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“It’s 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.
– I’m 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 Year’s Eve is the longest in my life,” I said in a happy voice.
– After all, it’s 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 I’ve 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. – it’s probably about six in the evening.
– We’re 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.
“It’s a pity that it won’t 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.
“You’re 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.
– Let’s 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 I’ll 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 haven’t 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, it’s easier for me with women, but men also have spiritual children. Here, for example, the car I’m driving now was given to me by a cool and famous bandit Prince.
– A bandit? I didn’t 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, we’ll 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. She’ll 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 it’s very hard for me to live with her, she shouts at me for any reason. These scandals bother me. I’m an unhappy person.
And I saw tears in his eyes.
– I can’t leave her, because I’m a priest, I can’t. I may be defrocked, and I will be a father-stripped.
“I didn’t know about it, Peter, and I’m in a lot of pain right now,” I said softly, and tears flowed down my cheeks.
– Vladochka, I really need you. But please, let’s not decide anything yet, time will put everything in its place. I can’t live without you.
“I need you very much too, very, very much,” I replied.
Pyotr’s face turned pink from the fire, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off. It was about midnight, and I didn’t 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?
– It’s 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, don’t 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. I’m 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 here’s another room. With a creak, the door slowly began to open itself. I became terribly interested, and I decided to take a look. What’s 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 can’t 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.
– My sweet, what did you dream about? It’s like you’ve seen the devil.
– I saw him,” I whispered.
– I will take you to the temple for the service, and then you will definitely need to confess to me. And now we have a health day! Peter said.
– What are we going to do? I asked.
– I’ll heat the bathhouse now, there are birch brooms, we’ll get drunk, and then I’ll give you a massage, and you to me, if you want.
– Any queen would envy me.
– And you are my Cinderella! Peter drawled happily.
– But the fairy tale about Cinderella ended well, she married her beloved prince, – I said with joy in my voice.
– Your fairy tale will also be happy, you have to believe in miracles, – and after these words Peter kissed me.
“I’ll go and melt the bathhouse and call you,” he said, going down the stairs.
Almost an hour passed, but he still wasn’t there. My patience snapped, and I threw on a fur coat and went outside.
The bathhouse was made of high-quality timber, and next to it was a cozy veranda. Peter closed the door tightly, he heated it well, and thick, black smoke poured out of the chimney.
– Vladochka, we will be coming in soon now.
Peter’s face was flushed. He was wearing only a jumper.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, which brought to us the increasing ringing of bells and the clatter of hooves. And then, from around the bend, a trio of white horses harnessed to a sleigh appeared, and in them several men dressed in Russian national costume. They swept past us and disappeared somewhere in a white cloud of snow.
Peter opened the door to the bathhouse, and thick steam poured down on us.
– The bathhouse has already been heated, let’s go.
We washed for a long time, steamed well and whipped each other with a birch broom. I came out of the bathhouse first, and Peter stayed to wash. When I was walking home, two men in suits blocked my path, and it became clear that these were the men who were riding in a sleigh.
– Look, Vadik, straight from the bathhouse, – said one of them.
– The dress is just not needed on her, it will be wrong, – Vadik spread his hands.
– But listen, Ivan Terentyevich said to take it quickly and without witnesses. And we have just such a case.
“I’m sorry, young lady, but we were told to kidnap you.
After these words, the tallest man came up to me, grabbed me by the waist and put it on his shoulder. From surprise, I experienced a stupor and rode him in silence for several minutes. Consciousness turned on only when I was already sitting in the sleigh.
“But – oh, touch it,” one of them shouted.
