A Noble Marriage

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Because the rainy season has come and gone, the store has been temporarily closed since Mr. Goldman left. Anna hasn't found a store owner yet, and she certainly can't go straight into that capacity herself. Because Anna said she was not in a hurry, Karenin was not in too much of a hurry, as he was preparing for the banquet these days. There was a new decree to be introduced.

On this day, Anna took Annushka and decided to go to the store. In preparation for the rainy season, she had to make sure that the previous repairs were in order, and that she had left her manuscript there.

She went quite early, because she wanted to be back before breakfast.

It was only six o'clock, and the whole of Petersburg looked even more gloomy under the darkening sky. By the time Peter, the coachman, set up his carriage and raised his whip, the rain was already pouring down.

"The rain is still a bit terrible, madam." Annushka said, she was usually a fairly calm girl. But she seemed to have a natural fear of the rain.

"It will be all right." Anna reassured the other woman.

When they arrived at their destination, before they opened the car door, they heard Peter shout, "Madam, there's a man lying in front of the store!"

Anna listened, opened the car door, and Annushka gave her an umbrella.

It was raining hard, but because it was not very far away, it was possible to distinguish a strong man, but, worryingly, he was lying motionless.

Peter simply tied up the wagon and ran over. He went over to the man, knelt down and touched and patted him, then shouted at Anna and the others, "He's still alive!"

Anna and Annushka both sighed with relief. Although in this era, it is not very rare to see someone die on the roadside, but Anna herself has never seen it.

She and Annushka hurried over.

"Madam, should we save him?" Annushka asked in a low voice.

Anna pondered for a moment and said, "Peter, check his arm or chest to see if there are any marks."

Naturally, Anna could not see anyone die, and she did not mind lending a helping hand to others. However, she had to think about whether saving this person would bring them trouble. After all, her husband's status was no more than ordinary people.

"Madam, you don't ......" Annushka wanted to say something, but Anna stopped her.

She knew that Peter was trustworthy, but she had to supervise it herself, and Annushka also after seeing the calm and not shy gaze of her own wife, the words in her mouth finally swallowed, but she herself was still a little unable to accept it, some blushing gently inclined her head. After all, it was a man's body, and Anushka, despite being a maid, was after all a high class maid, not one of those rough maids of ordinary families. It was possible to flirt with a man without pressure.

Anna watched Peter carefully confirm whether there were any suspicious marks on the upper part of the man's body.

Although the rain and mud made the man's face unclear, the outline of the face, and the skin color in front of the chest seemed to indicate that the man tended to be of Germanic origin.

"Madame?" Peter looked up to her for confirmation. This man was not supposed to be a fugitive; there were no marks on his body, and no signs of whipping.

"Let's get him to the bunkhouse." Anna said.

Once inside the bunkhouse, Anna looked at the man sitting limply in the chair, she frowned slightly, then asked Peter, "Why isn't he awake yet?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders: "Madam, I think this man is decent except for a little mud, but from the material on his body and the roughness of his hands, it seems that he is not a rich family. The soles of his shoes are worn, and he is not Russian, so he should have just come here, and then," the man paused for a moment and spread his hands, "he must have been robbed or cheated of money, and starved without money to eat."

Anna and Annushka looked at Peter with some surprise, and the latter grinned, and the beard looked unusually cute: "Because this has happened to me before."

Now that she knew why the man had fainted on the side of the road, Annushka went to bring the basket over.

"Madam, is it okay?"

"Why would you even prepare this?" Anna asked. She knew that Annushka always brought something to eat when she came over with her, and she had previously thought it was because the other person had considered that they wouldn't necessarily go back for lunch, but today she had gone out and said she would go back later.

"Sir explained to me. Wherever you go, there are some things to keep on hand for you." Annushka replied.

Anna listened, smiled, and felt the need to do something when she went back.

"Give it to him." Anna said.

As the milk was slowly fed into the man's mouth, the latter also began to become conscious.

Anna narrowed her eyes slightly and watched carefully for the other man's next move.

Those long eyelashes blinked, then opened, and the aquamarine eyes looked a little tiredly confused.

"Where am I?" The man asked confusedly, his eyes scanning over his surroundings. With a bit of confusion.

Anna was relieved to see the man's appearance. With a decent smile, she explained, "You passed out in front of our bunkhouse."

"Oh, yes." The man slowly sat up straight, and after hearing Anna's words, as if he thought of something, he held his head with his right hand before looking back up at Anna and blinked, "Thanks." He said.

Anna saw the man's eyes subconsciously go to the food somewhat uncontrollably, but when he realized it himself, he still struggled to let his eyes move to them.

Now one more thing could be added, this was a man who still had some perseverance. And obviously, educated in some way.

"Why don't you have something to eat first, and we'll talk when you're full." Anna said.

The man listened, a little embarrassed, his face was still a little dirty, but his eyes were very pure.

"Thank you, madam, thank you." He insisted on saying this before he allowed himself to take the towel Anushka handed him first and briefly wipe his hands and face before going to get the food.

This once again proved Anna's suspicions.

About ten minutes later, the man took a final sip of tea and thanked them once more after he was satisfied.

Anna asked, "I was going to remind you to eat slowly."

The man smiled, "You don't need to try anything, ma'am."

Anna froze for a moment.

The man straightened his clothes and introduced himself, "Tom, Tom Schilling, ma'am. A German veteran."

"I have no purpose, I'm just looking around for my fiancée."

On the way back, Annuschka asked, "Ma'am, do you really believe what he said?"

"I don't know. But it wouldn't be too hard to offer him a job." Anna said. She was going to talk to Karenin about it when she got back. In fact, she thought she would like to observe the man if he was not dangerous.

Anna went home, she baked some small cookies, according to Karenin's taste did not put too sweet. She figured that Karenin should be coming back, but instead of her husband, she waited for her secretary Vorobiev.

"Good day, madam."

Vorobiev was in a straight uniform, he was already good-looking, and as a secretary, he paid attention to his line, so the whole person looked very pleasing to the eye.

Because it was at home, Anna wore only a light-colored dress, a dark golden shawl on her arm, and her dark hair gathered to one side and tied up only with a satin of the same color.

Her hair was already curly, and when she did this she looked much more languid than usual.

A look of surprise flashed in Vorobev's eyes, and he controlled it well, it was only a few seconds. But unfortunately, Anna was coming down the escalator. She had always enjoyed watching her husband again, especially when he came home from work and entered the hall to gaze at her with a slightly stylized look.

At that time, Anna always felt like she heard certain voices, like little white butterflies, slowly flapping their wings in the air, pouring out their love.

So, after finding out that the person who came was not Karenin, but Vorobiev, the disappointed look was likewise caught in the latter's eyes.

Vorobev said that Karenin had to entertain an official from the provinces today, and he now needed to come over and get a document.

"Can you take me there?" Vorobiev inquired, smiling a little, "After all, it's not good to be a guest and go in privately."

"Perhaps you can tell me the name of the document, and then you can have a cup of tea here, and I'll go and bring it to you." Anna said.

Vorobiev blinked: "It's not that I don't trust you, ma'am, it's just that this document is really important. And it is always easy to confuse people who are not familiar with these things."

Anna looked at the other man and said slowly: "You are very well thought out, Mr. Vorobev." Then she took the latter to Karenin's study.

On the way up the stairs, Anna replied to Vorobev's few unpleasant small talk, and when she arrived at Karenin's study, the latter did not delay long, and took a document after confirming it directly from the desk.

"Your Excellency will be back late, so I suggest you take an early rest."

After Vorobiev excused himself, Anna went back to her bedroom. She didn't take that little look to heart; it merely proved that she was right to feel dislike for Vorobiev, but she wasn't going to tell Karenin about it. At least, not at the moment.

Vorobiev hadn't done anything about it, which meant he wasn't a fool.

The night grew deeper and deeper, and the sparkling sound of carriages was almost all that could be heard in the quiet streets.

When Karenin returned to the manor with a weary body, the butler told him that Anna had fallen asleep while waiting for him in the sitting room.

Hearing this, Karenin's steps quickened as he walked to the sitting room.

The man's steps stopped, and the day's exhaustion seemed to disappear temporarily in this moment in general. After all, the human heart is so small that, having packed this, there is no way to pack anything else.

Karenin saw her wife half leaning back in a soft chair, covered with a blanket. Books were placed on the table.

Karenin frowned, because he knew that this position must be uncomfortable when the other person sleeps.

Seeing this, Annushka explained in a low voice: "Madam said she wanted to wait for you."

Karenin listened and did not blame the servant, but told the other party indifferently to go and rest.

Annushka heard the words of rest for the third time, but this time she obeyed. For she knew that Madame was not alone now. Monsieur would always take care of her.

Not intending to wake Anna up, Karenin stepped forward, bent down and picked the person up from the crook of his leg, then slowly straightened his body; he did not start moving immediately, but stood still for a while until the soft murmuring of the person in his arms quieted down.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, unconsciously, even though he knew Anna had fallen back into a deep sleep.

He held his wife in his arms and walked slowly toward the bedroom.

Kearney, the butler, opened the bedroom door for him and closed it again when he entered.

The bedroom had been properly lit with candlesticks, but the careful housekeeper lit only one, so as not to wake the sleeping man.

Karenin put his wife in the middle of the bed.

He liked to put her in the middle, which was the safest and most comfortable place.

The softness of the bed made his wife move, and Karenin saw the other woman raise her hands unconsciously, touching them east and west.

He thought at first that Anna was looking for something, but then realized that it was just him she was looking for in her sleep.

He stared at his hand being held tightly by his wife, when in fact he could have pulled it away.

Imagine what he was like now!

A body of fatigue, even the hair seems to be still between the smell of alcohol and tobacco, and his uniform, because of these movements and become a crumpled mess, is the past he absolutely can not allow the indecent look.

But now he did not bother with this.

Karenin just looked at his wife with some fascination. Just watching, he has always been proud of the restraint slowly relaxed.

For in the quiet candlelight, his wife's face was so small, her cheeks still flushed with pink, and when she held his hand, a little uneasiness between her brows was smoothed out.

The person lying on the big bed was so small, everything about her seemed so fragile and precious. Karenin felt as if he had picked up some soft little thing, how could someone like him have something so soft ah, he almost felt a little overwhelmed because he didn't know how he was going to take care of the other person.

Wouldn't it be boring for her to be too careful. How would she be protected from the things of the world if not by deliberate caution?

The effects of alcohol are finally starting to show their effects, making the Peterborough high official's mind a little slower now. In the end, he didn't know what was the best way to go.

This would have annoyed him, but he decided to let the issue stay aside for now. He would always get along, but until then, he had to guard his gold coins firmly, like a dragon.

With this in mind, Karenin used his free right hand to stroke his wife's hair, then he bent down and left a faint kiss on the other woman's rose-colored lips, with a touch of vodka.

Finally, he decided to just lie next to her.

It belongs to him, of course, it must belong to him. Because he would never allow sharing the bed with anyone else.

With this thought, all those previous patience, and the frown due to patience, were dispersed when he gathered his wife in his arms.

The author has something to say: a small theater

Bambi sister: brother, I can not sleep QAQ

Bambi brother: you are five years old, not three, if you can't sleep you should go count sheep instead of pouting with me. Girls should be self-sufficient and self-improvement. == sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

Bambi sister: well, QVQ

Half an hour later, still can't sleep and plan to sneak to the little Bambi room

Bambi's brother: This sheep was counted.

Little Bambi: [some sleepy but still hugging his brother] 56 sheep, 57 sheep, 58 ......

Bambi's sister: ∑(O_O;)

Bambi sister: girls to be strong boys can not be strong! QVQ brother is a big liar!