Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

– I propose a toast! – she said cheerfully.

Everyone froze in 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 of disposable cups.

Time runs fast in its own way, the years fly by unnoticed. One year is replaced by another, and a series of years takes childhood, youth, youth is replaced by maturity. All people have a New Year in different ways. Some are sitting at home with their family and quietly celebrating the holiday at home, while others are in large companies having fun and dancing. And no one will ever tell you how to 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 a positive nod in response and remained obediently standing in place.

The rental was a small house and stood in the thick of trees not far from the skating rink. Putting on my skates, I boldly stood on the ice and quickly slid across it. Yura also knew how to skate, and we drove several laps together. Nadia also rode on the ice with us. Having rolled enough, we went to the park. Sofa, Roma and Sasha did not even approach the skating rink, but were all the time at the Christmas tree, cheerfully looking at 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 of a man squeezed into our circle, and he said in a 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 by the arms, and the three of us began to 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.

I decided not to explain anything, waving goodbye to 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 I hurried to the kitchen to put the goose with apples in 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 a click of the lock, and suddenly a 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 in a quarrel!

I wiped my hands on a towel and also went out into the corridor to look at the artists.

The girls, like military men on command, lined up along the wall, but only the commands were distributed not by the military commander, but by Santa Claus himself, his staff was huge, beautifully decorated with tinsel with a star on top. He hit it three times and, as if by magic, took out a bottle of champagne from his red 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 ClausI want to get acquainted!My beauty is not enough —I’ll pay extra with moonshine!Santa Claus with the Snow MaidenThey go everywhere together.In every house they pourThey 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 in front of us politely bowed and sang:

– And my name is Artem,The whole house knows me,Day and night I’m on the accordionI repeat “Waltz Boston”!He bowed to 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 I began to realize that they were familiar to me, and I recognize his long black eyelashes from thousands of other eyelashes. But I decided not to show 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 congratulated me,That a Snowman was born.The snowman listened to the whimAttach 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 it bad

And now we ask you

For you to clap 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 afterIf what happened can’t be changed.Like a 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 to 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 a note in 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 in the center of 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 nothingMoscow, burned by fire,Given to a Frenchman?After all, there were fighting fights,Yes, they say, some more!No wonder the whole of Russia remembersAbout Borodin’s day!

After reading the poem to the end, the Sofa was flushed with excitement, and we applauded standing up, and emotions overwhelmed 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…

In 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.

I was next.

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

Santa Claus praised me, too, handed me a candy with a surprise. In my note it was written that I 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 of 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 of passers-by. I looked around, Peter and Artem were nowhere to be found. Shifting from one foot to the other, the Sofa said:

– I’m freezing…

And then a white limousine appeared around the corner of our house, it drove up to 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 130 degrees. Peter was sitting at the very entrance and was holding out his hand to me like a footman. There was a spicy vanilla smell in the cabin, and music was playing softly. Leather seats stretched along the limo, and on the opposite side there was a 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 of such moments leaves burning bright stars for a lifetime.

Behind a fir branch, in the forest

After a while, the car slowed down and stopped completely. The flap of the lambo door rose up, and a coniferous forest spread out before my eyes. The breeze immediately carried the smell of 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 a forest belt, a frozen lake peeked through the trunks and the thickening twilight. A well-trodden path passed through the trees and led us to it. There were houses near the lake, these were cottages.

– Here we are.

Peter approached a large house, which consisted of two floors and was made entirely of 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 by paths that led to the bathhouse, gazebo and somewhere else. A Chevrolet Aveo, already familiar to me, was parked next to 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 a huge bunch of keys from his slate-colored leather purse. The door was massive and closed with several locks. Turning over the keys one by one, Peter remembered which keys the hostess of the dacha showed him to open this huge door. After a while, the door creaked open. And we immediately found ourselves in a small corridor. The interior was chosen for the country style and was very well suited to the atmosphere of a house made of natural material.

There was an old gramophone in the center of the hall, the case itself did not look shabby, but the handle for the spring factory was all rusted. Peter went up to him and began to sort out the mechanism of the player. And I wanted to 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 of the hall was a staircase leading to the second floor. The steps were far apart from each other, and I had to lift my leg high to move it to a step higher. The second floor had a more cozy atmosphere, it was divided into two rooms. One room was a bedroom with a wide bed, a wardrobe, and on the opposite wall there was a dressing table with a mirror decorated with decorative red roses.

In the other room there was a wood-burning fireplace built into the wall, decorated with ceramic tiles, and two rocking chairs. There was a glass coffee table between the chairs, and on it was a large vase with decorative fruits. The silence of the house was broken by 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 to the stairs, he held out his hand to me so that I 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 a while we ran out of strength and went upstairs.

Near the bed, Peter hugged me and began to kiss 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 to my excited nipple, continuously caressing it. I let out soft moans, and my womb filled with moisture. He abruptly pulled off my panties and entered me. After making a few movements, he lay down contentedly next to me and fell asleep.

Time is running inexorably fast, and the hands on the clock are counting down the minutes of our lives. Minutes form an hour, which turns into a day, days go into years. Years turn into eternal life in the universe. And sometimes you just want to 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 to 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 to the fireplace, took the firewood that was lying next to him, and threw them into the furnace. The fire began to 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.

I remained sitting by the fireplace and looking at the fire. The wood crackled as it burned, the fire darted across the tree like a red monster that left nothing alive in 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.

I cut the sausages and bread into large pieces and put them on skewers. Peter put chairs next to the fireplace, and we sat comfortably in them, picked up a skewer and began to fry from different sides. The sausage slowly browned and exuded a 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 a success. The fried bread was crispy, and the sausages were juicy and smelled of 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 I saw tears in 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 a ringing from the kitchen, something fell to the floor and broke. I followed the sound. Soon a picture appeared before me: not far from the table, two pots were lying on the floor, and a huge rat was sitting next to 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.

The rat immediately darted under the table and disappeared from sight, as if it had heard what we were talking about. Peter put a rat trap with a 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 I felt his lips begin to 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 I was convulsing with voluptuousness, his tongue caressed, and his lips kissed my bosom, and at that moment my paradise was right here and 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 to shake me by the shoulder.

My nightgown was soaked with sweat. When I came to, the same eyes from my nightmare were looking at 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.