Chapter 35

Because Karenin woke Anna up, they didn't miss dinner.

After that, Anna went to bed early again. Karenin dealt with his official documents waiting to be reviewed in his study. He read an article recommended to him by Countess Lydia.

Karenin knew that Countess Lydia was implying that he would give them a little decision. After examining it, he had a draft in his stomach and drafted a letter.

Although Karenin did not really believe that the women's group headed by Countess Lydia could really have any effect, he did not despise it.

After replying to the countess Lydia, Karenin picked up a book called the poem of hell, cut a page with a paper cutter, read one page, and finally put a bookmark on the seventh page.

Karenin put away the documents and books, put his hands together. He pondered for a while, and then left the study after he had a decision in mind.

He came to the bedroom, there was only a small lamp, put far away, and the hostess of the bedroom turned her head to avoid the light.

Karenin blew out the candle light and sat on the edge of his bed, as if the frequency were pointing to a change in his habits recently.

He raised his hand and touched his wife's cheek. After feeling the delicate touch, he slipped to the other party's sharp fingers, rubbed the thumb side of his finger pulp, and finally touched the tiny knuckle.

After half a day's transportation, there will be no thin cocoons.

Karenin took back his hand. He took off his clothes and lay down in the bed.

He couldn't see his wife's face clearly in the dark, but he grasped her accurately.

"These hands should not be rough." Karenin thought quietly, closing his eyes about ten minutes before he was ready to go to sleep.

Russia always wakes up late in the winter, and Mr. Gorman also asked to be in the shop so early. So Anna had to get up at five.

She thought her hands and feet were light enough, but apparently she woke Karenin.

"Sleep, Alexis." Anna whispered, imprinting a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

She quickly packed herself up, took a croissant and left. What she didn't know was that after she left, Karenin also got up.

Karenin in the balcony window, through the glass window to see her back, light, dressed as a teenager, like an antelope, a pair of long legs running in a posture that a lady would never do.

After being unable to see each other all the time, Karenin withdrew his sight.

Come in later tonight, and he'll ring later

"Yes, sir."

Karni has always been loyal and orderly. He doesn't ask the master's decision. He just obeys his orders. Karenin was always at ease with his old housekeeper.

On the other side, Anna was running a little panting.

In fact, Mr. Gorman's tailor shop was not very far from where they lived, but he didn't often go out. Even if he was a noble lady who took the place of carriage, he could not keep up with his original physical strength.

Fortunately, she arrived a little earlier than the other party asked.

The tailor's shop is not open.

Anna slowed her breath. She took a few steps in the same place. Then she found a clean place to sit and take the croissant out of her pocket and nibble at it slowly.

It's a little bit choky. Water or milk would be fine.

She was thinking, a glass of water appeared in front of her.

"Er." Anna looked up in surprise. It was the tall Mr. prokhov, smiling a little.

"Do you want it?"

Anna took the water, said thanks, and then drank the water, some dry voice finally more comfortable.

"Mr. prokhov, why did you come so early?" Anna asked. She knew that the tailor's shop was not open at this time, so, as a shop assistant, the gentleman in front of her should not have started work so early.

"I just didn't resist curiosity." Mr. prokhov said that the round brown eyes looked so sincere and kind.

"I don't think you should waste your time. Really, Mr. Gorman won't take apprentices."

Anna patted the crumbs of bread on her body and then stood up. She wiped her mouth deliberately to make her look less like a woman.

"I'm still the answer. I need to try it."

"How long are you going to try?" Mr. prokhov asked curiously.

"At least, three months." Anna thought about it and wanted to say.

"If he asks you to come at this time every day, you have to try for three months?"

Anna shrugged her shoulders and acquiesced.

"I think you are more stupid than me." Said Mr. prokhov, choking Anna.

"If you want to make a big and thick hand, even if you want to do it on the shoulder, it means that Anna is really big and thick"It's better to be stupid than to regret."

Anna didn't know how to respond, so she just gave a dry thanks.

"Thank you."

Prokhov looked at her again, waved and left.

Anna looked at each other's back as strong as a bear, and thought to herself: I'm not sure this Mr. prokhov is also a man with a story.

She was still waiting in front of the shop, and another hour later, after daybreak, a tall and thin man came slowly.

Anna waited for the other party to approach for a moment and then called out, "Mr. Gorman."

The Mr. Gorman looked at Anna for a moment without any accident, and there was no explanation in his mouth, as if he didn't care whether she was there or not.

Mr. Gorman opened the door of the shop. He didn't greet Anna, but he didn't chase her. So Anna thought about it for a while and went in.

"Are you still carrying boxes today?" Anna asked, deliberately and cautiously, while observing each other, for Karenin said the gentleman might have recognized her. But it was puzzling that Mr. Gorman didn't really recognize her.

Now Mr. Gorman finally looked at her, but the eyes in the green eyes clearly said: is there something wrong with your brain?

Anna resisted this harsh look. For a long time, she got the second task, picking out the scraps according to the color and pattern, and put them in different categories.

When Anna was instructed to enter the warehouse, the warehouse that had not been sorted for a long time was filled with a smell of dust, some choking nose.

She had a big sneeze and really started to do it.

When prokhov came to work, knowing what the stubborn young man was doing, he couldn't help pleading for each other.

"Are you really not considering taking him?"

"Just do your job well." Said Mr. Gorman, glancing sternly at each other.

Prokhov sighed and muttered, "he is so pathetic that I can't do a good job when I see him!"

"Then close your eyes, or," Mr. Gorman said with a playful smile, "it's good to poke blind, so that you don't have to look too much."

"Please don't make such a joke." Prokhov said, a little pale.

"I wish I was joking, but sometimes thinking about what you're holding on to me, I really want to put it into action. After all, between us, you are the thief who wants to steal his treasure from the dragon. " Said Mr. Gorman coolly.

This seemed to have struck a soft spot in prokhov's heart, and he said in a conversational manner, "you are mean." After that, the big man drooped his eyes, a little depressed.

"I didn't want to steal it. I just want you to let me stay here."

"I told you to leave. You don't listen." "Don't expect what's impossible when you know it's impossible. In this era, it is obviously ridiculous to talk about freedom and ideals and that kind of thing. "

"That's not ridiculous." Mr. prokhov retorted weakly, and then, before Mr. Gorman made any more bitter sarcasm, he ran away and went to the storehouse.

Mr. Gorman looked at the fleeing figure. He knew that the other side was going to have bad intentions, but this time he didn't say anything.

Although he has always been mean to each other, there is always a place in his heart that he doesn't want to admit, but always keeps a little warmth for a certain part of the people.

Prokhov came to the warehouse and saw the boy with thin shoulders picking out the rags. He looked at each other sympathetically and said, "I'll help you."

Anna looked at each other and said, "I don't think it's good to be known by Mr. Gorman."

"I don't think it's OK. He knows it." The man sighed. He stepped in. Bianna couldn't stand the air.

"You'd better go out, Mr. prokhov." Anna was a little impatient.

"It doesn't matter now." Prokhov wrinkled his nose. He squatted down like a hill, without clumsy fingers.

"I seem to be repeating to you all the time, but I have to say that Mr. Gorman won't take you." After that, he sighed.

"Then don't tell me." Anna said decisively.

"I won't give up anyway." She picked the rags with her fingers.

Prokhov felt that there was a solemn and stirring feeling between them. He wanted to share his affairs with Anna, but he opened his mouth and didn't say it.

After a while, Anna drove prokhov out to work.

On this day, I was fighting against the scraps of cloth, and I found a lot of design manuscripts in the warehouse.When Anna found those things, she wondered if Mr. Gorman was testing herself, but at the end of the day, she thought it was not reliable.

According to her understanding of each other these days, she thought, the mean and eccentric Mr. Gorman probably didn't really care.

He may not be so bad, but he won't be so kind.

Thinking of the end, simply don't think about it, just look at the things found carefully, and have a lot of ideas for improvement.

Anna's idea is right. Mr. Gorman doesn't actually have the kind of leisure to set up any test link.

After perceiving from the bamboo umbrella that the other party would never be any ordinary person, Mr. Gorman observed the other side as he passed by the young man who claimed to be Pavel.

After all, if you are a tailor, if you want to distinguish between men and women, you can still find the difference between men and women.

If Mr. Mann is not willing to cut the other side's profile, he is not willing to make a good impression on the other side, because he does not want to make a good impression on the other side because he doesn't want to make a good impression on the other side.

After the first time, he thought that the other party would retreat, but today he saw the man again, and he didn't want to continue playing.

He doesn't have the energy to play games with such rich people, and he can't really offend each other.

Prokhov, such a fool, began to be ungrateful again, and Mr. Gorman decided to refuse her if she came again tomorrow.

The day came to an end quickly, and something gained in her heart made Anna smile. When she left, prokhov asked if she would come again tomorrow.

"Yes, I will still come." Anna said. And then I got the sight of pity.

"Do you think of yourself when you see him?" Asked Mr. Gorman.

Prokhov nodded.

"Then you leave." Mr. gohmann said that his tone was flat. In fact, if people familiar with him would find that when the green eyed man's tone was flat, he actually said the truth, and there was no trick.

"You know, I'm not going." Prokhov shook his head.

"Let's go when the harbor freezes in spring." Mr. Gorman said to himself.

Mr. prokhov also said to himself, "next year, please, will you?"

The green eyed man's eyelashes trembled and his lips tightened. He wanted to say, "don't ask me. I'm just an ordinary person.".

He used to be a man. His wife begged him, so he had to bite his teeth and shoulder the responsibility. Now, the bear killed on the way, coveted his treasure and came to beg him.

Who can these people ask him for?

"There's always not enough money, shit." Mr. Gorman murmured a rude remark, his green eyes a little agitated, his eyes glumly fixed on the income book, and prokhov's expression became a little sad.

He can do a lot of things, but he has no money. People always think that Mr. Gorman is rich, but the money is not enough.

They don't have money, and they desperately need it.

When I was in trouble, a pair of valuable cattle shoes stepped into the small tailor shop. The steady voice almost gives people the illusion that they are stepping on the gold bricks paved with rubles.

Mr. Gorman looked up and a tall man came in.

Black elegant custom-made suits, as well as coats of the same color, are conservative and rigorous, but can't go wrong. The accent of the upper class is clear and audible, and the full name of Mr. Gorman can be read out fluently in a calm voice, so that people can understand what kind of opponent they will face at the first time.

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