Chapter 33

It was Anna's first bad day in Petersburg. She meant that as soon as she was about to leave the house, it was raining cats and dogs in the sky.

"You want to go out like this?" Karenin asked.

Anna looked at Karenin, the other party's slender fingers were holding the silver handle, and his bones were obviously even. When he asked this sentence, his eyes looked at her. Although it was a question, it seemed to know how she would answer.

"I'll take my umbrella with me." Anna said.

"For safety, I hope you can take anuska with you."

Karenin took a bite of bacon, his eyelashes drooping. Usually, if Karenin is serious about something, or if he wants to get a "yes" response, he always looks the other person in the eye. So now, Anna knew that Karenin was just talking.

"You know, a poor boy can't afford a little maid. And two poor boys are obviously not fit to compete for jobs in a tailor's shop together

"If you insist." It seems that Karenin has said this several times. It was like persuading himself.

After Karenin went to work in the yamen, Anna dressed herself as a poor boy like Petersburg, and came to Mr. Gorman's tailor's shop.

Like last time, the tall and thin tailor was not in the shop. It was the strong man who was guarding the shop.

"Who are you looking for?"

Asked the big black haired man, without a salute, his eyes looking at Anna.

Anna noticed that there was no disdain on the other side. Class was always everywhere in Petersburg.

"I'm looking for Mr. Gorman."

"What can I do for you?" Asked the man, curious.

"I want to be an apprentice here." Said Anna, lowering her voice and making her eyes look naive and eager.

The tall man laughed. "Oh, if that's the case, you'd better go back."

"Why? You don't look like Mr. Gorman. " Anna approached her, her chin raised so high that she could show the little pride of a young man.

"Of course not. But I know Mr. Gorman won't take apprentices

"Hello, don't waste time here." The black haired man kindly reminded.

Anna knew that the gentleman was a kind man, but she couldn't just give up, so she turned her eyes and said, "since you're not Mr. Gorman, I think it's better for him to decide."

"Why don't you listen to me?" The big man mumbled, then waved his hand, "OK, whatever you want."

Anna stood for a moment, the rain outside was not small at all. Although she came with an umbrella, she was still wet.

The chill made her rub her hands involuntarily, and then she heard a voice with a little nasal sound.

"Come and have a cup of tea."

Anna looked back and the dark haired man was inviting her to a cup of tea.

Anna didn't refuse because she wanted to stay in the tailor's shop. She took the tea, held it in her hand, and asked, "my name is Pavel, and you?"

"Just call me prokhov." The man sniffed again.

"Cold?"

"No, it's just a little allergic." Prokhov murmured, holding the small teacup in his big hand and pouring it down.

Because of the heavy rain, there was not much noise in the shop. Prokhov didn't want to take care of this stubborn boy, but he was still a little impatient when he was frozen, so he made hot tea.

"Thank you. The tea is much warmer." Anna thanks, because the hot water reaches the stomach, so the whole person is warm.

"It's not a big deal, and I think vodka is better than anything that warms your body. But Mr. Gorman has a certain aversion to alcohol, so now I can only give you a drink to keep out the cold. "

Prokhov shrugged his shoulders. Although he was not a heavy drinker, he was a real Russian. Vodka was Russia's favorite.

After a few cups of tea, like a few drinks, Anna clearly noticed that prokhov was more kind to herself, or that he was really bored.

"Why are you here as an apprentice?" He asked curiously.

"Maybe the same as you." Anna replied with a wink.

Mr prokhov opened his eyes first, then grinned and said, "I don't think it can be the same."

"Oh, what do you say?" Anna tilted her head and asked curiously, showing that I would like to hear what you think since you have uncovered it.

Prokhov was not induced this time. He picked up his tea cup and muttered, "it won't be the same anyway."

"What's different."After he had said this, a voice that was somewhat high and gloomy came out.

It's Mr. Gorman.

The man had just entered the room. His black hair was wet and became wisps. He frowned in disgust. He put the umbrella into the umbrella barrel on his back and bent a little so that the rain on the umbrella would not drip everywhere.

Mr. Gorman held that position for a moment. He turned and stood up straight. His eyes first glanced over Anna, the uninvited guest. Then he came over and asked his fellow carelessly.

"Is anybody here?"

The young man took a handkerchief to wipe his black hair, and his thin lips pressed tightly after asking the above words, as if he were afraid that others would see more of his own inner world.

"After you have gone, the Duchess sent her maid to ask, and I told her that I could deliver it to her tomorrow. After that, there are no guests except this little guy Prokhov first gave a serious answer, and then used a teasing tone when he talked about Anna.

"Little guy, I don't see anything small." Said Mr. Gorman softly, putting the handkerchief back in his pocket.

"I'm seventeen, sir, not a little fellow." Anna said that she tried to show the pride of a young man, while maintaining a style of respect for each other.

"Dear Mr. Gorman, I want to learn from you. I want to be a tailor," she said in a wistful tone

Mr. Gorman had been aiming at his fellow, but after listening to Anna's words, he didn't turn around. He just turned his head, sometimes his eyes turned, and looked askance at each other.

"I don't take apprentices." The man said faintly, like the elegant Persian cat, appears arrogant, but will not let the human feel annoyed.

Prokhov looked at the owner of his shop by surprise. When he wanted to be an apprentice, the gentleman was sarcastic.

Anna thought for a moment and then asked tentatively, "I'll do the chores for you, free?"

Rain is still hard to hit the ground.

The green eyed Mr. Gorman pointed to the backyard and said, "bring in all the boxes over there."

Anna looked at what she was pointing at, and her scalp felt numb.

Prokhov wanted to say something, but Mr. Gorman looked up. In the end, he had to shut up.

"OK." Anna said that she wanted to roll her sleeves to boost her spirits, but she didn't, so she ran to the pile of goods, and it took her half an hour to move all the things in.

"All right, sir." Anna wiped the sweat off her face.

Mr. Gorman said, "well," and then bent down in a cardboard box and picked up something.

"Now take them back." He said carelessly.

What!

Anna's heart was shocked. She looked at each other carefully, but she didn't see any banter. So she looked at Mr. prokhov again. The latter touched her eyes and lowered her head in a hurry, pretending to look at the account book, but she didn't see a word in it.

In fact, prokhov did not understand that his boss was a thoroughly hypocritical person. He never wastes time with people he doesn't like and has no money.

In spite of her complaints, Anna responded and took another 40 minutes to move things back.

"Yes, sir." Anna tried not to sound angry.

Mr. Gorman looked at her at last this time, and said, "come here at six tomorrow morning. Another batch of cloth needs to be sorted out."

"OK." Anna answered.

"Let's go. You're not needed today." The man made a sign to leave.

Anna opened her mouth and stood for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Gorman looked back at her, a little impatient, as if to say, "Why are you still here."

Anna took a deep breath and whispered, "you can call me Pavel. See you tomorrow, sir." After saying that, she nodded in surprise. Anna went to the umbrella tube and took up her umbrella to say goodbye.

After she left for a while, a conversation broke out in the little tailor's shop. To be precise, the louder one was prokhov, the shop assistant.

"Why do you trouble the child?" Prokhov was a little impatient.

"Child? Although you are old yourself, don't treat everyone as a child, prokhov Mr. Gorman snorted coldly. The dark pupils were so distinct that they sometimes shudder when they focused on something. "I said he was not small." He said softly.

The latter sentence seems a little fuzzy, like the tip of the tongue brushing the tooth surface, hissing and rubbing in the air.

Prokhov shivered, then touched his arm and said."You won't take him anyway, so don't do it."

Prokhov grunted seriously again, "I'm not that old, I'm only twenty-three."

"Then don't put abnormal eyes on other people."

"I'm not a pervert." Prokhov said with some embarrassment.

"I'll believe it when you get out of here." Mr. Gorman picked up the account book neatly and walked back into the courtyard. The whole person looked cold and irritable.

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