Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love. Svetlana MirraiЧитать онлайн книгу.
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