Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

In the morning, when the sunlight began to penetrate into my room, only wet patterns on the glass remained in memory of the rain. Such rainy weather has not been for a long time, and therefore I was happy to look out the window at the sun’s glare, which was reflected in puddles.

The phone rang, and a man’s voice wished me good morning. But I didn’t immediately understand who was talking to me.

– Vlada, it’s the priest who’s bothering you again.

– Come on, Father, what kind of concern can there be, I’m glad you called.

– Then I will call you every day. Our weather is so sunny, and the birds are singing in my soul. How are you?

“We didn’t get to talk to you last time,” I said.

– It’s God’s will for everything. And let’s talk right now.

“I want to talk about faith, hope and love,” I said.

– Probably, it will be about your friends? – the priest said with a touch of irony.

– About self – belief, hope for a better future and about love, which I have been waiting for for a long time, – I did not lose my head, I replied.

– Intricate, as I see it, you are a young lady, but it even pleases me. You can talk to me on absolutely any and different topics. Even the innermost secrets can be trusted with a priest. And with your permission, I want to switch to you.

– Okay, let’s break my rules,” I replied.

– And what, are there any other rules? – he was surprised.

– My personal rules of communication.

– Vladochka, do not attach much importance to this, breaking the rules, I will not cross the boundaries of our friendship. Better tell me about yourself.

– Peter, you have me very much in your favor, and I want to share a lot.

– Well, here you are again, Vlada, we have now switched to you, – his voice became quieter and more affectionate with me.

– In my life there was no communication with a priest at all, and therefore I want to tell one story.

– Of course, tell me what’s bothering you,” the priest said gently.

– When I was ten years old, my parents died in a car accident. Aunt Nina, my mother’s sister, took me to live with her. But while I was living with her, she was constantly drinking and driving gentlemen. Therefore, at the age of seventeen, after school, I left home for a completely different city and began to live independently.