Captive of Love

It was a completely random acquaintance. And it dramatically changed the life of the village beauty Olechka Mironova. That day she saw HIM for the first time on the bank of the river, where she came to sunbathe. The girl lay on an old blanket, and the sun gently played its rays on her body. She heard the screeching of brakes and turned her head. Just at that moment, the car door opened and a young, tall, blue-eyed blond man stepped out. He walked up to the girl with a confident gait.

— Where can I find Elizaveta Petrovna Semyonova,” he asked. — I was in the village council. It's closed.

- It’s lunchtime there now. And Petrovna is in the field. “I went to milk the cow,

,” Olechka said, getting up from the blanket.

— Yes,” the stranger said drawlingly, looking at the girl standing next to him. — How do you live here? In this wilderness? No theaters, no restaurants... And, in general, no civilization... But you can die of boredom... It’s just a feudal system.

- So it’s downright feudal? - Olechka Mironova said smiling, looking at the young man.

Andrei Polovtsev, that was the name of the stranger, looked with a masculine, keen gaze at the young, long-legged, tanned girl with a wasp waist and high breasts and, narrowing his eyes, said:

- You, with your external data, could become Miss of the City.

- I wonder who is waiting for me in your city? I have no money, no relatives either... True, my father lives in the city, but he last saw me when I was three years old.

Andrey talked with the girl on the bank of the river for more than an hour, proving the superiority of the city over the village. Having taken Olechka’s address as a farewell, Polovtsev kissed her hand and, taking his leave, got into the car.

Their next meeting took place three days later. Andrey came to visit Olechka for the weekend. He was gentle and courteous not only with her, but also with her mother. Polovtsev bombarded the girl with telegrams in which he wrote about his feelings. Not only the village of Voronovka, but the entire district knew that Olechka Mironova had a handsome city fiancé who, not today or tomorrow, would offer her his hand and heart and take her away with him. Oh, how the girls were jealous of Olechka. Oh, how they secretly dreamed of being in her place. They believed in a knight who would come to them in a foreign car and tear them out of the monotonous, gray village life and settle them in a castle where peace and love would reign.

And at Olechka’s birthday, Andrei told her mother, Galina Alekseevna, that he was taking his daughter to the city tomorrow, and they would get married in the near future. The woman began to object at first.

- This is somehow not human... How can Olechka live in your house without painting... Why such a rush?! If you have to wait a long time in the city, you can sign at our village council right away.

- Mom... Mom... - the daughter said, almost crying. — I always dreamed of a wedding... But not in the village, but in the city.

- Don’t you trust me, Galina Alekseevna?

-What are you doing? But I wanted my daughter to go to bed with you as a married woman.

- Mom, don’t make people laugh! You have some strange ideas about life! — the daughter said angrily, kissing Polovtsev.

— Excuse me... For God’s sake, I’m sorry,” the woman said, wiping the corners of her eyes with her fingers. - I really say all sorts of nonsense... She’s the only one I have. That's my heart and worry. When I was young, I also met a city dweller... And then Olechka was born.

Andrey brought Olechka to a small one-room apartment. Polovtsev extended his arms forward and hugged the girl by the wasp waist.

— Finally, we are alone... Finally, our long-awaited dream will come true,” said the young man, greedily kissing the innocent creature and plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Then his lips slid along her arched neck, trailing a path of scorching kisses. At these moments, Olechka quickly wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. Her head was spinning. She felt like a little girl in the arms of an experienced man. The girl looked at her beloved through thick black eyelashes and held her breath.

— I love you,” her lips said tremulously. — I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before.

She raised her head and looked with fascinated eyes at the loved one in whose arms she was. She felt slightly dizzy and gasped for air with her mouth open. A shiver ran through her body. Lips trembled. Andrey lightly touched her ear with his lips, and she melted in his arms. Olechka didn’t remember how she ended up on the sofa. Her heart jumped with joy when he kissed her. The girl had never experienced anything like this in her life as in these happy moments for her. His magic fingers sank lower and lower along the female body until they touched their cherished goal. She tried her best to do everything her lover told her to do. Finally, Polovtsev crushed her with his body and quickly entered her, depriving Olechka of her virginity. She screamed. Andrey entered her slowly, measuredly, until Mironova moaned from the pleasure she received. She felt no pain at all, and agreed to endure everything, just so that her beloved Andryushka would feel good and pleasant.

He ​​woke up early in the morning and, kissing Olechka on the cheek, said that he was going on a business trip to Moscow for two days. One business trip was followed by a second, and a third undertaking.

— When will we take the applications to the registry office,” Olechka asked hesitantly, caressing Andrey.

- I’ll just get my work done, and then I’ll go straight to the Wedding Palace.

So two months passed, full of hopes for happiness.

- Andryusha, if you only knew how much I want to become your wife as soon as possible.

He ​​looked at Olechka and laughed wildly. His laugh was completely different from the one the young woman was used to hearing.

-Are you stupid?! Completely brainless, woman?! What wedding are you talking about?! I'm a married man. I have a family... A wife and a son... Now they are in Riga.

Olechka looked at Polovtsev with frightened eyes, then sat down on the sofa and quietly, with trembling lips, asked:

- What? You are married? No... How are you married?! You... You told me that you love... You... You... - she began to swallow air with her lips. A lump of nerves rose in her throat, and she looked at Andrei with confused, distraught eyes. - No... You... You were joking.

- Who jokes with such things, my dear?

- Andryusha...

- I liked you... Cute girl... So I decided to make money from you, and at the same time help you. I brought you to the city. I moved him into an apartment... I dressed him up a little. I don't understand why you're not happy? How?! Answer me.

- But... - She was shaking all over.

- What but?! Don't like it? You can be free! - He immediately opened the door of the room. - Get out of here! I'm not holding you! But keep in mind... What will they say in your beloved Voronovka? They'll laugh at you... You'll become a laughing stock for decades... Why are you staring at me?! What are you looking at?! Well, what a fool you are! We still need to look for such fools. Yes, who is decent in this age to marry a hillbilly? Do you know many examples of this?! The times of Cinderellas have long since sunk into oblivion! Yes, you reeked of manure for a kilometer... And your manners? You didn’t even know how to hold a fork and knife in your hands! How to behave in bed with a man!

Olechka looked at Polovtsev with her eyes full of tears.

- Why? Why did you make fun of me like that? I'm not a toy... What should I do? - Her voice trembled. — How to live further?

- What to do? How to live further? Work... Go to college... Look and you will become a person... You are cute... I think you

will succeed... You will still thank me...

Andrei shook his head, smiled and, going to the window, opened the window. Fresh air filled the apartment.

- Noooo! Nooo! — a wild cry burst from the woman’s chest.

Polovtsev immediately jumped up to Mironova and pressed her to him.

She did not listen at all to what Polovtsev told her. Her whole body was trembling, Olechka was thrown into the heat, then into the cold. She didn’t want to live at all at those moments. When insight came to her, she asked Andrey in a weak voice.

- Are you a pimp? Are you going to sell my body now?

- Yes, I suggest you sell your body, but not your soul.

- How can you?! I... I love you... You trampled me... You said that you love me... Why? Why did you lie to me? For the sake of selling me? For me to become your slave? Tell?!

She grabbed his cheeks with her nails.

- Let me go... It hurts...

- Oh, you hurt...

She fell on the sofa and began to sob.

That night Olechka wanted to jump out of the window. But at the last second the woman was stopped by her inner voice. He told her not to get excited. She will be able to take her own life in a month... But no one can give her life again.

One man began to be replaced by another. If the first two weeks seemed like a living hell to her, and she wanted to give up everything and return to the village, now making love has become work for her, a means of achieving her intended goal.

— Olechka, meet me... This is Vladimir Ivanovich,” said Polovtsev, smiling, imagining a tall, black-haired man with noble gray hair. — The rest of your life may depend on it. He has connections... Very big connections...

Olechka immediately set the table and invited guests. She saw with what hungry eyes the man looked at her. When Polovtsev left, the stranger sipped a glass of red wine to his lips.

— This is the question I’m talking about,” he said confusedly, without taking his eyes off Olechka Mironova. “I need a girl... A girl with whom I could appear in front of my friends... No... Don’t think... I have a family... I’m married... My wife is sick... But the problem is not really her... I have a son... He’s 18 years old... He’s sick... Very sick... No... He’s normal... He’s studying... He can’t walk... - Having said these words, he broke his fingers. — My wife can’t go anywhere with me... Everyone is with women, and I’m alone... Always alone... I don’t even remember when I was intimate with a woman...

Olechka looked at the stranger with her huge eyes. He sighed heavily and moved closer to Mironova. Vladimir Ivanovich took her hand in his palms and began to tenderly finger the woman’s fingers. This was the first of the men who simply asked permission to be near her. She saw him smile bitterly and close his eyes slightly. His words took the young woman by surprise. She was unable to contain her curiosity and involuntarily asked a question:

- So, as a woman, you are not interested in me?

She saw how his neck began to become covered with red spots.

— I... I...” he said in confusion, not expecting to hear such a question from Olechka. — I’m fine with this matter... So far I’m fine.

Mironova looked at the guest with bitterness and a sensual smile appeared on her lips.

And three months later, Olechka Mironova was already living in a spacious, new-plan one-room apartment with a large loggia and expensive furniture, not far from Vladimir Ivanovich’s office. He became a part of her life. Olechka was grateful to Polovtsev that he introduced her to such an affectionate and caring person who constantly looked at her with enchanted eyes, and thanks to whom Mironova had already visited Moscow several times.

She affectionately patted Vladimir Ivanovich’s thick hair and ran her finger over his lips:

- I love you... I love you very much... You are not only my friend, comrade, lover... You are like a father to me... I never had a father... No, I had him... Without him I could not have been born...

- Do you have photos of your childhood?

- I don’t have many, but I do have...

She pressed herself close to him, then stepped aside and looked quite frankly at his fly. Vladimir Ivanovich followed the woman’s gaze and was confused. He suddenly felt the blood pulsating in his groin, and with one jerk of his hand he pressed Olechka to him:

- What are you doing to me? What? - he asked, choking with overexcitement. — How should I live further? What to do? Please advise... Your voice, your magic hands constantly haunt me... They are everywhere and always with me: in the car, in the office, at meetings... Everywhere I go... It seems to me that I am about to go crazy. I can’t do this anymore... I imagine that you will leave me, it becomes scary... Without you... I don’t know what will happen to me, without you...

— Volodya,” she said reverently, taking off his shirt.

— Love me... Love me at least a little... I don’t ask much from you... Love me as I am... You promised to show me photographs,” Vladimir Ivanovich said, rising from the sofa, straightening his tousled hair.

She lazily extended her hand to him.

- I love you.

— Give me a son,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the sofa. — I want a son so much... A healthy, strong baby.

- What else do you want? - She asked laughing.

- So that you don’t leave me... I understand... I’m no longer at the age when I can flutter on wings... But... I’m not trash yet.

She laughed again and, rising, kissed the man on the lips. Then she went to the closet and pulled out a small photo album.

-Look, while I go to the kitchen and make coffee.

After flipping through several pages, Vladimir Ivanovich closed the album with trembling hands. My head instantly started spinning. My heart began to beat wildly in my chest. At the first moment it seemed to him that he was going to lose consciousness. He felt his blood pressure rise, that his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he was unable to utter a word. The man wanted to start praying, but all the words jumped out of his head, and it became unbearably heavy. He didn’t hear at all what Olechka was telling him.

He ​​came to his senses only when he was already lying on the sofa. He saw Olechka’s confused look.

- I called an ambulance. Now, dear... Now... Just don’t die,” her lips said, pleading. — I love you... I love you very much...

Lying in a hospital room, the man, the father of two children, did not want to live at all. But he had to live... For the sake of his sick son, whom he could not leave alone with his sick mother, and for the sake of Olechka, whose mother he abandoned when he found out that she did not want to have an abortion.

He ​​woke up from the touch of Olechka’s lips to his lips. She was beaming with happiness.

- I was so scared when you felt bad... I thought you were dying...

- Olechka, my girl... My golden girl...

After sitting with the patient in the room for about twenty minutes, she kissed her loved one and, waving her hand, headed to the door.

Vladimir Ivanovich looked at his daughter for a long time. In the hospital, day and night, he was tormented by remorse for Olechka and the woman he left with the child. He didn’t know what to do, how to say that he was her father and whether he should even reveal this secret to her.

And six months later, Olechka’s dream came true. She already studied at the institute in Moscow. And two years later, Olechka married the son of her best friend Vladimir Ivanovich.

01/06/2005

KOBLENZ Germany