Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

Peter went toВ the fireplace, took the firewood that was lying next toВ him, and threw them into the furnace. The fire began toВ flare up more and more, and the yellow-red flames began their all-consuming dance.

– Now I’ll bring a bag of food, – said Peter and went to the stairs.

IВ remained sitting byВ the fireplace and looking at the fire. The wood crackled as it burned, the fire darted across the tree like aВ red monster that left nothing alive inВ its path.

– Have you been waiting, honey? And one funny thought has just come to my mind, because it turns out that we haven’t eaten at all this year,” Peter said and laughed out loud.

“We should be very hungry right now,” I smiled back.

IВ cut the sausages and bread into large pieces and put them on skewers. Peter put chairs next toВ the fireplace, and we sat comfortably inВ them, picked up aВ skewer and began toВ fry from different sides. The sausage slowly browned and exuded aВ fragrant smell.

– I wonder whose house it is? I asked.

– One woman, she is my spiritual child, I pray for her soul every day, and in gratitude she allowed me to live in it for free.

– Do you have many such spiritual children, Father?

– A lot, Vladochka, it’s easier for me with women, but men also have spiritual children. Here, for example, the car I’m driving now was given to me by a cool and famous bandit Prince.

– A bandit? I didn’t think they had any kind of relationship with the clergy.

– Of course there is! But how? I confess my sins to him, and for this he thanks me with gifts and money. I have a lot of rich women in spiritual children who have their own business. There are owners of a cheese factory, a tannery and a food fragrance factory.

– Very interesting. Tell me about your wife.

“Not now,” he said.

“I need to know everything, tell me,” I already insisted.

“Okay, we’ll talk, but only after dinner, otherwise your appetite will disappear,” Peter replied and laughed.

Grilled sausages and fried bread were aВ success. The fried bread was crispy, and the sausages were juicy and smelled ofВ smoke.

“After a delicious dinner, we can talk,” Peter said in a satisfied voice, looking at the dying embers in the fireplace and turning over baked potatoes with a stick.