A Noble Marriage

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"Yes, a present for mom."

Seryozha put her hands on the table, looking innocent and naive.

Karenin closed his book, thought for a moment, and then said, "I remember that your mother's birthday has not yet arrived."

"But it's not like gifts can only be given on birthdays." Seryozha said, "But my birthday is coming up."

"But it's supposed to be your birthday." Karenin said.

"So I think it's even more important to give a gift to mom." Seryozha smiled softly, "I learned from books that it's not easy to conceive a child, Dad, is that true, right?"

"Yes." Karenin said, his eyes softening as he set the book aside.

Although Karenin didn't say it, somewhere in his heart he was feeling proud of the little boy in front of him.

"So yeah, we have to prepare a gift for mom." Seryozha repeated again, almost wanting to jump up and down, looking like he already had a good plan.

"You can ask your mother what she wants first, when she comes back from Moscow." Karenin suggested seriously, to the young boy's objection.

"But it should be a surprise." Seryozha frowned a little. He looked at his father with some confusion: "We should find out for ourselves what she would like as a present, and give it to her."

"I think you're right." Karenin said after a moment of thought.

Although many people thought that Karenin was stubborn and easily refused to back down, that was only in politics, in life, when it came to his wife and children, the man was actually very easy to convince.

"How about jewelry or books?" Karenin suggested again.

"Oh, Father, as I said, it should be a very special gift, from you and me together. We've never given anything to Mom together." Seryozha said patiently, afraid that the father would not understand the importance of this.

"All right." The father did not laugh out loud, but nodded his head rather solemnly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

The butler Kearney stood by the door, got permission to enter, and asked respectfully, "Sir, young master, do you need a meal now?"

"I'm not terribly hungry at the moment." Seryozha said he had a little problem that if he was engrossed in something, he was apt not to feel hunger.

Fortunately, Karenin is not the kind of parent who spoils his children.

"It's dinner time, you can finish eating and then think about it, Seryozha."

"Okay, Dad." Seryozha compromised, although sometimes he was quite stubborn, but most of the time, Seryozha was a very obedient child.

Seryozha habitually went to take his father's little finger, then said as he walked, "Dad, it's not 'I', it's 'we', we think together." He continued to emphasize, but appeared to remain good-natured.

"Okay. We can think together after we eat." Karenin promised, and not the kind of promise that coaxes children, the kind that is always kept.

Seryozha smiled contentedly.

After the meal, the father did make time.

They were inside Seryozha's bedroom. Compared with ordinary children's bedrooms, Seryozha has a very large bedroom, which even has a small study, bookshelves full of books. In Xie Liao Sha more than a year old can wobble to stand up, the books are increasing year by year, to this moment basically can be comparable to an adult study.

"We can look at this one first." Seryozha took down a book marked with annotations from the sky-blue shelf and spread it out on the desk.

Karenin glanced at it, and there were indeed a very large number of alternative items for gifts marked there.

"That's too much, but I always think it's not good enough." Seryozha pouted and ran his white fingers over it gently as he muttered and read the gift alternative items to Karenin and asked his opinion.

"What do you think of the little train?" He asked.

"I think it's what you'd like."

Seryozha winked then giggled.

"I did it on purpose." He said a little sheepishly, "I also want to know if you understand what I like."

Karenin understood the boy's little thought.

"I thought you would think you were old enough not to need a gift."

Seryozha was a little anxious: "But gifts and age have nothing to do with each other."

"I like presents." He deflated.

"I know." Karenin said.

Seryozha blinked again, and he watched his father carefully for a moment, then decided to trust him.

"Then let's continue? Dad."

"Yes, Seryozha."

This took them about half an hour, and finally both father and son decided that the gifts were a little too common.

"I think your mother might not really mind the gifts themselves, it's the thought that counts, Seryozha." Karenin looked at his somewhat demoralized son and then spoke up, trying to reassure the other man.

"But I want to give her the best." Seryozha sighed, his fingers still squeezing the paper.

"We should give her a wonderful gift, shouldn't we?"

Karenin looked at his son's serious little face, those soothing words could not be said, only a slight nod to tell the other side, he could spare forty minutes to think about it together.

Forty minutes later, it was drizzling outside the window.

Seryozha yawned, it was almost time for his nap.

"You need to go to bed now." Karenin said.

Seryozha said softly, "But I'm not very sleepy yet, Dad." With those words, he lifted his hand and wiped his eyes.

Karenin said, "You're sleepy, go take a nap, Seryozha."

Seryozha looked at his father again, then sighed softly.

After Seryozha fell asleep, Karenin covered the other side with a blue plush blanket, and he himself moved some official documents over and temporarily succumbed to Seryozha's children's desk to work. This way, he can know when Seryozha wakes up.

Usually these things are always done by his wife, Karenin hardly realized what this habit means - how old Seryozha is, how long does the wife almost last.

An adult, in a child's bedroom, doing something alone to pass the long hours, and never complained.

Karenin began to realize the weight of Seryozha's offer.

An hour later, the rain had not stopped, but Seryozha woke up.

He was wearing a white robe, bare two white and thin legs, remembering what Anna had told him, not to step on the floor with bare feet, so he had a pair of furry powder blue slippers tucked under his feet as usual.

He got up from the bed and would have changed his clothes to go to his father, but the latter had already come in.

"Are you in my study? Papa."

Karenin told the other man yes, and brought Seryozha's clothes to him, and when the latter had changed, he told Seryozha that he had to go to grammar class in half an hour.

"Don't be late, Seryozha, it's a very bad habit to be late."

"I understand, Dad." Seryozha, who always kept his father's point in mind, nodded.

"But the gift." He hesitated a little.

"I'm sure we'll have time to think about it again when you finish your French class."

After Karenin said this, the little boy's eyes became bright as a rainbow.

"It's a deal, oh!" He said happily.

The father could only nod his head, not in reproaching him for his lack of spoken questions at the moment.

During Seryozha's French lesson, Karenin processed the urgent official documents faster than usual, and the rest, he thought, could be left for the evening.

He walked to the window.

The sun was so bright, and the air had a faint scent of flowers.

The green leaves of the oak and beech trees were so lush and dense, as if they were all enjoying the sun's comfort.

This vigorous sense of life is like one's wife.

If there is a season like her in all seasons, it must be this moment. The beginning of life and hope are here. The wind and the clouds, everything seemed to come alive.

Karenin thought of something.

It was so unlike him. When Karenin took out those parchments from the drawer, he couldn't help but blush a little, and as Seryozha knocked on the door, Karenin subconsciously tried to put them in, but it was a little too late.

"What have you taken? Dad." Seryozha came over, a little face flushed.

"Some parchment." Karenin said simply.

Seryozha walked up to Karenin, held his hands on the tabletop, and then his eyes lit up.

"We can spend some drawings!"

He looked up at his father to hear his idea.

Karenin corrected in a low voice, "Maybe we could write some words."

"Like a blessing and a compliment or something like that."

"That's a good idea, Dad." Seryozha agreed, but after a moment he frowned again, the look was too much like Karenin.

"Maybe ......" he bit his lower lip gently, hesitating a little.

"If you want to say something just say it, Seryozha."

"Oh, Dad!" Seryozha smiled shyly.

He said softly, "Maybe we can write something else."

"Like," he paused, "love."

"What?"

This time it was Karenin's turn to frown.

Seryozha still had his hands on the table, and he stood on tiptoe, which meant he felt very excited.

"We write about things that make us feel happy! Like keeping a diary, but those things that make us feel happy are brought to us by our mother."

Karenin listened and agreed that it was a good idea, even though, he almost never did it.

Seryozha was quick to act, sitting next to Karenin and pouting, "You can't peek, mom is the first one who can look."

"To be fair, I won't peek at you either."

"You have to promise, Dad."

"I promise, Seryozha."

Seryozha got his father's promise and began to write and draw on the parchment without fear.

An hour later, the parchment was bound and placed inside a beautiful box with a dark green lace ribbon tied around it.

"I can't wait to give it to my mom to read." Seryozha said cheerfully.

Karenin cherished the ribbon, heard his son's words, also agreed.

Later, no matter how long the oak and beech outside the window changed, no matter how many people came and went in this house, the box remained intact.

Karenin and Anna's grandchildren would often come to the study to play.

Each of the Karenin children gave the same gift to their mothers -

The best thing in life you brought to us - for mom".

Seryozha.

1. Mom, I love the little sweet cakes you made. They are very sweet, just like you are in my heart. The little sweet cakes are you, making me feel happy and joyful when I see them.

2、Mom. I like them, but I like it even more when you kiss me, your kiss is more beautiful than the rose.

3、Mom, sometimes I wish I didn't grow up because then I could still be in your arms and be your little boy, but sometimes I wish I grew up fast so I could be your little man.

4. Mom. The mother of the white clouds is the sky, so it is happy; the mother of the waves is the sea, so it is happy; the mother of the grass is the earth, so it is happy; I am so happy that you are my mother, because I am so happy.

5、Mom, sometimes I don't like to sleep because I may have nightmares, but sometimes I like to sleep because there will be your warm embrace inside my dreams.

6、Mom, I heard that the kangaroo mother will put the baby inside her pocket, I am a little curious about what it will feel like, but when you hold me, I think the kangaroo babies must feel the same as me.

7. Mom, sometimes I think I'm not a smart kid. I'm not particularly cute, and I have some bad habits, but you always tell me that you love me, and it's never because I'm smart or pretty. When I was not yet born and could not see the small hands and feet, you looked forward to me.

8、Mom, many people say I am a brave child, like Grandpa Kearney, Uncle Peter, Grandma Sasha ...... but, but I am brave because I believe you are right by my side.

9、Mom, I like to stay by your side. I like listening to you tell me stories and watching you do things, because I like you that much!

10、Mom. There's one thing I've always believed. I believe that in my previous life I must have been a very good and well-behaved child, otherwise how could I have had you? So, dear mom, in this life I will be a good boy too, because only then will the angels remember to let me be your child again next time.

Karenin Episode.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

If the uncertainty of life lies in meeting, then, you and I meet, it must be the happiest meeting ......