A Noble Marriage

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"Soon you will be abandoned."

The dark-haired Frascha said contemptuously, stroking her toy bone, a beagle's leg bone, in her hand. Anyone who saw such a pretty little girl playing with such a horrible thing would have been a little frightened at first, but Abram was used to it.

He looked up from the blocks, glanced at each other.

The little five-year-old was so enraged by the glance that she raised her right hand high above the bone, but not to hit, just to wave it around, her emerald eyes glaring.

"Do you think I'm lying? Don't forget that's what Flashy did to me!"

"Everyone says she's a good sister, but I'm the only one who knows how much she dislikes me!"

"That's normal." The three-year-old boy said lightly, his voice childish, but no one dared to tease him as if he were one of those children who just wanted candy.

"The general public will not like your strange. You'd better go play with those dolls."

At the boy's words, instead of being angry and sad, Frascha clasped her arms mockingly and said proudly, "Why should I cater to those fools?" She looked as proud as if she was the king of the world.

"Then don't blame Flashy." The boy said, right hand smoothly the last few blocks slowly stacked up, almost to his eye level.

Frasier resisted the foolishness in her heart, she had already experienced the temper of the other side before. If her bad temper is on the surface, Abram, who is two years younger than her, has an intimidating temper in his bones.

But she couldn't see the boy like this.

"She didn't used to be like this." Frascha whispered in a different tone, as mournful as if her large emerald eyes could immediately float into a pathetic haze. Most people would have been lulled by this little liar, and then agreed to her demands. But Abram was completely unimpressed, after all, they had known each other for half a year, and in the young boy's fledgling life, it had been half a lifetime.

"You weren't like this before." Abram didn't even give the other man a look this time, like a young parent who lets his child have a tantrum.

"I've always been like this." Vlassia said with a puff of anger.

"They thought you were an angel."

"And then you got scared and cried." Vlassia smiled wryly.

"That's not being scared and crying." Abram stopped moving his hands, his white face had an unconcealable blush, he tried his best to explain slowly, word by word: "I was only two and a half years old, and I had terrible dreams, and I woke up from my nap to find you sleeping next to me and drooling on my hand, and it was disgusting, and my body just reacted naturally, like screaming when it hurts, it was body is fending off danger to distract from the discomfort."

"I didn't want to either, okay?" Frascha rolled her eyes, "I have to catch a criminal the night before the dinner starts, and that's important!" She emphasized.

"Apparently a cat is a bit small for a criminal, so maybe you'll have to work out a suitable cell for it." Abram taunted in a rare moment. He was usually pretty steady, but after all, he was only three years old, and he could get aggressive if something was said that got him a little excited, and, as they said about him, he was very smart.

"Anyway, you have to trust me." Frascha was more stubborn and still wasn't going to drop the line. She slipped away after that, thinking she had hidden it well and made a secret passage for herself, but Abram didn't tell her that in fact they all knew about that secret passage.

Abram watched Vlassia's departing figure, making sure she wasn't stupid enough to hook her skirt again, before withdrawing his gaze.

His tower was now down to its last piece, but instead of finishing it right away, Abram waited. He pretended to be thinking, and then after a while, when there was a knock on his bedroom door, he got a real pleasant feeling.

"My grammar lesson is over."

A soft voice rang out, and with it came in a boy about eight or nine years old, who was already considered a tall man compared to his peers. Although thin, he looked very healthy.

"It's going to be finished isn't it?" There was excitement in the boy's voice as he walked over quickly, almost like a deer bouncing lightly a few times, then he sat in front of Abram with his legs crossed and an almost awe-inspiring look in his large eyes.

This was not the first time he had seen his brother build such a tall tower, but no matter how many times he experienced it, he could always naturally give the other such praise. Although, for a young boy like Abram, this praise is not really that important. He didn't need the affirmation of others to know how smart he was; on the contrary, he would always defend his intelligence if someone tried to call him stupid.

"Yes." Abram nodded in answer to his older brother's question.

"Aren't you going to put the last piece on?" Seryozha asked, pointing to the block in Abram's hand.

"Don't you want to try?" Abram asked. He saw his older brother smile, the dimples deep on either side.

"But you built this, didn't you? You should be the one to do the last piece." Seryozha stroked his brother's hair, the same color as his, but different in that Abram's hair was very smooth, without any little curls.

If Seryozha once wanted a brother or sister with small curly hair, then, when he had Abram, he felt that the hair without small curls is also so beautiful.

Abram knew what his brother meant, and was not surprised that Seryozha would say so. Although some people think they look especially alike, Abram knows that they are completely different.

Seryozha was such a sweet and loving little boy, he was gentle and loved to smile and share. He liked to give more than to take anything from others. Abram knew that no one would dislike Seryozha, it was like a law, and he knew that a large percentage of people would dislike himself, it was also a law, but he simply didn't care.

"But I want you to do it." Amram said, because he knew that Seryozha never refused his requests.

Sure enough, Seryozha blinked, and then he decided, and smiled and raised his hand, looking like he was going to take that last block from Abram's hand.

But he didn't do that; he just pulled the block out of Abram's hand a little, then held the other end and said, "We can do it together."

Then he led Abram and together they carefully stacked the last block on top of each other. Throughout the process, Abram could clearly see Seryozha's serious and careful look, and he even held his breath until three seconds after releasing his heart, a pair of eyes a little shiny look at Abram.

"Look, this is what we did together, great job, isn't it?"

"Hmm." Abram smiled a little too.

He knew that Seryozha probably thought he was happy because he had finished this, but in reality, not really.

Abram also knew that Seryozha was so careful just now, not because he was afraid of failing, but because, he was afraid of letting what Abram had built fail.

See, this is Seryozha, Abram's older brother, so, he is so good, how can he be just an ordinary sister like Vlasia's sister. Abram was convinced of this, until at that one dinner party.

It was not a usual dinner party, it was Seryozha's ninth birthday.

Abram thought at first that it wouldn't be very different from last year, but apparently from what he had seen during the day it was much grander.

"Do you know why? Because he's nine years old." Frascha said, as if she knew a lot.

"We're still little kids to those of your father's peers, but Seryozha is old enough to listen to their conversations. Just like my mother would talk to Frasi about things, but she would never tell me." She said, tugging at the ribbon of her bow in her hand.

Frascha's words during the day were echoing in Abram's mind now.

He didn't care how the dinner was set up or how many celebrities would be coming over tonight, but he did notice that while he was forced to stay by his mother's side and drink his juice, Seryozha was on his father's side.

He looked so small, compared to the adults, Seryozha wasn't even close to his father's shoulder height. But he wore a white suit and a silver-gray bow tie, so decent. When some adults taller than him asked him, Seryozha tilted his head to answer each other without looking ridiculous at all.

Abram was suddenly a little alarmed, but he applied without showing it, only originally from one hand to carry the cup, now into two hands to hold it.

Anna was an attentive mother who knew her child well enough to know what this little gesture meant.

"What's wrong? Baby."

Her second little baby calmed at the sound of her voice and shook her head back to indicate that it was okay.

Anna watched the boy slowly sip his juice and guessed if he was getting bored, but then again, Abram had never been a fan of crowds.

"Go get me something to drink, will you?" Anna asked her youngest son with a smile.

Abram knew it was a hint that he could leave for a while instead of being forced to listen to these topics that didn't interest him. But he didn't want to leave now, so he walked over and got his mother a glass of cherry juice, then continued to sit.

Anna took the cherry juice and wondered a little, but she smiled a little when she saw the way Abram looked at Seryozha from time to time.

She whispered reassuringly in her young son's ear, "When you're a little older, you can be with Daddy, too."

What the mother thought was wrong, but instead of retorting, Abram nodded.

"Now do you believe me when I say that?"

Frascha rubbed up against her, having promised her mother today that she would be at peace. She also wore one of those dresses with lots of ribbons and lace, her hair done up in a little ladylike way, and new leather shoes, the kind that weren't comfortable to wear, but were pretty.

She had been smiling sweetly before and putting up with all those touches, and she was behaving in a way that made her mother feel happy, so Frascha knew she wasn't doing much by rubbing up against her at this point.

"He's going to grow up, you see, those kids, he's going to have to spend a good long time dealing with them later whether he wants to or not." Vlassia gestured with her eyes to Abram to look at the children of the noble families.

"It will be very quick, quicker than mushrooms after a rain." She giggled, causing the adults to glance their way and both assume that the two children were playing very well.

Frascha laughed for a moment, then looked a little forlornly to another place. There were young boys and girls dressed in green and bright colors.

"I used to think I was her world." Vlassia whispered, instead of crying when she was really sad.

Abram could understand her. Children like them, who always seemed a bit silly at their age, needed to be with older children, but that was very difficult because the older children were mostly still bullying the younger ones for fun, and the younger ones were like only their bodies had grown and their brains hadn't kept up, so there were so few options left for them.

Frascha used to think her sister Frasi was one of those rare people, but she's grown up now and she can't always be there for this little sister, so Frascha has felt abandoned these past three months.

Children are so arrogant and naive, they are bold, and you should not be surprised if any small child tells the adults that the world should be his. As far as they are concerned, being cared for and treated well would have been a matter of course.

Although Abram acknowledged that Vlasia was a smart little girl, sometimes even smarter than him, at this point, he knew that Vlasia was more of a child than he was.

He understood a long time ago that even if Seryozha was his older brother, he had no rightful obligation to love him, but Seryozha would grow up and have a circle of his own, and in this, Abram, like Vlassia three months ago, was struck by the fact that he was a little overwhelmed.

Compared to Vlasia's resentment, Abram's performance seemed extremely calm.

He didn't say anything to anyone and didn't show it. He was just torn up inside, and this torn up made him a bit overwhelmed, so two weeks later, Abram got sick.

The doctor said he had caught a wind chill, which was not serious, but he still needed to rest.

"Then he can't go to the theater tonight." Mother said to the doctor.

The doctor agreed: "Of course he can't go, ma'am, and I suggest it's best to keep him in bed."

Abram heard everything and in his mind he wanted to retort, to say he could go, but in the end he said nothing.

"You need to rest, baby." The mother said lovingly.

"Okay, mom." Abram's voice was a little hoarse as he promised his mother and took his medicine and fell asleep.

When he woke up in a daze, he heard the voices of Seryozha and his mother.

"I think it's best not to."

Seryozha's voice was a little worried, and Abram could almost think of the other man saying it with his blue eyes obscured a little by the curve of his drooping eyelashes.

"He's sick, so he can't go. But you're enjoying the play aren't you? You've been looking forward to it for a long time." Mother's gentle voice rang out.

"But we had planned to go together, and he's sick."

"We'll take care of him."

Just after Abram thought Seryozha was convinced, he heard the other man sigh and then say softly, "But he needs me now!"

Abram didn't listen any further, not that he didn't want to hear it himself, but after Seryozha said that, that was all that came to his mind.

After a while, he heard the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

"Ah, you're awake."

Abram smiled at Seryozha after seeing him flinch for a moment.

The boy came over, he was all dressed up in his tux, a little black and white suit, and had hairspray on, looking all ready to go, as if he was in the theater the next moment, listening to those wonderful high notes, but he wasn't.

Abram saw Seryozha come up to him and bend down to leave a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you feeling better?"

Instead of answering the question, Abram said, "You've been expecting this for a long time."

Aware of his brother's question, Seryozha simply blinked and gave a smile.

"That's okay, we can go see it together when you're better. We had a deal, didn't we?"

Abram didn't really like the play that much, but Seryozha did. He knew that Seryozha misunderstood, but he still didn't say anything, just said softly, "I'll get better soon, and then we'll be together."

When he gets better, he will accompany Seryozha to see it.

"Good." Seryozha rubbed his hair, his smile still intact.

The incident may have been a minor hiccup for Seryozha, but for Abram, Seryozha's smile solved all the problems.