A Noble Marriage

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Anna reached out and took the other woman's little arm, then said softly, "She likes you."

"That Madame de Marelle."

Anna was a little surprised to see Karenin, but quickly collected her emotions again.

"You needn't be bothered about it, Anna."

"Such talk is wrong, Alexei, and if a wife doesn't mind at all that there is a woman who is fond of her husband, I think it must be because she doesn't care for him."

"Madame de Marelle is elegant, beautiful and very intelligent, she has the qualities that every man loves, she is the model of perfection." Anna stated this fact calmly, then looked at Karenin, wanting his reply.

"This is true, but it has nothing to do with me. There are all sorts of people in this world, even more perfect than you and me, but that doesn't mean we need to change anything for that."

Karenin's expression was calm and light, although he did not know that Madame de Marelle adored him, but now that he knew, he did not try to avoid or look pleased. The world, no matter how good, is not his concern, but only what is in front of him, is cherished.

But these words are too loving and sincere, and also seem corny, and lost precious.

"I like it when you tell the truth like you mean it, it's sweet." Anna whispered, squeezing her pinky finger, an intimate gesture that made Karenin's muscles tense for a moment, then relax again as his little wife leaned on his shoulder.

"I don't think that's appropriate out here." Karenin said.

"Oh."

Anna made herself sit back down, slightly frustrated.

After a moment, there came Karenin's voice again calmly: "But I think it's allowed if you hold hands now."

Then, a white delicate hand, moving fingers gently rubbed the other's large hand, and then was wrapped into the hand.

Outside the carriage, came the sound of Mr. Binoche coughing.

By the end of the night, Anna was ready to fall asleep contentedly against some not very soft but warm pillow, but apparently Karenin was still the same organized and very memorable person, and liked to do things the same day.

"The happiness of two people, Anna, is something we haven't discussed yet."

Karenin was sitting in front of his desk reading a book, and when Anna came out of the lavatory he threw the question again.

Anna laughed, she almost danced to Karenin, stood in a cheerful position, bent slightly, and said, "I like to see you jealous."

His wife's soapberry-scented hair was close to Karenin's skin, and the nice smell in his nostrils was slowly dense with water vapor.

Karenin returned his mind to the question.

"It's not jealousy, it's just a question." He said.

"Husbands and wives should be honest with each other. If you ask me a question, I will know everything."

Anna stood up straight and giggled, twining her fingers in her curls and playing with them.

"You can't ask me to be honest with you about everything, Alexei, life would always be boring if that were the case. A woman without secrets is unattractive." She said this deliberately, and gave a fake flirtatious wink.

"You are charming." Karenin whispered.

Anna's hands stopped moving for a moment, and after a while she said dryly, "I meant at that time M. de Marelle, who, though he is not clever, seems to be a good man."

"You need not worry about him, Anna." Karenin said, "If you want a serious argument, Mr. de Marelle got to where he is today, half by the fame saved by his ancestors, and the other half by his wife."

"Yes, but apparently his wife doesn't like her husband, she prefers you."

When Anna said this, Karenin felt a little uncomfortable up, as if it were his fault.

"I didn't know that." He said, recalling once more whether he had been indecent in his conversation with Madame de Marelle.

Karenin regarded marriage as very sacred and solemn, and despite the circle in which he lived, he had always kept himself clean.

In his opinion, once married it was a lifetime affair, and only God and death could separate the couple. To be in a marriage and to fall in love with another person is really perplexing.

"In short, Anna, your happiness has nothing at all to do with the happiness of M. de Marelle. If I may say so, as a wife, your happiness should have something to do with me."

Anna looked down at her husband, at the line of his lips, which pursed up with little curve when he made a serious statement, and then came to the cheerful conclusion in her mind-that he was indeed jealous.

Anna did not reply immediately to her husband, but kissed him on the forehead.

"Oh my God, I'm so happy!" She said with her eyes shining brightly.

"You're right, Alexei."

Anna gave affirmation and praise goodness, but in her heart she was giggling.

Karenin felt a little strange that his words were affirmed by his wife, but felt some defensive desire to cover his forehead.

That should not be the place where his wife kisses, for a grown man, kissing the forehead is not supposed to happen.

When a man is a boy, he can get this kind of kiss, that means soothing, pity, joy, but when he grows up and gets it again, it will be as shameful as a grown man pampering his mother.

Karenin stood up and whispered, "I'm going to wash up."

Anna looked at the somewhat hurried back and blinked dubiously, but soon she was humming and dancing a little in place out of pleasure.

The next half month, Karenin's work was not so busy, they went to quite a few places together, and surprisingly, Karenin was very good at explaining, whether it was landscapes or paintings, he knew a lot.

"I didn't know you liked art."

"I don't like it." Karenin gave a denial, and they were standing under a painting of "Sleeping Bridge at Night". Everything was asleep, except for a raggedly dressed mother who was still awake, softly humming a song and coaxing her child.

"My job requires me to know a lot, and conversation is part of the job."

Anna nodded, she liked the idea of someone who could work for a job, even though he had never been interested in that aspect.

"She was a good mother, poor maybe, but she took good care of her children." Anna sighed, a little water in the corner of her eye.

There are parents in this world who may not be so responsible, but in general, great parents still make up the majority. Just like her mother, who gave birth to her but did not raise her properly.

At that time, she was not yet twelve years old, and her mother took her abroad, but did not care much about her anymore. She needed to live in order to earn her bread, and it was a hard time, a time when the slightest carelessness was a degradation.

All that sustained her was a simple phrase, that those who have nothing like her should baby themselves all the more. The hardships of life do not leave an optimistic person without a chance to turn around, she always believed, and now she was proved right.

Karenin looked at his wife, who seemed to be a little sad because of some unknown emotion, but soon became hopeful again.

The words that had reached his lips were gently swallowed by Karenin.

"Yes." Karenin responded. Blue eyes also gazed at the mother and child in the painting, but in reality, the person who created the painting had told him cryptically that it was a death.

"The rich do not like to see death, they like to sympathize with the poor occasionally, but they loathe and fear real death."

The eccentric painter had shown the painting and only told it to his best friend.

Karenin did not tell the truth to his wife, in the past he did so to protect his best friend, and now, it is a more pure reason.

There are some things he just knows, and if someone he cares about has the light in her heart, then he doesn't mind accompanying her to see that better world.

"I got a little too emotional." Anna took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes, a little embarrassed.

"That's not a bad trait. One needs compassion and empathy, and it would be terrible if one didn't have that." Karenin said calmly.

"People with a conscience may do wrong with good intentions, but those who don't have one will only become cold-hearted thugs."

Anna looked at Karenin, then smiled.

"I have encountered some not-so-good things before, but now I think it was all worth it."

Karenin looked at his wife, and then spoke slowly.

"I think so, too."

Anna took Karenin's arm and continued to listen to him explain the other paintings, the voice was calm, the tone did not rise and fall too much, his explanation was professional, but not too boring. The high nose was as straight as his person.

Anna remembered that the other day she had politely declined a tea party hosted by Madame de Marelle, and that the next day the latter had invited her to sit alone in a cafe on the Champs-Elysees.

In the King's Café, Madame de Marelle complimented Karenin on his sanity and rigor, praising him without mincing words within the bounds of propriety.

"Your husband is a rare intelligent man, he is outstanding and has a promising future. He needs to attend more social engagements, which will be very helpful for his future."

Madame de Marelle hinted to Anna that she should not interfere with an intelligent political official with her shallow little daughter's mind. For she had extended several invitations, only to have Karenin politely decline them. There had never been anything like this before, so naturally Madame de Marelle thought that Anna had said something; after all, intuition among women is always the most accurate.

Anna looked carefully at this Madame de Marelle, with her very attractive blond hair and her amorous and intelligent eyes. She possessed the characteristic femininity of a woman, yet had the intelligence and tact that most women lacked.

If we simply talk about Madame de Marelle as a woman, Anna can not accuse her. But such a clever woman has only one fault, possessiveness.

Smart women also mean greed, not only the desire of others for her beauty, but also their own desire for the smart ones. As soon as she finds such a target for her devotion, so called, they are from the same world, then this smart woman will also become stupid, moth to flame, want to achieve the success of this man and devote everything.

No surprise, if Karenin is the kind of smart man, he will know how to use this favorite and let himself reap more resources. But Karenin is not an ordinary man, he is a kind of strong man.

"My husband is a stubborn man, he does not like to take the apples handed to him, he likes to climb alone. I don't think anyone in this world will know him better than I do." Anna replied with a smile.

She was now not the least bit jealous of this Madame de Marelle, and even her beauty and intelligence faded quietly before her, for no other reason than that she understood one thing.

"Madame de Marelle was not really in love with him."

"She loved nothing more than a phantom of her own imagination, and because of a little appearance she had decided that Karenin would be what she thought he was. She loves him now and worships him for nothing more than his intelligence, his calmness, and the calmness of a superior man."

"She treats him as that one man who tarries in r lust, seducing him with beauty and intelligence g without ever thinking of really getting to know him. It was a hunt, and Madame de Marelle only wanted to win."

Anna woke up from her memories of that day, Karenin had finished explaining it all, and he took her out.

"I've heard there's a very nice restaurant nearby where you can dine on the open terrace, and the maple forest outside becomes beautiful in autumn."

"But it's winter, and the essence of dining should be in the food itself, Anna."

"What does that matter, I love to dine with a beautiful view." Anna said with a smile, taking Karenin's arm.

"Go on, then." Karenin nodded slightly, agreeing to the sudden whim of the proposal.

Anna looked to the side of Karenin's face, from the crest to the tip of the brow, the line tracing over blue eyes, slowly moving toward the high bridge of the nose, and finally settling on light pink lips.

Such a face, too calm, with prominent unsmiling features was indeed frightening.

Before she got married, her sister-in-law Tauri had vaguely revealed to her that a man like Karenin was too serious and strict, and that getting along with him would make people tremble, as if they were afraid they would accidentally make a mistake the next moment.

And Anna can now softly argue for her husband.

"Although he is not funny enough, a little too sensible, but he is not a heartless person. Quite the contrary, he has the most delicate and tender emotions within him, so he can understand the hearts of the next person. This should not be the experience of a politician; long before he became a bureaucrat, this trait was already deeply hidden in his heart."

"A man who works hard for Russia, for his job, shouldn't be blamed. And as a wife, as usual, I should have discovered more of his good qualities than to stand on the sidelines and join that crusade against his shortcomings with cold eyes."

She looked at her husband with a soft look, and the latter, perceiving her gaze, argued softly: "Anna, don't look at me with such a childish gaze, and don't forget that I am the older one among us."