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

– 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:

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:

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:

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.

– 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.

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.

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.