Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

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“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 after
If 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 nothing
Moscow, burned by fire,
Given to a Frenchman?
After all, there were fighting fights,
Yes, they say, some more!
No wonder the whole of Russia remembers
About 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.