Oh God, how I love you! Im sorry for everything
In the silence that reigned, she silently got up from her knees, wiped the tears that appeared on her cheeks, and sat down at our table.
I was next.
In the morning in the rye nook,
Where the matting is paid in a row,
Seven were foaled by a bitch,
Seven red-haired puppies.
Santa Claus praised me, too, handed me a candy with a surprise. In my note it was written that I should share my innermost dream and desires.
I want my beloved Peter to be with me now, with these words I tore the piece of paper into small pieces and threw it up.
And wishes must be fulfilled, because I am a magical Santa Claus, and hitting the floor three times with a staff, he took off his beard and hat.
Its hot at your house, Vladochka, Peter said with a smile and gently hugged me.
So you know each other? And Im thinking how Santa Claus can come to visit, this just doesnt happen, Nadia said cheerfully.
But you did believe in a fairy tale a little? Peter asked.
They believed me, the girls laughed in response.
But shes here and hasnt left you yet! Get dressed and go downstairs, and Artyom and I will be waiting for you outside.
Such a pleasant feeling when on a warm winter day soft and fluffy snow falls in white flakes on the face and clothes. Its 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 of 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 of passers-by. I looked around, Peter and Artem were nowhere to be found. Shifting from one foot to the other, the Sofa said:
Im freezing
And then a white limousine appeared around the corner of our house, it drove up to 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 130 degrees. Peter was sitting at the very entrance and was holding out his hand to me like a footman. There was a spicy vanilla smell in the cabin, and music was playing softly. Leather seats stretched along the limo, and on the opposite side there was a bar with wine glasses and champagne.
How do you like my surprise, Vladochka? and Peter put his arm around my shoulders.
Its 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, its 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 of such moments leaves burning bright stars for a lifetime.
Behind a fir branch, in the forest
After a while, the car slowed down and stopped completely. The flap of the lambo door rose up, and a coniferous forest spread out before my eyes. The breeze immediately carried the smell of 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 a forest belt, a frozen lake peeked through the trunks and the thickening twilight. A well-trodden path passed through the trees and led us to it. There were houses near the lake, these were cottages.
Here we are.
Peter approached a large house, which consisted of two floors and was made entirely of timber.
Its beautiful here, I said, looking around.
Currant and raspberry bushes grew around the house. The yard was well maintained and clearly divided by paths that led to the bathhouse, gazebo and somewhere else. A Chevrolet Aveo, already familiar to me, was parked next to the house.
Tell me, who is Artyom?
The son of my old acquaintance from Ukraine, who now lives in Moscow. A good, smart guy, he is studying at the institute to become a dentist.
Peter took out a huge bunch of keys from his slate-colored leather purse. The door was massive and closed with several locks. Turning over the keys one by one, Peter remembered which keys the hostess of the dacha showed him to open this huge door. After a while, the door creaked open. And we immediately found ourselves in a small corridor. The interior was chosen for the country style and was very well suited to the atmosphere of a house made of natural material.
There was an old gramophone in the center of the hall, the case itself did not look shabby, but the handle for the spring factory was all rusted. Peter went up to him and began to sort out the mechanism of the player. And I wanted to go around the whole house and look around. The hall on the ground floor was most likely intended for receiving guests, festive events, and there were also two sports simulators. At the end of the hall was a staircase leading to the second floor. The steps were far apart from each other, and I had to lift my leg high to move it to a step higher. The second floor had a more cozy atmosphere, it was divided into two rooms. One room was a bedroom with a wide bed, a wardrobe, and on the opposite wall there was a dressing table with a mirror decorated with decorative red roses.
In the other room there was a wood-burning fireplace built into the wall, decorated with ceramic tiles, and two rocking chairs. There was a glass coffee table between the chairs, and on it was a large vase with decorative fruits. The silence of the house was broken by an ancient melody, which is now playing on the ground floor.
Vladochka, I seem to have coped with a difficult task and launched the old technique.
Im coming to you.
Peter was waiting for me next to the stairs, he held out his hand to me so that I was safely at the bottom. Then he hugged me and we danced.
One-two-three, one-two-three, we repeated, making waltzing movements to the music.
This New Years Eve is the longest in my life, I said in a happy voice.
After all, its good, we are together, and we are happy, Peter smiled in response, and his gaze pierced me so that I trembled, and butterflies tickled my lower abdomen.
After a while we ran out of strength and went upstairs.
Near the bed, Peter hugged me and began to kiss me.
How Ive missed you all this time, he whispered, continuing to kiss, rising from the shin and higher, exposing me more and more.
He lifted the dress, covering my naked tummy with kisses. Unbuttoning the bra, he eagerly clung to my excited nipple, continuously caressing it. I let out soft moans, and my womb filled with moisture. He abruptly pulled off my panties and entered me. After making a few movements, he lay down contentedly next to me and fell asleep.
Time is running inexorably fast, and the hands on the clock are counting down the minutes of our lives. Minutes form an hour, which turns into a day, days go into years. Years turn into eternal life in the universe. And sometimes you just want to stop time.
When we woke up, it was already dark outside the window.
Hi, sonya, said Peter in a warm voice. its probably about six in the evening.
When we woke up, it was already dark outside the window.
Hi, sonya, said Peter in a warm voice. its probably about six in the evening.
Were not in a hurry today, are we? I asked, stretching while lying on the bed.
Of course, we can live here for a month, but I can only be with you for three days. And then I will have to go to Chernigov and be at the service in the temple.
Its a pity that it wont be so long, I said and sighed sadly.
And now it will be for a very long time, said Peter and began to kiss my excited nipples, and his hand began to walk between my legs.
Youre my most desirable man, I said, putting my arms around his neck.
When we enjoyed each other enough, we immediately wanted to eat.
Vladochka, I bought sausages, meat, potatoes and bread. We can make a grill out of them, Peter said happily.
Lets light up the fireplace, I said, throwing on a light translucent robe on the go, yesterday I still managed to leave some of my things in the bag.
Peter went to the fireplace, took the firewood that was lying next to him, and threw them into the furnace. The fire began to flare up more and more, and the yellow-red flames began their all-consuming dance.
Now Ill bring a bag of food, said Peter and went to the stairs.
I remained sitting by the fireplace and looking at the fire. The wood crackled as it burned, the fire darted across the tree like a red monster that left nothing alive in its path.
Have you been waiting, honey? And one funny thought has just come to my mind, because it turns out that we havent eaten at all this year, Peter said and laughed out loud.
We should be very hungry right now, I smiled back.
I cut the sausages and bread into large pieces and put them on skewers. Peter put chairs next to the fireplace, and we sat comfortably in them, picked up a skewer and began to fry from different sides. The sausage slowly browned and exuded a fragrant smell.
I wonder whose house it is? I asked.
One woman, she is my spiritual child, I pray for her soul every day, and in gratitude she allowed me to live in it for free.
Do you have many such spiritual children, Father?
A lot, Vladochka, its easier for me with women, but men also have spiritual children. Here, for example, the car Im driving now was given to me by a cool and famous bandit Prince.
A bandit? I didnt think they had any kind of relationship with the clergy.
Of course there is! But how? I confess my sins to him, and for this he thanks me with gifts and money. I have a lot of rich women in spiritual children who have their own business. There are owners of a cheese factory, a tannery and a food fragrance factory.
Very interesting. Tell me about your wife.
Not now, he said.
I need to know everything, tell me, I already insisted.
Okay, well talk, but only after dinner, otherwise your appetite will disappear, Peter replied and laughed.
Grilled sausages and fried bread were a success. The fried bread was crispy, and the sausages were juicy and smelled of smoke.
After a delicious dinner, we can talk, Peter said in a satisfied voice, looking at the dying embers in the fireplace and turning over baked potatoes with a stick.
Where is your wife now?
She is in the hospital, undergoing chemotherapy under the supervision of doctors. Shell be there for another week. After all, she has breast cancer, I already told you about it.
Can she die? I asked with a little regret.
There are two options: she will die or I will help her recover. I am raising money for her treatment, and people are helping me with this. Vladochka, I never loved her, and I only got married out of pity. She had a bad relationship with her mother. And now its very hard for me to live with her, she shouts at me for any reason. These scandals bother me. Im an unhappy person.
And I saw tears in his eyes.
I cant leave her, because Im a priest, I cant. I may be defrocked, and I will be a father-stripped.
I didnt know about it, Peter, and Im in a lot of pain right now, I said softly, and tears flowed down my cheeks.
Vladochka, I really need you. But please, lets not decide anything yet, time will put everything in its place. I cant live without you.
I need you very much too, very, very much, I replied.
Pyotrs face turned pink from the fire, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off. It was about midnight, and I didnt feel like sleeping at all yet. On the ground floor there was a small bookcase with old, thick books and countless volumes of encyclopedias. I took one book and decided to look through it a little. The house was silent and completely silent, and only a small crackling of dying embers came from the fireplace.
Suddenly, on the first floor, there was a ringing from the kitchen, something fell to the floor and broke. I followed the sound. Soon a picture appeared before me: not far from the table, two pots were lying on the floor, and a huge rat was sitting next to me and looking at me with its small black beady eyes.
Boom! suddenly said Peter, who was already standing behind me, hugging me around the waist. I forgot to warn you, there are rats here.
I already understood! I answered, laughing.
Vlada, and you are very brave, as I see. What if they were robbers?
Its nothing
Yes here Lydia Ivanovna asked to set traps for rodents.
The rat immediately darted under the table and disappeared from sight, as if it had heard what we were talking about. Peter put a rat trap with a sausage inside under the table.
I hope that in the morning she will already be caught, dont worry, they live only on the ground floor, said Peter and, taking me by the hand, led me to bed.
We lay down together under the blanket, and I felt his lips begin to cover my body with kisses again. He spread my legs, and his kisses made them bend at the knees and put them on his shoulders. Soon I was convulsing with voluptuousness, his tongue caressed, and his lips kissed my bosom, and at that moment my paradise was right here and now.
Ding dong! Ding dong! The clock on the wall struck midnight. Im walking through the house, this gloomy, gray house. Mother Maria is standing in one room with a dim light, she did not mind that I stayed with them for the night. And heres another room. With a creak, the door slowly began to open itself. I became terribly interested, and I decided to take a look. Whats behind the door? The room was small, there was nothing in it, only gray wallpaper hung on the wall. There was also a man sitting on the wall, his long, black hair was scattered all over his body, his face was also not visible, it was covered with long hair. The man began to run along the walls, floor and ceiling with great speed, suddenly he crawled up to me. I looked closely at his face and saw his eyes through his hair. Oh, my God, what did I see! It was Peter.
Peter! Peter! I shouted through my sleep.
Vladochka, wake up, what happened?
Peter excitedly began to shake me by the shoulder.
My nightgown was soaked with sweat. When I came to, the same eyes from my nightmare were looking at me.
It cant be, I thought. This Peter from the dream is a real demon. What a stupid and terrible dream. My beloved is just an angel and a kind-hearted father. I began to drive away the thoughts inspired by this nightmare.