A Noble Marriage

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Cote d'Argent is a section of the coast of southwestern France, which is known as the "silver coast", when the sun on the beach, everything is bright and shiny, like the back of the world silver shining. The harbor trade is well developed. The culture of the people is more simple.

The goods may not always be as good as in Petersburg, but there is always something strange and exotic. In Kottdalgante, the value of a thing is often not the thing itself, but the story it is given.

Take, for example, this one in Anna's hand. A small silver hairbrush decorated with red coral. The shape is rustic, blunt-edged, not easy to cut fingers, eight red coral, very full, the silverware is not in mint condition, a little dusty, but not ugly.

The comb was sold by a small man, with a beard and shrewd eyes. He told a sad story about a noble lady and a poor boy who fell in love, and this comb was the token of their love.

"What a poignant story."

Anna and a small group of people gathered next to them, one of the extraordinary dress lady was moved to some tears.

"Let's buy it." Karenin said.

When they had gone, Anna took the wrapped comb in her hand, then looked up and asked Karenin: "You believe that story?"

"There aren't that many stories about noble ladies and poor boys, Anna. The odds of that are basically zero." Karenin said calmly.

"Then why did you buy it?"

"You like it, don't you?" Karenin did not look at Anna, but said this lightly, and the latter only felt sweetness in her heart.

"Oh, yes, even if it was a fake story, I did like the gift."

"The added value of a story exceeds the value of the thing itself. An honest businessman is never better than a slick businessman." Karenin almost sighed.

Anna giggled and said, "You might as well say it's because women always make better money."

"I agree with that." Karenin nodded slightly.

"I'd like to go for a walk on the beach," Anna added, "I like the sea."

"Then let's go." Karenin did not object.

Located between the mouths of the Biarritz and Adur rivers, the water in this place was exceptionally clear.

"I'd like to walk barefoot." Anna said.

Karenin did not agree: "It's not decent, and it's still cold, you'll get sick."

Anna looked to Karenin.

After a moment, the latter sighed: "If you insist, but I still think ......"

Anna didn't wait for Karenin to finish before she took off her shoes and turned pale when her feet stepped on the sheepish foolishness.

"You're right." She grunted and put her shoes back on.

"It's a little cold."

"I think it's nice that you're being more sensible about it." Karenin said, almost with a little smile, and Anna grumbled something at him.

"You can do that when the weather is warmer next time." Finally, Karenin said so, and Anna's mood was good again.

There was no need to treat every moment of the present as if it were the last day, because they had a long future ahead of them.

Karenin noticed that Anna was always looking around with her head down, and he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Seashells." Anna said, then squatted down, fingers snapping at the beach, and in a moment a small conch appeared in Anna's hand.

Karenin also squatted down, Anna took his hand, smiled and put the conch into his hand.

"Although it is a bit plain and not as precious as the coral hair comb you just gave me, now, it has become unique in the world."

The small conch was not long buried in the sand, still wrapped in a layer of the salty smell of the sea breeze, cool, the hardness of the shell scratching through the skin, allowing one to perceive its presence very clearly.

Its color, as his wife said, was somewhat square and unexceptional, but now it was a unique little sea snail.

"I have never received such a gift." Karenin said, in a somewhat tender tone.

He had naturally received many precious gifts, well wrapped and brought to his house with all sorts of purposes that must not be avoided, but never any gift that lay so modestly in his hand, and the person who gave it had no purpose.

Anna thought Karenin's reaction was more like that of an unworldly aristocratic lady who had fallen in love with a poor boy because of a harmonica. She suddenly felt a little amused, even though she understood that Karenin would never be that unworldly aristocratic lady.

"In fact, although I don't think money is the only measure of the value of a gift, if I were richer I would give you something better in return."

"Do I not give enough money for your regular expenses?" Karenin asked, frowning slightly.

"That's not what I mean. I mean, if I can afford to earn money myself." Anna finished observing Karenin's reaction.

"You make money?" Karenin asked, but not immediately going to accuse her of how unorthodox that idea was.

Anna was relieved and smiled a little: "Later maybe I can make money myself."

"I have never heard of any woman of noble birth making money, if you mean selling jewelry and clothing. Although it's not put out in the open, there's no shortage of a few in the circle who do it."

"That doesn't count as making money. You have always given me very ample money; in fact, a little too much. But I don't think any lady would complain that her husband gives her too much money." Anna said with a smile, her brow stretched.

"I know most wives don't talk about money with their husbands unless they have no more money to spend, but I'm willing to talk to you. I like that you're giving me money, and I'd like to be able to find a line of work to make some money myself. Sometimes making money is not about the money itself, but a sense of satisfaction. Realizing your value by making money, so to speak, you understand? Alexei."

"I've never heard that kind of talk before. But, I don't think it's unacceptable." Karenin said calmly after a moment of reflection, "But I wish I were in the know."

"Of course I'll tell you." Anna said instinctively, hardly thinking if she was going to do something that her husband was unaware of.

"I always need your advice and ideas." She complimented the other woman.

Even Karenin could not accept his wife's compliments calmly, and he was indeed happy in his heart.

They stayed in France for almost five days, and then they had to go back.

Anna told Maria about that, and everyone thought it was a good idea.

The train back arrived on time without much incident. Karenin's secretary was with them, but to be honest, Anna didn't like the man very much.

His eyes were like snakes, and Anna thought that they were a symbol of greed. But she didn't say it right away, because Vorobiev was Karenin's secretary, and not the dumb kind.

She did not want to add to Karenin's troubles because of her sensitivity.

By the time they arrived home, it was almost seven o'clock, and the carriage that Kolny had sent over was already waiting at the train station.

Once out of the train, a gust of cold wind blew over, and the face was a bit raw.

Anna wore a mink hat, wrapped in a coat, she felt her eyelashes were a little stiff, and the breath coming out of her mouth would turn white.

"It's so cold." She said.

"Are you okay?" Karenin asked. He couldn't go back with Anna, there were some urgent matters at the court that had to be taken care of.

"It's okay," Anna blinked, "I don't have much going on."

Karenin asked his secretary Vorobiev to go home with Anna and bring over one of his documents.

"Don't worry, sir." Vorobiev smiled a little, he had the most popular beard, he was tall and strong, his brown eyes were very attractive, but his manner of speech was a little too frivolous.

Peter, the coachman, told Anna to get into the carriage, and then "yo-ho", the sound of horses' hooves began to clatter.

Vorobiev tried to talk to Anna, to amuse her with those popular jokes of Petersburg, but Anna was not amused as other women were.

"There will be a nice play in a few days, madam." He said the name of an actress, but Anna didn't know it, and she didn't have much heart to talk about anything with this person.

Because she always felt that this Mr. Vorobev's eyes were like snakes, sometimes staring at her in a very unfriendly way.

Her instincts were right, Vorobiev did have something else in mind for the newly minted Mrs. Karenin.

He was fascinated by her appearance, even though she was not as voluptuous as the fashionable figure, but her dark curly hair white as cream complexion, and her more aloof attitude. This kind of woman who is not easy to get hold of is always more interesting.

Vorobiev thought to himself. He has always been the kind of person who pays a lot of attention to appearance, and he always talks about the fashion of Petersburg, but he is not a stupid colorful person. He likes to conquer, thanks to his brain, which is a little more intelligent than normal.

He will develop a longer-term hunting plan because this Karenin lady deserves to be in the top three in his mind.

Having made up his mind, Vorobev put away his attentiveness, while Anna observed for a moment and wondered if she was really being too sensitive.

The carriage arranged by Karenin was already waiting at the door. The coachman put the luggage on and greeted Karenin, who seemed to be an old acquaintance.

"I heard you got married, sir, and this is the lady, right?"

The coachman was not born tall, but a pair of arms looked very strong. From the clothes it seems that the family is not very well-off, but clean and unpretentious smile.