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

The rat immediately darted under the table and disappeared from sight, as if it had heard what we were talking about. Peter put aВ rat trap with aВ sausage inside under the table.

– I hope that in the morning she will already be caught, don’t worry, they live only on the ground floor, – said Peter and, taking me by the hand, led me to bed.

We lay down together under the blanket, and IВ felt his lips begin toВ cover my body with kisses again. He spread my legs, and his kisses made them bend at the knees and put them on his shoulders. Soon IВ was convulsing with voluptuousness, his tongue caressed, and his lips kissed my bosom, and at that moment my paradise was right here andВ now.

Ding dong! Ding dong! The clock on the wall struck midnight. I’m walking through the house, this gloomy, gray house. Mother Maria is standing in one room with a dim light, she did not mind that I stayed with them for the night. And here’s another room. With a creak, the door slowly began to open itself. I became terribly interested, and I decided to take a look. What’s behind the door? The room was small, there was nothing in it, only gray wallpaper hung on the wall. There was also a man sitting on the wall, his long, black hair was scattered all over his body, his face was also not visible, it was covered with long hair. The man began to run along the walls, floor and ceiling with great speed, suddenly he crawled up to me. I looked closely at his face and saw his eyes through his hair. Oh, my God, what did I see! It was Peter.

– Peter! Peter!” I shouted through my sleep.

– Vladochka, wake up, what happened?

Peter excitedly began toВ shake me byВ the shoulder.

My nightgown was soaked with sweat. When IВ came to, the same eyes from my nightmare were looking atВ me.

“It can’t be,” I thought. – This Peter from the dream is a real demon. What a stupid and terrible dream. My beloved is just an angel and a kind-hearted father.” I began to drive away the thoughts inspired by this nightmare.

– My sweet, what did you dream about? It’s like you’ve seen the devil.

– I saw him,” I whispered.

– I will take you to the temple for the service, and then you will definitely need to confess to me. And now we have a health day! Peter said.

– What are we going to do? I asked.

– I’ll heat the bathhouse now, there are birch brooms, we’ll get drunk, and then I’ll give you a massage, and you to me, if you want.

– Any queen would envy me.

– And you are my Cinderella! Peter drawled happily.

– But the fairy tale about Cinderella ended well, she married her beloved prince, – I said with joy in my voice.

– Your fairy tale will also be happy, you have to believe in miracles, – and after these words Peter kissed me.

“I’ll go and melt the bathhouse and call you,” he said, going down the stairs.

Almost an hour passed, but he still wasn’t there. My patience snapped, and I threw on a fur coat and went outside.

The bathhouse was made ofВ high-quality timber, and next toВ it was aВ cozy veranda. Peter closed the door tightly, he heated it well, and thick, black smoke poured out ofВ the chimney.

– Vladochka, we will be coming in soon now.

Peter’s face was flushed. He was wearing only a jumper.

Suddenly aВ strong wind blew, which brought toВ us the increasing ringing ofВ bells and the clatter ofВ hooves. And then, from around the bend, aВ trio ofВ white horses harnessed toВ aВ sleigh appeared, and inВ them several men dressed inВ Russian national costume. They swept past us and disappeared somewhere inВ aВ white cloud ofВ snow.

Peter opened the door toВ the bathhouse, and thick steam poured down onВ us.

– The bathhouse has already been heated, let’s go.

We washed for aВ long time, steamed well and whipped each other with aВ birch broom. IВ came out ofВ the bathhouse first, and Peter stayed toВ wash. When IВ was walking home, two men inВ suits blocked my path, and it became clear that these were the men who were riding inВ aВ sleigh.

– Look, Vadik, straight from the bathhouse, – said one of them.

– The dress is just not needed on her, it will be wrong, – Vadik spread his hands.

– But listen, Ivan Terentyevich said to take it quickly and without witnesses. And we have just such a case.

“I’m sorry, young lady, but we were told to kidnap you.

After these words, the tallest man came up toВ me, grabbed me byВ the waist and put it on his shoulder. From surprise, IВ experienced aВ stupor and rode him inВ silence for several minutes. Consciousness turned on only when IВ was already sitting inВ the sleigh.

“But – oh, touch it,” one of them shouted.

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