A Noble Marriage

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They did not attend many parties together. On the one hand, because Karenin was not keen on socializing, on the other hand, Anna was not keen on it before. The couple had the same idea about parties - they were profitable.

The husband never saw anything wrong with this idea.

Karenin did not see anything wrong if his wife was an enthusiastic party-goer, and as long as he could maintain decency and moderation, he would not interfere with his wife's ideas, and could even give all his support. It's just that after he really had a wife, the right three views, despite the different temperament, but thoughtful enough wife, always let Karenin feel that God has indeed given him enough luck.

"I didn't notice this before." Anna said, sitting in a soft chair, her right hand propped up, looking at her husband with her cheek.

"You did." Karenin said faintly, putting a last dab of hair wax in his hair. Then turned his head and continued to remind when that happened.

Anna laughed, "Well, just didn't pay attention to the process."

"It's quite popular these days to let a strand of hair hang down, don't be so rigid." Anna chuckled, trying to see how Karenin would respond.

"Not every fad suits me," Karenin said, putting the box of hair wax back on the table, his blue eyes looking at Anna as if he knew what his wife wanted to hear, "I'm a conservative."

Anna dropped her hand as if she were amused, her eyes glancing at her husband, showing a proud look.

Karenin looked at his wife, who was laughing, and then looked down at the small brush and said, "Anna, come and help me." Just as he finished speaking, he saw the bright light in his wife's eyes.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

Being that his wife looked a little eager, the corners of Karenin's lips lifted up into a smile, gesturing with his hand that the former could help in some way.

"I can definitely do a good job." Anna said as she held up the small fine brush, gently brushing some of the fine hairs off her clothes, she did it so meticulously, as if she was taking a job with care, and that, too, was part of what Karenin loved about Anna.

"Do you like them?" Anna asked, her voice filled with a sense of anticipation.

Karenin looked into his wife's eyes, then nodded his head and gave an affirmative answer.

"I like them."

Anna took Karenin's arm, and the latter's gaze was at first a little questioning, but finally returned to calm.

These little details had been slowly made familiar with time. The officer's apparently courteous concessions had turned his wife more and more arrogant, but so what, a man like Karenin, if he is not happy, then no one can do anything to him.

Anna looked at them in the mirror, took her eyes off the clothes and just focused on Karenin the man, then half leaned on the other and smiled.

"Look, we're together." She said a little giggly.

"Of course we're together." Karenin pointed out rationally.

"Yes." Anna agreed, without much explanation, except that the smile became deeper. Sometimes a woman's romantic mind men do not understand, but there is no need to interfere with the good mood of the moment for that.

The shimmering sound of the carriage was no longer unfamiliar, and the journey to the ball was never lonely. Although at the moment the sound of conversation is so little, because Karenin told her before leaving, he must think about some official business in the carriage.

Kalenin did not bring up this matter with the usual compulsion of men, nor was he apologetic enough to mumble. Like some ordinary couples, even gentlemen in high positions in Russia, officials tell their wives in a consultative tone.

And like Karenin's attitude, he seems to have known that his wife would not give him a hard time.

Therefore, Karenin was absorbed in the thoughts of official documents, and Anna herself took an idle book.

They were silent and did not disturb each other. But the wife will always look at her husband from time to time, while the husband will occasionally unconsciously reach out his hand and gently touch his wife to confirm her presence, and the wife, too, will smile at this unconscious action of his, and then gently touch back.

It was like a conversation and a reply.

"Are you still with me?"

"Yes, of course, I'm always there for you."

This little habit of habit is silent, and even the person concerned will not notice it if he does not think carefully, and this, in turn, becomes a treasure within his wife.

Arriving at Duke Yusupov's residence and disembarking from the carriage, Anna entered on Karenin's arm.

The concierge took them to the banquet hall.

On the magnificent Persian carpet, laughter, interlaced glasses, candlelight played brightly, the faces of young women were charming, and the eyes of the men seemed to carry the unique elegance of the upper class.

Anna's cousin's wife, Patsy, was also invited, and the woman in a rosy dress was so conspicuous with her flirtatious physique, smiling delicately in the crowd. And this conspicuous lady also spotted Anna in the first place, as if, she had been watching her.

"There you are at last, dear Anna."

Patsy came over and gave Anna a kiss on the cheek.

She looked at Anna with a fascinated look and in a tone of awe, "How pretty, I have never seen such a dress."

Mrs. Patsy's words drew the eyes that had been wrapped around Anna's body again and gave them a bright excuse.

"And your husband. My dear Karenin, how handsome you are dressed!" Patsy flicked her eyes in Karenin's direction.

"You are also today, beautiful as ever." Karenin bent slightly, and his lips touched the knuckles of Patsy's hand with a quick flick.

His kissing hand salute was so standard that no one could pick out a mistake, yet it was also considered by some to be too cold.

"You really haven't changed at all." Patsy said with a deep smile, then subtly started another conversation, "Are you still busy with that law these days?"

The corners of Karenin's mouth curled slightly, naturally he knew that Patsy did not really like him and was not at all interested in the cause he was engaged in, but he knew that going along with Patsy's words would complete the evening's socializing.

Anna was accompanied by Karenin, her eyes occasionally checking around.

She saw one of the women who had been beside Patsy quietly leave, and the latter raised her eyes for a moment.

Those eyes with a touch of femininity made Anna recall in her mind the identity of the other woman - Vronsky's sister.

Not long after Vronsky's sister left quietly, a young man with a greasy face also left. The man's eyes met Anna's as he left, and a pair of azure eyes lingered on Anna for a few seconds before blinking at her.

Anna averted her eyes as easily as she could, then snapped her head around to look at her husband.

She sighed with relief at the sight of Karenin's somewhat cold, hard jawline, his high nose, and slightly drooping upper eyelids, and moved closer to him.

It didn't take long for the men to get happier and happier, and the women decided to split into two circles: one for the men and one for the women.

Anna was a bit bored staying in the women's circle.

There was nothing new in the party organized by the Duchess of Yusupov, and if there was anything special, it was the fact that Lennart, who should have been still being cared for, had been gently pushed out of the party, as her mother had said, and it was time for him to face these things.

The slender boy had a touch of cowardice, but did not flinch, reminding Anna of Alexei, who was still in military school.

Compared to Lennart, Alexei had certainly suffered more injustice. The boy also has the beautiful features of an ordinary teenager, with light pupils, a clear mind, and a rare stubbornness in his bones.

Anna missed each other a little. So when Lennart greeted her, she gave the boy a gentle smile and asked him what he had done today.

"Reading, madam." Lennart was obviously a little surprised, but managed to control his emotions quickly and then answered, then added, "It's from the Bible."

Hearing Lennart's answer, Anna couldn't help but look at the boy again and then smile.

"My husband likes this chapter, too."

"Your husband?" Lennart paused for a moment, his eyes looking little defensively at the taller man in the group of men.

Anna saw a little confusion in the boy's eyes as he withdrew his gaze, perhaps not believing that a man like Karenin would like the Bible, but he smiled slightly innocently anyway.

"I think your husband is a good man."

Anna sighed a little at Lennart's maturity and was a little touched by his comment, so she couldn't help but look over at her husband and see his tall, thin figure with his glass of wine, his mouth sometimes pursed up, sometimes with a small, polite smile.

Anna felt good.

In this world Karenin already had the respect given to him by so many people of the same sex, and the affection given to him by women like her, and then today, there was that one child that, although it could not be confirmed, Anna believed was a true compliment. A child also gave Kalenin comments.

These good comments made Anna feel a sense of pride in being a wife.

The more deeply she loved Karenin, the more she wished he could be loved more and recognized by people. Even though he might not need it, Anna would always be happy for him if it turned out to be true.

As if sensing Anna's gaze, Karenin slightly side-stepped his body and his eyes looked over.

As the eyes met, the Duchess's voice also happened to ring out. She announced that the ball was about to begin and that the first dance, which she intended to reserve for Anna and the others, was a token of appreciation.

Anna felt that she had never received so much attention at once, except on her wedding day.

As she looked back, a hand was in her line of sight.

The hand was familiar, so familiar that even without touching it, Anna knew it was warm and generous.

There were thin calluses on the fingers, not like those of a working person or a soldier. It didn't sweat easily, wasn't fatty or so dry and thin that it was painful, but just right.

"Anna?" Karenin whispered, reminding her.

Anna smiled and handed her hand over, just like the day she got married, she just never doubted her trust in it, and it turned out she was right.

Karenin led Anna onto the dance floor.

He's not the kind of man who has orgasmic dancing skills, yet he can't go wrong either.

Anna is not Karenin's first dance partner, and probably by heart, his wife is not the best dancer, but only the person in front of him is the object that makes Karenin really feel the pleasure that the dance brings.

This dance will not be too entangled, very polite, take just the right amount. From an outsider's point of view, it only seems that this is a couple that respects each other, the gap between their ages makes them no affectionate emotions, and the watchers appreciate and watch with a thoughtful or secretly mocking mood, but only the people on the dance floor know.

"You don't seem to be getting very good at dancing either, Alexei." Anna said quietly.

"I think it should be enough to match you, Anna." Karenin said faintly.

Anna looked up, her mood soft.

"He really does have stars in his eyes." Anna thought with a smile.

That night, at the end of the ball, on the way back, Anna decided to implement her plan.

This plan was actually to return Karenin's previous concern.

Karenin wasn't the only one who was concerned about the ball, Anna naturally was too. However, this concern, she did not intend to let everyone know.

Getting off the carriage, Anna quietly prepared everything while they were back in the house and Karenin went to the study to look for a document.

When Karenin returned to the bedroom, his wife, who had her hands behind her back, was looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Karenin asked, still wearing the gown, which looked more flamboyant than usual, but the meticulous buttons and hemline looked so strict that the man had not changed.

In front of outsiders, Karenin's questions are always asked with his head slightly held high and his right hand slightly clenched, as if he was preparing to straighten his hem to maintain decency.

In front of Anna, this reserved and haughty attitude became like a soft lamb.

When he asked a question, he would unconsciously walk towards his wife, his eyes would look at her levelly, and his blue eyes, hidden by his eyelashes, would look extraordinarily focused.

Anna could never resist this.

The look of concentration, and the low voice that came with it, everything seemed fascinating.

If there was anyone in the world who would catch Karenin off guard most of the time, and who could not be coldly attributed to some list that required a demarcation of distance, it was his wife.

So, as the kiss fluttered like a butterfly, in the candlelight, to the corner of his lips, all Karenin could do was to return it gently, after familiarity.

The husband carried the spirit of a gentleman into every corner of his life. The restrained kisses were regrettable, but the concentrated looks and the occasional glimpses that remained on her body, the loving tenderness in her eyes were enough to make up for it all.

Anna took a step back, and her gray eyes became shining as if they were hiding stars in them.

The dark red satin shawl she had been wearing on her shoulders now slipped off, revealing two thin suspenders that wrapped around her collarbone and rested silently on her warm skin. As if the softness of the fabric itself is dyed with the moist feeling of the skin.

Karenin's eyes couldn't help but move, he almost wanted to raise his hand to delicately caress the side of his wife's shoulder, but the etiquette he observed stopped him.

Karenin raised his eyes slightly, looked at his wife's smile, and guessed, "What do you want to show me?"

Hearing Karenin's words, Anna's smile became even bigger. She almost wanted to give the other woman another kiss.

"How amazing is this!" She thought. A few months ago this gentleman would never have been able to grasp the meaning of all this amorality. Instead of wasting time guessing, he should have figured it out himself through his brilliant brain, or, alternatively, told her that he didn't understand the point of such a time-wasting gesture.

"Yes. But not to give you anything, my dear Alexei." Anna smiled as she straightened her shawl with one hand and took Karenin's hand with the other, saying as she walked, "Let's go out on the balcony."

The balcony was originally very modest.

It had a nice view, but for twenty long years no one would appreciate them. And since the mistress of the place came, the balcony seemed to be decorated with care as if it were a noble guest.

The lush plants have matured, climbing hard around the walls, finding the most suitable place for themselves on top of the white railing, and quietly circling around. Some of the hard-working vines had proudly blossomed, not as ardently as the roses, but quite beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Anna had round tables and chairs placed here, and two white camellias were placed inside the thin-necked vase, draping their necks gracefully like swans.

Next to the vase were two bottles of wine and two clear goblets.

Anna walked over to the table and ran the tips of her lily-white fingers over the two bottles of wine, then cocked her head and asked.

"Red wine, or is it?"

Karenin frowned lightly, then said, "You don't like to drink." He used an affirmative.

"Yeah." Anna continued to smile.

"But I want to drink with you today."

She looked a little flushed, but forced herself to play it cool.

"It's a return gift."

"Return gifts are important." She emphasized, her face looking a little redder by the minute.

Karenin knew what it referred to, and his eyes raked over the flowers, then instead of objecting, he sat down.

"It's better if I choose." Anna announced.

"This is mine and this is yours."

She winked, "It has to be fairly distributed, doesn't it?"

Karenin received the questioning signal from his wife, then nodded slightly. Then that expected smile did appear on his wife's face.

In the glass were two nice liquids of different colors.

One dark, one light.

Anna sat across from Karenin.

Unlike the usual dining table, this small round table is like an umbrella and can accommodate up to two people. One more person would not be able to take care of it.

Now, Anna could easily reach the other person's face just by reaching out her hand.

As she thought, she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.

The taste of the wine was not good to say the least, and for those who did not like the wine, the tannin tasted like it was purely to set off the deliciousness of the food.

But Karenin is different. The latter is not a fan of the glass, but it is clear that Karenin knows how to taste the wine.

In a relaxed state, Karenin's blue eyes will be slightly narrowed, and now and then take a sip, the wine will be with his swallowing action, slowly slide into the throat, at that time, the throat knot will be like some kind of lovely thing, smoothly rolled a few times, and then, the taste of the wine with the temperature of the mouth slid to the more inside place.

Anna put down her glass and folded her hands, her long fingers resting on her small arms like tender roots. Then she asked curiously, "Alexei, when was the first time you drank?"

"Seven years old."

"Was it good?"

"Not a good memory."

Anna laughed, propped her right hand on her cheek and continued to ask, "Why?"

Karenin recalled and said, "That day I went to my father's study as usual, and he had apparently forgotten that I would be looking for him at that hour. When I went in, my father was already drunk, he didn't look in a good mood, and then he poured me a glass of wine."

"Without checking my schoolwork, he gave me a drink and insisted that I drink it all."

"Did you, uh, drink it?" Anna's hand dropped, and the smiling look left.

Karenin's expression was slightly stunned for a moment, then he nodded.

"Yes."

His long lashes tried to hide his expression, but his hand on the table was gently clasped.

"That was a terrible memory, but today's is at least still pleasant, isn't it?"

"Yes." Karenin replied, with a vaguely light-hearted smile.

Because of this little episode, Anna began to tell interesting stories about recent events while sipping her wine. And Karenin, he seemed to change back to the silent man, only, between the eyes, as time passed, the tender look was more profound.

By the time Anna felt she was almost drunk, Karenin was also a little thin drunk.

She saw that the man, who had been upright, was now sitting in a slightly idle posture, and his eyes, no matter how interesting Anna had spoken, always just gazed at her.

This look made Anna's otherwise somewhat limp body suddenly surge with an impulse, she half stood up, the shawl in her hand slipped off, revealing a large moonlight-like skin.

She stumbled over, and just as she was about to fall, a pair of strong arms caught her.

"Caught me." Anna said with a smile, her words still coherent, but her eyes had drifted a bit.

She sat down with Karenin's force, had a little spinning in the sky, and only when she raised her eyes did she find herself sitting on the other woman's lap, in a very ambiguous position.

But at this moment she doesn't blush anymore.

The alcohol made Anna feel light and airy with a very surreal feeling. However, the warmth in her arms made her feel at ease.

"You're drunk." Anna said calmly beforehand, looking at the other man with one eye and putting on a very serious expression.

At the sight of the faint flush on Karenin's cheeks from the alcohol, she smiled again and couldn't help but say, "You know why I'm drinking with you?"

"Why?" The man who had fallen into a thin drunkenness showed a rare warmth, his right hand gently stroking the woman's hair, looking as if he didn't mind the woman's drunkenness.

Anna half-smiled her eyes, and after enjoying this soothing for a moment, she moved closer to the other woman and whispered in Karenin's ear, "To give myself to you."

After noticing that the hair stroking had stopped, Anna moved her body and tilted her head slightly.

She looked as if she wasn't drunk at all at this moment, as if, expecting some kind of answer.

Two people's faces were unusually close to each other, and between breaths, it was as if something woven with love was densely entwined in the line of sight.

Lips gradually to meet together, Anna saw Karenin's eyes, turning a deeper blue. She knew what it meant.

Those slightly thin lips gradually turned into something that was impossible to take your eyes off before Anna's eyes, so before reason could stop it, Anna had blinked, moved up, and gently ran her tongue over the lower lip, which had light lip lines, and licked it.

Then, as she tried to move away, Karenin's hand had stopped her.

Then the lips pressed down.

Anna's hand was pressed against the tabletop and unconsciously touched over the glass, the clear liquid haloed on the light tablecloth, then splashed down on the floor in the shape of irregular drops with the draping of the table corners.

The fragrance of mellow wine spreads through the air as the night grows darker and the stars and moon seem to be whispering something.

Anna heard Karenin say something, but she had some trouble discerning it, except that it must have been the words she wanted to hear.

"I love you, Alexei."

"Yes, I love you too, Anna."