Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

The taste of the first meeting

The long-awaited day of our meeting has come. It was raining heavily outside the window. My morning started very early, I was spinning in front of the mirror, picking up my clothes. About nine o’clock the doorbell rang. The silhouette of an interesting and very unusual man peeked through the dusty glass of the peephole. The whole strangeness was in his clothes. He was wearing a long raincoat and a black gaucho hat. His beard and long hair emphasized his personality. I moved the lock lever, opened the door, and he came in. Peter’s hair was thick, black, combed back and gathered into a long ponytail. He was tall, about one meter ninety, and had a solid build.

The smell of his perfume filled my apartment. My head was dizzy from the fragrance and the feelings that surged over me, in my thoughts I began to climb high up and swirled in the air with happiness.

And he looked at me tenderly and smiled.

– Hello, here I am,” he said softly.

– Hello, Peter, – I replied, smiling.

I invited him to come into the apartment and offered to take a shower. After a while, the noise of the water subsided. Peter came out steamed, he smelled of the fragrant aroma of gel and shampoo. He changed into a housecoat that he had brought with him.

– Vladochka, I want to hug you,” he whispered.

His warm arms wrapped around my waist and dropped a little lower. I felt the warmth of his body on me. Barely touching my neck with his lips, he said softly:

– Trust me…

– Yes… yes…” I whispered, looking tenderly into his eyes.

So, in an embrace, we spun around, as if in a dance, and sank down on the bed. He hugged me, and his hands greedily touched my body, studying every millimeter. When we reached the highest point of pleasure, my womb was filled with insane desire. Our lips merged in a long kiss, and it seemed to me that we were caught in a whirlpool of endless voluptuousness. Only I didn’t want to rush.

– Peter, wait…” I whispered.

Then I got out of bed and started making tea with bergamot and black currant for us.

“I won’t do anything now,” he said softly and began to dress.

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave right away.

When the door closed behind him, I sat down at the table in confusion.

“Is it really over between us,” I thought, and my tears dripped right into the cup.

But he rang my doorbell again when evening came. Peter stood on the threshold and held in his hands a huge bouquet of red roses.

– My girl, I’ve been dreaming of hugging you again, – he handed me flowers and put his hands on my waist.

– Why did you leave so suddenly? And I looked into his eyes with a little reproach.

“I will always be there for you, even if I leave,” Peter whispered and gently touched my cheek with his lips.

Night came, and we were all talking and could not tear ourselves away from each other, at that moment it seemed to us that it would always be like this. When it was getting light, I made a bed for him in a separate room. And she poured a bath with air foam and decided to lie down in it for a while. The foam pleasantly stroked my skin, gathering into a plentiful air mass, and I was even afraid to move from pleasure. Suddenly the door opened, and Peter appeared on the threshold.

– Let me look at you, how you bathe, – his beard began to move on his cheekbones when he attached great importance to the conversation.

– I thought you were already asleep,” I said in confusion, covering my bare chest with my hand.

He came closer to me and gently ran his hand over my bare stomach, rose higher and stopped at my nipples. He began to massage them with his hands, and then he pressed his lips and began to kiss them continuously. I moaned with pleasure and went limp. The water from the bath began to slowly leave, pleasantly stroking my back, and his lips covered every cell of my body. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. That night we gave each other pleasure, discovering the land of great passion and love.

Love is carrots and all that…

The next day the weather was fine, the puddles from yesterday’s rain had almost dried up. Peter’s car was waiting for us in the parking lot, it was a blue Chevrolet Aveo. She dazzlingly shone with purity so that, coming closer to her, you could see yourself as if in a mirror. The cabin was still neat and smelled fresh citrus.

– What kind of owner is such a car, and your car is just fabulously clean, – I said enthusiastically.

Peter smiled, it was obvious that he was pleased with my compliment. The priest crossed the car and himself, turned on the songs of Father Alexander Starostenko, and we drove off. The navigator took us around the capital, narrow streets were replaced by large wide streets, and so we drove for an hour. We parked near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and got out of the car, where a man was waiting for us.

– Hello. My name is Sergey Valeryevich,” he introduced himself.

The man was dressed in a strict suit that emphasized his business style.

– Let’s go to my office, and after our conversation I will treat you to a delicious lunch, – he smiled and hurriedly walked forward.

Opening a huge door in the building, we went up to the third floor and walked for a long time along a narrow corridor, which was decorated with a carpet, along which various offices of secretaries, ministers and various deputies were located. Sergei Valeryevich was also, apparently, a deputy minister. Finally we reached his office. He was quite strict and formal. A leather armchair, a leather sofa and a work desk with a mini-bar were the boring interior of their owner. On the wall hung a picture of our president and the coat of arms of the country. Camellia flowers on the windowsills and a decorative rose on the floor in a vase slightly diluted the official atmosphere.

The men sat down on opposite sides of the table and immediately began to talk animatedly. I sat comfortably in an armchair and, closing my eyes, decided to rest a little, so I did not immediately delve into their conversation. But when phrases about tribes began to reach me, I, of course, began to listen.

– We want you, Father, to act as a missionary and take Vera to New Guinea. I would like to thank God that there are still such priests,” Sergei Valeryevich said firmly and leaned back, stretching his arms wide along the back of the chair.

– I agree with you, in such places it is impossible without faith, – the priest replied and spread his hands.

– of course. After all, our goal is to develop a civilized society in Papua New Guinea. Many tribes that live there are actually still in the Stone Age and practice cannibalism. Our missionaries work with them. Maybe three drops of cognac before dinner? – Sergey Valeryevich got up from his chair, went to the mini-bar and opened the door of the cherished locker. And there was a huge variety of different bottles with different colored caps.

– Sergey Valeryevich, I would love to, but I’m driving. We still have to go home,” regret could be heard in Peter’s voice.

– Three drops, just three drops. Yes, and if the guys from the traffic police stop, then call me,” our rainbow host said cheerfully.

“Then I agree,” Pyotr said and, smiling, raised the crystal glass to his lips.

The men drank in one gulp and had a snack with a lemon on duty, which was lying on Sergei Valeryevich’s table.

– Good, strong cognac, – said Peter.

Sergey Valeryevich suggested that we go to the dining room with him for lunch.

We went down the stairs to the first floor, the doors to it were open. The dining room turned out to be all in marble and paintings, candlesticks hung on the walls. It smelled of 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 a celebrity next to me and immediately came up to us. He took a picture for me, and we went to 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 a herring on the table, a 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. We got up from the table and slowly began to leave.

Sergey Valeryevich walked us to 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. After parking the car, we got out and headed into the depths of the park.

– The sun is shining in the sky, and the sun is shining side by side, – Peter smiled, holding out his palm to me. I hugged him and took his hand.

The park was very large. We walked along the alley among the benches and fountains. Suddenly he stopped, looked into my eyes and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips.

– And you know, I fell in love with you like a boy, – Peter whispered in my face.

“I’m in love with you too,” I replied.

We continued walking forward, holding hands. I felt him, and he felt me, and it was a state of inexhaustible bliss that we let into our hearts now.

– Look how beautiful it is, up ahead,” I said, admiring.

– Yes, very much.

And Peter approached a young guy who was standing not far from us, holding the handlebars of a bicycle.

– Young man, what is the name of this pond?

– Mmm… I don’t know, sorry, – the guy was confused.

An elderly woman passing by overheard their conversation.

– And this, young people, is the Pioneer Pond, it was created back in the nineteenth century, the whole territory then belonged to the Petty-Bourgeois School. Before the revolution of 1917, the reservoir was called Small. Only when Gorky Park was built here, it was renamed. I worked as a teacher before, so I know the history of this place well.

– Thank you, and I’m also fond of history, – said Peter.

– Grandma, let’s go,” the little boy who was standing next to her said tearfully.

And they immediately left.

After walking a few steps forward, we came even closer to the pond. Boats and catamarans floated in front of us. Small fish splashed in the water, and fry in flocks dissected the pond.

– I have to tell you something, Vladochka. I definitely have to leave tomorrow. I have a service, and I have to be at the temple by the weekend.

– Of course, I understand everything.

I felt very sad, but he had his own life, another family, there, far away, in a completely different country.

– And so that you wouldn’t be sad, I ran to buy delicious ice cream. Which one do you like?

– Buy me a milkshake, then I will try not to be sad, – I tried not to show the true emotions that just engulfed me at that moment.

Peter bought himself an ice cream, a cocktail for me and went to the free catamaran:

– And now we’re going to do a few laps, have we swam?

– Of course, we swam.

Peter quickly stepped into the very center of the catamaran and held out his hand to me. Another second and I was there. Having settled down comfortably, we began to pedal, and splashes of water flew in different directions, getting on our face and clothes.

– Oh, how fun, look at the sun, it has crumbled into small fragments in the water, and it’s like a lot of lights are floating next to us.

– And one piece of glass fell into my catamaran, – laughed Peter.

We talked and laughed merrily, completely oblivious to how our time flew by and the evening crept up. We got home very late.

The next morning Peter began to prepare for departure. Suddenly the phone rang.

– Good afternoon! How are the kids? How is she? he spoke very softly.

I immediately realized that it was my wife calling.

Soon he hung up the phone and continued to work on trousers.

“Do you love her?”

– No, I just live with her, she’s a sick person. Let’s postpone this conversation for later.

– Of course, we will postpone.

– Maybe you won’t come to see me off? Let’s say goodbye at home.

Peter never once looked me in the eye.

“Don’t you want to be with me when the train departs?” I asked sadly.

– No, that’s not the point at all.

Peter got dressed. He took the suitcase by the long handle and said:

– Goodbye, Vlada, and thank you for everything.

And he left the apartment.

Of course, I was somehow uncomfortable. I haven’t smoked for a long time, but at this moment it was just necessary. The pack of cigarettes was in the closet in a small jar for cereals, hidden just for such a special occasion. Along with the cigarette I smoked, the idea came to me that everything in life should be told. I quickly left the house. I looked at my watch and realized that I would definitely make it before the train left, and my legs carried me along the subway faster and faster.

There wasn’t much time left, so I immediately ran to the platform. The train had already been announced, and there were more and more people. Among the many faces, only Peter was missing. Suddenly someone gently took me by the shoulder. My heart almost jumped out of my chest in surprise, I turned around.

– You again, and I recognized you! The gray – haired man was smiling happily.

Oh my God, I recognize that snow-white smile.

– Aristarkh Borisovich, what are you doing at the train station? I asked, confused by the unexpected meeting.

– I’m taking my friend on the train to Kiev, but where is the man who was jealous of me? – the actor asked and laughed.

– Yes, we missed him a little, he is also going to Kiev on this train.

– Here, take my business card, since we have already become friends so much, my dispatcher will answer, if you want to come to my concert, then they will tell you all the necessary information at this number. And now I’m in a hurry. But if I meet you again, then … – Aristarkh Borisovich smiled and winked at me.

A few minutes later, the Moscow – Kiev train started moving and began to pick up speed. I stood thoughtfully on the platform and watched him go until the last car disappeared from sight.

The door at my entrance was half open, someone had planted a stone. When I got to my floor, I felt a hand on my shoulder again and quickly turned around. Peter was standing next to me as if nothing had happened.

– Did you plant the stone? I grinned.

– Yes, I was afraid I’d miss you.

– And I was looking for you at the train station and met you again, you won’t believe it, Aristarch Borisovich.

– Wow, did you meet him again? It happens. And I like to joke sometimes, it’s okay, you’ll get used to it,” and he showed me his ticket, where it was written that the Moscow – Kiev train No. 005 departs tomorrow at two o’clock in the afternoon.

“I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore,” I said with a smile.

– Come on, honey. Shall we go for a walk in Moscow? Peter suggested.

We left the car at a paid parking lot, and we went for a walk along the Arbat.

The walk was long, and it was only late in the evening that we returned home. Peter gave me several gifts: diamond earrings and a beautiful evening dress. If you say that I was happy, then it’s not to say anything at all. I was floating in the air and spinning in a dance, wearing new clothes on myself. He poured a glass of red wine “Cabernet Sauvignon” and offered to drink to our wonderful evening. After a few sips, a wave of warmth swept through his entire body. Peter took my hand, and we embraced and danced into each other.

But the next day came, no matter how we tried to delay the minutes of parting. At the train station, Peter did not take his brown eyes with long eyelashes away from me. His gaze fascinated me more and more, but at the same time it broke my heart. After all, there was a huge mountain of obstacles and uncertainty ahead of our relationship. You can’t love a married priest, my mind screamed, but how I need him, my heart said.

Standing on the platform waiting for the train, our heads were bent towards each other, we held hands, and our lips whispered:

– I love you, my Vladochka.

– I love you, my good one.

“I’m going to miss you so much, honey.

– And me.

– I’ll come to you, you just wait.

The train arrived on schedule. Peter kissed me gently, then stepped inside the car, and soon his silhouette disappeared into the crowd of people leaving. The train started, and the wheels rattled in time with my heart, taking with them my joy and my love.

Santa Claus as a gift

Time passed. The green leaves changed and turned yellow, but soon they too were gone. The bare branches stuck out absurdly in different directions, and the knots were intertwined with each other, like snake-haired monsters. It was the end of December. People were bustling on the street, and in the shops, gift packages with shiny ribbons, snowflakes, decorated Christmas trees were dotted in the windows, and everything was seasoned with flashing lights and garlands. During this time, I got a job in a Moscow beauty salon. I had to get used to Moscow life and learn how to work in the capital, so I was in no hurry to open my own business.

– Vlada, go, you have a client.

Nadia, the salon administrator, came into my staff room.

– Thank you, honey.

I put the unfinished glass of tea in the sink for dishes. A young woman was waiting for me in the hall. After a couple of hours, the work was ready.

– Coloring the roots, tinting and styling, – I told Nadia.

– That’ll be three and a half thousand.”

The client handed the money to the administrator and left.

– Vlada, I’ll come tomorrow at nine in the evening, – Nadia, my new friend and work colleague, said in the voice of the lord. – And we will immediately go to Sokolniki Park for the Christmas tree, it will be so interesting, I have thought everything through to the smallest detail.

– I would like to, – I tried to hide my true mood.

Peter has been in touch very little lately, referring to the large pre-New Year’s employment.

– At five minutes to ten, girls, have you overworked today? Julia, our manicurist, asked loudly.

– Yulka, the red – haired beast, – Nadia said with a grin, – a cold bed is waiting for us, but you run to your overseas prince and faster!

A few more minutes we finished our tea and a little later went outside, closing the salon door with a key.

– See you tomorrow, Nadenka.

And I walked briskly along the snow-dusted sidewalk.

– Taxi, – waving her hand, Nadia ran up to the car.

“Yandex-taxi” was written on a car painted under the brand, and, apparently, at the moment it was standing alone waiting for a passenger. Nadia was very assertive by nature, but with a sense of humor. Her red curls stuck out awkwardly from her hood. She gave her address to the taxi driver, quickly got into the car and closed the door behind her. The car let out a roar of brakes and disappeared from sight.

The next day I was preparing for the New Year. Last night, together with Nadia, we decided to share the responsibilities of preparing a festive dinner. I had a few salads and a baked festive goose stuffed with apples. And Nadia was supposed to bring dessert, French-style meat, a couple more salads and champagne. I spent the whole day in the kitchen, and in the evening, out of impotence, I fell on the sofa and fell asleep. When the doorbell rang, I realized that I didn’t have time to do half of the things.

– Here you go, Sonya, a taxi is waiting for us, and you’re not packed yet. Quickly put on jeans with some kind of jacket and hit the road. I didn’t come alone,” Nadia drawled cheerfully, and I realized that she was drunk.

She went to the table and put some prepared dishes with food and a cake with huge roses, which she brought from home.

– Where did you get so drunk? I asked in surprise, zipping up my jacket.

– We congratulated each other with a neighbor! At first she came to visit me, then I went to her, and then she came to me again,” Nadia replied and burst out loudly with her bright and infectious laughter.

I was getting ready quickly, like a soldier on alert. And after a couple of minutes we went outside.

When we got closer to the taxi, I saw a huge female figure, she occupied most of the cabin.

– Hello, Happy New Year! I said, opening the door and getting into the back seat.

– Hi, my name is Sofa, – said a large, obese woman in a low voice. I’ve heard a lot about you, Vlada. You probably already realized that I’m Nadia’s neighbor.

– I think it will be more fun together, – I muttered to myself and turned away, looking out the window at the kids who were running around in the yard, pretending to be riders on horses. It was unclear to me why Nadia took her with her.

– And I also thought that the three of us would be much more interesting, – Nadia said cheerfully, reading my thoughts.

When we reached Sokolniki Park, the Sofa opened the door in the car, caught on something with its foot and rolled out like a bun, right on the sidewalk. Nadia managed to catch her before she was completely sprawled out in the snow, and so they went to the park in an embrace. I just noticed the package in Nadia’s hands.

– What’s in the bag? I asked.

“Oh, and this is fuel for warming,” Nadia said cheerfully.

Soon we entered Sokolniki Park. The Christmas tree was huge and glowed with multicolored lights. The floodlights illuminated all sides of the park, it lay beautifully on the snow, on the Christmas tree, cutting further into the horizon, taking the rays far to the stars.

A lot of people gathered around. And we moved closer and closer into the crowd, and more and more dances with children formed around us, their happy faces were everywhere. A man with an accordion sang nearby, he danced, calling on everyone to sing along with him. Suddenly, two men dressed in the uniform of paratroopers fell at our feet from the crowd, the third, the largest and very tall man, scooped up two in an armful, having gathered a hand full of snow, and began to rub their cheeks with cold to bring them to their senses.

– What are you guys, you haven’t spent the old year yet, and you’re no longer in good condition. Stand straight and listen to your commander! – he commanded.

The men obediently tried to straighten their chests and draw in their bellies. And then they noticed us.

– Girls, Happy New Year!

– Boys, and you! Nadia answered cheerfully.

– And let’s spend the old year together with us in a warm company, – one of the paratroopers suggested. – I’m Sanya, the most important one in our position and rank is Yura, and next to me – he pointed to a friend who was barely standing next to him – Roma.

– I… I… Roma,” said a middle – aged man, stammering and barely moving his tongue, he was the drunkest of the three.

We also called our names together and took out a bottle of champagne from the bag. We fiddled a little with the bottle stopper, and here is the victory, she loudly banged to our applause. Nadia poured champagne for everyone in a plastic cup.

– I propose a toast! – she said cheerfully.

Everyone froze in anticipation. Even the paratroopers obeyed Nadia.

– For us, the beautiful, and for you, the infidels…

– Well, Nadenka, you offend, all three of us are not married, – said Sanya. “I suggest we get to know each other better,” and he held out his hand to Nadia.

– I have a toast too. We spend the old year so that all the bad things go away with it, and only all the good and good things remain in the New Year,” Yura said, looking at me affectionately.

We all joined together under the clinking of disposable cups.

Time runs fast in its own way, the years fly by unnoticed. One year is replaced by another, and a series of years takes childhood, youth, youth is replaced by maturity. All people have a New Year in different ways. Some are sitting at home with their family and quietly celebrating the holiday at home, while others are in large companies having fun and dancing. And no one will ever tell you how to meet him correctly.

– Now everyone look carefully over there, – Nadezhda stretched out her hand forward, where she was pointing, the skating rink was visible through the trees.

– It’s cool, we’ll celebrate the New Year standing on the ice. Let’s see who’s wearing what? Sasha said, laughing.

– And you, Sasha, I strongly do not recommend going out on the ice at all. You don’t even stand well on the ground,” I said, looking at him ironically.

Sasha gave me a positive nod in response and remained obediently standing in place.

The rental was a small house and stood in the thick of trees not far from the skating rink. Putting on my skates, I boldly stood on the ice and quickly slid across it. Yura also knew how to skate, and we drove several laps together. Nadia also rode on the ice with us. Having rolled enough, we went to the park. Sofa, Roma and Sasha did not even approach the skating rink, but were all the time at the Christmas tree, cheerfully looking at us.

As we got closer, the Sofa took another bottle out of the bag. Cotton – and champagne is spilled. Sasha brought us all together, and we organized a small circle and began to sing softly:

– Under the wing of the plane, the green sea of taiga is singing about something…

Suddenly an unfamiliar figure of a man squeezed into our circle, and he said in a commanding voice:

– Drinking alcoholic beverages in a public place, Article 20.20 of the Code of the Russian Federation “On Administrative Violations” states that…

– Who will you be? Yura asked.

– Andrey Yuryevich, major of the Police Department of the Department of Internal Affairs in the Western District of Moscow, I can also show documents, – the man said, frowning, holding out a red certificate.

– Yurievich, and I’m also Yura, the New Year is today! Let’s better join us, we are military paratroopers.

– Okay, then we’ll drink cognac now, – Andrey Yurievich took a small bottle of three-star cognac from the side pocket of his jacket.

Two other tall girls joined us, they were together with Andrey Yurievich.

– Hooray, Happy New Year, – everyone shouted together, raising their cups up.

– Girls, let’s get acquainted, my name is Sasha.

I pulled Nadia’s sleeve and whispered softly in her ear:

– Let’s get out of here.

We took the Sofa by the arms, and the three of us began to leave the park.

– Vlada, where are you going? – Yura was following me.

– To celebrate the New Year, we spent the old one, – I replied.

– Can I come with you?! Yura asked in a pleading voice.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” and I shrugged in response.

– Maybe we’ll meet after all, leave me your phone number? – the obsessive groom did not lag behind.

I decided not to explain anything, waving goodbye to him.

– Nadenka, I’ll find you, honey, – Sasha shouted after us, he could not stand still at all and staggered from side to side like a pendulum in a clock.

We returned home an hour before the New Year. Nadia busied herself with the table setting.

And I hurried to the kitchen to put the goose with apples in the oven.

– The chimes will strike soon! Nadia said, hastily laying out the dishes and cutlery on the table.

Quite unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

“Who could it be?” Nadia asked.

– Most likely, they made the wrong apartment, I’m not waiting for anyone, – I replied to my friend and continued fussing in the kitchen, laying out hot goose on plates.

“Only Santa Claus can come at this time, but I’ll take a look anyway,” Nadia replied and went to the door.

There was a click of the lock, and suddenly a melody came from the entrance, someone was playing the accordion and singing:

– Five minutes, five minutes,

The clock will strike soon.

Five minutes, five minutes,

Make up those who are in a quarrel!

I wiped my hands on a towel and also went out into the corridor to look at the artists.

The girls, like military men on command, lined up along the wall, but only the commands were distributed not by the military commander, but by Santa Claus himself, his staff was huge, beautifully decorated with tinsel with a star on top. He hit it three times and, as if by magic, took out a bottle of champagne from his red bag.

– 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:

 
– Oh, like with Santa Claus
 
 
I want to get acquainted!
 
 
My beauty is not enough —
 
 
I’ll pay extra with moonshine!
 
 
Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden
 
 
They go everywhere together.
 
 
In every house they pour
 
 
They have two hundred grams each!
 
 
– Uh-uh,” the girls chimed in.
 

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:

 
– And my name is Artem,
The whole house knows me,
Day and night I’m on the accordion
I repeat “Waltz Boston”!
He bowed to us once more and introduced himself:
– Artem is my name, hello everyone!
 

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.