A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Noble Marriage [Anna]!    The child's matter had made Anna's heart a little hesitant, she was after all a woman, there was always a touch more sensitivity inside than the male ruggedness and carelessness, but Karenin's consolation put them away, replaced by a heavy sense of satisfaction and comfort, the hot season, like a summer melon, let people feel happy.

The ladies of Petersburg high society couldn't wait for the commotion to start in May, not to mention the grand ball that was about to kick off.

Powder, lace ribbons, accessories of all kinds, in the hot summer breeze also gradually flew from the windows to the catalogs of ladies' collections.

Karenin could not say that he was not aware of these phenomena, but once upon a time they were more substantial references for him, a class of consumption habits, rather than being categorized as a woman alone.

But, after all, the government official had found himself a secretary who was not so fond of rules, who liked silence, and so this morning, at the end of the day, the smartly dressed and well-dressed secretary asked, "Tomorrow is the ball, have you sent anything to your wife?"

The words "ball" and "gift" went through Karenin's busy mind for a moment, and then slowly condensed into a question mark.

What a clever man Slyutin was, as a secretary, except for his sometimes bad temper and stubbornness, he had all the keen powers of observation a secretary needs, and in a way a secretary like Slyutin could just make up for the little imperfection in the officer.

"Generally speaking as newlyweds, especially for such a major ball, the ladies dress up for their husbands and fight for their husbands to have some say in such social occasions, I think it's not right for a husband to just bury his head in the paperwork and leave it all to his wife's consideration." Sliutin said with a smile.

The only person who dared to talk to Karenin so freely in this office, or in the whole department, was this gentleman.

"Do you need me to prepare for you?" He made a suggestion when he saw his own family's eyes dropping in contemplation last time, but the smile at the corner of his mouth could not be stopped.

"I think it is better for you to prepare it yourself." He couldn't resist saying.

"Hmm."

Karenin did not argue much, although he understood the punch line, but he also deeply understood the consequences of arguing with Slyutin. A large part of it was just a pointless waste of time, and he had to set aside more time to think about what gift would be more suitable for his wife.

"I have been to a store where there is a man who looks very much like your wife." Slyutin said casually, and gave the name of the place.

Karenin listened and wrinkled his brow a little, he knew there.

"Perhaps you could go and have a look, they have very good jewelry there." Still, Slyutin offered suggestions for his superior to choose from.

Flowers, long dresses, perfumed powder ......

Karenin pondered in the carriage, and finally he came to the store he had visited before - the one selling jewelry.

He had been here to buy the "Ocean Flower" for Anna, but he had no memory of the woman who looked so much like Anna.

He got out of the carriage and sent Peter back first.

For convenience, Karenin changed out of his civilian uniform in the office dressing room, and now he was dressed like one of those ordinary middle-class people, in a decent, well-cut, god-colored suit, with no civilized cane. On the whole, Karenin was a man who admired simplicity and valued comfort more than anything else. The view of clothes was less about fancy and more about the comfort of the fabric and the overall presentation of a stable and decent effect.

In times of peace, most aristocrats, both men and women, put more of their hobbies and energy into pleasure, and Karenin, although not an ascetic, still followed a certain restraint and frugality in his life.

Therefore, this official gentleman is not like the usual rich women who enter here as flocked together, nor like only with one or two accompanying maids arrogant and aloof ladies, he just stopped at the entrance of the jewelry store, and then entered the store with the same pace speed as usual.

The store is not very crowded, decorated in a somewhat conventional manner, but the jewelry sold is some clever ideas.

A crisp voice caused Karenin's eyes to look over.

"Do you need to buy something?"

The girl was tall, with a pair of thin eyebrows, very light pupils, and a smile that was inexplicably infectious, a youthful sweetness. At first glance, she resembled Anna in five ways.

"Sir?" The young girl asked tentatively, because Karenin's face always looks a little cold when he doesn't speak and look seriously, the pair of pupils that should have been bright blue are also inexplicably a little intimidating. Even those very experienced politicians look at it also more than likely some cowering, let alone a girl from an ordinary family.

And it was precisely this subconscious reaction that made Karenin sober up a bit.

He spoke casually, his voice low, his tone unperturbed, as if his temper was still mild and could be classified as get along, but in fact it was a sign that he did not intend to delay too much.

The faint contrast caused the girl to look at Karenin's back for a moment longer as he left, but the arrival of the next wave of guests soon drew all her attention.

It was getting dark.

Anna looked up from the table to check the time, then rubbed her somewhat sore arms.

She got up and asked Annushka Kakarennin if he had returned.

"Not yet, madam." Annushka replied.

"Do we need to send someone to the ministry to inquire about it?"

"No. It's a bit of a fuss to bother him with such a trivial matter, and he said he would be late today." Anna said with a smile.

She was used to such days now.

In the past, whether men or women, in the fast-moving society are accustomed to live in a hurry, the so-called waiting is rarely happens. Even if there are occasionally such days, there are more things to fill that mood.

And here, without all the electronic devices, it seems boring, but Anna can always find something to make herself happy.

In the morning she continues to finish her grammar class, and in the afternoon she visits the store or asks Tom to look after it, then she draws in her room, and then she goes to the kitchen to look around.

Sasha, the cook, had long been accustomed to her mistress, and other ladies did not like to come to this place.

"It smells like raspberry pie." Anna sniffed the air and smiled like one of those juicy berries, the sweet bright color was a delight to look at.

"Yes, ma'am, very fresh, and I made quite a bit of jam." Sasha showed Anna the jam she had boiled, and the latter resisted the urge to try it.

"You can taste it." The cook said with a smile.

Anna felt a little embarrassed, but tasted a little and gave Sasha high praise.

"That's for sure, it's a craft passed down from my mother's mother." Sasha said with some pride, "In the past, sir didn't like sweets much, so I didn't have much room to use this craft, but now you love it and I am happy."

"I'm a lucky man, it seems!" Anna chatted with Sasha for a while longer before leaving.

She looked around the hall, where the housekeeper was directing some servants to put the previously repainted decorations in place, and went over to learn something about painting from Kearney, who was happy to talk to her about it.

None of the servants thought this was strange. Their mistress was always very kind, and the furnishings of the house had hardly changed, but everyone had become happier and more relaxed.

No one bothered to seriously investigate why, but everyone was more than happy to see their hostess.

Having disturbed all those who could be disturbed, and having said all that could be said, Anna stopped to gaze at the place of the window sill.

Her right hand on her cheek, the corners of her lips raised a smile, clearly into some kind of memory, and the memory of the person just not too early, not too late, into her line of sight, just as long ago, Anna saw the other for the second time.

The same well-dressed, the same gait, even the way he lifted his hand seemed unchanged.

The not-so-long courtyard, with its green grass, was not as luminous as a bit of his dark blond hair.

"Look at me, look at me ......" Anna said cheerfully in her heart, she didn't expect it to really work, even, after saying so excitedly, she was going to just pull up her skirt and go down, but maybe there really are gods or gods in this world .

When those blue eyes looked at her, it was as if a million rays of light had broken through the clouds, like a destined encounter in a story, if the princess's beloved looked at him, then, whether he was a prince or a knight, he would get a sweet kiss.

Anna held her skirt not very decent running, as if there was a wind chasing her hair, when she walked down the rotary escalator like, Karenin also happened to come in.

That familiar brow, with the customary crease between both eyebrows, before the lips that always spit out reason opened, Anna had run over, padded up and kissed the other woman softly at the corner of her mouth.

"I love you, Alexei." She whispered, the look of joy on her face completely unconcealed.

A somewhat stunned Mr. Officer almost forgot to look around to see if anyone was watching, but fortunately they had an able steward.

Anna smiled and let go of the other side, a thin layer of sweat permeating her forehead, her cheeks moving as if softened with the hues of roses and sunlight. She didn't say a word, just held out her hand, like a child asking for a gift.

To give or not to give?

The couple's affection, if done by other husbands, more or less accompanied by a burst of teasing, but the stereotypical official just acted naturally handed his wife the bouquet, always little expression, known for the natural complexion of the cheeks, but also inevitably some slight flush. However, between the words, the official retains his decency and style.

"Slyutin said," Karenin paused, unlike those husbands who like to talk fancy and say they do as much as two hands if they do a nail for their wives, the man who seemed unusually clumsy in some things chose to be honest and tell each other the truth, " When a wife goes to a dance, a husband always has to be supportive."

"Why did you send me marigolds?" Anna didn't mind, still smiling as she asked, even looking down and sniffing the flower.

Even Karenin brought a little smile at the mention of the flower.

"I must say, Anna, the flowers are not the best in the store, not showy enough, but they always strictly adhere to their flowering period, in fact, I think, that's what I prefer."

"So, you gave me the flowers you liked, did you?" Anna finished for Karenin.

The man nodded, with a light smile at the corner of his lips, "Yes."

Anna took a deep breath, hugged those flowers tightly again, and then arched her eyes.

"I like it a lot."

"I like it when you share what you like with me."

With one free hand, Anna took Karenin's arm and said as she walked, "I want to put them in your study."

"What do you think of that clay pot that looks a little rustic?"

"That was made by a very famous master, it's ......"

"I know, I said that on purpose."

The young woman cleared her throat, "I like to hear you explain yourself in all seriousness."

The good news is a gentle reply.

"I know, Anna."

Later, when Slyutin asked his superior if he thought the young lady looked like his wife, the high-ranking Petersburg gentleman simply said indifferently, "Not really."

There are so many people in this world, and even the same five senses, but the soul can only be the only one, the memory can only be the only one. Between one eye and one smile, in the passage of time, Karenin's eyes were always only that one woman.

Only her thin eyebrows are so stretched, only her gray eyes are sprinkled with stars, only the corner of her mouth, with Karenin's expected kiss.