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

But her face had already stopped being so gloomy, she became calmer, and we went toВ our workplaces.

It was aВ wonderful warm evening, IВ was walking slowly along the sidewalk home. Cars were rushing towards them along the roadway. The phone rang, it was Katya.

– Vlada, I’m hugging my daughter now and I understand that in the whole world I can’t find a closer and kinder person than my blood, my daughter.

– Katyusha, everything will be fine with you, you’ll see.

IВ put my phone back away. Suddenly the noise ofВ the engines died down, and all the sounds ofВ the street disappeared, aВ gentle melody sounded that was coming from inside me, there was aВ cello, and aВ violin sang thinly, it was the music ofВ happiness. After all, how good it is when good comes from you, and you extend aВ helping hand toВ someone who needsВ it.

– Heh-khe, girl, give the homeless for food, – suddenly a man’s hoarse voice rang out from behind me. I turned back and saw the stooped figure of a man. He was dressed in old, worn clothes, patches were visible in places, they were darned with threads of different colors.

– Just a second,” I said, and began to turn my pockets inside out, but there were only small bread crumbs and a handful of caramels in them. I didn’t find any change in my bag either, and some large bills were peeking out of my wallet. Now there is silence and expectation in the air.

IВ took out aВ five thousand dollar bill and handed it toВ theВ man.

– Thank you,” he said, and at that moment the man’s eyes sparkled, and tears rolled down his cheek, “and this is for you,” and he modestly held out several willow twigs, which he had been holding in his hand all the time.

– God bless you, – the man said goodbye.

This touching scene remained in my memory for a long time, and for many years I remembered the willow given to the homeless, it even became some kind of good sign in my life. After all, there was another story with her participation, but I’ll tell you about it a little later.

It rained all night, drumming on the glass first with a small fraction, then with increasing force it hit with large drops and became quieter again. In the morning, when the sunlight began to penetrate into my room, only wet patterns on the glass remained in memory of the rain. Such rainy weather has not been for a long time, and therefore I was happy to look out the window at the sun’s glare, which was reflected in puddles.

The phone rang, and a man’s voice wished me good morning. But I didn’t immediately understand who was talking to me.

– Vlada, it’s the priest who’s bothering you again.

– Come on, Father, what kind of concern can there be, I’m glad you called.

– Then I will call you every day. Our weather is so sunny, and the birds are singing in my soul. How are you?

“We didn’t get to talk to you last time,” I said.

– It’s God’s will for everything. And let’s talk right now.

“I want to talk about faith, hope and love,” I said.

– Probably, it will be about your friends? – the priest said with a touch of irony.

– About self – belief, hope for a better future and about love, which I have been waiting for for a long time, – I did not lose my head, I replied.

– Intricate, as I see it, you are a young lady, but it even pleases me. You can talk to me on absolutely any and different topics. Even the innermost secrets can be trusted with a priest. And with your permission, I want to switch to you.

– Okay, let’s break my rules,” I replied.

– And what, are there any other rules? – he was surprised.

– My personal rules of communication.

– Vladochka, do not attach much importance to this, breaking the rules, I will not cross the boundaries of our friendship. Better tell me about yourself.

– Peter, you have me very much in your favor, and I want to share a lot.

– Well, here you are again, Vlada, we have now switched to you, – his voice became quieter and more affectionate with me.

– In my life there was no communication with a priest at all, and therefore I want to tell one story.

– Of course, tell me what’s bothering you,” the priest said gently.

– When I was ten years old, my parents died in a car accident. Aunt Nina, my mother’s sister, took me to live with her. But while I was living with her, she was constantly drinking and driving gentlemen. Therefore, at the age of seventeen, after school, I left home for a completely different city and began to live independently. And she went on drinking.

– How old are you? Peter asked.

– Thirty – five,” I said.

– My girl, you are still so young, you still have a lot ahead of you. The main thing in life is not to lose yourself and love God. If you want, I will always support you.

– Yes, I want it, I really want it, – I answered and pressed the phone to my chest…

– I will always be there, – said Peter and hung up.

The next day, aВ burgundy Volvo drove up toВ my entrance, without turning on the headlights, the driver got out ofВ the car. He lit aВ cigarette and blew out aВ smoke ring. IВ walked up toВ the car, greeted the taxi driver and said:

– On Kamenskaya, forty-three.

Sitting comfortably in the seat, I closed my eyes and began to think about him. Maybe it’s bad to think about a married man, especially a priest, but it began to seem to me that I was falling in love with his voice, his manner of communication, and I wanted to be near him.

– Girl, wake up… – the driver said loudly.

IВ was startled and wokeВ up.

– Girl, you can get out, we’ve been standing on Kamenskaya, forty – three for a minute, – the taxi driver said with a smile.

AВ few minutes later IВ was standing on the threshold ofВ the theater. There were aВ lot ofВ people gathered inВ the lobby, they were crowding everywhere: at the entrance, inВ the locker room, inВ the long corridors. They were smartly dressed, so aВ state ofВ celebration reigned everywhere. There were tables with various trinkets and souvenirs along the walls, there was everything you could buy for aВ slow-moving onlooker. When the first bell rang, the audience slowly began toВ pass into the huge hall. And IВ was sitting inВ the buffet ofВ the theater, enjoying the aroma and taste ofВ latte, and with the second bell IВ also went toВ the stalls toВ take my place.

My dear reader, let’s open the veil of a woman’s soul with you, what does she want and what is she looking for? Spirituality is theaters, movies, exhibitions, wants attention, but most of all she is waiting for love.

My soul was also full ofВ expectation ofВ this feeling and, like aВ wonderful rose, is ready toВ open its ripe bud towards female happiness. And IВ saw this happiness inВ Peter.

Two months have passed. It was aВ wonderful summer evening, my room was filled with aВ cloud ofВ dust from aВ huge pile ofВ things that IВ took out from the shelves and put inВ boxes. It was aВ grandiose move toВ Moscow, which completely changed my whole life. Through the wide-open window, the screams ofВ local children who were playing football inВ the yard could be heard.

– This goal was mine, you prevented me, you didn’t score it yourself and didn’t give it to me, – one young football player shouted.

– Let’s hit!

– Go-o-l!” they shouted again.

IВ heard aВ beautiful melody from the phone, and IВ answered.

– Good afternoon, Vladochka, – Peter said in a cheerful voice.

– Good afternoon, Peter.

– I hear screams, what happened there?

– Yes, these are young football players outside the window.

– Are you probably packing your things now and getting ready for the road?

– Yes, I’m packing everything in boxes, tomorrow a car from the transport company will arrive, and the movers will load all the things into the car, and then I will go too.

– You have no idea how glad I am that we will meet soon. Sorry, I can’t talk for a long time now, I’m in a hurry, my service will start in a few minutes.

– See you later, Peter, – I whispered.

– See you later, my dear, – he said warmly in response, and the connection was cut off.

IВ went toВ the window, opened the curtain and shouted with all my might:

– Hooray! Goal!

The boys stopped playing and raised their heads high inВ confusion. One ofВ them hesitantly shouted back:

– Actually, there was a penalty!

IВ laughed and walked away from the window.

Apple ofВ discord

The rattling ofВ aВ spoon inВ aВ glass ofВ tea on the table inВ my compartment interrupted my sleep. Opening my eyes slightly, IВ immediately squeezed them shut from the bright light ofВ the lamp that was right aboveВ me.

My neighbor was aВ middle-aged Georgian with beautiful thick hair and aВ pronounced Georgian profile.

It was obvious that he was an intelligent and well-mannered man. There was aВ lot ofВ aristocratic inВ his behavior. He spoke Russian at aВ high level.

Lowering my bare legs from the shelf, I felt the man’s gaze, he was sitting opposite and practically eating them with his eyes.

“I want to help you, – he said.

– Yes, I guess, because I forgot how to ride on the upper shelves.

His strong hands touched my legs and slid higher, up my buttocks, penetrating my dress with his fingers, aВ little higher, and, putting his arm around my waist, he lowered me down. My body clung toВ him for aВ second, and IВ involuntarily felt the exciting smell ofВ his skin.

– My name is Avtandil, I come from the city of Tbilisi. And you, girl, where are you going?

– To Moscow. My name is Vlada.

– Vladochka, try the apples from my native house, – and he held out a grated liquid apple to shine.

IВ took aВ bite, and the juice flowed down my lips.

– Are you also going to Moscow alone? I asked with interest.

– Now I’m not alone anymore, – the man smiled. – Vlada, you can safely move your bed to the bottom shelf, no one will come to us anyway.

– Why? I said, surprised.

– You will see for yourself soon, let me help you.

Avtandil got up and reached for my bed, he had aВ sporty figure, and abs cubes were sexually peeking out from under his T-shirt.

– And if suddenly … – I wanted to ask, but he forestalled my thoughts.

– Don’t worry, I’m a man and I give you my word that no one will bother you.

It was comfortable on the bottom shelf, IВ felt tired and immediately fell asleep.

The train jerked violently, I shuddered in surprise and woke up. It was already quite dark outside. The lights from the lanterns made their way through the curtain into the window and the glare lay on the walls of the compartment. Avtandil’s eyes were open, and he was staring at me. His passionate gaze began to penetrate my body. Suddenly, desire seized me, and I opened the blanket a little, and bared my excited breasts. He put his hand on my stomach, gently stroked the skin, touching my breast, and gently squeezed the nipple with his fingers.

IВ moaned with pleasure and excitement, and he lay down on me, covering my body with himself. Our breathing quickened, and inВ an instant IВ felt his strong and wet penis inside me. Soon my body was shaking inВ convulsions, and he was whispering softly inВ my ear, pressing his lips:

– How good it feels to be with you.

Early in the morning I woke up to loud voices outside the door. I stretched and felt that the blanket completely hugged my naked body, but after spending the night with a man, I felt only spiritual emptiness. We no longer looked into each other’s eyes, he silently took his things and left the car without saying a word.

Moscow did not please me with the sun, it was aВ fine drizzling rain. People from the train were walking along the platform inВ aВ crowd and pushing me forward toВ the station, and then suddenly aВ ringtone from my phone rang.

– How is my beloved? Peter asked cheerfully.

– Hi, I’m already in Moscow, – I said without warmth in my voice.

– Why are you so unhappy or not happy with me at all?

– Sorry, but we’ll talk later.

IВ felt embarrassed inВ front ofВ him, because recently IВ just succumbed toВ instinct and easily changed my feelings.

Peter’s voice became warmer, and he gently whispered:

– My dear, you are like a gentle sun, a warm breeze, a bright ray of light in my life, fly, my feather, and most importantly, take care of yourself.

IВ hung up the phone, and IВ felt warm inВ my soul from his tender words.

IВ had toВ visit several apartments that were pre-selected as options for living.