A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update on the latest chapter of Noble Marriage [Anna]!    Andrei went home, Alexei had already gone to the military school, which took about two hours to travel, and Karenin sent him there.

In such circumstances, Karenin's approach would have made the boy's life a little better. But to become more comfortable, it was up to him.

Anna's own life had to start over. She went to Mr. Goldman's store.

The store had not changed much, and Prokhov was standing earnestly at the small counter as usual. When he saw Anna, he smiled, ever so plainly.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, very happy."

Anna entered the store, smiling, but soon, she sensed something.

"Did something happen?"

"What?" Prokhov looked a little slow to confuse, but soon he smiled, "Nothing."

Anna lightened her pace and changed the subject, "Where is Mr. Goldman?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Goldman is not here today, he said you can practice on your own, he hasn't finished reading the sketches you sent earlier, he will talk to you tomorrow." Prokoff said, looking a little apologetic.

He's not usually like this. Anna thought.

Probably realizing that he was not normal, Prokhorov simply closed his account book and looked up with a smile: "Would you like to tell us about those days?"

"Naturally."

Anna smiled a little. If Mr. Prokhorov did not want to talk about his preoccupations for the time being, she naturally did not want to ask him again and again.

However, while the wife was in doubt, the husband might have found the reason.

"Is this place inappropriate, my lord?" Vorobiev inquired. He had reserved this hotel room for Karenin and also for the foreign minister from France, who paused for a moment.

"No, nothing." Karenin replied, and then continued to his place in the box.

He sat down and read the menu Vorobev had asked him to confirm, and when he felt it was all right, he left Vorobev to open it, while he himself waited for the French diplomat.

During this free time, Karenin distracted himself a little to think about what he had just seen.

Mr. Goldman and his daughter, and a strange man, and, the glimpsed ring being placed inside the lady's hand.

Given their posture and expression, and the choice of place, there are two possibilities. The very slight possibility is that they are counseling each other on the style of the ring, but the greater possibility is that a proposal of marriage.

Although Karenin did not have much contact with this father and daughter, but Anna could not stop talking about them, and that Mr. Prokhov. Obviously, quite fond of Miss Oria.

Thinking of this, Karenin hands clasped on the table, pondering for a moment.

He always knew what an emotional person his wife was, and knew that she saw these people as friends.

Friends, yes. There were never any friends in this circle. Karenin himself did not have any friends like this, although he understood how it probably was, but fortunately and unfortunately he had not felt it himself. But that doesn't mean he wasn't willing to understand his wife's feelings, and, in a small way, to defend her feelings.

She doesn't need to know these things. He used to think so, but now, he is not sure anymore.

"The so-called husband and wife, in addition to their responsibilities, have trust." This reminded Karenin that there was a little anxiety in that hidden corner of his heart, but he finally decided to appease it a little.

"You love her, don't you?"

Those anxieties reluctantly receded.

So, when Anna learned all this after dinner, during the usual walk, she was surprised but not, as Karenin thought, a little excited.

She was indeed unhappy, with some loss and disbelief, but quite calm.

"I don't understand. Although we all think that Olya is still young, she is only thirteen after all, none of us can deny that she has a more mature mind."

"But I had thought that it was always a little too early to talk about such things as love, any more, but ......" she couldn't go on, frowning gently in confusion, which then turned into a lost expression.

"It was impossible between them to begin with." Karenin said, slowing his pace, his voice matching the breeze of an early summer evening, like it carried a hint of summer heat.

"Identity, and, well, uncertainty."

"Uncertainty?" Anna asked.

"I know you may have suspected, although I didn't bother to confirm, that Miss Oria was not well."

Anna sighed at that, "You're right, I did think about it." She had thought before that the maturity and the graceful and slow movements were due to deliberate study, but then she realized that the little girl's sometimes pale face, and the coldness of her fingers on a cloudy day, were certainly not just to make herself look more graceful.

She looked up again, looking a little confused: "Mr. Goldman should have had a rich deposit, he could have opened the store bigger. He is such a proud man, he obviously disdains to make clothes for some people most, but then he did."

She murmured, "Couldn't you help her?"

"Help?" Karenin repeated, then said calmly, "You should know them better than I do."

Yes, Anna hung her head.

If only Mr. Goldman hadn't been such a proud man, if only Olya had indeed been a naive, romantic little girl, if only Mr. Plodov hadn't cherished that child so much.

"We all know that even Mr. Plodov himself is not sure whether it was love or not. After all, it was no ordinary thing."

"Mr. Prokhorov's status, and the fact that he is poor is indeed a problem for Mr. Goldman to consider, but even greater is the uncertainty of this adoration."

Karenin paused for a moment before slowly stating the irrefutable truth that

"Miss Olya needs a rich family, a more reliable guarantee than love."

It was not that Anna could not understand what Karenin said, she even understood that there was no element of coercion in it at all. She knew that the two men would never force Olya if she didn't want to, and she knew that the two men might even wish she didn't want to yet.

But what a mature girl Olya was, she took her fate so openly, she never wanted to defy them from the start.

She used to sort out the drawings for Mr. Goldman in the backyard, and to mend Prokhov's crooked hat, with such serenity of look and movement.

She had, as it were, allowed fate to paint on her pale and frail body, accepting them willingly.

"She's still a child. ......" she chanted softly.

"Not immediately married, just engaged." Karenin said. He gathered some information after that with the channels he could use. He knew Anna would care about that.

"The timing." Karenin said with some reluctance, "Timing isn't always so opportune. That's true of most things in this world."

He was referring to the fact that Mr. Goldman and the others could meet someone who would be right for Olya. Sooner or later, that's always going to happen.

People pray, of course, that they will meet the mate of their lives at the best possible time, but opportunities always come and go. Ordinary people can't afford to wait, and they prefer to hold on to the best one they can meet than to expect the next sheaf of wheat.

"I understand." Anna said, lifting her eyes and smiling a little sadly.

"Love is important to everyone, but with the different encounters in a person's life, it's not always love that everyone finds most important. Especially, in this place."

"Man's misfortune is not due to the fact that God has given him too little, but to the fact that he is not satisfied." Kalenin whispered, telling Anna a fact.

"That is a lady who knows how to be satisfied."

This evening, Anna understood, or rather, she understood a long time ago, and so contributed to her easily satisfied and happy character today, that happiness is not within reach for everyone.

So on the next day, when she went to see Mr. Goldman in the store, she did not go after him.

She saw that the haughty man occasionally rested on Miss Oria's gaze, complicated, but does not show intolerance, just like the dark-haired girl looked at him with a permanent and inquiring smile.

Mr. Prokhov is a man who is relatively unlikely to disguise his emotions.

After Mr. Goldman and Miss Oria went out, Anna stood by and made a pot of Ceylon black tea, and she brought refreshments.

It was raining showers outside, and the rain was falling slowly like dripping pearls down the back of the roof, gathering in a small puddle on the ground.

"Drizzle - drizzle -"

"You got it, didn't you?" Mr. Prokhov asked, like a dog in a bit of mourning.

"Hmm." Anna nodded.

"I knew you would know, after all, your husband ......" He didn't go on, just gave a defeated grin.

"He approached me earlier, and frankly, it was a little scary." He laughed again, much better this time, "Of course, I'm not talking about looks or temperament or anything, it's just that, very few husbands do. I mean, within your circle."

The man spoke a little upside down because of his emotions, but it was still understandable.

"I understand."

Then, the air fell into a faintly silent atmosphere, black tea dense ringing in mid-air steamed up, foggy, compared to the cold winter, this moment is mixed with the summer heat, like helpless.

"In fact," Prokhov rearranged his emotions and spat out, "I originally still wanted to fight for it, but until I saw your husband."

"It took me three days to decide to abandon the idea."

"Why?" Anna asked gently.

Prokhov lifted his hand and wiped his nose, making a smile that crinkled with merit.

"Just, hesitation."

"Miss Oria is like an angel, and I love her. But, I don't think I could ever be like your husband. Understand every thought of another person, whether the world tolerates it or not, or, even if I can't, I still try to understand."

"I may still lack the courage to confront the world."

"You are not, and do not mind me ......"

"Ah, I naturally appreciate you." Mr. Prokhov laughed briskly, "but if it were my wife, I would not be able to approve so frankly."

"One is always harsher on those who are close to one, isn't it?"

Anna looked at Prokhov and wanted to say something in her mind, but eventually swallowed it back.

They raised their eyes to look outside and wondered how long the conversation had gone on, and by now, the rain had stopped.

"The rain has stopped." Mr. Prokhov said.

"It's only summer showers after all!" He exclaimed, his voice full of the same crispness as before, and with a note of relief.

Anna's fingers touched the already cold cup of tea, and her thoughts wandered a little slowly.

This week, Karenin's day of rest.

The servants also sensed that their mistress was in a somewhat depressed mood, so they became more careful in their work.

Anna even had a rare late start, she settled herself on the soft bed, the light summer quilt draped frivolously on the carpet, completely failed to perform their duties, leaving the mistress' white calves exposed to the daylight.

And the fine dust in the daylight was mischievously going to kiss the glimpse of whiteness, until, someone stingy blocked them.

Karenin covered Anna with the blanket.

He had instructed all the servants not to disturb Anna, even Annuschka was instructed by him.

Anna's low mood was like a stretched light, and even Karenin was infected with it. So, after breakfast alone, Karenin, who should have gone to his study to deal with official documents, as was his usual daily custom, went to his wife's bedroom.

After covering Anna with a thin blanket, he stood on the edge of the bed for about half a minute, then obeyed his own wish and sat down on the edge of the bed, despite the fact that his shirt would become indecent because it was covered with folds.

He lifted his hand and, somewhat lovingly, let his fingers brush over his wife's brow, trying to smooth out the frown that was still furrowed in his dream.

It was a boring and completely pointless thing to do.

But the man looked patient.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only warmth and love flowed slowly through the fingertips with the movement of the fingers.

When Anna woke up, she saw Karenin's faintly warm and loving gaze.

Focused and full of emotion.

It was at this moment that the accumulated emotions suddenly seemed to find an outlet, and she raised her hands and gently wrapped her arms around Karenin's neck.

She pressed herself against his chest and felt the warm, beating heart for her through her shirt.

Once again, she felt - so close to heaven.

The sound of the thin quilt rubbing against the sheet sounded softly, then fell helplessly on the carpet.

At this moment, the two people in the bed have changed order.

Anna put both hands on Karenin's shoulders, she propped herself up and looked at her husband.

She seldom looked at her husband with such downward glances, that was usually her place.

So she found something else different, fascinating, and it turned out that this is why men like to look down on women from this angle.

Your appearance will not become more beautiful, and even, because of such a position, it will look a little unaware of the embarrassment, but no matter what, the feelings flowing from the eyes will not be hidden.

Like a spring in the daylight, clear and full.

She leaned down and kissed the corner of Karenin's mouth, then slowly withdrew her movements, and when she opened her eyes was to find that the man's eyes were still gazing at her.

Unconcealed adoration.

The sight was like a silk thread, entwining those negative emotions in Anna's mind. By the time her thoughts came back to reality, the position of the two people had changed once again.

She returned to the familiar position.

She saw those blue eyes, like deep ice crystals, with a hint of affection attached to each cut surface, looking at her so intently.

She felt the straps of her nightgown being gently removed by Karenin, and her exposed skin did not feel cold because some warm lips were touching them.

The temperature of the lips was not particularly hot, but the touch left in that place made you want to shiver, as if, as soon as it moved like that, your whole divine mind could not help but sink following its footsteps.

She knew Karenin was gently sucking the skin there, stubbornly, and after leaving many marks, decided to leave deeper bruises in a place where he was satisfied.

Before this, Anna thought she would feel shy, but in reality, she just gently lifted her left hand, her slender fingertips stroking the man's hair slowly with her fingertips.

A nice, refreshing scent spread thinly through the air.

A hint of summer daylight leaked in through the gauze curtain and shone out at the end of the bed, warming that spot.

Anna put her feet close to the sun, always preferring the warmth to the cold.

Her mind was almost muddled until the warm touch left. She opened her eyes and looked again into those blue eyes, only, with a somewhat slow blink, indicating inquiry.

Karenin ruffled her curly, auburn hair that was now spilling over the sheets.

He said nothing, just dropped a kiss on her brow and then, like some kind of warm vegetation, gathered Anna in his bosom.

In the action just now, Karenin removed his socks.

He may or may not have had other plans, Anna did not know.

She sank back into sleep in a kind of contented sleepiness. Her small hands were pressed against her husband's chest, and her feet, which had been somewhat cool, were being held close to each other's, receiving the rays of sunlight together.

The author has something to say: "A pact with Andrei

Andre: If someone gives you candy and tells you to go with him, will you go with him?

Bambi: [shakes his head] No

Andre: Very well, wait for me here

Bambi: [Nods] Good

Later, Andre left for a while

Stranger: I have candy, do you want to go with me?

Bambi: [shakes his head] No

Stranger: What about the little sweet cake?

Bambi: [torn] No

Andre came back just in time to see the stranger, he raised his fist, and the stranger ran away in a huff

Andre: Did the man say there was candy for you to go with him?

Bambi: Yes, he also said there were small sweet cakes

Andrei: [frightened] Remember not to go with strangers even if they give you cookies!

Bambi: [softly smiling] Give me more cookies, but also will not

Andre: [Suddenly I think Bambi has become smart]. Why?

Bambi: Because I promised to wait for you! [Angel smiles].

Andrei covered his nosebleed silently: Why is my cousin so cute?