Svetlana Mirrai "Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love"

Golden СЃarriage for Cinderella. AВ novel aboutВ love
Svetlana Mirrai

The book tells about the love of a young woman and a married priest, and what price they had to pay for such happiness. You will also understand what the cricket that lives behind the old buffet is silent about.

Golden СЃarriage for Cinderella

AВ novel aboutВ love

Svetlana Mirrai

Proofreader Oksana Sizova

© Svetlana Mirrai, 2022

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-4287-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

From the Author

Once upon aВ time, aВ great king ruled inВ aВ small country. InВ this beautiful kingdom, aВ girl lived with her father, stepmother and non-native sisters. The named relatives nicknamed her Cinderella because she often did dirty and dusty work around the house.

Wait a minute, dear reader will say, but where is the novel based on real events? Probably, reading the title of the book, you will think that the author may begin to tell the good old fairy tale of Charles Perrault “Cinderella”, only remade in his own way.

But there is some truth inВ this. This story happened inВ real life, it happened toВ aВ person who survived it from the beginning toВ the veryВ end.

And when you finish reading the book to the very last page, you will learn a completely new story of a modern young woman, in which people who met her on their way also saw Cinderella. Will there be a fairy tale? Of course it will, only you yourself will have to understand whether it is miracles or the inner strength of the heroine’s character and immeasurable love for a loved one helped her to live on and fight against the vicissitudes of fate.

The book tells about the love ofВ aВ young woman and aВ married priest, and what price they had toВ pay for such happiness. You will also understand what the cricket that lives behind the old buffet is silent about.

ChapterВ 1

Sometimes, under the guise ofВ love, aВ test comes toВ us

IВ often ask myself the question: how will IВ love aВ man if IВ meet aВ sincere and real feeling. Love is something important toВ me inВ life, and IВ wanted toВ be honest inВ my relationship, because it will be my real love.

So the frosty winter is over, and the first spring days have come, the sun’s rays, like bunnies, playfully play on my window.

Beautiful early morning. Opening the sash of the window frame and taking a deep breath of spring air, I take a sip of fragrant coffee brewed in a new coffee machine, press the “start” button on my laptop, the monitor lights up, and long live the miracle of scientific progress. I like to read articles on the Internet in my free time, sometimes I visit the Odnoklassniki website and communicate with my friends there.

And here’s the letter, I wonder who it’s from?

– hello.

They wrote toВ me from aВ page without aВ photo, IВ usually ignore such mail, but now IВ decided toВ talk, maybe some friend is hiding behind aВ faceless profile.

– Who are you? – I wrote back.

– My name is Peter, I am a priest, I serve in the Orthodox Church. I live in the city of Chernihiv in Ukraine. I’m not old yet and I’m not young anymore, I’m forty-three years old.

– Very interesting, and I’m Vlada.

– Good health to you, Vlad, and your family!

– Father, I live alone and am not married.

But there was no more response.

IВ had toВ finish my coffee alone.

It didn’t cost me much effort to put on makeup, because my naturally well-drawn facial features practically didn’t need to be tinted. Blue eyes with long, fan-like eyelashes, a straight nose and beautiful wide eyebrows lay in an even line on my oval face. My figure was slim, but for this I always had to sit on long grueling diets in order to maintain a thin waist and beautiful legs. My long blonde hair gave my face freshness and made me younger than my years.

Soon IВ left the house and was at work inВ aВ beauty salon all day. There was aВ lot ofВ work thatВ day.

The weather began toВ deteriorate inВ the evening, it was raining, interfering with melted snow and mud, it turned the road into aВ gray, muddy mud. Because ofВ this, it was hard toВ walk and had toВ avoid puddles. For aВ few minutes IВ stopped at the entrance and, admiring, looked at the evening sky. Bright stars were burning on it, and among their brilliance IВ saw aВ constellation very similar toВ the Big Dipper. It even seemed toВ me that she was looking at me with her sad eyes, probably she was missing aВ little bear next toВ me, likeВ me.

IВ quietly went into the apartment and closed the door behind me. InВ order not toВ be bored, IВ sat down at my laptop, and when IВ opened the Odnoklassniki website, IВ read there an interesting message from my new acquaintance, Father Peter.

– Your happiness is not going anywhere from you.

“What a nice man,” I thought. And I posted some of my successful photos, turned off the computer and went to rest.

Love cannot be predicted or hurried, it will come byВ itself with the beautiful murmur ofВ the stream and the singing ofВ birds, transforming your whole life.

At the age of thirty-five, I had quite a successful business in the field of beauty. My salon was called “Healthy Care” and was located in the center of Novosibirsk. When the front door opened, the bell rang, notifying of the arrival of each visitor, and at this time the face of our administrator Ekaterina spread out in a kind and hospitable smile.

– Good afternoon, what can I offer you,” she said politely.

So the days passed inВ the hustle and bustle ofВ work.

One day IВ got free aВ little earlier than usual, went toВ the Odnoklassniki page and saw aВ message from Father Peter.

– You are a nice lady, judging by the photo. I would like to hear your voice.

IВ was pleased with this, and without hesitation IВ texted him my phone number.

There are so many roads and moments inВ life that decide our fate, and we do not think that this second will be the main countdown ofВ your new path.

The next morning, the smell ofВ coffee cheered me up, and after aВ few sips, my brain was already inВ working mode. AВ minute ago, IВ wanted toВ climb into aВ chair with my feet, turn on the TV and spend the whole day like this.

But the phone rang and IВ answered.

– Vlada Romanovna, I’m really waiting for you at work, I need to talk, – Katerina, my assistant, said in an anxious voice.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I replied.

IВ went outside, the weather was sunny, aВ light breeze touched my face and gently blew my thick, long hair.

The phone rang again, IВ was sure that Katya was calling me, so IВ quickly said:

– I’m running, I’m running.

And she quickened her pace.

But he didn’t calm down, he kept ringing anyway, and as soon as I put it to my ear, I immediately heard a man’s laughter.

– Where are you running to? a pleasant voice asked cheerfully.

– Excuse me, but who am I talking to now? I asked, slowing down a little.

– Dear Vlada, I’m sorry that I don’t know your patronymic, it’s Father Peter calling, to whom you left your phone number in Odnoklassniki.

– It’s very good that you called me,” I said in a joyful voice.

– I feel that you are glad to receive my call. I liked the photos that you posted on your page.

– Thanks.

“You know, you have a very beautiful voice,” Peter said good – naturedly.

– So many nice compliments, – but then the second line intervened in our conversation, and I switched to it.

– Yes, tell me.

– Vlada Romanovna, administrator Ekaterina is unable to work, she has locked herself in the service room and does not come out. What should I do?

– Nelya, I’m already here.

Quickening my pace, a few minutes later I was already in the salon. When the front door closed behind me and the bell rang, there was no reaction. At first glance, one might have thought that I was completely alone in the hall, but my loneliness was broken by sobs and a quiet female voice that came from the service room. Getting closer to her, I pulled the handle on myself, but the door wouldn’t budge, it was locked from the inside.

“Girls… open up,” I said and froze in anticipation.

The lock clicked on the back and the door opened. What was behind it looked very sad. Nelya and Katya were sitting byВ the sink, and there was aВ bottle ofВ motherwort next toВ them, Nelya was holding aВ glass ofВ water inВ her hands. Katerina lowered her face down and covered it with her hands, while her body shook with sobs. Katya had aВ calm character, so it became clear that something very serious had happened inВ her life.

– Please calm down, let’s talk,” I said in a calm voice, stroking Katya’s back with my hand.

IВ took aВ towel and gave it toВ Katya toВ wipe her face. Putting her arm around her shoulders, she gently sat her down at aВ small table for the staff.

“Good, you’re my good,” I whispered in the hope that Katya would want to talk to me. Indeed, my words soon had an effect on her. She took a deep breath, as if she hadn’t breathed at all until that moment, and on exhaling loudly said:

– He’s gone!

– Who left? I asked, not understanding what he was talking about.

– Sasha, my husband. Yesterday he didn’t come to spend the night, took his things and documents, and today he called and said that I wouldn’t wait for him home, and didn’t explain anything else to me,” and tears shone in her eyes again.

– Katyusha, don’t worry so much, you’ve always been strong. After all, the most important thing in life is children and relatives, and he, you’ll see, will definitely regret everything later.

“I think it’s not that simple,” she said thoughtfully.