
Cinderella of Our Time
Romance


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The novel's protagonist, Cinderella Bortnik, leads an ordinary life.She works, has a cat, and is not happy in her life.She spends all her free time in front of the TV.But a trip to a reunion changes her life dramatically. Moving to the countryside, new hobbies, a fresh start, and ambitious goals are all things Cinderella faces. Can a person who has spent her whole life doing only what she wants to do now become disciplined and purposeful? If so, she will change in a few months and get her dream car, a Volvo. If not, he will become a housekeeper for a man who has been mocking him all his life.
Chapter 1
Aug 22, 2024
My parents were distinguished by a special creativity or perhaps a sense of humor — naming me Cinderella. Cinderella Bell. Cin-der-el-la. They affectionately call me “Cindy.” And everyone who meets me immediately lists me among “rude and conceited madams who don’t even introduce themselves and hide behind nicknames.”
At school, my name didn’t attract much attention because Cinderella was a well-known figure. She was read about, cartoons were made about her, and everyone just knew who she was. And almost all my classmates thought that I lived with an evil stepmother and was constantly engaged in cleaning. But fortunately, they were mistaken.
But when I finished school and entered university, I became a walking story. “Oh, Charles Perrault's daughter has arrived,” “What’s up, have you lost your shoe and are waiting for a prince?” By the way, I studied at the journalism faculty. But I never worked as a journalist for a single day. The only connection I have with the word “magazine” is my first real job — selling magazines at a kiosk.
In general, my ship was named unusually, and for the first 27 years of my life, it sailed unusually as well. Although I grew up in a family of doctors, I have a strong intolerance to the sight of blood and the smell of a hospital. Since childhood, I wanted to dance, but due to certain complexes, I don’t go to discos, and even when I’m at clubs, I choose to sit quietly at a table instead of dancing. My first love is far from a prince, as in my namesake’s story. Just an ordinary boy from school, who couldn't successfully pass his exams and went to the army. And he returned already married.
And now I’m sitting in my living room — a small, cozy room in a two-room apartment — and looking at the fireplace. I imagine the crackling of the wood (I have an electric fireplace and there’s not even a log nearby) and drinking tea. Yesterday my boyfriend proposed to me, and I realized that the one thing I wouldn’t want is to give up my freedom. And, like a wise 27-year-old woman, I simply turned off my phone and shut myself in at home.
I wonder if Jensen understood that my behavior means “no”? Are our relations over? Maybe he is sitting at home with his mother (that’s another story) and crying, remembering our first kiss, our trips, our dates? Or maybe some blue-eyed blonde is kissing him in the nearest bar right now? And most importantly — what should I do? How should I be?
I feel the kiss of a handsome guy with a mustache. His kiss is so pleasant, I absolutely know this is love. But it's not Jensen. What? I open my eyes and see a beautiful mustached creature – gray fur, amber eyes, soft pads on his paws. It’s Richard – my cat. My faithful companion during late-night expeditions to the fridge, a lover of napping until noon, and a fierce opponent of the television that disrupts his sleep.
I realize that yesterday I accidentally dozed off while watching the fireplace. Damn! Work! What time is it? What day is it today? What should I wear?
“Meow” – Richard sweetly replies.
And I look at the calendar and understand that today is Saturday and I don’t have to go anywhere. Although who am I kidding? I work as a sales manager, and I generally never have to go anywhere. I sit for 8 hours at the computer in my pajamas and call poor women who believe that a course for $30 will help them become happy, successful, and wealthy. But personally, I’m sure that everyone has written in their destiny what cannot be avoided. And no courses, no travels, no learning, and no transformational thinking will help if your destiny is to be lonely and unhappy.
But my job pays pretty well, and besides, I have a name that perfectly fits to sell people a new life – Cinderella invites you to a course that will change you!
I look at myself in the mirror and remember that my life is also changing, but in what direction? Jensen, work, proposal, fatigue, quarrel with a friend, beer, gym, gathering of our company, and birthday. That’s all that occupies my mind right now. And yes, I do know something about “being in the moment” and “being in resource,” since this is exactly what Iren Cheery – my boss and, in my opinion, the biggest fraud in the history of female psychology – teaches.
And although I know perfectly well what and how I sell, I have no idea how to be in that moment and how to be in resource.
Phone... Jensen...
Hello, Cinderella. Where have you disappeared? Why didn’t you answer my messages? I’ve been writing to you all morning.
Jensen, hi. I’m sorry, I was very tired yesterday and went to bed right after work. Are you mad at me?
No. You know, I talked to my mom and we decided that I rushed into the proposal. You’re not right for me. I need a more domestic and hardworking woman.
What? – I say, not recognizing the guy I've been dating for the past year.
Well, yes. I need someone to write scripts with and a muse should be around. There should always be hot food at home, cleanliness, and we should be able to go on vacations and I should have time to be inspired by life.
Jensen, you’re 32 years old! You work as a mailman. As for your scripts, I’ve only heard about them but have never seen them. And all the trips we had were planned, paid for, and arranged by me! – I’m almost shouting into the phone.
That’s what I’m talking about. You’re blaming me. You just aren’t ready to be a true muse. You always said that a man should have a serious job and stable income. You live in your dreams. You are very far from real life. Goodbye!
No, you’re the one who is far away! It’s you! Hello! Jensen! – I hear a series of short beeps in response.
So. I’ve just been dumped by a guy who wanted to share “both happiness and sorrow” just a couple of days ago. And at the same time, he blamed me for wanting a man with a normal job. But I! I took him to restaurants, I paid for our vacations, I offered him to move in with me. And this is what I got for it – a slap in the face.
I feel so terrible inside – it’s me! It’s me who should have dumped him! He’s not worthy of me, not the other way around!
And, like a classic Instagram moment, I should pour myself a glass of wine, grab a thin cigarette, sit on the windowsill, and think about Jensen. But whether I am wrong or the templates are outdated, I grabbed a can of beer, turned on “Sex and the City,” and found some chips (which I had kept for two whole days in the “in case of a rainy day” stash. I think that day has come).
So why, why am I not as free as Samantha? Why do I always look for support, understanding, and love in men?

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