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

After reading the poem toВ the end, the Sofa was flushed with excitement, and we applauded standing up, and emotions overwhelmedВ us.

– I read it extraordinarily, – said Santa Claus and held out a candy with a surprise.

The sofa took it and modestly sat down at the table.

– What is written there, read it! Nadia said, trying to take the candy from her friend’s hands.

– I’m on my own. Tell me about your love, if it is in your heart,” it was written in block letters on a small piece of paper. The sofa began to look around the room, she was looking for something with her eyes, as if peering into every detail of the interior. And when she saw the icon of the Kazan Mother of God on the window behind the curtain, she came up, knelt down and, bowing her head down, said softly, almost in a whisper:

– Oh… God, how I love you! I’m sorry for everything…

InВ the silence that reigned, she silently got up from her knees, wiped the tears that appeared on her cheeks, and sat down at our table.

IВ was next.

– In the morning in the rye nook,
Where the matting is paid inВ aВ row,
Seven were foaled byВ aВ bitch,
Seven red-haired puppies.

Santa Claus praised me, too, handed me aВ candy with aВ surprise. InВ my note it was written that IВ should share my innermost dream and desires.

– I want my beloved Peter to be with me now, – with these words I tore the piece of paper into small pieces and threw it up.

– And wishes must be fulfilled, because I am a magical Santa Claus, – and hitting the floor three times with a staff, he took off his beard and hat.

“It’s hot at your house, Vladochka,” Peter said with a smile and gently hugged me.

– So you know each other? And I’m thinking how Santa Claus can come to visit, this just doesn’t happen,” Nadia said cheerfully.

– But you did believe in a fairy tale a little? Peter asked.

– They believed me,” the girls laughed in response.

“But she’s here and hasn’t left you yet!” “Get dressed and go downstairs, and Artyom and I will be waiting for you outside.”

Such a pleasant feeling when on a warm winter day soft and fluffy snow falls in white flakes on the face and clothes. It’s just as good when, wrapped in a soft, warm blanket in the bitter cold, you sit at home and drink hot tea with lemon and melissa. It is also good when your loved one envelops you with his tenderness, and you feel his love, it warms your heart, carrying it through the years.

Volleys ofВ flickering fireworks greeted us as we stepped outside. Right at the entrance, the kids were fussing, setting up their festive fireworks and throwing firecrackers at the feet ofВ passers-by. IВ looked around, Peter and Artem were nowhere toВ be found. Shifting from one foot toВ the other, the Sofa said:

– I’m freezing…

And then aВ white limousine appeared around the corner ofВ our house, it drove up toВ us slowly and gracefully.

– Girls, – Artem shouted, opening the window of the limousine, come to us, the carriage is served.

The limo stopped at the entrance. The lambo door leaf turned 130В degrees. Peter was sitting at the very entrance and was holding out his hand toВ me like aВ footman. There was aВ spicy vanilla smell inВ the cabin, and music was playing softly. Leather seats stretched along the limo, and on the opposite side there was aВ bar with wine glasses and champagne.

– How do you like my surprise, Vladochka? – and Peter put his arm around my shoulders.

– It’s a very nice idea, but the biggest gift is your unexpected arrival.

– I really wanted to see you and give you and me a holiday.

– You did great.

– No, honey, it’s just beginning. Something very pleasant and unforgettable is waiting for you now.

Our limo was moving smoothly and quickly along the highway. We were happy that night, and the memory ofВ such moments leaves burning bright stars for aВ lifetime.

Behind aВ fir branch, inВ the forest

After aВ while, the car slowed down and stopped completely. The flap ofВ the lambo door rose up, and aВ coniferous forest spread out before my eyes. The breeze immediately carried the smell ofВ pine needles and fir cones.

– Have a nice weekend, – I said goodbye to everyone who stayed in the car, and Peter and I slowly walked to the exit.

The forest with sparse trees was more like aВ forest belt, aВ frozen lake peeked through the trunks and the thickening twilight. AВ well-trodden path passed through the trees and led us toВ it. There were houses near the lake, these were cottages.

– Here we are.

Peter approached aВ large house, which consisted ofВ two floors and was made entirely ofВ timber.

“It’s beautiful here,” I said, looking around.

Currant and raspberry bushes grew around the house. The yard was well maintained and clearly divided byВ paths that led toВ the bathhouse, gazebo and somewhere else. AВ Chevrolet Aveo, already familiar toВ me, was parked next toВ the house.

– Tell me, who is Artyom?

– The son of my old acquaintance from Ukraine, who now lives in Moscow. A good, smart guy, he is studying at the institute to become a dentist.

Peter took out aВ huge bunch ofВ keys from his slate-colored leather purse. The door was massive and closed with several locks. Turning over the keys one byВ one, Peter remembered which keys the hostess ofВ the dacha showed him toВ open this huge door. After aВ while, the door creaked open. And we immediately found ourselves inВ aВ small corridor. The interior was chosen for the country style and was very well suited toВ the atmosphere ofВ aВ house made ofВ natural material.

There was an old gramophone inВ the center ofВ the hall, the case itself did not look shabby, but the handle for the spring factory was all rusted. Peter went up toВ him and began toВ sort out the mechanism ofВ the player. And IВ wanted toВ go around the whole house and look around. The hall on the ground floor was most likely intended for receiving guests, festive events, and there were also two sports simulators. At the end ofВ the hall was aВ staircase leading toВ the second floor. The steps were far apart from each other, and IВ had toВ lift my leg high toВ move it toВ aВ step higher. The second floor had aВ more cozy atmosphere, it was divided into two rooms. One room was aВ bedroom with aВ wide bed, aВ wardrobe, and on the opposite wall there was aВ dressing table with aВ mirror decorated with decorative red roses.

InВ the other room there was aВ wood-burning fireplace built into the wall, decorated with ceramic tiles, and two rocking chairs. There was aВ glass coffee table between the chairs, and on it was aВ large vase with decorative fruits. The silence ofВ the house was broken byВ an ancient melody, which is now playing on the ground floor.

– Vladochka, I seem to have coped with a difficult task and launched the old technique.

– I’m coming to you.

Peter was waiting for me next toВ the stairs, he held out his hand toВ me so that IВ was safely at the bottom. Then he hugged me and we danced.

– One-two-three, one-two-three,” we repeated, making waltzing movements to the music.

“This New Year’s Eve is the longest in my life,” I said in a happy voice.

– After all, it’s good, we are together, and we are happy, – Peter smiled in response, and his gaze pierced me so that I trembled, and butterflies tickled my lower abdomen.

After aВ while we ran out ofВ strength and went upstairs.

Near the bed, Peter hugged me and began toВ kissВ me.

“How I’ve missed you all this time,” he whispered, continuing to kiss, rising from the shin and higher, exposing me more and more.

He lifted the dress, covering my naked tummy with kisses. Unbuttoning the bra, he eagerly clung toВ my excited nipple, continuously caressing it. IВ let out soft moans, and my womb filled with moisture. He abruptly pulled off my panties and entered me. After making aВ few movements, he lay down contentedly next toВ me and fell asleep.

Time is running inexorably fast, and the hands on the clock are counting down the minutes ofВ our lives. Minutes form an hour, which turns into aВ day, days go into years. Years turn into eternal life inВ the universe. And sometimes you just want toВ stop time.

When we woke up, it was already dark outside the window.

– Hi, sonya, – said Peter in a warm voice. – it’s probably about six in the evening.

– We’re not in a hurry today, are we? I asked, stretching while lying on the bed.

– Of course, we can live here for a month, but I can only be with you for three days. And then I will have to go to Chernigov and be at the service in the temple.

“It’s a pity that it won’t be so long,” I said and sighed sadly.

– And now it will be for a very long time, – said Peter and began to kiss my excited nipples, and his hand began to walk between my legs.

“You’re my most desirable man,” I said, putting my arms around his neck.

When we enjoyed each other enough, we immediately wanted toВ eat.

– Vladochka, I bought sausages, meat, potatoes and bread. We can make a grill out of them,” Peter said happily.

– Let’s light up the fireplace, – I said, throwing on a light translucent robe on the go, yesterday I still managed to leave some of my things in the bag.

Peter went toВ the fireplace, took the firewood that was lying next toВ him, and threw them into the furnace. The fire began toВ flare up more and more, and the yellow-red flames began their all-consuming dance.

– Now I’ll bring a bag of food, – said Peter and went to the stairs.

IВ remained sitting byВ the fireplace and looking at the fire. The wood crackled as it burned, the fire darted across the tree like aВ red monster that left nothing alive inВ its path.

– Have you been waiting, honey? And one funny thought has just come to my mind, because it turns out that we haven’t eaten at all this year,” Peter said and laughed out loud.

“We should be very hungry right now,” I smiled back.

IВ cut the sausages and bread into large pieces and put them on skewers. Peter put chairs next toВ the fireplace, and we sat comfortably inВ them, picked up aВ skewer and began toВ fry from different sides. The sausage slowly browned and exuded aВ fragrant smell.

– I wonder whose house it is? I asked.

– One woman, she is my spiritual child, I pray for her soul every day, and in gratitude she allowed me to live in it for free.

– Do you have many such spiritual children, Father?

– A lot, Vladochka, it’s easier for me with women, but men also have spiritual children. Here, for example, the car I’m driving now was given to me by a cool and famous bandit Prince.

– A bandit? I didn’t think they had any kind of relationship with the clergy.

– Of course there is! But how? I confess my sins to him, and for this he thanks me with gifts and money. I have a lot of rich women in spiritual children who have their own business. There are owners of a cheese factory, a tannery and a food fragrance factory.

– Very interesting. Tell me about your wife.

“Not now,” he said.

“I need to know everything, tell me,” I already insisted.

“Okay, we’ll talk, but only after dinner, otherwise your appetite will disappear,” Peter replied and laughed.

Grilled sausages and fried bread were aВ success. The fried bread was crispy, and the sausages were juicy and smelled ofВ smoke.

“After a delicious dinner, we can talk,” Peter said in a satisfied voice, looking at the dying embers in the fireplace and turning over baked potatoes with a stick.

– Where is your wife now?

– She is in the hospital, undergoing chemotherapy under the supervision of doctors. She’ll be there for another week. After all, she has breast cancer, I already told you about it.

– Can she die? I asked with a little regret.

– There are two options: she will die or I will help her recover. I am raising money for her treatment, and people are helping me with this. Vladochka, I never loved her, and I only got married out of pity. She had a bad relationship with her mother. And now it’s very hard for me to live with her, she shouts at me for any reason. These scandals bother me. I’m an unhappy person.

And IВ saw tears inВ his eyes.

– I can’t leave her, because I’m a priest, I can’t. I may be defrocked, and I will be a father-stripped.

“I didn’t know about it, Peter, and I’m in a lot of pain right now,” I said softly, and tears flowed down my cheeks.

– Vladochka, I really need you. But please, let’s not decide anything yet, time will put everything in its place. I can’t live without you.

“I need you very much too, very, very much,” I replied.

Pyotr’s face turned pink from the fire, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off. It was about midnight, and I didn’t feel like sleeping at all yet. On the ground floor there was a small bookcase with old, thick books and countless volumes of encyclopedias. I took one book and decided to look through it a little. The house was silent and completely silent, and only a small crackling of dying embers came from the fireplace.

Suddenly, on the first floor, there was aВ ringing from the kitchen, something fell toВ the floor and broke. IВ followed the sound. Soon aВ picture appeared before me: not far from the table, two pots were lying on the floor, and aВ huge rat was sitting next toВ me and looking at me with its small black beady eyes.

– Boom! – suddenly said Peter, who was already standing behind me, hugging me around the waist. – I forgot to warn you, there are rats here.

– I already understood! I answered, laughing.

– Vlada, and you are very brave, as I see. What if they were robbers?

– It’s nothing…

– Yes… here Lydia Ivanovna asked to set traps for rodents.