Moral 2. Reborn in the ashes.

"Die, die!"
"Suffer as you made me suffer!"
“You are not worthy to live! Die, die, die! ”

The girl, dressed in rags, vaguely resembling a dress, quietly tied a scarf on her head to tuck loose hair curls.

And they crawled like cockroaches, on a perfectly cleaned tile, in a panic, not fully understanding what was happening to them. Their pitiful views, which were directed at her, demanded an immediate response and repentance. But the victims saw in the steel eyes of the culprit only contempt, hatred and disgust. And one of them was already convulsing, stretching her arm forward to grab her leg, but, having managed to move away from her sister, who was drowning in her own vomit mass, she continued to watch the death of three strangers for her ...

***

Every single day she had to endure it again and again. Day by day, week by week, month by month ...

The years went by, which was even more depressing. Salvation did not come, and from whom to wait for help? It makes no sense to hope that the stepmother and sisters will have mercy on her, relieving her of the hard overwork? Or continue to believe that his own father will return and save his blood? All dreams ended even when my own mother, having kissed an unreasonable but most beloved child in the forehead, went to another world. She did not suffer. Even dying in front of her daughter Olivia from a terrible disease, the woman remained unbroken, as was supposed to all the ancestors and descendants of her noble family. Olivia forever remembered this smile of the beautiful noblewoman Silena de Sorel - her mother ...

The father repeatedly told his daughter that she, like two drops of water, looked like his beloved wife: these curly brown hair and clear large eyes, rich in the color of meadow greens, which gave summer every year all year round. For this once ruined Baron de Sorel loved even more strongly his precious daughter ...

As soon as he married the rich baroness a second time to save his fortune, the tale for young Olivia turned into a nightmare. The father was lost on endless trips abroad, and the newly-made stepmother did not waste time, pampering her two daughters, in parallel with this rotten hated stepdaughter. In this regard, those same two daughters of the Baroness, Lucretia and Chantal, left not far from their mother ...

Olivia remembered forever that day when she tried to escape, unable to endure the bullying of her stepmother and step sisters. Deciding how to teach a little cheek, Lucretia and Chantal caught her and, cutting off the beautiful curls of Olivia, pushed the girl. The poor girl could not keep her balance and fell into a large fireplace, right into the ashes. Since then, she has a different name ...

Cinderella...

Every time she heard this nickname, she felt as if her heart was pierced with a sharp dagger, and the sisters reveled in this moment, striving to even harshly salt a hated brown-haired woman. The rest of the servants only closed their eyes, and those who stood up to defend Cinderella, were immediately severely punished, fired, or sold into slavery. The male part of the servants of Lucretia and Chantal bribed their bodies and gold. The only one who continued to sincerely love Olivia was Griselda - the one who brought up the girl after the death of Mrs. Silena ...

Looking at her reflection in the trough filled with water, Cinderella touched her cheek, which, like most parts of her body, was dirty in the mud. Having plunged a rag into the water, the girl squeezed it and walked with a damp cloth on the floor, on which there were so many dirty marks from women's shoes. It was a gift from Lucretia.Strolling in the garden, I decided to add Olivia work.

With a sob, she wiped the long sleeves of her old, worn dress of a bead of tears in her eyes. Nothing ... there was still a little bit left and then what Cinderella had thought about for so long.

***

“This is the idea of ​​Griselda. Poison Giselle and her two daughters "Olivia scrolled through her head again and again.

“This is her plan! It's all poison. ”- as if echoed in the head with a green-eyed.

- What have you done with us, Cinderella ?! - in hysterics, the Baroness cried out, after the lifeless body of Lucretia, dressed in a magnificent dress, flattened herself in a disgustingly muddy puddle.

Cinderella's eyes narrowed, and the veins on her hands protruded from the fact that she angrily clenched her fists.

- Do not call me that!

A long knife blade flashed above the woman's head in the lamplight. The only thing that Gisselle managed to remember was an insane stepdaughter's smile, after which Olivia shouted a knife into the body of her hated stepmother. There was a deafening feminine scream from intolerable and unbearable pain. The blow fell on the chest, but this killer did not think to stop. Chantal, huddled in a corner, watched, just over and over again, this madman struck blows at the body of her native mother.

- I'm Olivia ... Olivia! She repeated louder and louder. Blood squirted on the girl, but Cinderella did not stop until the rugged bloody body collapsed to the floor. Chantal's voice has long been hoarse from heart-rending screams. The poison had an effect on her in the same way as Lucretia — the girl vomited from the food she had recently swallowed. Poisoned food ...

- Cinderella, I beg, mercy! - the last victim screamed in a hoarse voice as soon as her half-sister’s face was stained with blood and rushed at her.

Then came the turn of Chantal.

- Me. Name is. Olivia! - she said every word, walking slowly towards her last victim.

In a vain attempt, Chantal tried to crawl away as far as possible from her frantic sister. But the brown-haired woman turned out to be much faster and faster. In the estate of Baron de Sorel, it was the last cry, after which there was a dead silence ...

***

Returning home, Baron de Sorel did not believe his eyes: his favorite girls, Lucretia and Chantal, and his dear wife, were no longer alive. As soon as he had reached the funeral procession, the man wept bitterly at three graves, lonely spaced from each other. Firmly embracing his beloved daughter Olivia, he shed tears on the damp earth of only recently buried graves. The loss of three at once is an unbearable grief for him. Soothingly stroked the back of her Master Griselda ...

After some time, reluctantly, Baron de Sorel decided to take this step, for the sake of his blood. Griselda and Olivia's father vowed to each other in eternal love at the altar. The priest blessed on behalf of the Lord a husband and wife for a happy family life. This was the third marriage of a noble nobleman ...

Soon the man had to leave his home in order to work for the good of the family. It was bitter parting, especially with his daughter. The Baron noticed that she had changed a great deal after his marriage: the girl had become nervous and shy. Cinderella refused to move away from the grave of her mother. Yes, there was nothing to do - the debt called the sole breadwinner, and Baron de Sorel had to leave, with anxiety in his heart. As soon as the Master of the house had left the house, his wife, Griselda, immediately took over the leadership of the home, putting her three daughters Brunhilda, Christelle and Frederica as their elders. With the advent of the new stepmother, for Cinderella, new efforts were placed on her fragile girlish shoulders: Grizelda completely forgot her promise to protect her pupil. New position and wealth finally clouded the mind of Griselda and her daughters ...

***

Rising from an old bed, Olivia threw open the window. A new day brings with it new chores for the brown-haired woman. Taking a breath in the lungs of fresh air, the girl fixed her gaze somewhere far away. As usual, in the morning, Mona loved to look at this magnificent palace.Although he is far from the father's estate, his outlines clearly loomed in front of her. I wonder what is happening there now? Cinderella did not know how much she could stand — and stood — by the window, if the ringing trill of a bird ...