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.
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