Chapter 39

Karenin's words are like the most powerful protective force in the world, isolating all the troubles and anxieties.

Anna remembers that in the end she didn't say anything. She just held each other for a long time until they had to part.

From that moment on, the world seemed to be different again.

Before, although she asked him that way, she would still feel uneasy in the face of reality, but now, she is fearless.

After coming to the tailor's shop, after Mr. Gorman came to the shop, Anna said, "I think it's very unfair of you to do so to Mr. prokhov."

The green eyed man looked up at her and said coldly, "have you forgotten what you are here for?"

"I'm not going to go to prokhov to say anything, but I don't want you to regret it later."

Mr. Gorman began to settle accounts, and his eyes were not giving to Anna.

Anna knew she was listening, but since Mr. Gorman was not going to respond to her, she said no more.

This is the way it is in the world.

When I was young, I would think that everything around me was related to myself. When I grew up, I contacted more and more people and found that being too enthusiastic would make people uneasy.

Her husband made it clear to her that love for the world should not be condemned, but at least protect yourself. After all, for the person who loves you, no matter how good others are, it has nothing to do with them. No matter how worthy others are, they cannot sacrifice themselves.

"Miss Eliza will come to pick up her dress today." Anna said. She glanced at the clock. "We have six hours left."

"We?"

Mr. Gorman stopped his movement. He slowly raised his head. His green eyes reflected the appearance of the boy, and his slightly upturned mouth was full of confidence.

"Yes, I must show you my little talent, too." Anna chuckled softly.

She went to the door, left the door ajar, made it look as if it was not open for business today, and then assembled the simple dummy model that cabidonec had asked him to make in the morning, and hung the garment that Mr. Gorman had made.

That dress is the most popular off the shoulder skirt at present. Conservative dress is a big taboo for social flower. Now the popular off shoulder skirt can better outline the full chest of Russian women.

Because miss Eliza has very pure blonde hair, the background color is quite elegant. The hip pad is made high there, and it seems to have a trace of holy sexuality in general.

"Are you trying to poke a hole in it with your eyes?" Mr. Gorman said coolly that he didn't really put his hope on Anna.

"I'll take it, but don't worry. I've got a spare set."

"Spare?"

Mr. Gorman sneered: "I'm generous to teach you a lesson, Pavel. If you really want to do this, you have to learn the word "spare."

"You are really..." Anna dragged on, deliberately saying, "cunning."

Mr. Gorman gave her a look.

"You need to learn more about culture than I do."

Anna laughed. "OK, I'll listen, but please let me finish."

"I just think the word" spare "is really out of style. It's not in line with the reputation of our shop. Let those shameless villains continue to laugh."

"We don't need a spare because we can create something better than this dress. Mr. Gorman, you and I, we can do it together."

"Big talk boy." Mr. Gorman didn't believe it, but it was clear that he was in a better mood.

Compared with the honest but stupid man, a man as proud and talented as he is obviously ignorant of humility. Anna this does not shrink back and confident approach, obviously offset a bit of her "relationship" impression.

"I'm not talking big." Anna went to the mannequin and rubbed her slender fingers over the thin shoulder straps of her skirt. Then she looked back at Mr. Gorman and said, "if it's the fashion to take off now, we'll do the opposite and put them on."

Anna made a gesture with her hand and then said, "here, with the lace sleeves, the neckline doesn't need to be too low. The pleats of the skirt should be made bigger to make the waistline in the most natural position. And at the back, lots of velvet flowers. It's like spring. "

"I've met Miss Eliza. She's not tall, and her protruding chest doesn't fit her." Without waiting for Mr. Gorman to say anything, Anna ran to the counter, grabbed the pen and began to daub it.

Three minutes later, she showed the painting to Mr. Gorman, who looked at it carefully for ten minutes.

"How about it?" Anna asked nervously, not as confident as she had been.

Mr. Gorman put down the drawing, looked at Anna with green eyes for a long time, and then said, "why did you come to me?"Anna listened and finally replied, "you know who I am, don't you?"

"Yes and No." Mr. Gorman snorted softly.

"I know you're a woman, and I know you can't come from a poor family. But I don't want to know who you are or where you come from. It was just a game for the rich. "

"I'm not, Mr. Gorman. Please don't think so." Anna shook her head.

"I don't care about that." Mr. Gorman waved his hand. His lips were a little pale, for he had been up almost all night.

Anna thought about it and then replied, "if so. I can tell you that if I have any purpose, it is to learn how to cut with you. Your skill is very skilled. Clothing should bring people the enjoyment of beauty, not confine people in it

"It's a very naive idea." Mr. Gorman said vaguely.

Anna blinked and said, "nine out of ten would say that. Then, as long as one person supports my idea, I don't think it matters. "

Although Anna didn't say who the man was, Mr. Gorman knew it.

The whole of Russia should not be able to find such a person who can tolerate his wife's nonsense.

"Then do it."

In spite of his odd temper, Mr. gohmann was not squeamish about some things.

He is often indifferent to other things, showing that something is none of his business. But such people are also more tolerant of things outside the rules.

They were just about to start when the door was pushed open.

"Sorry, for the time being..." Anna had not finished speaking, then stopped, bent her eyes and laughed, changed the unfinished sentence.

"Welcome back, Mr. prokhov."

Prokhov stood awkwardly by the door, staring at his toes, then jerking up his head, almost shouting, "I'll come back, and you'll at least apologize to me, Mr. Gorman."

"Because you insulted me

Anna, seeing Mr. Gorman's half closed eyes, was startled by Mr. prokhov's moderate words.

Then the green eyes narrowed dangerously again.

"Who allowed you to come back?"

Mr. prokhov made a loud, loud sneeze before answering. Then he sniffed and said vaguely, "my best friend allowed me to come back."

Mr. prokhov seemed to have found courage. He took a few steps forward and came to Mr. Gorman.

Put your hands on the counter.

"Although I've been very mean and cold-blooded, you're not a jerk at least."

"Who gave you the courage..." Mr. Gorman raised his voice, but Mr. prokhov was more powerful.

"Shut up! I don't need you to be good for me

This time, even Anna was a little surprised. It seemed that Mr. prokhov knew what was going on.

"I'm not stupid." Mr prokhov, as if he could hear Anna's voice, glanced at her as he was fighting against his former boss.

"I said I would stay here. If I didn't do anything wrong, you can't drive me away. If I want to go, you can't stay even if you keep me. "

Anna heard this, suddenly excited, she had a certain guess in her heart, eyes between the two people, finally did not say.

"I turned down the job." Mr. prokhov said, and he burst out laughing. "You see, Mr. Gorman, I'm not stupid. Otherwise, no one will give me the job. "

"That's because their eyes are covered with mucus." Mr. Gorman swore a dirty word.

"I think you've got yourself into it." Mr. prokhov warned kindly.

Mr. Gorman glared at each other and said in half a voice, "go back to your seat. You haven't been working for a day and a half, and your salary will be deducted from it. "

Mr. prokhov swore, but soon began to laugh, and he blinked as Anna looked at him.

Anna took a mouthful of saliva.

"Shut up

Said Mr. Gorman sharply, and there was a moment of silence in the tailor's shop.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Miss Eliza came.

As Anna had seen in a hurry the last time, Eliza was a social flower, but she didn't smell of dust.

The white face was very attractive because it was young. Her teeth are small and neat. Her bright blue eyes and her golden hair are almost like coming out of a painting.

Eliza looked at the new dress, her eyes were shining, and she exclaimed, "it's beautiful!"

Anna wrapped up her clothes and handed them to miss Eliza's maid. She said with a deep smile, "this party, you will bring spring to Russia ahead of time."Prokhov looked at Anna and exclaimed: no wonder his brother doted on him so much!

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