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

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.

      – 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 of high-quality timber, and next to it was a cozy veranda. Peter closed the door tightly, he heated it well, and thick, black smoke poured out of the chimney.

      – Vladochka, we will be coming in soon now.

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

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

      Peter opened the door to the bathhouse, and thick steam poured down on us.

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

      We washed for a long time, steamed well and whipped each other with a birch broom. I came out of the bathhouse first, and Peter stayed to wash. When I was walking home, two men in suits blocked my path, and it became clear that these were the men who were riding in a 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 to me, grabbed me by the waist and put it on his shoulder. From surprise, I experienced a stupor and rode him in silence for several minutes. Consciousness turned on only when I was already sitting in the sleigh.

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