Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

– Vladochka, do not attach much importance to this, breaking the rules, I will not cross the boundaries of our friendship. Better tell me about yourself.

– Peter, you have me very much in your favor, and I want to share a lot.

– Well, here you are again, Vlada, we have now switched to you, – his voice became quieter and more affectionate with me.

– In my life there was no communication with a priest at all, and therefore I want to tell one story.

– Of course, tell me what’s bothering you,” the priest said gently.

– When I was ten years old, my parents died in a car accident. Aunt Nina, my mother’s sister, took me to live with her. But while I was living with her, she was constantly drinking and driving gentlemen. Therefore, at the age of seventeen, after school, I left home for a completely different city and began to live independently. And she went on drinking.

– How old are you? Peter asked.

– Thirty – five,” I said.

– My girl, you are still so young, you still have a lot ahead of you. The main thing in life is not to lose yourself and love God. If you want, I will always support you.

– Yes, I want it, I really want it, – I answered and pressed the phone to my chest…

– I will always be there, – said Peter and hung up.

The next day, a burgundy Volvo drove up to my entrance, without turning on the headlights, the driver got out of the car. He lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. I walked up to the car, greeted the taxi driver and said:

– On Kamenskaya, forty-three.

Sitting comfortably in the seat, I closed my eyes and began to think about him. Maybe it’s bad to think about a married man, especially a priest, but it began to seem to me that I was falling in love with his voice, his manner of communication, and I wanted to be near him.

– Girl, wake up… – the driver said loudly.

I was startled and woke up.

– Girl, you can get out, we’ve been standing on Kamenskaya, forty – three for a minute, – the taxi driver said with a smile.

A few minutes later I was standing on the threshold of the theater. There were a lot of people gathered in the lobby, they were crowding everywhere: at the entrance, in the locker room, in the long corridors. They were smartly dressed, so a state of celebration reigned everywhere. There were tables with various trinkets and souvenirs along the walls, there was everything you could buy for a slow-moving onlooker. When the first bell rang, the audience slowly began to pass into the huge hall. And I was sitting in the buffet of the theater, enjoying the aroma and taste of latte, and with the second bell I also went to the stalls to take my place.

My dear reader, let’s open the veil of a woman’s soul with you, what does she want and what is she looking for? Spirituality is theaters, movies, exhibitions, wants attention, but most of all she is waiting for love.

My soul was also full of expectation of this feeling and, like a wonderful rose, is ready to open its ripe bud towards female happiness. And I saw this happiness in Peter.

Two months have passed. It was a wonderful summer evening, my room was filled with a cloud of dust from a huge pile of things that I took out from the shelves and put in boxes. It was a grandiose move to Moscow, which completely changed my whole life. Through the wide-open window, the screams of local children who were playing football in the yard could be heard.

– This goal was mine, you prevented me, you didn’t score it yourself and didn’t give it to me, – one young football player shouted.

– Let’s hit!

– Go-o-l!” they shouted again.

I heard a beautiful melody from the phone, and I answered.

– Good afternoon, Vladochka, – Peter said in a cheerful voice.

– Good afternoon, Peter.

– I hear screams, what happened there?

– Yes, these are young football players outside the window.

– Are you probably packing your things now and getting ready for the road?

– Yes, I’m packing everything in boxes, tomorrow a car from the transport company will arrive, and the movers will load all the things into the car, and then I will go too.

– You have no idea how glad I am that we will meet soon. Sorry, I can’t talk for a long time now, I’m in a hurry, my service will start in a few minutes.

– See you later, Peter, – I whispered.

– See you later, my dear, – he said warmly in response, and the connection was cut off.

I went to the window, opened the curtain and shouted with all my might:

– Hooray! Goal!

The boys stopped playing and raised their heads high in confusion. One of them hesitantly shouted back:

– Actually, there was a penalty!

I laughed and walked away from the window.

Apple of discord

The rattling of a spoon in a glass of tea on the table in my compartment interrupted my sleep. Opening my eyes slightly, I immediately squeezed them shut from the bright light of the lamp that was right above me.

My neighbor was a middle-aged Georgian with beautiful thick hair and a pronounced Georgian profile.

It was obvious that he was an intelligent and well-mannered man. There was a lot of aristocratic in his behavior. He spoke Russian at a high level.

Lowering my bare legs from the shelf, I felt the man’s gaze, he was sitting opposite and practically eating them with his eyes.

“I want to help you, – he said.

– Yes, I guess, because I forgot how to ride on the upper shelves.

His strong hands touched my legs and slid higher, up my buttocks, penetrating my dress with his fingers, a little higher, and, putting his arm around my waist, he lowered me down. My body clung to him for a second, and I involuntarily felt the exciting smell of his skin.

– My name is Avtandil, I come from the city of Tbilisi. And you, girl, where are you going?

– To Moscow. My name is Vlada.

– Vladochka, try the apples from my native house, – and he held out a grated liquid apple to shine.