Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

It was aВ wonderful summer evening, my room was filled with aВ cloud ofВ dust from aВ huge pile ofВ things that IВ took out from the shelves and put inВ boxes. It was aВ grandiose move toВ Moscow, which completely changed my whole life. Through the wide-open window, the screams ofВ local children who were playing football inВ the yard could be heard.

– This goal was mine, you prevented me, you didn’t score it yourself and didn’t give it to me, – one young football player shouted.

– Let’s hit!

– Go-o-l!” they shouted again.

IВ heard aВ beautiful melody from the phone, and IВ answered.

– Good afternoon, Vladochka, – Peter said in a cheerful voice.

– Good afternoon, Peter.

– I hear screams, what happened there?

– Yes, these are young football players outside the window.

– Are you probably packing your things now and getting ready for the road?

– Yes, I’m packing everything in boxes, tomorrow a car from the transport company will arrive, and the movers will load all the things into the car, and then I will go too.

– You have no idea how glad I am that we will meet soon. Sorry, I can’t talk for a long time now, I’m in a hurry, my service will start in a few minutes.

– See you later, Peter, – I whispered.

– See you later, my dear, – he said warmly in response, and the connection was cut off.

IВ went toВ the window, opened the curtain and shouted with all my might:

– Hooray! Goal!

The boys stopped playing and raised their heads high inВ confusion.

– Actually, there was a penalty!

IВ laughed and walked away from the window.

Apple ofВ discord

The rattling ofВ aВ spoon inВ aВ glass ofВ tea on the table inВ my compartment interrupted my sleep. Opening my eyes slightly, IВ immediately squeezed them shut from the bright light ofВ the lamp that was right aboveВ me.

My neighbor was aВ middle-aged Georgian with beautiful thick hair and aВ pronounced Georgian profile.

It was obvious that he was an intelligent and well-mannered man. There was aВ lot ofВ aristocratic inВ his behavior. He spoke Russian at aВ high level.

Lowering my bare legs from the shelf, I felt the man’s gaze, he was sitting opposite and practically eating them with his eyes.

“I want to help you, – he said.

– Yes, I guess, because I forgot how to ride on the upper shelves.