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

We also called our names together and took out aВ bottle ofВ champagne from the bag. We fiddled aВ little with the bottle stopper, and here is the victory, she loudly banged toВ our applause. Nadia poured champagne for everyone inВ aВ plasticВ cup.

– I propose a toast! – she said cheerfully.

Everyone froze inВ anticipation. Even the paratroopers obeyed Nadia.

– For us, the beautiful, and for you, the infidels…

– Well, Nadenka, you offend, all three of us are not married, – said Sanya. “I suggest we get to know each other better,” and he held out his hand to Nadia.

– I have a toast too. We spend the old year so that all the bad things go away with it, and only all the good and good things remain in the New Year,” Yura said, looking at me affectionately.

We all joined together under the clinking ofВ disposable cups.

Time runs fast inВ its own way, the years fly byВ unnoticed. One year is replaced byВ another, and aВ series ofВ years takes childhood, youth, youth is replaced byВ maturity. All people have aВ New Year inВ different ways. Some are sitting at home with their family and quietly celebrating the holiday at home, while others are inВ large companies having fun and dancing. And no one will ever tell you how toВ meet him correctly.

– Now everyone look carefully over there, – Nadezhda stretched out her hand forward, where she was pointing, the skating rink was visible through the trees.

– It’s cool, we’ll celebrate the New Year standing on the ice. Let’s see who’s wearing what? Sasha said, laughing.

– And you, Sasha, I strongly do not recommend going out on the ice at all. You don’t even stand well on the ground,” I said, looking at him ironically.

Sasha gave me aВ positive nod inВ response and remained obediently standing inВ place.

The rental was aВ small house and stood inВ the thick ofВ trees not far from the skating rink. Putting on my skates, IВ boldly stood on the ice and quickly slid across it. Yura also knew how toВ skate, and we drove several laps together. Nadia also rode on the ice with us. Having rolled enough, we went toВ the park. Sofa, Roma and Sasha did not even approach the skating rink, but were all the time at the Christmas tree, cheerfully looking atВ us.

As we got closer, the Sofa took another bottle out of the bag. Cotton – and champagne is spilled. Sasha brought us all together, and we organized a small circle and began to sing softly:

– Under the wing of the plane, the green sea of taiga is singing about something…

Suddenly an unfamiliar figure ofВ aВ man squeezed into our circle, and he said inВ aВ commanding voice:

– Drinking alcoholic beverages in a public place, Article 20.20 of the Code of the Russian Federation “On Administrative Violations” states that…

– Who will you be? Yura asked.

– Andrey Yuryevich, major of the Police Department of the Department of Internal Affairs in the Western District of Moscow, I can also show documents, – the man said, frowning, holding out a red certificate.

– Yurievich, and I’m also Yura, the New Year is today! Let’s better join us, we are military paratroopers.

– Okay, then we’ll drink cognac now, – Andrey Yurievich took a small bottle of three-star cognac from the side pocket of his jacket.

Two other tall girls joined us, they were together with Andrey Yurievich.

– Hooray, Happy New Year, – everyone shouted together, raising their cups up.

– Girls, let’s get acquainted, my name is Sasha.

I pulled Nadia’s sleeve and whispered softly in her ear:

– Let’s get out of here.

We took the Sofa byВ the arms, and the three ofВ us began toВ leave the park.

– Vlada, where are you going? – Yura was following me.

– To celebrate the New Year, we spent the old one, – I replied.

– Can I come with you?! Yura asked in a pleading voice.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” and I shrugged in response.

– Maybe we’ll meet after all, leave me your phone number? – the obsessive groom did not lag behind.

IВ decided not toВ explain anything, waving goodbye toВ him.

– Nadenka, I’ll find you, honey, – Sasha shouted after us, he could not stand still at all and staggered from side to side like a pendulum in a clock.

We returned home an hour before the New Year. Nadia busied herself with the table setting.

And IВ hurried toВ the kitchen toВ put the goose with apples inВ the oven.

– The chimes will strike soon! Nadia said, hastily laying out the dishes and cutlery on the table.

Quite unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

“Who could it be?” Nadia asked.

– Most likely, they made the wrong apartment, I’m not waiting for anyone, – I replied to my friend and continued fussing in the kitchen, laying out hot goose on plates.

“Only Santa Claus can come at this time, but I’ll take a look anyway,” Nadia replied and went to the door.

There was aВ click ofВ the lock, and suddenly aВ melody came from the entrance, someone was playing the accordion and singing:

– Five minutes, five minutes,

The clock will strike soon.

Five minutes, five minutes,

Make up those who are inВ aВ quarrel!

IВ wiped my hands on aВ towel and also went out into the corridor toВ look at the artists.

The girls, like military men on command, lined up along the wall, but only the commands were distributed not byВ the military commander, but byВ Santa Claus himself, his staff was huge, beautifully decorated with tinsel with aВ star on top. He hit it three times and, as if byВ magic, took out aВ bottle ofВ champagne from his redВ bag.

– The New Year is already on the threshold, so let’s raise our glasses, friends! Santa Claus said happily.

The guy smiled and sang again:

– Oh, like with Santa Claus

IВ want toВ get acquainted!

My beauty is not enough —

I’ll pay extra with moonshine!

Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden

They go everywhere together.

InВ every house theyВ pour

They have two hundred grams each!

– Uh-uh,” the girls chimed in.

Nadia stamped her foot and danced with the accordion player.

– Well, why are you standing in the entrance, now the chimes will strike, come in, sit down, – I hospitably invited everyone home.

The guy inВ front ofВ us politely bowed and sang:

– And my name is Artem,
The whole house knowsВ me,
Day and night I’m on the accordion
I repeat “Waltz Boston”!
He bowed toВ us once more and introduced himself:
– Artem is my name, hello everyone!

The young man was at most twenty-five years old, he was a tall, fair-haired guy with excellent posture and a beautiful actor’s face.

I put all the guests at the table, there were enough seats for everyone. And at this time, on TV, the president’s congratulations were already coming to an end, the anthem began to play, we all got up from the table, and with a glass in my hands, I said:

– Let’s make our innermost wishes under the chimes and drink champagne. May all your dreams come true in the New Year!

When the chimes struck twelve, our eyes met with Santa Claus, and IВ began toВ realize that they were familiar toВ me, and IВ recognize his long black eyelashes from thousands ofВ other eyelashes. But IВ decided not toВ showВ it.

– I wish you all a Happy New Year! I will give a gift to everyone for pleasure – a poem from your mouth for me! Santa Claus said solemnly.

Artyom took the accordion again and sang ditties:

– I fell in love with Santa Claus.

Oh, he’s a hot man!

So milo congratulatedВ me,

That aВ Snowman was born.

The snowman listened toВ theВ whim

Attach the carrot from the bottom,

And when was it fulfilled —

He melted with shame.

The girls took scarves and kerchiefs and, merrily holding hands, began to dance.

– We sang ditties to you

Is it good, is itВ bad

And now we askВ you

For you toВ clapВ us.

“Friends, I’m waiting for your poems, whoever remembers what tells, and for that I’ll give you a candy with a surprise inside,” said Santa Claus, taking out a bag of sweets with multi-colored candy wrappers from the bag.

– The poems are called “Never regret anything”, author Andrey Dementiev.

Never regret anything after
If what happened can’t be changed.
Like aВ note from the past, crumpling your sadness,
With this past, break the fragile thread.
Never regret what happened.
Ile about what can not happen already …
Nadezhda finished her poems toВ our applause.

– What a clever girl, Nadenka, here take a candy, look at what’s inside, – and Santa Claus handed a blue shiny candy to Nadia.

There was aВ note inВ the candy, she read it out loud:

– Give your kiss to someone you like.

Nadia boldly approached the accordion player and kissed him on the cheek. Artyom also took Nadia’s hand in his palms and kissed her back.

The Sofa became the next declamator. The woman stood inВ the center ofВ the room, straightened her back, straightened her shoulders, she looked already sober, perhaps the champagne quickly turned her head and just as quickly faded away.

– Tell me, Uncle, it’s not for nothing
Moscow, burned byВ fire,
Given toВ aВ Frenchman?
After all, there were fighting fights,
Yes, they say, some more!
No wonder the whole ofВ Russia remembers
About Borodin’s day!