A Noble Marriage

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Seryozha looked at the boy in front of him, his round blue eyes widened in some surprise.

"What makes you think so." He asked a little confused, then blue eyes intentionally narrowed a little, he is five years old, although still a little round and chubby, and round fingers, but in the heart, has begun to aspire to become a dignified adult like his father.

"Because," the boy in front of him, two years older than Seryozha, gulped, the flashy bow tie seemed to strangle his neck, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I spied them talking, and your father didn't smile at all. It was like ice."

Seryozha sat up straight.

He turned out to be in a relaxed posture, sharing the little soldier man given to him by his Aunt Tauri with his newfound sidekick Vitaly.

Now, he felt the need to defend his father's honor.

"It was just diplomacy, my dad he wasn't terrible. He's a good father."

The brown-haired boy didn't look very convinced, but he said reluctantly, "Maybe so."

"I'm not lying, it's true, he's a good father." Seryozha said softly, something he didn't always tell others because of his father's work, knowing he wouldn't be able to play with the same kids as usual.

"My dad once gave me a pony, and it was so cute. He carried me on it the first time I rode it. Dad was always busy and I never learned French well, and he would come back and teach me himself during that time." Seryozha paused and said, "He said he loved me, too."

"My father always said that, too, but I didn't believe him. He bought me whatever I wanted, but I knew it was just a way to get rid of me and tell me to go away." Vitaly toyed with the little soldier-man's gun, speaking with a hint of disdain that defended his pride.

"I'll believe what my mother says." He finished making a face, the freckles at the tip of his nose twisted shallowly by the folds, as if he was defending something.

"You know, Seryozha, most dads don't really love their kids, even though they say 'I love you' a lot."

After Vitaly and his father left, Seryozha's expression became a little melancholy.

Mother had gone to Countess Ligia's house, and she would not return at the moment.

Although Seryozha loved his father, but this family, if he had something on his mind, he still used to tell his mother first. He knew that if his mother could not answer his confusion, he would then turn to his father, but his mother was so powerful that he usually got the answer from her.

He had been careful to tell his father about it because he didn't want him to feel bad when he found out, to feel bad about why his own son didn't think of him first. Or maybe he suspected that Seryozha did not love him.

How terrible it is!

Of course Seryozha loved his parents, he loved both, so in the past when he was young, someone teased him whether he loved his mother or father more, could not choose Seryozha will always be the first to sadly red eyes.

And when he was a little older, he would either say seriously that he loved both, or he would just droop his eyes in confusion, like a wounded puppy.

He certainly wasn't hesitant about who he loved more, but couldn't tell these adults that they wanted him to make that choice because he wasn't acting well enough? That really made him sad.

But later, he found that those people stopped asking him. And Seryozha happened to hear that it was because of his mother's intervention.

See, Mom was always so good!

So this time, after he learned from Vitaly such a thing beyond his knowledge, he was confused and desperately needed answers. But his mother happened to be away.

"I can go ask Dad." Seryozha muttered to himself. He finished his homework, then straightened the hem of his shirt, his round fingers clearly still a child, but with a nobility and reserve in his movements that ordinary children do not have.

He went to his father's study, knocked on the door, and got an answer before entering.

"Dad, I have something to ask you." Seryozha said after closing the door.

Karenin did know that there was something that confused his son; after all, that little face could not yet hide anything.

Despite the urgency of some of the documents, Karenin just mentally changed the processing plan, and then closed the file.

After Seryozha sat down in the chair opposite him, Karenin could not help but smile slightly. Because in his position, the guest opposite him was usually at eye level with him, not as now, in a wide position, tiny one, only eyes big, hands folded with rounded childishness.

"It's a little uncomfortable." Seryozha himself noticed that his legs could not reach the floor yet, so he wiggled his buttocks and then asked softly, "Can I come over?"

"You are my son, not a visiting guest." Karenin said calmly, but the look on his face was not the tautness, indifference or sarcasm that comes with meeting a guest.

Seryozha got down from his end chair, he made a small half-circle with a naive look like a puppy, and then went over to his father's side.

Karenin moved his chair a little so that he could face Seryozha.

Seryozha stood up, he inherited Karenin's blue eyes and a pair of long legs, his face is still a bit chubby, but his legs are straight and tender, like a spring fawn, not to mention those brownish-blond, slightly curly hair.

If his mother is here, facing his cute, can not help but to stroke the hair in front of the forehead of Seryozha.

Seryozha's father does not do so, than his mother likes to touch his hair, cheeks and small shoulders, do the father's seemingly most intimate action, but in his speech, the same color of blue eyes will be focused on him. Silently conveyed his care for his son.

And now it is the same.

Seryozha lowered his eyes slightly in thought for a moment.

His eyelashes have curls unlike those of boys, very thick, and when he is in deep thought, he looks like a quiet little doll.

But the parents know that Seryozha's big eyes are hiding a lively world.

"Just now, Vitaly asked me," Seryozha looked up, looking confused and upset, "if you would hit me."

"I told him that you never hit me and that you loved me, but he said, 'Not every father loves his children'."

"He believes his mother loves him, but he doesn't believe his father does, too."

"Dad." Seryozha whispered, "Is it true? Is there really a father who doesn't love his child?"

Karenin did not expect Seryozha to ask this question. This question is not at all like him. Because Seryozha is a happy and naive child.

If it was a long time ago, Karenin would think that boys at this age still retain such a sensual naivety is really not conducive to growth. But now, he never wanted him to quickly get out of the child, to learn to be an adult.

He thought, as long as nature is good, time will not stay or move forward with the will of the person, no matter how powerful or smart the person is. Since this is the case, then, for the education of Seryozha, he does not need to go overly harsh, as long as he is happy. When he grows up a little more, the responsibility that should have, at that time, he will not be very late to teach.

However, if these questions were asked in advance in his life, Karenin still chose to tell him honestly. Because Seryozha had the right to know the truth, but also because, despite his naivety, Karenin never doubted that Seryozha had a brave heart.

Thinking of this, Karenin raised his hand and gently rested it on Seryozha's tender little shoulder, while Seryozha looked at it suspiciously, then raised those pure eyes and looked at him.

"There is indeed such a father in this world."

The boy's eyes widened when he heard his father answer this way, and then looked a little sad.

"That's unfortunate."

He felt sad for Vitaly, and for those children.

His mother had always told him that he was their baby and was very precious, and that his birth brought laughter and joy to everyone.

Seryozha grew up in a loving environment, those doting and proper teaching kept him from becoming one of those ill-mannered children, his upbringing was smooth and healthy, even the memory of falling was more laughter than pain.

So, he never doubted his parents' love for him or that he would not love them.

He thought that children all over the world were like this, but today, he learned the truth. Not every child is this happy, not every father is like his father. So, the so-called love is not taken for granted!

"If that's the case, Dad, I've decided to be nicer to others." Seryozha said seriously, tilting his head.

"Because, maybe in the future, I'll run into someone and they might not be as lucky as I am. That way, they can add another one to the list when they count on their fingers the number of people they have who love them."

Karenin looked at his son and saw determination in that young face, and also saw the hope of happiness.

He was rarely like this in front of people, but at the moment, the father smiled slightly and said gently, "That's good, son."

Seryozha smiled and nodded.

He thought that this might be the difference between his father and his mother. His mother told him about the beauty of the world, and his father told him that the beauty was also deep with thorns. But both his father and mother, with their own happiness, told him that despite this, he should be full of hope, because only in this way, it is possible to make a difference.

The heart of those hard feelings because of this decision and slowly dissipate with the wind, those cold facts in his small, warm heart, always fill up with hope a little. Only in this way, the world will not really hurt this rare innocence, even if he eventually grows into an adult, will not change too much.

After that, when he saw Vitaly again, the boy with curly hair and blue eyes like Seryozha, the latter took him by the hand and counted them one by one, counting all ten fingers and then solemnly adding one more.

"Seryozha."

"In that case, even if there was one less, now, what we have is the same. Vitaly, we are all happy children."

Later, when asked by a young journalist interviewing a very famous retired diplomat what had changed his life, the old man with pale blue eyes simply blinked those wise eyes and said it was because of a friend.

"Someone like the sun."

The author has something to say: "Summer Assignment

Senior

Charlie: Did you finish your summer homework? Lend it to me to copy!

Andrei: ? Summer homework? We have summer homework!

Charlie: Pawn

Lower grades

Bambi sister: brother, diary, will not write TUT

Bambi brother: can not write, draw = =

Bambi's sister: Bad guy, I'll go find Bambi's brother! He will teach me gently!

......

Bambi brother: [pull the other side of the hat] I this to you copy

Bambi sister: brother you are very good [moved to cry] QVQ [so I misunderstood him]

Ten minutes later, Bambi's brother went to Bambi's room

Bambi brother: diary, will not write = =

Little Bambi: It's okay, I'll teach you [touch head] =V=

Bambi's brother: eh