Loaded with shopping, Peter slowly, with a silly look of a lucky man, moved back to Darias house to prepare dinner for her arrival.
By the evening, the hostess returned from work almost alive. Peter met her at the door and warmly embraced her.
How are you, Dashenka? he asked, looking into her huge eyes. Then, with the palm of his hand, he gently pulled the blonde curls away from her face and gently kissed her soft lips.
Oh, I dont even know. Ive been in a dream all day, I can barely stand on my feet, and in confirmation of her words, she sank down on a chair in the hallway.
Sit down, come to your senses. Do you want some water? Ive got something ready for the evening, so get some rest
Thanks, I think Ill change and lie down for a while. Daria entered the room and took a look at the situation: everything was in order, a bouquet of wild flowers flaunted on the table, dinner on the table Her heart skipped a beat. And youre good!
I tried But you dont hope: until you lie down and get hungry to the table no-no! Peter smiled. and how do you feel in another sphere?
Complete and crushing satisfaction! The men immediately smelled, envied someone
Peter carefully covered the worker with a light blanket and ordered:
Sleep!
After about forty minutes, Daria showed signs of life: she stirred, stretched, and then turned her head to Kalinkin and asked, making terrible eyes:
How, to drink again?
The actress is still the one, and she knows that it is simply impossible not to love her.., watching her, Peter thought, and recited aloud:
Your Majesty, dinner is served. Will you deign to proceed?
Daria casually, without hesitation, threw off her robe and, looking in the mirror, straightened her hair and critically examined herself. Satisfied, she took an elegant red dress with a low neckline out of the closet, barely got into it and asked Peter to fasten the zipper on the back. She touched up her lips, turned her head back and forth, smoothed out non-existent folds of clothing, once again looked sternly at her reflection and said:
Im ready!
At the table, after the first toast for the word with the letter L, they lit up, and the moment of discussing serious topics crept up yesterday there was no time for this. Looking at her classic, chiseled face, he asked:
Tell me, where does the beauty come from?
Mom is from Vologda, and dad is from Tver
Sorry, maybe Ill ask an impolite question, if you dont want to, dont answer. Married?
Was
Wheres the ex?
In the jail Crosses.
Visiting?
About once a month.
How long will he?
I dont know. The investigation is there. He said that he had submitted a petition.
Well, and the children?
We didnt have time to start it.
And how did you end up here in the village?
Its a long story. Its better to splash one more, or Ill take it and cry
Im sorry, Im not just asking. I like you, I really like you, as if Ive been looking for you all my life. Come on, heres to you!
For us, Daria cast a close look at the cognac in the glass playing with multicolored lights, as if in a magic crystal she saw a secret prediction, her fate and stretched out an elegant, thin hand to Peter. For us!
Resolutely, in one gulp, she drank a scalding, tart drink and, with a cute, feminine wince, gracefully bit into a piece of lemon. The strength of the alcohol took her breath away and tears came out. Carefully, trying not to damage the mascara, she dabbed her eyelashes with a napkin and cooed sweetly:
Do you mind if I eat a little? I didnt have time to have breakfast
Thats great, otherwise I was worried: maybe its tasteless? Peter perked up, seeing that the interlocutor is coming back to normal. Lets do this: you eat, and I talk.
Come on, Dasha raised her eyes and fixed her hypnotic gaze on him, where did you fall from, Kalinkin?
CHAPTER 6. CONFESSION
Peter took a deep drag on his cigarette, then carefully squeezed Dashas fragile wrist with his fingers, as if he was afraid of losing it, and began to tell about the strange find and his recent adventures. From time to time he stopped, catching his breath and choosing the right words, and looked at her an unearthly, fatal woman, without whom he could no longer imagine his life. Daria listened attentively without interrupting, but the emotions that overwhelmed her were clearly reflected on her face: the pink skin of her face turned pale, then turned purple, her breathing changed its rhythm, her eyes expressed the whole palette of emotions: from delight to anger, from surprise to fright. Even watching her pleased and amazed, and the spontaneity of the expression of feelings was captivating: the sincerity and naivety of the child was clearly manifested in her. When the monologue came to the end, Peter took a deep breath and added almost plaintively:
Dasha, I still dont understand a lot myself. Help me figure this out
Daria did not answer immediately. Her face lost its serenity, suddenly became thoughtful and serious. She gently released her hand, wanting to remain free, unfettered by anything. For a few seconds in complete silence, she stared at one point, pondering the decision, then she took the bottle and resolutely splashed alcohol into the glasses, after which she said in a low, muffled voice, wearily:
Petya, your choice has already been made, you are the master of your magic machine, and you are its slave. I believe you and am ready to help in any situation. I hope Ive already helped you in some way, she smiled a little slyly. But now Im not ready to give a definitive answer. And therefore, lets leave everything as it is for now. Isnt that enough for today?
Dasha, its so much that neither my soul nor my mind can contain it all, Peter sincerely exclaimed, resolutely took the poured amber drink from the table, almost spilling it, and carefully put the glass into her warm fingers, squeezing them with his palm. Lets drink to the holiday that is with us today.
Daria moved closer to him, stroked his coarse hair and said:
So be it!
Soon they will get to know each other again, discovering previously unknown feelings and sensations, the taste of sweetness, the tenderness of intercourse, the pain of attraction and the aroma of fire.
Dashas cell phone rang with a nasty chirp at nine in the morning. It seemed that the devils hammers were pounding insistently in Peters ears, preventing him from falling into a blissful sleep again. A new day was beginning, but he could not clearly reconstruct the events of the last few hours. He only remembered that in the twilight their bodies were intertwined, then repelled from each other, simple words suddenly acquired the significance of eternal truths, semantic accents shifted, sharpening the senses. Fragments of dreams and memories flowed into a jumble of sounds and images in which it was no longer possible to distinguish reality from fantasy. Wanting to free himself from the shackles of Morpheus, Kalinkin threw off the blanket and abruptly stood up, unceremoniously showing his beloveds naked body to two budgies in a cage. The parrots immediately perked up, clicked and whistled, vying with each other to express their admiration for the picture that opened before them, like true connoisseurs of the nude style.
Its good that they covered the cage with a rag before going to bed: they would have seen something else, Peter thought ironically, trying to calm his headache.
In the falling morning light, Daria really looked damn tempting, like an awakening Aurora. The ideal of female beauty suddenly showed signs of life and moaned softly, mentally begging the sky for mercy she didnt want to wake up after a stormy night. Like it or not, its time to come to your senses and brush your feathers