A Noble Marriage

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In the small store, there was only Anna and Mr. Goldman.

Things were a little different today, when Anna came in from outside and found Mr. Goldman not in her usual seat. Instead of traces of scratching powder, there was a little paint between his somewhat excessively pale fingers.

"Do you mind if I take a look?" Anna asked.

The man looked up at her for a moment and spoke faintly, "I remember informing you that there was no teaching today."

"There are no more irresponsible teachers like you." Anna laughed, not minding the other woman's coldness.

She approached the other woman with the hem of her skirt, her eyes falling on the drawing board.

On the thick paint, the bright-looking woman was quietly sleeping, the old-looking man was staring at the other with a frown, and outside the small window was the sound of spring, a soft yellow spring flower was quietly blooming.

The young girl's reassuring smile contrasts with the man's knotted brow, and the grayness of the house contrasts with the brightness of the window, one bright and one dark, making people wonder about the relationship between them.

"Is it father and daughter?" Anna asked.

"No." The dark-haired man denied, his slightly thin lips spitting out a soft answer, "It's Death."

Anna froze for a moment.

Mr. Goldman stared at the flower petals in front of him, brown paint smearing through the man's tangled and tousled hair, then he looked up at Anna for a moment and smiled, "You don't believe that, do you?"

"A little." Anna said, smiling softly but with some frustrated understanding in her heart.

Mr. Goldman's movements stopped for a moment, and there was a hint of confusion in his green eyes, as if he hesitated to change the painting, but it did not take long for him to become calm and clear again. The corners of his pursed mouth relaxed and he decided to continue applying paint, but this time the man's movements became more moderate.

Two weeks later, the talented seamstress from Peterborough left.

Anna saw a man off in front of the ferry.

Mr. Prokhov lifted his muscular arms, and he was now exactly like a sailor. His face was very clean, not quite like those of the whistling crew, but like them, he always hid a wink of the sea between his eyes.

"You'll be back, won't you?" Anna asked, pressing her right hand against her hat.

Mr. Prokhov laughed, looking bright and harmless.

"Yes, although it is impossible to say when," he paused then continued, "but I will visit you and your husband when I have the chance."

Finally, the large man waved his hand as the mast swayed in the sea breeze and Anna lifted her hand to bid the other man farewell.

A strong wind blew, the lavender ribbon loosened, the hat fluttered with the arc of the wind, and Anna's voice dissipated in the wind, then curled her lips into a smile.

The woman's eyes could only squint slightly because of the light she was facing. Despite knowing who the person was, Anna still wanted to see the other side clearly.

Under the hot summer** sun, by the ferry, the man's figure was stretched out, looking even thinner, yet never thin.

Light-colored suit on him, as if the taste of this summer. In the sweaty colleague, but also allows people to taste more original this only belongs to the feeling of summer.

"What a coincidence." Anna said after Karenin came up to him and carefully put on her hat for her.

"I told you I could come over at least this time." Karenin said, as if he could not grasp Anna's meaning, but his softening sight made Anna understand that he knew everything.

Anna took the other woman's arm, she inclined her head, ** the sun no longer shone straight on her white cheeks, although those rays always tried to sneak through, but the one who was a husband was always tall enough. That slightly turned sideways, eventually, even the hot sun is a little helpless, can only reluctantly in the man's cheeks next to the fluttering of anger like.

She smiled and said in a light tone, "Alexei, from the point of view of decency, should you not find me another shopkeeper?"

"I thought you wanted to take care of these things on your own."

"No, no, I want to relax for a while." Anna said, looking at her husband and not minding those things at all anymore. After all, he was doing nothing more than trying to keep her safe. In Petersburg, fame is more important to women than anything else. And the definition of fame, in turn, very often depends on your husband's reputation and your own excellence.

It's paradoxical. It's like if a girl has too many suitors, it's always damaging to her reputation. And if the women in the circle have such a fling, it symbolizes your charm.

Anna originally always thought that in this era, as a woman she had been labeled by others as an appendage before she became a monk, and when a rich woman with a rich pretence of marrying another man of the right family, she became an appendage of that man again. It is because of this inequality that she wants to make this marriage a little more equal.

She made a not-so-smart attempt, during which she did not encounter too many difficulties, and only later realized. It had nothing to do with herself, she did not feel any news of the storm, but because, there was that one person who all warded off for her.

In such times, being a man he is always excellent. His status dictated that he needed to be careful in everything he did and not let his peers or political opponents catch any leverage. These were things that Anna should have understood best, but she had neglected.

So now, she decided to give her trust to the other party without reservation.

"I believe you can do a good job, Alexei. If you weren't my husband, and I happened to meet you, I would always let you help me." She guffawed, "And fortunately, you are my husband, and that saves me a generous salary."

"God always gives me preferential treatment, doesn't he?"

Karenin looked at his wife for a moment, then said, "Anna, don't you forget one thing."

"What?" Anna raised her head in high spirits.

"Your husband is an official of Petersburg, and in all honesty, still in a high position, holding heavy power. Generally speaking, people who make requests before me always have to pay an expensive fee. Sometimes it's money, sometimes it's something else."

Anna was a little dumbfounded at Karenin's serious look.

She almost wanted to subconsciously cover her money bag, but then she remembered something that made her feel grounded.

Faced with those calm blue eyes, Anna thought and looked around, and finally decided to approach the other side, blushing while whispering, "My person is all yours, what more do you want?"

"That, that is also you do not want, not I do not give." She grunted.

When she raised her head, she noticed that the man in front of her had a suspicious blush on his face.

Karenin lifted his hand against his lips and coughed softly, then thoughtfully moved closer to his wife and said, "Actually, I didn't mean that before."

He finished and then had a little bit of shortness to let go of his left hand on Anna's shoulder and looked out to sea for a moment before turning back to look at his wife again.

Sure enough, the other face is a blush and chagrin look.

Karenin laughed softly, then stifled it again.

"So," Anna said, looking up, holding back her blush and tensing her expression in deliberate seriousness, "what is it that you want?"

She saw Karenin look at her, and raised his hand again, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear before saying, "Anna, I need a decent suit for the party in a month."

Anna was a little surprised to hear that, then she smiled, "That's not something to take away from me."

"Speaking of which, I must say one more thing, I had thought you didn't care about that."

"Alexei, you don't like change. You like rigor and order, and you don't like those little tricks of mine much do you?"

"Anna, I like them." Karenin said, "It just maybe doesn't have to be for me."

"So, it's for me again, right?"

"That party is important, and I know you're already getting ready for it." Anna bit her lower lip, "I don't think it's a very good idea, maybe it's still ......"

"Anna." Karenin gently interrupted his wife, "I think it's a proper arrangement."

"I trust you, not that you think you like them less."

He leaned close to his wife again and whispered in her ear, "I am your husband, and since you choose to trust me, you must also trust my judgment. Whatever it is, Anna."

He kissed his wife again on the lips as he left.

Anna had held her breath when Karenin kissed her, and it was only when Karenin stepped back that it resumed. She looked at the other woman with open eyes, a little dazed, but it didn't take long for her eyes to take on a look of pride. It was as if, her husband was her greatest protector, reliable and strong.

"I believe in you, Alexei. More than I trust myself in you." She said cheerfully, with a sincere look in her eyes that brought another soft smile to the high ranking Peterborough gentleman.

Things should never be rushed. Despite the importance of the banquet and the fact that a month was a long time to say the least, Anna had one more thing she had to do, and that was to visit Alexei at the military academy.

She hadn't seen the boy for almost two months.

In this far-famed military school, the first regulation is to temporarily isolate students and their parents for a period of time. Until those petulant bags look at the name of the school.

Anna finally met Alexei after various complicated procedures.

The teenager's hair was cut short, like a burr, completely revealing his face. The original somewhat pale complexion is still a few shades worse than the people around him, but it is closer to a healthy white.

Alexei's mouth was peeling in a few places, but his whole spirits looked good. Wearing the school uniform, in the summer, also tucked inside the high-top military shoes, there is a kind of toughness that does not belong to teenagers anymore.

But when he opened his mouth, Anna knew that he was still the same somewhat slender looking kid.

"Have you been well?" The teenager asked, his light-colored eyes a masked delight.

"That should be my question to you, my dear Alexei." Anna said with a smile, and she gave the other woman a short hug. She had to pay attention to the surroundings, lest the crowds coming and going see, after all, boys of this age are always a little shy and bashful.

Alexei could easily guess from Anna's eyes and movements what she was thinking. He wanted to say he didn't mind, but he opened his mouth and ended up saying nothing, just continuing to look at the person in front of him with a smiling sight.

"Everything is fine with me, Aunt Anna."

"So are we." Anna patted the teenager's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "I think you're standing taller?"

"Yes, half an inch."

"That's not a little." Anna said with some deliberate awe, "Maybe you'll grow taller than Alexei."

"I hope so." Alexei said softly.

"I want to write to you and to Aunt Karenin, but we are not allowed to do so."

Anna smiled, "I know. I was a little worried before, and then Alexei told me." She finished and moved closer to the other woman, saying intimately as if she were whispering something, "That's a bit insensitive, but I can't complain in front of him."

"Your aunt he doesn't see anything wrong with this over-cold education, which is not very nice."

"This is a military school, it's different from other colleges, and the requirements are naturally a bit harsher."

"I understand." Anna smiled, "I know I shouldn't worry, but Alexei, I can really feel at ease when I see that you can really adapt."

"If you were here too, I'm sure you wouldn't complain." Alexei gave an affirmative smile.

Anna blinked, she felt complimented, but, well, she felt happy.

"Would you like to take a tour?" The teenager inquired.

Anna nodded, then saw Alexei extend his arm to him, a gentle but strong motion. She smiled a little and gently took the boy's arm.

The school was supposed to be located in a suburban area, nothing like the bustle of downtown Petersburg. After the initial awe of the neatness of the military school, it didn't take long for it to become tedious and boring. For this reason, it was all the more important for Anna to determine whether Alexei was really well-adjusted.

As they walked to the training ground, the man who was playing let down ball saw them and called out to Alexei.

Anna looked at the sound, only to see a teenager wearing a uniform, a lot of sweat on the forehead ran over.

The legs are long and strong, the eyelids are also extremely deep, and the dark blue eyes are like glass balls, brittle and born with a certain brightness.

It was Vronsky, whom I hadn't seen in a while.

She knew that Vronsky also went to this military school, Patsy mentioned it, only, she didn't expect to run into each other here by such a coincidence, and, from the somewhat intimate words of Vronsky and Alexei, Anna caught the fact that - these two were on good terms.

"Good day, Mrs. Karenin." Although Vronsky's movements were still a bit vulgar when he was on the court just now, he naturally regained a hint of elegance when facing a lady. There was sweat crossing the corners of his eyes, but he held it back raw and did not bother to wipe it with his sleeve. After all, this is not some party where you always have a hanky in your pocket.

"Good day." Anna nodded in response, then looked over at Alexei, her eyes traveling between the two of them before finally smiling slightly, "When did you guys get so familiar?"

"Alexei is my roommate." Alexei said.

Anna always felt a little strange when the name Alexei was spoken from someone else, especially, when it was addressed not to her husband Karenin, but to someone else.

She mentally shook her head and spoke with Alexei a few more times before a uniformed man reminded her that she had to leave.

"I have to go now, I'll see you next time, Alexei." Anna said, straightening the collar of her uniform for the teenager on her way out.

What she didn't know was that after she left, the teenager with dark blue eyes looked at her back a few more times, but he finally just shook his head, patted Alexei's arm, and cheered in the teenager's spirited voice. Let the latter join in the previous movement together.

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