A Noble Marriage

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Despite what he says, there is actually some juvenile posturing. To be honest, it was only six months ago that Vronsky stepped into this circle, and after he turned twelve, his sister thought it was time to look at him with a mature eye.

Vronsky is eager to be recognized, so even though some things in this circle really surprised him at first, now he tells himself it's no big deal. Everyone goes through it. A beautiful woman with money and status is a sad thing if only her husband adores her.

A single woman needs to be reserved, but once she's married, the adulation won't hurt her reputation, and the love will make her very attractive in social circles. Vronsky's mother had been like that when she was young, and now they were just accepting and loving the laws of society as they were written.

Anna understood what Vronsky meant, and she was a little surprised. But combined with Vronsky's unconcerned look at the moment, she didn't argue, just gave a less concerned and somewhat apologetic smile.

Vronsky gave her a suspicious look.

"Would you like some cake?" Anna asked.

She was so sincere that there was almost no sense of intentionality lurking in her performance, so she received only a somewhat annoyed look.

"No, thanks. I'm not a child anymore." Vronsky said stiffly.

He curled up with a scowl because he had meant not to show his displeasure, which was immature, but couldn't quite manage it. So he decided to leave Anna's side, so he could be more comfortable, instead of acting like a baby in a mood.

Anna watched the teenager leave and join Duchess Miahecki and the others in their conversation, and then she glanced in the direction of Sister Vronsky's departure, and finally winked and ate a small sweet cake by herself.

At half past three, an uncommon person came to their tea party.

"You are a rare guest." Patsy said with a smile, her flirtatious eyes always like to use as all people, although she thought Kalinin this person boring tight, but also do not intend to skip him.

Karenin kissed the back of Duchess Pertheschi's hand.

He didn't like the overly flirtatious lady, but he had to admire her social skills. There was no need to show his preference.

Kalenin straightened up, he politely swept the room and in that brief moment quickly caught his wife's bearings, whose large eyes were looking at him with some surprise.

Karenin hadn't intended to smile, he had intended a socially fake hint of a smile, but his eyes touched his young wife and he couldn't help but become genuine.

"Your Rembrille looks like a great success, and I think next time you're going to be the best hostess in Peterborough at hosting tea parties." He curled his lip in compliment to Patsy, but his eyes still fell carelessly on his wife.

Patsy giggled.

She loved receiving compliments, especially on things like dress, beauty, and tea parties. But she also didn't drift off touched by a compliment or encouragement like a fourteen-year-old girl at her first ball, swearing that the man before her must be the nicest, loveliest person in the world.

"Come, sit here with your wife, and talk with us." Patsy said affectionately, being such a good host and taking complete care of the newlyweds.

"What brings you here?" Anna asked in a low voice as Karenin took his seat, her voice small but still feeling the leap of joy in it.

"I finished my business in the department early." Karenin replied, and then his eyes shifted to the ambassador's wife, talking with her.

Anna gently bit the soft flesh of her lower lip as she moved a little closer to her husband.

Karenin felt his wife approaching him, and out of courtesy, he moved a little to the side. But it didn't take long for his wife to move a little closer to him again.

So Karenin had to stop talking for a moment and took the time to look at his wife and ask her if something was wrong. And the latter just opened those bright eyes and smiled at him contentedly.

Karenin turned his eyes, this time not foolishly thinking that his wife felt more crowded so he moved to the side. Although, logically, he did not see any point in such a move at all, it was clear that his wife liked such a narrow and crowded distance.

If they weren't still in front of a large group of people, Anna felt like she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss Karenin.

That's for sure. Wouldn't you feel a great sense of honor if your husband had modified his schedule for you for more than ten years?

If she put her hand on Karenin's arm at this time, it always seemed too sticky, so Anna had to resist the urge and express her joy by staying close to each other.

"I went to the dressing room for a moment, and then we had a new partner, didn't we?"

Vronsky's sister returned, her hair and dress not at all disheveled, but the blush on her face was deeper, her eyes were still bright, and she looked like a flower, with a different kind of brightness.

"Yes." Patsy agreed sweetly, introducing Karenin to Vronsky's sister.

Karenin talked with Vronsky's sister for a few minutes, and Duchess Miahsky mentioned a bill that Karenin and the others were discussing at this time.

Duchess Miahsky had no intention of talking about such serious matters, in fact, she did not care much about them, but she liked Anna, so she was happy to talk with her husband about something that the latter liked.

They exchanged some views.

Karenin understood what they wanted to hear, like Duchess Miahsky, he liked politics, bills, and talking about them was right up his alley, but he also understood that he was dealing with some noblewomen. If he let his nature take its course, the conversation would either break up or be embarrassingly uninteresting. So he moved out the set of rhetoric, cleverly to perfume the other side.

They sat for another half an hour, and at this time it would not be impolite to offer farewell. Karenin asked Anna privately if she wanted to go back together. Anna gave him an affirmative answer.

Karenin bade farewell to his hostess.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Patsy asked, looking desperate to keep them.

Karenin was just about to bring out the excuses he had rehearsed in his mind to politely refuse, when Vronsky's sister spoke up for them.

"Oh, Patsy, don't forget that they are newlyweds, not like us." Vronsky's sister said with a deep sense of humor, still seemingly in high spirits.

Patsy smiled back and exchanged a look with Vronsky's sister that only they understood before turning to Anna and Karenin.

"I look forward to having dinner with you next time."

Karenin kissed the back of Patsy's hand once more before allowing Anna to take his arm and say goodbye together.

The coachman from Karenin's house was already waiting at the door, and the gray horse wagged its tail as the Tatar opened the coach door for them.

As the carriage started in the direction of the house, Anna gazed for a moment at Karenin, who inclined his head inquiringly to her.

"As a matter of fact, I have a not-so-unusual idea I want to tell you."

The man assumed the posture and expression of a serious listener.

Anna ran her hands through the folds of her skirt and considered carefully for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize it would be a problem, but I realized today that perhaps I should have stated my opinion first. Even if the vast majority of people think it's ridiculous and indecent, I want to tell you."

"Alexei, I don't want a third person in our marriage."

Anna saw Karenin blink slowly and she sighed softly.

"I know for most people this isn't something that should be blamed, but ......"

Anna didn't finish her sentence, her words were gently interrupted by Karenin.

"If you mean what you saw today on the Duchess of Perthessi's side, Anna, I have to state my opinion again as well. Even if this is the case in this society, there are some customs that are not openly blamed and, even, there are some people who secretly praise them for that. I have no intention of criticizing them, but I can do nothing more than abide by my own principles and beliefs. As I have always believed in the sanctity of marriage, once united, there should be no power to separate a couple except death."

Karenin paused for a moment, his blue eyes showing a look so focused that they reflected two small her and nothing else.

His words were calm and methodical, his eyes calm and authoritative and exclusive.

"Perhaps you have misunderstood something, and I think that since you are quite concerned about it, I had better make it perfectly clear to you."

"What I mean by death and separation at this moment is not only the demise of the body, but also the most sublime will of man."

"If you have any questions or disapproval of our relationship and feelings at this moment, you can tell me now. If after this moment, Anna, I will no longer accept arbitrary modifications and appeals."

"We don't have much time." Andrei bit his lip and looked like he was going to cry.

"Oh, don't worry, honey, I was just kidding." Anna hurried to reassure the other girl, and then both of those kids winked at her.

"I know." Andrei said, giving a sly smile.

"I won't forgive you, you're a bad boy." Anna said with a smile and Andrei winked before kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"Much appreciated, Mrs. Karenin." Charlie kissed Anna on the other cheek.

"You are, very lovely." Charlie commented, looking a little regretful, "You really shouldn't have gotten married so early, you only had to wait five more years."

Andre said with a grimace, "Even though my uncle is a bit of a curmudgeon, don't get your ideas on him. Otherwise I'll fight you, and that won't change even if we're best friends."

"See, he's actually the childish one." Charlie winked at Anna, "He loves your husband."

Anna couldn't stop laughing at Charlie's words and Andre rolled his eyes, "That's my uncle. Although he is old-fashioned, serious, uninteresting, one-dimensional, too impersonal and a workaholic, he is my uncle."

When Karenin returned in the evening, Anna told him about it.

"You have a devoted admirer."

"I'm sure Andrey never meant it that way." Karenin did not take the joke, apparently knowing very well the character of his nephew.

Anna changed the subject: "I was thinking that perhaps we could still help them."

"How?"

"When Andre is free, he can come to our house, and Charlie can also come to our house for a while, if you don't mind?"

"That's feasible. Anna, you can arrange that when the time comes." Karenin was hanging up his tie.

"You've been drinking a little." Anna wrinkled her nose and sniffed.

"Two glasses, and it tastes great?" Karenin inquired, sniffing his own shirt at the same time, unsure if the smell of alcohol was great. In that group of alcoholics, even if you didn't drink, you would always get the smell.

"It's tolerable."

Anna didn't like alcohol, and she didn't want her husband to be an alcoholic.

"Do you need me to give you a massage?" She offered.

Karenin looked at her with raised eyes.

Anna had thought the other woman was doubting her skills, so she hurriedly lit up her hands, which were white and just looked beautiful.

"I'm very good at massages."

"Anna, why do you know how to do this?" Karenin asked slowly.

"Inside the book, did you forget how much Skewar likes to drink?" Anna laughed, trying to digress.

Karenin nodded, and didn't really seem to take it to heart. Anna sighed in relief as he turned around.

She sat Karenin in a soft chair, washed her hands and rubbed them on his neck with a fair amount of skill.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"There is no arrangement, what is it?"

"I'd like to go shopping, would you like to go with me?"

"Is there anything you want to buy?"

"No, just want to shop."

Anna waited for Karenin to answer, and after a moment, the latter said, seemingly thinking for a moment.

"Sometimes I don't quite understand why women go out shopping without a planned list, or, for that matter, without a purpose."

"I can't blame you for not understanding, sometimes we don't understand it ourselves." Anna smiled as she began to tell Karenin some of the day's little jokes, all of them about the three children.

"Lucia is very well behaved, Andrei is a bit proud but also very cute, and as for Charlie, you don't know how funny he is to talk ......"

"You like children?" Karenin suddenly asked.

"I like them." Anna answered instinctively, then suddenly realized what was going on and blushed a little.

"That," she mumbled, and the movement of her hands stopped.

She was about to say something, but Karenin suddenly raised his right hand, took Anna's right hand that was resting on his neck and brought it over gently, then he looked up at the person in front of him and with a little more force pulled Anna down so that she was sitting on his lap.

"You can hold me." Karenin spoke.

Anna couldn't control her blush, now even her earlobes were red. She raised her hands and wrapped them around Karenin's neck, moving gently.

Karenin's right hand lifted again, landing just below Anna's earlobe, then curving along the delicate jawline to the pointed chin, and finally the thumb gently grazed her lips.

"Are you drunk?" Anna asked in a whisper, her voice trembling minutely.

"No."

Very calmly replied the voice, and Anna tried to speak again, but could not.

She felt that Karenin should be a little drunk.

"Breathe." Kalenin whispered, his voice low, like the October wind, slightly cool, and wrapped in a hint of the golden aroma of wheat fields.

Anna breathed obediently, she had never kissed someone so deeply, and she knew Karenin hadn't either, and to be honest, Anna would have been jealous if he had, really.

Karenin's body moved, then picked Anna right up, one slipper falling on the shag carpet, the other removed by Karenin and dropped on the carpet as well.

Anna was blushing profusely.

She was put on the bed, and thin kisses fell on her, and shyness made her close her eyes hard.

The man's fingers paused at the shoulder and finally dropped a soft kiss at the end of the collarbone.

Anna opened her eyes and the blue eyes were gazing at her, her whole body next to hers.

She'd never been this close to another person before, like, any closer and there would never be a distance between them again.

"Why?"

"I've been drinking, and you don't like it."

Karenin's fingers gently combed through Anna's hair.

Anna suddenly felt some soreness in her eyes, but she just smiled and looked at the other woman. Then she got up and pushed Karenin, which now became her on top.

Anna traced Karenin's appearance with the tips of her fingers, and finally they landed on the corner of the other's lips, caught by Karenin and kissed.

She cringed, but her smile did not disappear, and finally kissed the other woman on the lips before leaning against Karenin's chest.

The taste of vodka is somewhat faint, and on a closer sniff, it is clear that it is still more of Karenin, the taste of her husband.

The freshness of the clothes sizing, the faint aroma of tobacco on the fingertips, the soft scent of cotton fabric on the clean and neat handkerchiefs. Overall, Karenin smells a little bitter with a hint of manly grains of salt, the smell of soap on bare skin, and everything is natural.

"I'll remember the taste, always." Anna murmured.

"What's the smell?"

"The smell of my husband." Anna said with a smile, kissing the other woman again.

The night is still long, the future is also long, Anna thought, as long as slowly, everything will be natural ......

He sat a little more casually than at his desk, but still looked decent compared to ordinary people, always maintaining a government official's grooming.

"Do you have any questions? Anna." Karenin took his eyes off the official papers and his blue eyes looked at Anna.

"No." Anna laughed a little.

Karenin moved his eyes again to his official documents above, until five minutes later, he still felt someone's eyes glued to him.

"Are you sure you don't have any questions?"

"No." Anna spoke again after she finished, "Maybe there is one."

"You can ask." Karenin's fingers pressed on the page and raised his head slightly. He spoke in a calm voice, with little rise and fall in his tone, without seeming hard, perhaps because his blue eyes under long lashes were gazing intently at someone else, and that gaze was not tinged with scrutiny.

"I noticed you weren't wearing your glasses."

"I am not nearsighted."

"I," Anna licked her lips, then smiled a little coyly, "I was just thinking about what it would be like if you wore glasses."

"I don't think that's going to make any difference." Karenin lowered his eyes, signaling that the conversation was over for now.