A Noble Marriage

PENN www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Noble Marriage [Anna]!    This happened when they were preparing to leave Moscow.

Seryozha spent a very pleasant few days at Uncle Oblonsky's house, although his mother could not come with them, his father brought him, but he also left with the unexpected good news that he might soon have a brother or sister.

That's good, Seryozha thought, he hadn't been a cousin yet.

Everyone was happy, except for one person.

"I don't want to be a sister anymore." Seven-year-old Tania huffed, wetting even her pretty little flowered dress.

Seryozha was at a loss for words, his eyes wide. Because he rarely saw Tania cry in front of him, she has always been his brave and understanding little sister. But Seryozha was a smart boy after all, so he decided to put down the little soldier man in his hand, and asked tentatively, "Do you, do you want a hug?"

Tania nodded, but the teardrops continued to roll down her pretty face.

Seryozha unfolded his arms, five years old, his body is still round, even his arms are like lotus roots, tender, but also fragrant and soft.

"I already have a brother, he is not good at all. I don't want another one." Tania sobbed, her hands clinging to Seryozha's neck, her chin resting on the latter's shoulder, and in a moment, Seryozha felt his big collar soaked.

"Do I make you sad too?" Seryozha asked in a whisper, although it was not his fault, but the tone has been somewhat apologetic meaning.

Tania let go of her hand and hung her head, then shook it again and denied it.

"You're fine, Seryozha."

"I wish you were born of my mother, my own brother." She took a flowered handkerchief from her lined pocket and wiped her tears somewhat showily.

"Did you tell Aunt Tauri?" Seryozha suggested softly, taking Tania's other hand.

"No." Tania shook her head again, she had always been the kind of child that elders said knew what they were talking about.

"Maybe you should have told her." Seryozha said softly, his mother had always told him this, that the only way not to be aggrieved was to be honest. Because, even a mother or a father, such an intimate presence does not always know what you are thinking.

"I can't." Tania shook her head again, but she looked calmer for a moment.

The little girl looked up at Seryozha, who generally had blonde hair like her mother, but she preferred Seryozha's hair. It was brownish-blond, slightly curled, and looked great with his blue eyes, so Tania couldn't resist kissing the other girl on the cheek.

"I envy you so much, Seryozha." She could not help but sob again, the tip of her nose were a little red, like a sad lily.

"You don't have a brother or sister."

This is something that Seryozha did not tell his father first, because he did not want to make anyone in the family show a sad face. But on the train, when it was just him and his father, he decided to ask each other politely.

"Dad, if you guys do something I don't like, can I tell you?"

Karenin put down the paper in his hand, looked up and replied, "Yes."

"In fact you should have told, Seryozha. I remember your mother telling you that."

Seryozha nodded.

He was too small and not very tall, so his legs were still wobbling in the air when he sat on the soft train seat.

He usually doesn't wiggle his calves that unruly, but when he's thinking about things, this little problem is a little out of control.

Karenin noticed this, but this time gave up to remind his son.

He knew that Seryozha was already a very self-disciplined child compared to his age. From the slightly sad little look in his eyes, it seemed obvious that the latter was troubled by something.

"You can say it." He closed the file, having decided to address his own son's little worry first.

Seryozha nodded again, like a puppy dog that was trying to bite its tail but couldn't chase it. Then, after he'd gotten over his confusion, he decided to look up for help.

"Actually, it's Tanya."

"Tania doesn't want another brother or sister."

"Everyone was happy, but she cried."

Karenin poured a glass of water for the little boy, who took it, his tender little hands clasping the glass, and took a few sips, though he didn't quite understand.

This is actually nothing rational reason, just do not know when, perhaps from the time when Seryozha began to be able to think about the problem and be able to express it, the father, in his heart, whenever the little boy showed a confused or sad look, always feel that in front of him may have been not a little boy, but some kind of plant.

Plants do not cry, but need water. Seryozha is a boy, some sensitive, have a strong ability to empathize with others, so for a moment, the rational officer doubted the boy's soft heart is not a little rain.

To hydrate plants, it is common sense. To answer confusion for one's child, an instinct Karenin began to possess after becoming a father.

"Why do you think she no longer wants a brother or sister?" Karenin asked.

Seryozha blinked in confusion, then shook his head, "I don't know." He added, "I told Tanya she could tell Aunt Tauri, but Tanya wasn't going to tell the other side."

"I always tell you and Mama everything." Seryozha said this so naturally, but with a slight touch of coyness.

Sometimes he didn't want to be that kind of parental baby, it made him feel a little shy, but sometimes he felt it was good, it made him feel safe and happy.

"Different homeschooling is different, Seryozha."

"I know, but I always thought that at least we could tell you what we thought. Because mom says that everyone is an individual, so be honest and forgiving, so that you can be happier and happier." His little hand stroked the cup, his blue eyes were big and seemed to shine with a wet light.

"This is what needs to be promoted, but just because people are separate individuals, not all ideas will be accepted by another person."

"Tania doesn't say anything because she knows that won't change anything does it?" Seryozha asked softly.

Karenin was not surprised, although Seryozha was a little too warm and soft, no one could deny his intelligence. Although her wife did not specify, but the father always understand. Some apparently unintelligent, but it is just because too much kindness.

Once upon a time, this kindness was not recognized by Karenin, but now, facing this small, slowly growing from the size of the palm, even a cold and hard person will always slowly soften his heart.

"Not anyone is like your mother, Seryozha."

"Your mother, she, had an ability to change a person easily." The man looked like he recalled a moment before saying.

Seryozha was approving of his father's words about his mother. But he also wanted to tell his father something else, so he gave a soft smile, "You too, Dad, not anyone is like you."

Hearing his son's words, Karenin smiled slightly.

Seryozha looked at the snack box, thought about it and asked, "Can I have a piece?"

"Is it time for you to have a snack?"

"Not yet ......" Seryozha some fondness to withdraw his eyes. Although still a little reluctant, but still decided to restrain themselves.

Immediately after, Seryozha made an effort to raise his arm and also poured a glass of water for Karenin, then he sat down again, holding the glass of water and asked, "Next time, can I do something more?"

Karenin knew what Seryozha meant. The boy's mind is never too difficult to guess.

"I think you've done a good job today."

Seryozha blushed a little, and after a moment, muttered, "Next time I'll bring a handkerchief."

Karenin nodded in agreement.

After finishing the water in the glass, Seryozha quietly looked out the window for a while. He saw the scenery flying past the window and the mountains, and then, as if remembering something, he asked again, "Will you give my brother or sister?"

Karenin paused in his hands, thumbs squeezing the paper, half a second, he looked at his son and said, "Do you want a brother or a sister?"

Seryozha smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Yes."

His reaction, unlike most children, made Karenin decide to stop his business once again. Rarely, he took the initiative to find out a little more about his son's thoughts.

"Why?"

Seryozha did not turn to face his father, but remained somewhat shyly cooing, his round fingers drawing circles on the bright, clear car window.

"I want to be a brother."

He finished and then looked at his father as if he had gathered his courage: "I like it when you call me baby. But sometimes I want to call someone else baby, too." He thought for a moment and then added, "Actually, baby is fine."

As if a little worried that this reason is not sufficient, easy to be rejected. Seryozha remembered his father's teaching that if you want someone to promise you anything, you have to give them at least three good reasons first. So he hastily added.

"I'm five years old. Mom said I could get a little soldier set with a saber when I was three and choose my own afternoon tea pairing when I was four, and now that I'm five and I haven't made a wish yet, I think that I'm old enough to be a big brother."

"But you're already a big brother, have you forgotten?"

Karenin said a child's name, and Seryozha did not retort, but smiled and nodded.

"I like him. But I also want to have a brother or sister of my own."

"You know, Papa," he cooed, "with Mama's hair or eyes, or yours. They'd look a lot like me."

"I wanted a brother or sister when I was three years old."

"I don't remember you ever telling us that." Karenin pondered for a moment before determining.

"Yes, I haven't said that." Seryozha nodded, and he had sat upright. Then he lifted those big blue eyes and said, somewhat puzzled, "But I need to make some preparations don't I?"

Karenin thought by preparation he meant accepting the fact of having a younger brother or sister, but his son, like his wife, always took him by surprise.

"I have to grow a little taller. To be very strong," he nodded, as if affirming this one statement about himself.

"I still have to know a lot, there's always a lot to learn, and I don't think I'm quite ready now either, but I might grow up soon, and then I'll have other responsibilities. But I'm worried." He said frowning his slender little eyebrows like a kind of fuzzy finch, and his thoughtfulness was a cute mess.

"Worried about what?" Karenin asked, and then he got a, somewhat grumbling, little look from his son.

"There's no way to teach him much, of course, Dad."

"I want to be a good example to his older brother, more than anything."

Seryozha sighed softly, "And then I thought that five should be an old enough age. At least I'm already five years older than him, and I can teach him a lot."

"We thought you didn't want a brother or a sister." Karenin said. They barely discussed the matter, his wife didn't express a desire for another child, and Karenin was perfectly happy with his current family. So the plan for a second child was never mentioned.

Seryozha looked at his father with some reproach, perhaps not many people in the whole of Russia can find such a treatment of Karenin.

The little boy pouted: "I'm just making preparations."

"A brother or sister is precious, just as I am to you."

"If I become a brother too early, how will I take care of them. If, if they ask questions I don't know, how embarrassing it would be!" Seryozha seriously said his deepest concern.

Facing such a young boy, the high official of Petersburg could not help but smile a little.

"So," Seryozha blinked, "can I be a brother?"

"It's something there's no guarantee about, Seryozha."

"But that might be true."

Seryozha smiled as if he thought of something, "I think a Christmas present would be nice."

"Maybe you'll get it."