Miracle beauty
Tsvetana Alеkhina
© Tsvetana Alеkhina, 2022
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The idea of writing this Black Sea novel originated in me back in the year two thousand and twelve. I shelved this idea, and the book was published only in the two thousand and seventeenth year. In the two thousand tenth year, I saw the sea for the first time. I came to Wonder Beauty to work as a waitress for the summer season. One day I was serving guests, and they asked me to take them to the waterfall and be their guide. I did not agree though, but the tour turned out to be fun. Having climbed the waterfall, the guests laughed all the time, and where is the woman! Curvy, long a scythe that greets guests. So the season passed, and the next summer of the two thousand and eleventh year I came to this wonderful place again, and when the summer was ending, a white motorcycle stopped at the entrance to the cafe. I went to the table to take the order, the guy was lighting his pipe and asking about the waterfall. What is he like? During the conversation, I found out that this guys name is Artem, and he lives in Novorossiysk. The guy left, the season ended, and our paths no longer crossed.
My stay on the Black Sea coast ended in the two thousand fourteenth year. This year was special because the Olympic Games were held in Sochi. In the year two thousand and fifteen, I had a child. Therefore, during maternity leave, I was looking through my photos, and nostalgia attacked me. I was mentally transported back to that golden time when I was on the territory of a cafe, where the air was saturated with boxwood, and the Miracle beauty greeted her guests with a noisy, mountain stream of water. I wanted so much to go back to those places, to swim at the waterfall. Therefore, it was born in my head an idea, but should I write a book about a Miracle Beauty? This book had to be necessarily connected with both the waterfall and the woman. The book was written quickly and easily. The image of the main character is a fictional character. I decided that it should be a girl with bright blue eyes, since the water on the waterfall is blue. The name Marina is actually a sea name, and that is how I decided to name my hero. I named the main character Artem, in honor of the same guy who lit a pipe, was interested in the image of a Miracle Beauty, and wearing his helmet left for Novorossiysk. Well, as the legend says, «there are no accidental meetings.» Perhaps thanks to this meeting, I wrote this wonderful the Black Sea novel. Miracle Beauty is my first book. After writing this book, several more books were also published, and I realized that I wanted to write more and more.
Chapter 1
Eight in the morning in the Capital on the air of Love radio.
Bye, everyone thanks for the ride, we will write off in the evening. Marina got out of the car and headed for the main entrance.
You are late again, she heard at the entrance to the office. The boss is angry, but you are still not there. Marina heard all this and ignored the information. She heard it all day after day, and it seemed like an ordinary day to her. She wanted more and more to hide, to be alone, and she was already thinking about whether she wanted to work at all. This beautiful and vulnerable girl already knew in advance how her crazy day would go, and what awaits her in a boring evening. And she was it doesnt matter what the angry boss says, and even if he fires her at all. Behind her back, she indifferently heard the advice of colleagues on how best to act in this situation, and in fact did not know what was best for her to do. Marina took a decisive step towards the directors office, but did not have time to enter there, the director flew out himself.
Marina! He yelled, when would you finally, at least, at least once in your life, come on time! And when, when, I finally get the right material from you.
The head of this organization was not a balanced person. His frenzied screams could practically not be endured by anyone. Marina looked at him with sad, frightened eyes, and for a moment, she was afraid of losing her job, not finding the same material, not seeing her colleagues anymore. What awaits her after her dismissal?
I think so, it seems so to me, the girl did not answer boldly, that I will get the material this year.
«I think so, I think so,» he mimicked her. That colleague could not stand it, and broke the tense situation with their laughter. What do you think, and this year, what month; will you publish your edition? Our editorial office is crashing, it needs to be saved, not flying in the clouds, Marina, I hope for you and your publication. Then he involuntarily looked back and left.
Bravo! Bravo! Marina, you have iron nerves, and holy patience, she has heard numerous voices in her address.
The girl slowly smoked a cigarette, and watched the raindrops slowly trickle down the window. She loved watching the rain, watching the movement of the water. Water is life, she thought. Water will make its way everywhere. Wherever she is. These sounds reminded her of the sound of a waterfall, and she thought it was funny.
What are you thinking of doing? What are the ideas in your crazy head? The silence was broken by an unexpected male voice. Marina looked attentively into the handsome face of a young guy who was looking at her with great interest.
I do not know yet, she replied, I need to think. The girl finished her cigarette and left the room; the guy sat down in her place and watched the same spectacle as spring raindrops slowly dripping from the glass. At the end of the working day, everyone was briskly going home and discussing how to spend a rainy spring evening.
Marina, are you with us. The girl did not freely look back at the voice of a colleague. And I saw the same questioning face of the guy, hoping to hear yes? That she felt a little sorry for him. But the whole team heard no. And the girl walked firmly and resolutely to the metro station.
Finally, I am home, finally, I am in the bathroom, she thought. Is there really no place to go tomorrow, and I will not see or hear anyone. The girl locked herself in the bathroom, stripped naked, and went to the mirror. She looked at her reflection for a long time, and thought about what she needed to change in life. In the reflection, she saw a young, very beautiful girl. She was a white-skinned, black-haired beauty with bright blue eyes. Medium height, with severe facial features. The perfect shape of her eyebrows, as well as thin lips, the right shape emphasized her beauty on her face. Her black, long, curly hair fell down to her waist, and lay evenly on her waist. It was a girl, a wonderful beauty. She knew about it, and many times, she heard compliments addressed to her, but did not attach much importance to it. Entering the shower stall, and abruptly closing the curtain, she saw a drawing with dolphins. They are lucky! They see the sea every day. Not like me. How I would like to be in their place for at least one day. And after getting out of the shower, she went to her room, the girl saw the missed calls on the phone. A friend called.
Stop being sour at home, let us go and unwind, she heard on the phone. The cafe was stuffy and fun.
With you? You are somewhat sluggish.
I do not know. I have lost my inspiration, I do not know what to write about, and I want to be alone more and more. I want to go to the sea so much, I constantly hear the sound of water and waves, I do not know why.
Oh-oh-oh! Yes, you just have a spring depression; the beach season is still far away. So in the summer well all go together. You, Max and me.
Yes, you are right, friend. She looked sideways at her friend, and realized how much she loved her. She was a dyed brunette, not tall, with wide brown eyes, and an explosive temper. The girls face was dotted with freckles, which vividly expressed the temperament of her character. We will definitely go together in the summer, Marina said, finishing her coffee.
Dear ladies, why are we bored?! A mans voice rang out.
Where are you? A friend asked in a dissatisfied voice from a guy who sat down at their table. We have been sitting here for a long time.
You need to arrange a personal life, and then it will become much easier. Well, you cannot go to the sea without a guy.
Perhaps it is. On the sea, the main sea, not the guy.
Girls, its April, let us discuss the order better.
At the same time, three young people were sitting at the table of a motorcycle bar in the city of Novorossiysk and discussing the opening of the motorcycle season.
Today, oddly enough, there are many people for a simple day. The opening of the moto season is coming soon, not only the moto, but also the beach. The staff of the cafe could not cope with the work, and swore among themselves.
What are your plans for the season? One of the guys asked a friend sitting next to him.
I do not know yet, I am afraid to guess.
Change the moth? Maybe a motto wedding?! A third joined their conversation.
No. I will not sell my horse to anyone, this is my faithful friend, and for the wedding, I have not yet met a soul mate. So far, it is easy to earn money and have a good summer.
And I would change my horse, said one of my friends, I hope for this summer. The three guys continued a lively conversation in a cozy, rock bar on the Black Sea coast.
I hope the summer will be hot. An elderly man spoke while inspecting the cafes territory.
«Whats that to you?» The interlocutor who was standing next to him and calmly watching what was happening asked him.
Maybe there will be more people, you will earn more money.
Happiness is not in money, but in their quantity. The answer came with a grin in his voice.
What do you think to do here this summer, what kind of show is waiting for us?
So far, everything is a secret. Then you will find out everything. A man answered with a mocking smile, and watched the movement of the river.
The river flowed in a fast stream. The shores were crowded, and went beyond it, after a long and cold winter. The air in this area was so clean and fresh that it was impossible to breathe enough of it. It was completely impregnated with boxwood. There were so many of them that the gorge was named «Boxwood». Spring flowers were already blooming on the elevated hills that surrounded this place. The hills were shrouded in vines, covered with moss in some places, and a layer of autumn foliage lay on them. Thanks to what, this place it looked like an enchanted forest. On the territory of this area, you could walk for hours, or just sit and listen to the birds singing. A beautiful bridge stretched over the river, and two men stood silently and watched how fast the water in the river was running and foaming. The blue streams of water were so clear and transparent that the bottom could be seen. And here are the first tourists!
They are not the first, they have been walking here all winter, the second interlocutor replied.
I wanted to say for today. The tour, coming closer, asked the men,
«Will they be able to go further?» What is this river? And what kind of place is this? We are from a sanatorium, they continued, and we do not know anything here.
This is the Sochi National Park, «Boxwood Gorge», and then there is the waterfall «Miracle Beauty». You can admire this river, only now, in the summer it will dry up, go further to the waterfall, there is beautiful nature.
The morning in Moscow passed as usual. «Im late again,» Marina, said.
Not again, but again, the friend picked up.
I have every day, Groundhog Day. I am late every day, every day at work I hear wild screams and whispering colleagues. And at home in the evening from parents about unsettled life.
Everything will get better soon. Let us go and have a rest, her friend supported her. Why dont you hook up with your colleague? It is obvious from him that he is not indifferent to you.
I am not attracted to him. I think he is boring.
«I think hes just shy.» Okay, see you tonight, do not get bored. The girl got out of the car and walked quickly to work. It was noisy and lively at work, and to Marinas great surprise, no one yelled at her.
Something is too quiet, she said, something is wrong!
Chief, too busy with the upcoming holidays.
What are your plans for the May weekend? One of the colleagues asked the girl.
I did not make any plans; I do not even know what to answer. Perhaps with friends at the dacha.
Our team offers to rent a country house in the Moscow region, for all holidays. We hope that you will be with us! A colleague spoke animatedly. It will be great! How do you look at it?
A tempting offer, more likely yes than no. Chief, will he join our ranks?! Marina asked sarcastically.
No. A colleague answered, God forbid. He will go abroad.
It is a gift from the Gods, the girl said, and then I am definitely with you! That is good, the colleague replied. When she got home, Marina, as usual, slipped into her room so as not to cross paths with her parents.
Marina, daughter, we have a festive dinner today.
What kind of holiday?
Aunt Natasha is coming to us to sit with us before the weekend.
Why not on the weekend?
She is going to the sea, for the whole weekend.
People are lucky. The girl thought to herself. It is good that she will come; we can have a quiet dinner. There was a friendly atmosphere at dinner. Aunt Natasha, who loved adventurous stories and adventures, talked about her trips and trips to cafes. Yes, I still have that aunt, I would like her character, the girl thought to herself, watching her aunt finish a glass of wine.
Marinochka, and let us go to the sea with me, suddenly unexpectedly, a slightly intoxicated woman said. Marina was amazed at the unexpected offer.
But we wanted to go with the team, out of town.
But we! They wanted to! Her aunt mimicked her, and laughed. Marina remembered the boss who mimicked her not so long ago, and it hurt her.
Agree!!!! She heard it from her mother.
It will be great!!! You wont get bored with me!!!! The thought that she would see the sea instantly settled in her mind.
At sea? For such a short period? I wanted to go on vacation with friends in the summer.
I wanted to! Marina heard her being mocked again. You are going, period. Now you and I will buy us tickets! On the Internet! Turn on the computer. And in the summer you will go again, where you wanted to go with your friends. Do not forget that you have a cheerful aunt. Marinochka, talk to your aunt, I see you have sad eyes. The woman who came to Marinas room spoke. What is the matter with you?
There is no order at work; I do not know what to write about. I have a creative crisis. Inspiration is gone.