Lovely fiction

Meanwhile, while the happy family of Prince Vyazemsky was having breakfast peacefully in his mansion, a hired black cab was slowly rolling through the streets of London. Having prettyly stomped on narrow streets, the cab stopped at an inconspicuous-looking inn on the outskirts of London. The restaurant was old and shabby, with a rickety sign - an ideal meeting place for those who do not want to be recognized.       A fair-haired young man emerged from the crew, looking like an ordinary English dandy: he was dressed in a beige suit of thick cloth and a dark blue cloak, a stunning light top hat...

Adeline? - the young prince's eyes widened in surprise. “How did you end up here?” I've already rummaged through all the rooms, trying to find you. Father does not like being late to the table, you know! “I just ... went to the garden, wanted to pick flowers,” the girl replied, finally catching her breath. “So in a hurry that I forgot to do this?” Where, let me know your bouquet? - Michelle incredulously squinted. Lord, she seems to have really dropped the bouquet in the garden! Adele frowned in annoyance. Go to the mysterious gate once again she had no desire. “What happened, Adele?” Her brother asked in a serious tone...

- Fathers are holy! - Nastya screamed in fright. “The Lord is with you, young lady, who is so scary?” Why are you sitting on the window? Yes, even in negligee? Well, how will anyone see? “Yes, there is such a fog in the morning that I didn’t even make out the street,” Adele waved off. - Let's wash and get dressed soon, I was frozen. I’m not used to being so damp in London.       Nastya, without wasting time in conversations, quickly closed the window, carefully returned the curtain and replaced Adele with a basin in which she was preparing to pour water. While the princess was washing, the maid...

Playing the piano too was easy for her, and her ability to languages ​​helped her to master English and French without difficulty. All other subjects, such as geography, arithmetic, the history of the princess studied, of course, but without much zeal. It was much more interesting to her to sneak from a classy lady to read French love stories, which, incidentally, were strictly forbidden to be read by smolyanka.       But the young ladies, and then they are the young ladies, in order to clog their young, inexperienced heads with all kinds of romantic nonsense, and then, at night, in a mysterious...

Adele woke up at dawn, despite the fact that she and her brother arrived at the mansion late at night. It’s always like this with her: how long she would not stay behind another interesting book, she always woke up invariably in the early morning. The sun had not even risen above the horizon, but only painted the sky pinkish. The young princess got out of a warm bed and, walking barefoot on the floor, went to a high window. She pushed aside the heavy velvet curtain preventing her, she opened the window sash and let cool morning air into the room.       The skin was immediately covered with goosebumps from a draft that broke into the room and the girl shivered chilly...

For a few moments, Alexander, along with his mother, who was a silent witness to this last conversation between father and son, did not blink at the body of the deceased, and then the young man suddenly burst into tears, covering his face with his hands. Now it was possible. You can at least for a moment stop restraining, indulge in grief. And mother will not blame him for this. These are his last tears.       Mother and son wept for a long time in each other's arms, mourning for the one who was most recently the stronghold of their family, the most expensive, most reliable. How will they report...

The loss of position, the habitual way of life from birth, environment, severely affected Pavel Nikolaevich. He began to fade away quickly and soon fell down under the sudden onslaught of smallpox. Fearing to infect the children, Maria Alexandrovna, at the time of her father’s illness, settled them in the priest’s house, and she devotedly looked after her beloved husband, although she herself risked catching the infection. The countess remained faithful to her duty and love.       He burned quickly, in just two weeks, as if a soul, exhausted by privations and torments of conscience, did not want to linger in the body...

June 1826, the village of Berezovo, Tobolsk province, Russian Empire.       The village graveyard was small and overgrown with sparse grass. Even now, in the summer, which turned out to be rather cold, the grass looked yellowed and withered. It was drizzling in the morning, and heavy lead clouds hung so low as if they wanted to crush the deceased's relatives, who were so heartbroken. At the fresh grave stood only an old priest in a black robe and the family of the deceased. Only the sound of the wind, the piercing crows croaking and the chime of church bells was heard above their heads.       Prisoners were often exiled to Berezovo for various crimes...

Two young nobles - Prince Andrei Alekseevich Vyazemsky and Count Pavel Nikolaevich Buturlin serve in the same regiment and participate in the war with Bonaparte. They save each other’s lives in battle more than once and become friends.        After being injured in the battle of Borodino, they end up in the hospital, where they are treated for wounds together. Friends give each other a word that they will never betray their friendship and even become related when they have children. True, Count Buturlin is already growing up a little son, Alexander, who is only two years old, but the young Prince Vyazemsky is still single...