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

Several years ofВ my separation from Moscow have passed, and now it pleases me again with its captivating beauty ofВ the streets, worries my heart again, and IВ am happy toВ wander through it, looking at the facades ofВ houses.

The first landlady ofВ the apartment was an old, thin woman with very thin, bony fingers. Grandma reminded me ofВ an old, rusty needle that was stuck inВ aВ homemade soft shoe from the Soviet Union. The apartment fully corresponded toВ the age and appearance ofВ the old lady. IВ politely refused her and hurried toВ the exit. The weather did not change, there were large puddles on the sidewalk, it was raining, it seemed that there would be no end toВ it.

The next three meetings were canceled for various reasons, and only two apartments remained. One option was inВ the city center. But the apartment itself was very unsightly, and if compared with the dishes inВ the restaurant, it looks like boiled potatoes inВ aВ uniform, decorated with beautiful inedible twigs and artificial flowers.

My last option was far from the center, but IВ decided toВ stay inВ this apartment. She met all my requirements for temporary residence. ByВ the middle ofВ summer, IВ had settled into aВ new place. There was aВ lot ofВ furniture inВ the apartment, IВ put things neatly on the shelves inВ the closet. The only unpleasant detail inВ the interior ofВ the apartment was aВ painting, but there was no way toВ get rid ofВ it. The painting hid aВ hole inВ the wall, although it served aВ noble role, but IВ had no desire toВ look at it at all. The reason for this was aВ naked woman who was lying on aВ red bedspread, she generated carnal desires, her nakedness drove me crazy and at the same time caused shame.

It was aВ warm summer day, and suddenly the phone rang.

– My sunshine, hello, – Peter’s voice was very happy.

– Hi, Peter, – I was glad to hear him.

“I’ve missed you and I’m looking forward to meeting you,” he replied.

– When are you coming to Moscow?

– I will come next week, one businessman promised to help me with money for medicine to his wife, he is from Moscow. And I will definitely stop by your place.

– I will look forward to this day.

– You know… – he said thoughtfully.

– What do you want to tell me?

– If at the meeting we do not feel any feelings for each other, despite this, always count on my support as an older friend and priest.

– Okay, – I agreed.

We talked for aВ long time that day until very late inВ the evening, and then IВ just fell down from fatigue and fell asleep without letting the phone out ofВ my hands.

The man kissed my swollen nipples without interruption, his hands stroked and caressed, then suddenly grasping my buttocks, he pressed against me with all his might. I opened my eyes in great excitement and could not remember his face. What’s wrong with me? Maybe the painting on the wall is to blame? Or maybe that man was Peter?

The taste ofВ the first meeting

The long-awaited day of our meeting has come. It was raining heavily outside the window. My morning started very early, I was spinning in front of the mirror, picking up my clothes. About nine o’clock the doorbell rang. The silhouette of an interesting and very unusual man peeked through the dusty glass of the peephole. The whole strangeness was in his clothes. He was wearing a long raincoat and a black gaucho hat. His beard and long hair emphasized his personality. I moved the lock lever, opened the door, and he came in. Peter’s hair was thick, black, combed back and gathered into a long ponytail. He was tall, about one meter ninety, and had a solid build.

The smell ofВ his perfume filled my apartment. My head was dizzy from the fragrance and the feelings that surged over me, inВ my thoughts IВ began toВ climb high up and swirled inВ the air with happiness.

And he looked at me tenderly and smiled.

– Hello, here I am,” he said softly.

– Hello, Peter, – I replied, smiling.

IВ invited him toВ come into the apartment and offered toВ take aВ shower. After aВ while, the noise ofВ the water subsided. Peter came out steamed, he smelled ofВ the fragrant aroma ofВ gel and shampoo. He changed into aВ housecoat that he had brought withВ him.

– Vladochka, I want to hug you,” he whispered.

His warm arms wrapped around my waist and dropped aВ little lower. IВ felt the warmth ofВ his body on me. Barely touching my neck with his lips, he said softly:

– Trust me…

– Yes… yes…” I whispered, looking tenderly into his eyes.

So, in an embrace, we spun around, as if in a dance, and sank down on the bed. He hugged me, and his hands greedily touched my body, studying every millimeter. When we reached the highest point of pleasure, my womb was filled with insane desire. Our lips merged in a long kiss, and it seemed to me that we were caught in a whirlpool of endless voluptuousness. Only I didn’t want to rush.

– Peter, wait…” I whispered.

Then IВ got out ofВ bed and started making tea with bergamot and black currant forВ us.

“I won’t do anything now,” he said softly and began to dress.

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave right away.

When the door closed behind him, IВ sat down at the table inВ confusion.

“Is it really over between us,” I thought, and my tears dripped right into the cup.

But he rang my doorbell again when evening came. Peter stood on the threshold and held inВ his hands aВ huge bouquet ofВ red roses.

– My girl, I’ve been dreaming of hugging you again, – he handed me flowers and put his hands on my waist.

– Why did you leave so suddenly? And I looked into his eyes with a little reproach.

“I will always be there for you, even if I leave,” Peter whispered and gently touched my cheek with his lips.

Night came, and we were all talking and could not tear ourselves away from each other, at that moment it seemed toВ us that it would always be like this. When it was getting light, IВ made aВ bed for him inВ aВ separate room. And she poured aВ bath with air foam and decided toВ lie down inВ it for aВ while. The foam pleasantly stroked my skin, gathering into aВ plentiful air mass, and IВ was even afraid toВ move from pleasure. Suddenly the door opened, and Peter appeared on the threshold.

– Let me look at you, how you bathe, – his beard began to move on his cheekbones when he attached great importance to the conversation.

– I thought you were already asleep,” I said in confusion, covering my bare chest with my hand.

He came closer toВ me and gently ran his hand over my bare stomach, rose higher and stopped at my nipples. He began toВ massage them with his hands, and then he pressed his lips and began toВ kiss them continuously. IВ moaned with pleasure and went limp. The water from the bath began toВ slowly leave, pleasantly stroking my back, and his lips covered every cell ofВ my body. He lifted me inВ his arms and carried me toВ the bed. That night we gave each other pleasure, discovering the land ofВ great passion and love.

Love is carrots and all that…

The next day the weather was fine, the puddles from yesterday’s rain had almost dried up. Peter’s car was waiting for us in the parking lot, it was a blue Chevrolet Aveo. She dazzlingly shone with purity so that, coming closer to her, you could see yourself as if in a mirror. The cabin was still neat and smelled fresh citrus.

– What kind of owner is such a car, and your car is just fabulously clean, – I said enthusiastically.

Peter smiled, it was obvious that he was pleased with my compliment. The priest crossed the car and himself, turned on the songs ofВ Father Alexander Starostenko, and we drove off. The navigator took us around the capital, narrow streets were replaced byВ large wide streets, and so we drove for an hour. We parked near the Ministry ofВ Foreign Affairs and got out ofВ the car, where aВ man was waiting forВ us.

– Hello. My name is Sergey Valeryevich,” he introduced himself.

The man was dressed inВ aВ strict suit that emphasized his business style.

– Let’s go to my office, and after our conversation I will treat you to a delicious lunch, – he smiled and hurriedly walked forward.

Opening aВ huge door inВ the building, we went up toВ the third floor and walked for aВ long time along aВ narrow corridor, which was decorated with aВ carpet, along which various offices ofВ secretaries, ministers and various deputies were located. Sergei Valeryevich was also, apparently, aВ deputy minister. Finally we reached his office. He was quite strict and formal. AВ leather armchair, aВ leather sofa and aВ work desk with aВ mini-bar were the boring interior ofВ their owner. On the wall hung aВ picture ofВ our president and the coat ofВ arms ofВ the country. Camellia flowers on the windowsills and aВ decorative rose on the floor inВ aВ vase slightly diluted the official atmosphere.

The men sat down on opposite sides ofВ the table and immediately began toВ talk animatedly. IВ sat comfortably inВ an armchair and, closing my eyes, decided toВ rest aВ little, so IВ did not immediately delve into their conversation. But when phrases about tribes began toВ reach me, I, ofВ course, began toВ listen.

– We want you, Father, to act as a missionary and take Vera to New Guinea. I would like to thank God that there are still such priests,” Sergei Valeryevich said firmly and leaned back, stretching his arms wide along the back of the chair.

– I agree with you, in such places it is impossible without faith, – the priest replied and spread his hands.

– of course. After all, our goal is to develop a civilized society in Papua New Guinea. Many tribes that live there are actually still in the Stone Age and practice cannibalism. Our missionaries work with them. Maybe three drops of cognac before dinner? – Sergey Valeryevich got up from his chair, went to the mini-bar and opened the door of the cherished locker. And there was a huge variety of different bottles with different colored caps.

– Sergey Valeryevich, I would love to, but I’m driving. We still have to go home,” regret could be heard in Peter’s voice.

– Three drops, just three drops. Yes, and if the guys from the traffic police stop, then call me,” our rainbow host said cheerfully.

“Then I agree,” Pyotr said and, smiling, raised the crystal glass to his lips.

The men drank in one gulp and had a snack with a lemon on duty, which was lying on Sergei Valeryevich’s table.

– Good, strong cognac, – said Peter.

Sergey Valeryevich suggested that we go toВ the dining room with him for lunch.

We went down the stairs toВ the first floor, the doors toВ it were open. The dining room turned out toВ be all inВ marble and paintings, candlesticks hung on the walls. It smelled ofВ delicious and fragrant food. Two young girls worked at the distribution, they laid out dishes on plates and smiled sweetly at everyone.

– My dear, hello! – the gray-haired man said loudly and took my hand, I recoiled from him in surprise, but when I looked at his face, I recognized him as a pop artist Aristarch Borisovich.

“Scared?” laughing in his velvety, beautiful voice, he asked.

– A little. Hello, Aristarkh Borisovich,” I said happily, coming out of my stupor.

– Bon appetit, and I’ll go, or a photo for memory? and his face melted into a snow – white smile.

Peter saw aВ celebrity next toВ me and immediately came up toВ us. He took aВ picture for me, and we went toВ lunch.

– We also have pop stars, so Aristarkh Borisovich came to dine with us. And I have chosen all the most delicious for you.

And indeed, there was aВ herring on the table, aВ smoked sausage, fried chicken with vegetables and fragrant borscht with pampushki.

– My father told me that you are not a vegetarian, and I included meat in the diet, – Sergey Valeryevich said carefully.

We sat down at the table. Everything was really delicious.

– The food is wonderful, – said the priest, he culturally brought a napkin to his mouth and dabbed her lips.

– Yes, we have the best chefs.

– As for the service in New Guinea, your main residence is in the city of Port Moresby, and from there you will go to different settlements and small towns. We will provide housing and food. You think about it and call me within a month.

Sergey Valeryevich finished his tea and, looking into my eyes, added:

– Yes, and of course, Father, consult your mother.

I nodded uncertainly and looked down. I was embarrassed to be in someone else’s role. We got up from the table and slowly began to leave.

Sergey Valeryevich walked us toВ the car and said goodbye.

– Where are we going, Vladochka? Peter asked, sitting at the wheel.

– To Kiev! I replied and laughed.

– No, we don’t need to go to Kiev yet, – he said playfully.

– Then let’s go to heaven!

– That’s it, let’s go to heaven!

Gorky Park has become our paradise for today. After parking the car, we got out and headed into the depths ofВ the park.

– The sun is shining in the sky, and the sun is shining side by side, – Peter smiled, holding out his palm to me. I hugged him and took his hand.

The park was very large. We walked along the alley among the benches and fountains. Suddenly he stopped, looked into my eyes and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips.

– And you know, I fell in love with you like a boy, – Peter whispered in my face.

“I’m in love with you too,” I replied.

We continued walking forward, holding hands. IВ felt him, and he felt me, and it was aВ state ofВ inexhaustible bliss that we let into our heartsВ now.

– Look how beautiful it is, up ahead,” I said, admiring.

– Yes, very much.

And Peter approached aВ young guy who was standing not far from us, holding the handlebars ofВ aВ bicycle.

– Young man, what is the name of this pond?

– Mmm… I don’t know, sorry, – the guy was confused.

An elderly woman passing byВ overheard their conversation.