crezut vreodatã Sã…fiu aşa lucratã                                                                                                            Eu…cea mai talentatã    De colegii mei sabotatã                                                                                                                     Dar spectatorii mei Ei m-au adorat                                                                                                                                                                 Şi…acuma-mi scriu   Ei..nu m-au uitat!]

Kariboo: – Bravo!…Sunteţi o divã!…Divinã!….                                                                                                                                   Gerda: – Madam Sőrmå, e important…ce spun…e foarte important s-ajungem la Palatul Crãiesei Zãpezii…în care Edgar, prietenul nostru, este prins sub vraja ei!                                                                               Sőrma: – Palatul de Cleştar…e dincolo de Gheţar!….Intrarea e prin turn!                                                                  Kariboo: – Dar poartã n-are?!…Ah!…Prin turn e poarta!….Şi cum o sã putem intra?!                                             Sőrmå: – Kariboo, tu nu poţi urca!….Dar o poţi ajuta pe Gerda sã treacã dincolo!…Dar dincolo de ziduri va fi ea şi numai ea!…şi  va da piept cu Crãiasa, Crãiasa Zãpezii, singurã!                                               Kariboo: – Dac’a ajuns ea pân-aici, curajul nu….ne lipseşte!…Ce rãu îmi pare cã nu pot şi eu să..                    Gerda: – Sã mergem, Kariboo!…E timpul!

SCENA 13                       -REINTĂLNIREA-                                                  

Gerda: – Edgar, aici!…Edgar!                                                                                                                                     Edgar: – Tu cine eşti?                                                                                                                                                       Gerda: – Prietena ta, Gerda!                                                                                                                                      Edgar:- Nu te cunosc!                                                                                                                                                                 Gerda: – Edgar, glumeşti!…Mi-ai dat un trandafir de ziua mea!                                                                                      Edgar: – Nu-mi amintesc de-aşa ceva!…Pleacã şi lasã-mã!…Trebuie sã refac Oglinda!                                      Gerda: – Crãiasa te ţine legat prin vrajã!                                                                                                              Edgar: – Crãiasa mã iubeşte!…Eu am dezamãgit-o!…N-am reuşit!…….Am obosit!                                                 Gerda: – Edgar, nu renunţa!…Vreau sã te-ajut!…Edgar!                                                                                                 Kariboo: – O vãd cum plânge!…Gerda!…Lacrimi şiroaie cad pe pieptul lui!…Gheaţa din sufletul lui Edgar s-a topit!                                                                                                                                                              Edgar: – Mi-e frig!….De ce mi-e frig?                                                                                                                       Gerda: – Nu sta!…Grãbeşte-te, sã nu vinã Crãiasa!…Ai încã timp sã refaci jocul , sã se rupã vraja!                                                                                                                                                                                       Kariboo: – Ce faci,bãiete, plângi?…Ia, stai aşa!…Un ciob de sticlã s-a desprins din ochii tãi!         Edgar: – Kariboo?!…..Gerda!…Gerda!!…                                                                                                                          Kariboo: – Au amuţit!…Vã spun eu ce nu pot sã facã ei!….Ah, Gerda, cum ai ajuns aici!….Te-am cãutat şi te-am gãsit!….Uite şi trandafirul pe care ţi l-am oferit!…Ciobul oglinzii te-a împiedicat sã-l vezi şi sã mã recunoşti!…Ah, Gerda, cât sunt de fericit!…Sunt fericitã, Edgar! Îmbrãţişeazã-mã!……Priviţi, copii, cum vraja se destramã!                                                                                                                        Gerda: – Palatul de Gheaţã nu mai e!                                                                                                                     Kariboo: – Crãiasa Zãpezii nu mai e!…                                                                                                          Crãiasa Zãpezii: – Nu te grãbi, Kariboo!…De vraja demonului-Oldprőn am scãpat şi eu….şi sunt iar eu, Crãiasa Primãverii!                                                                                                                                           Kariboo: – E primãvarã iar!….Soare şi flori!…E primãvarã!                                                                                                     Crãiasa Primãverii: – Sã mergem!,,,Suntem aşteptaţi!… Sã mergem, Edgar!…. Vino, Gerda!     Kariboo: – Staţi, staţi!…De mine aţi uitat?!….Copii!…Aplaudaţi venirea Primãverii!…Aplaudaţi!

FINALE                            (“Gheaţa din suflet”)

Iarna s-a scurs în pãmânt şi-n nori                                                                                                                   Fãcând loc pentru fluturi şi flori                                                                                                                                                       Ca primãvara sã-şi batã tobele                                                                                                                                     Toatã natura, toţi, sã se bucure!         …..etc…

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