Chapter 90

Anna was a little hesitant about the children. After all, she was a woman, more rough and careless than men. There was always a little more sensitivity in her. However, Karenin's consolation eliminated them and replaced them with a heavy sense of satisfaction and comfort. In the hot season, it was like fruits and melons to relieve the heat.

The upper class ladies of Petersburg couldn't wait to stir up in May, let alone the grand ball that was about to begin.

Perfume powder, lace ribbon, various accessories, in the hot summer wind, also gradually fly from the window to the ladies' catalogue.

Karenin can't say that he didn't pay attention to these phenomena, but in the past, these phenomena were just more substantive references to him, which were the consumption habits of a class, rather than being classified as a woman alone.

However, after all, the government official found himself a secretary who did not like to abide by the rules and liked to be silent. That morning, when he was about to leave work, the well-dressed and decent secretary asked, "tomorrow is the dance. Did you give anything to your wife?"

The words "dance" and "gift" turned in Karenin's busy mind, and then slowly condensed into a question mark.

What a clever man he is. As a secretary, he has all the keen observation that a secretary needs, in addition to being a little grumpy and stubborn sometimes. To a certain extent, a secretary like slything can just make up for the imperfection of this official.

"Generally speaking, as newlyweds, especially at such a big dance, ladies dress themselves up for their husbands and fight for some discourse power for their husbands in such social occasions. I think husbands should not just bury themselves in processing documents and then let their wives and children think about it." Said slythin, smiling.

This gentleman is the only one in this office, or in the whole department, who dares to speak to Karenin so wantonly.

"Do you want me to prepare it for you?" When he saw his family's last contemplation, he made a suggestion, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't stop.

"I think it's better for you to prepare it yourself." He couldn't help saying.

"Well."

Karenin did not argue much. Although he understood the joke, he also understood the consequences of arguing with slythin. A lot of it's just a waste of time, and he has to set aside more time to think about what gift would be more suitable for his wife.

"I have been to a shop and there is a man who looks very much like your wife." Said slutin casually, and gave the place name.

Karenin listened and frowned. He knew it.

"Maybe you can go and have a look. The jewelry there is very good." Still, he offered advice for his boss to choose from.

Flowers, dresses, powder

Karenin pondered in the carriage, and finally he came to the shop where he had been before - a jeweler.

He once bought "flowers of the sea" to Anna, but he did not have the impression of the woman who looked very similar to Anna.

He got out of the carriage and sent Peter back first.

For convenience, Karenin changed his civil uniform in the dressing room of his office. At the moment, like ordinary middle-class people, he was wearing a decent tailored suit with a good look, and did not specially bring a civilized walking stick. Generally speaking, Karenin was a man who advocated simplicity and more valued comfort. The view of clothes is not fancy, but the comfort of the fabric and the overall appearance of the stable and decent effect.

In the era of peace, most nobles, both men and women, put more love and energy on pleasure. Although Karenin was not an ascetic monk, he still followed a certain concept of restraint and frugality.

Therefore, the official didn't like the rich women who usually came into the shop, nor the proud and indifferent ladies with only one or two maid. He just stopped at the door of the jewelry store, and then entered the shop at the same pace as usual.

There are not many people in the shop. They are decorated in a certain way, but the ornaments sold are ingenious.

A clear voice let Karenin's eyes look at the past.

"Do you need anything?"

The girl was tall, with a pair of thin eyebrows and a light pupil. Her smile was inexplicably infectious and sweet. At first glance it looks like Anna.

"Sir?" The young girl asked tentatively, because Karenin didn't speak. When he looked carefully, his face was always a little cold, and the pupil which should have been bright blue was somehow frightening. Even the most experienced politicians looked at it with a shudder, not to mention a girl from an ordinary family.

It was this subconscious reaction that made Karenin sober up.He said it casually, in a low voice and in a calm tone, as if he had a mild temper, which could be classified as being agreeable, but in fact it was not intended to delay too much.

This slight contrast makes the girl can't help looking at Karenin's back when he leaves, but the arrival of the next wave of guests soon attracts all her mind.

The sky was gradually darkening.

Anna looked up from the table and looked at time, then rubbed her aching arms.

She got up and asked anushikarenin if he was back.

"Not yet, Madame." Anusika replied.

"Do you need to send someone to the Ministry to inquire?"

"No. It's a bit of a fuss to disturb him for such a trifle, and he said he would be back late today Anna said with a smile.

She is used to such a day now.

In the past, whether men or women, in the rapid development of society are used to the pace of life in a hurry, so-called waiting is very rare. Even if there are such days occasionally, there are more things to fill that mood.

And here, there is no electronic equipment, it seems boring, but Anna can always find something to make her happy.

In the morning she continued to finish her grammar class. In the afternoon, she would go to the shop to have a look, or ask Tom to take care of it. Then she would draw pictures in the room. Now she would go to the kitchen to have a look.

Sasha, the cook, has long been used to her mistress. Other ladies and ladies don't like to come to this place.

"It smells like raspberry." Anna sniffed the air and laughed like juicy berries. The sweet color made people happy.

"Yes, ma'am. It's very fresh. I made a lot of jam." Sasha shows Anna the jam she's cooked, and the latter is patient with the desire to taste it.

"You can try it." Said the cook with a smile.

Anna felt a little embarrassed, but she tasted a little and praised Sasha highly.

"Of course, it's a craft handed down from my mother's mother." Sasha said with some pride, "my husband didn't like sweet food very much before. I don't have much place to play my craft. Now you like to eat, and I'm happy."

"It seems that I am a lucky man!" Anna and Sasha had another chat before she left.

She looked in the hall, and the housekeeper was directing some of the servants to put the repainted ornaments in place, and she had learned something about painting with Colney, who was very happy to talk to her about it.

None of the servants thought it strange. Their hostess was always very kind. The furnishings of the house had hardly changed, but everyone became happier and more relaxed.

No one is serious about the reasons, but everyone is more than happy to see their hostess.

After disturbing all the people who could be disturbed, and having finished all the words that could be said, Anna stopped and gazed at the window sill.

Her right hand was holding her cheek, and her lips were smiling. It was clear that she had fallen into some kind of memory, and the person in the memory came into her sight, just as Anna had seen each other for the second time a long time ago.

The same dress, the same pace, and even the appearance of raising hands do not seem to change.

That not long courtyard, green grass, but not as bright as his deep golden hair.

"Look at me, look at me..." Anna said cheerfully in her heart that she didn't expect it to work. Even after she had said so happily, she had planned to take the skirt directly down, but maybe there was a God or God in the world.

When those blue eyes look at her, it seems that there is a boundless light cutting through the clouds, like the doomed encounter in the story. If the princess's favorite person looks at him, he will get a sweet kiss whether he is a prince or a knight.

Anna ran with her skirt in a rather disrespectful way, as if the wind was chasing her hair. As she walked down the escalator, Karenin happened to come in.

The familiar eyebrows and eyes, there are habitual wrinkles between the eyebrows. Before the lips, which are always revealing their sense, are opened, Anna has run over, padded her feet, and gently kisses each other's mouth.

Alexis, I love you She murmured, the color of joy on her face could not be concealed.

Some startled officials almost forget to see if there are people around, but fortunately, they have an able housekeeper.

Anna released her partner with a smile, and a thin layer of sweat came from her forehead, and her cheeks were as moving as softening the color of roses and sunshine. She didn't say a word, just stretched out her hand, like a child begging for a gift.

Give or not?

If the interest between husband and wife is done by other husbands, it will be accompanied by a burst of teasing. However, the rigid official just acts naturally and hands the bouquet to his wife. He has always had no expression, and his cheeks, which are famous for their natural skin color, also have a slight blush. However, between the words, the official still retained his dignity and style."Sloudin said," Karenin pauses, unlike the eloquent husbands who say that they have done as much as two hands if they have done a nail for their wife. The man who appears to be very clumsy in some things chooses to tell the truth honestly, "when his wife goes to the ball, the husband always supports him."

"Why send me marigold?" Anna didn't mind. She still asked with a smile and even sniffed at the flower.

Even Karenin smiles at the flower.

"I have to say, Anna, this flower is not the best in the shop, it's not gorgeous enough, but it always strictly abides by its own florescence. In fact, I think it's my favorite."

"So you gave me your favorite flowers, didn't you?" Anna finished for Karenin.

The man nods, the lip corner takes a silk light to smile: "yes."

Anna took a deep breath, hugged the flowers again, and bent her eyes.

"I love it."

"I like you to share what you like with me."

Anna took Karenin's arm with her free hand and said, "I want to put them in your study."

"What do you think of that earthen looking pot?"

"It was made by a famous master. It was..."

"I know, I said it on purpose."

The young woman cleared her throat: "I like to hear your serious explanation."

For a long time, it was a gentle reply.

"I know, Anna."

Later, when he asked his boss if he thought the young lady and his wife looked alike, the senior official in Petersburg just said, "it's not like it."

There are so many people in this world, even have the same facial features, but the soul can only be the only one, memory can only be the only one. Between a glance and a smile, in the passage of time, Karenin's eyes have always been the only woman.

Only her small eyebrows are so stretched, only her gray eyes are sprinkled with stars, and only the corner of her mouth can have the kiss that Karenin is looking forward to.

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