Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

We went down the stairs toВ the first floor, the doors toВ it were open. The dining room turned out toВ be all inВ marble and paintings, candlesticks hung on the walls. It smelled ofВ delicious and fragrant food. Two young girls worked at the distribution, they laid out dishes on plates and smiled sweetly at everyone.

– My dear, hello! – the gray-haired man said loudly and took my hand, I recoiled from him in surprise, but when I looked at his face, I recognized him as a pop artist Aristarch Borisovich.

“Scared?” laughing in his velvety, beautiful voice, he asked.

– A little. Hello, Aristarkh Borisovich,” I said happily, coming out of my stupor.

– Bon appetit, and I’ll go, or a photo for memory? and his face melted into a snow – white smile.

Peter saw aВ celebrity next toВ me and immediately came up toВ us. He took aВ picture for me, and we went toВ lunch.

– We also have pop stars, so Aristarkh Borisovich came to dine with us. And I have chosen all the most delicious for you.

And indeed, there was aВ herring on the table, aВ smoked sausage, fried chicken with vegetables and fragrant borscht with pampushki.

– My father told me that you are not a vegetarian, and I included meat in the diet, – Sergey Valeryevich said carefully.

We sat down at the table. Everything was really delicious.

– The food is wonderful, – said the priest, he culturally brought a napkin to his mouth and dabbed her lips.

– Yes, we have the best chefs.

– As for the service in New Guinea, your main residence is in the city of Port Moresby, and from there you will go to different settlements and small towns. We will provide housing and food. You think about it and call me within a month.

Sergey Valeryevich finished his tea and, looking into my eyes, added:

– Yes, and of course, Father, consult your mother.

I nodded uncertainly and looked down. I was embarrassed to be in someone else’s role.

Sergey Valeryevich walked us toВ the car and said goodbye.

– Where are we going, Vladochka? Peter asked, sitting at the wheel.

– To Kiev! I replied and laughed.

– No, we don’t need to go to Kiev yet, – he said playfully.

– Then let’s go to heaven!

– That’s it, let’s go to heaven!

Gorky Park has become our paradise for today.