Chapter 8

It would be dishonest to say that Anna had not fantasized about the second night of her marriage.

But if someone told her that a new couple on their wedding night was in a bed that was too big to be disturbed by the well water, she would not believe it.

Now, she believes it.

The side belonging to Karenin is well organized.

Instead of leaving the bedroom, the owner of the bed sat down in a soft chair, a diligent Russian official.

Karenin noticed the movement of the bed. He turned and saw his little wife looking at her with gray eyes.

Her hair was a little messy and more curly. After a night's sleep, the skin on the face became white and tender, and the beautiful lips opened slightly as if in surprise.

Karenin asked himself to look away from his wife's red lips.

"Good day, Anna."

Usually, Karenin's first daily greeting was dedicated to his housekeeper, Colney, but now, after he got married, he began to feel the subtle difference.

"Good day, Alexis."

Anna is not sure if there is one in her fantasies, a wife who has not been taken care of and a decent husband, but in any case, when Karenin comes to him, it doesn't matter.

"Grachev will be here at nine o'clock and we will be leaving for France at two in the afternoon." Karenin said.

Karenin said last night that grachov was Karenin's family doctor. Things are almost ready.

"OK." Anna answered and asked, "what time do you always get up?"

"Six o'clock."

Anna looked at the wall clock. It was already 7:40. She usually got up at 7:00. She thought that her biological clock was early enough, but it still could not compare with some Russian official.

She opened the quilt to go to the bathroom to wash herself. Today, she got up a little later than usual. I hope she has some time to do a simple stretching exercise.

When Anna came out, Karenin had left and anushka was tidying up the room.

"And Alexei?"

"Sir went to the study and said breakfast would be delayed by 20 minutes."

Anna laughed. She went to the closet to pick out her clothes.

In aristocratic families, the work of a maid next door involves dressing her mistress, but anushka does not need to do this for Anna, who is used to relying on herself for everything.

Anushka was almost nervous when she was first told she didn't need to serve Anna, but later she found out that was not the case.

Since Anna got better, her character has become more cheerful.

Anushika is just a maid. She is not high in culture, but she is committed to her own duties. She should not look at what should not be seen or speculate. Up to now, she has adjusted herself well and will not make a fuss.

Anna picked out a long velvet dress, which was very warm. When she got out of the bedroom door, the housekeeper, corney, told her she was ready to go to dinner.

"Thank you, corney." Anna smiles at the stern housekeeper, who nods to her.

Anna arrived at the dining room where Karenin was already waiting. He was reading a newspaper.

The servant took the newspaper away. Karenin looked up at Anna and motioned for her to sit down.

Anna looked at the long table and said, "do you want me to sit here or here?" She motioned to the two seats with her eyes.

Karenin got up and pulled out the chair next to him.

Anna blinked. "I like the decision."

Breakfast is very rich, each other's dining etiquette is no problem, just, too quiet words make Anna feel a little unaccustomed.

She didn't like quiet, but she wasn't sure Karenin would. After hesitating for a while, she still asked, "may I ask you a question? Alexis. "

"Yes." Although it was strange, Karenin still stopped.

Anna was a little shy, but decided to tell the truth.

"Can we communicate over dinner?"

Anna continued: "yesterday, I think we need to communicate a lot. I want to know you better. "

"You can ask me any questions, Anna, unless it's something I can't reveal at work." Karenin put down the silver tableware completely.

"Sometimes you don't have to be too careful with me. You know, you can relax a little bit."

Anna laughed. "You're a little serious sometimes, you know?"

Karenin was a little surprised, and then shook his head: "no one has said this to me. What's more, my work determines that I'm more conducive to decision-making. "

"A lot of people don't dare to talk to you, but I can." Anna said and laughed again. "It's good to be your wife in this way."Karenin did not know how to respond to this remark, which was like praise, but also somewhat informal.

"You see, I know you a little more now." Anna said as she began to cut her own bacon. She was so natural that Karenin looked at her for a while.

The morning sun came in from the landing window and fell on his wife's hair and shoulders, just like dancing.

He glanced at the clock.

It's eight thirty, and breakfast is twenty minutes later than usual. The habit of not speaking when eating at home has also been broken. If the right hand is spread out, you can touch another person, so close. It's all about marriage.

"What do you want me to say to you?" Karenin asked.

Anna looked up and said, "anything, Alexei, I think this is husband and wife. You can tell me anything, if you like."

Anything. It's a bit too big.

If this is the answer Karenin got at work, he would usually frown and ask his subordinates to reorganize the answer. But Anna is not his subordinate, he is his wife, is a very special existence that has never met. Lack of data to carry out analysis, can only move cautiously step by step, and sometimes, even caution can not be used.

This is a bit terrible for Karenin. There are no rules and no case studies. However, he thinks he can do well.

Therefore, Karenin carefully chose a topic.

"Would you still like to go to France with me in the afternoon?"

"Of course, how do you think I'm going to change?" Anna said happily.

"After what happened last night, I'm afraid you'll need some personal space."

"No Anna said frankly, "I want to follow you to France."

"I see."

Next, the restaurant was silent again, but this time Anna was no longer embarrassed.

Grachev arrived on time. He was a man in his fifties. His brown red hair was not gray. His appearance was neat and he looked very kind.

He was indeed a kind doctor and gave Anna an ointment to apply.

After the doctor left, there were only two of them left in the bedroom.

Karenin asked, "do you want my name to be anushika?" The voice fell to the ground, and the ointment was handed to him.

"This is also a compulsory course for love. Increase contact, get familiar with each other, and then..." She didn't go on, she just lowered her head and laughed.

Although the carriage was waiting for a few years, it seemed that Lenin's carriage was still waiting for the spring to come.

He's married, and it feels good to be married.

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