Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

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Such a pleasant feeling when on a warm winter day soft and fluffy snow falls in white flakes on the face and clothes. It’s just as good when, wrapped in a soft, warm blanket in the bitter cold, you sit at home and drink hot tea with lemon and melissa. It is also good when your loved one envelops you with his tenderness, and you feel his love, it warms your heart, carrying it through the years.

Volleys ofВ flickering fireworks greeted us as we stepped outside. Right at the entrance, the kids were fussing, setting up their festive fireworks and throwing firecrackers at the feet ofВ passers-by.

IВ looked around, Peter and Artem were nowhere toВ be found. Shifting from one foot toВ the other, the Sofa said:

– I’m freezing…

And then aВ white limousine appeared around the corner ofВ our house, it drove up toВ us slowly and gracefully.

– Girls, – Artem shouted, opening the window of the limousine, come to us, the carriage is served.

The limo stopped at the entrance. The lambo door leaf turned 130В degrees.

Peter was sitting at the very entrance and was holding out his hand toВ me like aВ footman. There was aВ spicy vanilla smell inВ the cabin, and music was playing softly. Leather seats stretched along the limo, and on the opposite side there was aВ bar with wine glasses and champagne.

– How do you like my surprise, Vladochka? – and Peter put his arm around my shoulders.

– It’s a very nice idea, but the biggest gift is your unexpected arrival.

– I really wanted to see you and give you and me a holiday.

– You did great.

– No, honey, it’s just beginning. Something very pleasant and unforgettable is waiting for you now.

Our limo was moving smoothly and quickly along the highway. We were happy that night, and the memory ofВ such moments leaves burning bright stars for aВ lifetime.

Behind aВ fir branch, inВ the forest

After aВ while, the car slowed down and stopped completely. The flap ofВ the lambo door rose up, and aВ coniferous forest spread out before my eyes.

The breeze immediately carried the smell ofВ pine needles and fir cones.

– Have a nice weekend, – I said goodbye to everyone who stayed in the car, and Peter and I slowly walked to the exit.

The forest with sparse trees was more like aВ forest belt, aВ frozen lake peeked through the trunks and the thickening twilight. AВ well-trodden path passed through the trees and led us toВ it.