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It was a beautiful morning! Snowy but warm. Winter, but affectionate. I know that out of the house 31 December - this is madness. But what if the gift favorite, commissioned two months ago in Louis Vuitton - gray and pink sneakers from limited line of Kenny West - brought only today? But I'm still glad that they managed to do so before the holiday! And then my imagination has already started to paint scenes like this: "Favorite" I'm sorry that I gave you a gift on New Year's Eve! So: on this festive day, March 8, finally, I congratulate you - and give! " In such a situation beloved should have a strong nervous system, either - a good sense of humor.

Favorite…

I remembered how it was looking like waiting. As at some point start to think that it is not never met. Believe that now is the end of everything: my career, love. And maybe life … No, not life in general, and the life which I have always dreamed of. Which started to paint with bright colors in the album when I was sixteen, and which has been drawing at the age of 18 years … When I turned 19, my artistic talents I have changed … So, what I wanted then, leads me to the horror now.

At that time I met a man who did not deserve. Maybe the whole thing was in the notorious puberty, which, in fact, is nothing like turning a girl into a woman? We feel the first impulse, made his first serious mistakes, put on patent leather skirt and want to look older than his years, more experienced and sophisticated … And here we meet a certain "character", with pleasure helped us grow up. And we grow. And along with this change our world. And in our hands is completely different colors - they are fewer and they are not as bright as they were before. We do not in such broad strokes, and try on for a long time before you make another step.

So, 31 December, I came out of her apartment and call the elevator. In my house it is very beautiful and so big that it can easily put the bed. Even as something of a peculiar smells good.

He immediately remembered my lift in the distant area of the city of Kiev Voskresenka, where I lived until the age of 18 … It smelled quite differently - and I remember always went along with the neighbor and his bike and neighbor Maria Ivanovna in a bear hug with kravchuchkoy filled with potatoes. For those who have not lived on our Voskresenka translate: kravchuchka - this is a great bag for cellular products, placed on wheels. Notably, it received its name in honor of the first president of Ukraine! So, going with this whole company including the namesake of President in the elevator, friendly neighbor with a dog abusing the fifth floor, which as usual did not wait for the owner and decided to ride alone, we went upstairs. Good times were. And, well, that took place …

Besides the need to buy a present for my favorite, was another reason that forced me to go out on the eve of the holiday: my manuscript. The fact is that I believe in the good old tradition, which tells that all of their unfinished business to complete before the New Year. Otherwise, all the next year you will spend, dodelyvaya started. I worked on this book for almost 3 years, and I do not like to do it a fourth. So I took my manuscript and went to a meeting with the publisher, which after 30 minutes was to meet in a cafe "B" on Mayakovka. Theoretically, the road to the car to the place would have to take 15 minutes, almost as if to leave now, just on January 1 and come. New tube - that's our! On this, I decided to go on the subway: pulled just brought back from New York Uggi wound on his neck-foot snow-white scarf and …

The elevator doors are almost closed, as someone strong man's hand was thrust in the door. This hand I know of thousands. "Darling, you've forgotten mittens!" - Max, just as she did my mom as a child, ran from the apartment to hand me my fluffy mittens. I felt like a child: a little girl with the mittens. How I love this feeling and how do I love him.

• You can, I'll take you?
• Of course!

Of course - because it meant another 30 seconds of sweet kisses! He entered the elevator. Pressed me against the wall. Moss touched the lips, put his hand lower, even lower. I felt his breath so close, so close. The first touch…

• You are on the first?

In the doorway, a new hero of this novel. Rather heroine. In appearance she was about 18. Pretty, but it is clear that this itself does not know. Modest, but not beaten. In the hands - a book on the history of art. Her hair a strange color: not bright, not dark. On his head a funny hat: it is clear that she wants to be bright, but does not know how to do it. His eyes red, nose, too. It is seen that recently roared.

• Sorry, you down? - Once again she said, wiping his eyes with a napkin.
• We - down.

The doors closed and air - as is often written in the books - hanging pause. We are Max and wanted to ask her what it was, but it was a bit awkward. After 30 seconds, we disperse in different directions, and asking something from her now, just to hurt her. Better to remain silent.

Suddenly the light went out in the elevator. Movement ceased. Cab hangs somewhere between 11 and 10 floors. Not that I was frightened - just hang in the mine between heaven and earth as something not part of today in my plans …

"It is a pity that we do not smoke with Max. It would be even lit a match, and found the emergency call button" - I thought.
"Do you happen to smoke?" - I asked the stranger.
"No, though it would be lit."
"We have a bit of fire", - said Max.
"And I have" - she pulled out of the bag 4 beautiful thick candles and a long lighter. The elevator was light and even romantic.
"White or red?" - We asked a strange question it. And then he explained: "You are what you drink wine: red or white?" I have.

It turned out that we were so enthralled by Max each other that they have not noticed in the hands of poputchittsy picnic basket.

Everything that happens to us it might seem incredible stupidity, if not … the New Year. In the New Year after all is the mass of unusual, right? I do not know about you, but personally I still believe in Grandfather Frost and his granddaughter. And so, looking at the girl with a funny hat, a contraction in the hands of the candles, and might (I'm sure) to melt before our eyes and leave behind a puddle of tears and a basket with red and white, I myself decided that I will call it the Snow Maiden. Indeed, judging by the fact that, in response to all of our attempts to contact the dispatcher and call the emergency elevator team, we have heard only silence - sit in a booth with the Snow Maiden, we have more than one hour …

Meanwhile, outside the walls of our magic castle…