It was very quiet when they went back. Anna took Karenin's hand in the carriage.
"Holding hands is also a necessary homework." She blinked and said.
Karenin seldom saw people holding hands like this, with fingers embedded in each other's fingers, and there had never been such an intimate behavior in the circle he was familiar with.
But seeing her happy face, this kind of strangeness is not worth going into.
When he was sleeping, Karenin came out of the wash and saw someone patting his pillow.
"Although I don't have a fever now, I think that being warmer will make my body better," she said.
Karenin knew it was an excuse, and he didn't poke it. If he is the kind of person who is good at making love between men and women, he is afraid that there will be more sweet words at this moment. But Karenin never was. Fortunately, his wife didn't care about it either.
Throwing off the quilt and falling asleep, a small and soft body rolled over in his arms. Closer to his heart little by little, Karenin thought, maybe it's not too bad to be so rational sometimes.
"Good night, Alexey."
"Good night, Anna."
Anna did not forget the dinner the next day. The dinner party started at six o'clock in the evening. Karenin had officials who had to visit during the day, and Anna was preparing clothes for the dinner party.
She rummaged through the closet, and found that most of the clothes were not of her favorite style and had to be tied around the waist. Anna felt that this was too much for women.
She couldn't make too many changes before, but now, she plans to make herself more comfortable to wear.
She likes the texture of velvet, which feels smooth to the touch, but the sleeves don't quite fit the dress. After thinking about it, Anna picked up the scissors and cut off the sleeves, and modified them a little to make them look like gloves. She stitched the velvet skirt close to the thigh.
The collar doesn't need to be changed, it's already opened low enough.
Ana glanced at her hair in the mirror, then let down the little bangs that looked like pot lids, they were now a little longer.
Although this kind of small bangs like a pot lid is popular now, in Anna's opinion, it is really not very beautiful. She braided her hair and coiled it, and finally chose round pearls to adorn her earlobes.
Anna touched her collarbone, then chose a pearl necklace.
Finally, a warm enough coat to wrap yourself up.
The collar of the coat made of fox fur is fluffy, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance. Anna has discovered this a long time ago. Obviously, no matter whether it is from ancient times to the present or from China to the outside world, women's pursuit of beauty remains unchanged.
After she finished these, she glanced at the time again, and it was almost time for Karenin to come back.
Anna lifted her skirt and walked to the door of the suite. Sure enough, she could hear steady footsteps when she listened carefully.
The voice was very rhythmic, and the steps were not too big or too small, and each step was very steady, which showed that the master was concentrating.
When the other party wanted to open the door, Anna opened the door with a smile on her face: "Welcome back."
The man froze for a moment, then regained his composure.
"How do you know it's me? Anna." Karenin asked as he entered, and then added: "It's not safe for you to do this."
"First, there won't be too many strangers knocking on the door. Second, I can hear your footsteps."
"Your footsteps are different."
Karenin looked Anna up and down, then frowned: "You wear too little."
"Don't you think it's better to express your opinion that I don't look good in this dress than wearing too little?" Anna was a little frustrated.
Upon hearing this, Karenin looked at his wife carefully again, and finally said: "In my opinion, there is not much difference, you have always been like this." After finishing speaking, Karenin picked up the coat next to him, Wrap Anna.
Then he found his wife looking at him again with those shining eyes.
"Did I say something that made you happy?" Karenin was a little puzzled.
"My God, you said it!" Anna laughed.
"I don't understand which sentence makes you so happy." Karenin straightened his wife's collar. He didn't want Fang to get sick again.
"You are responsible for your own health, Anna."
"Isn't there you?" Anna said briskly.
Karenin withdrew his hand, and then said: "Each of us is responsible for our own health. Although I am your husband, I will always do that when I can take care of you. But after all, I am not always I can stay by your side every moment."
He finally said earnestly: "It's irrational to expect others to live forever."
"Okay." Anna humbly accepted Mr. Karenin's instruction.
Compared with Anna's fine attire, Karenin's attire is simpler. He is wearing a dark woolen suit, very calm, and looks like a government official at first glance. There is nothing fashionable to speak of, and he can't go wrong without being outstanding.
Anna looked at Karenin's clothes until the latter asked her what she was looking at.
"You suit blue, Alexey," said Anna suddenly.
Seeing Karenin frowning slightly, Anna said, "Maybe you can consider making a blue suit, it will look nice."
Karenin said, buttoning his cuffs: "It doesn't suit, Anna. I don't need that color for my work."
"But that's really suitable for you." Anna was a little regretful, but she quickly put this matter behind her for the time being, because she wanted to fix the collar of the other party.
Karenin used to find it unpleasant to have others tidy up his clothes. In fact Karenin did not like too close contact with others. Even after having another bunch of servants, he still likes to do many things by himself. However, if this person is his wife, it is difficult for him to refuse.
"I'm doing what a wife should do." Anna said with a smile, she didn't know whether she had read her husband's mind or just said it out of sheer thought.
The woman's slender fingers ran across the starched collar, and sometimes the knuckles of her knuckles would touch the man's neck.
The neck, a place that is prone to death.
Karenin endured his own instincts. When he embarked on this political path, he was taught by his superiors, no matter when, never reveal your life to others, let alone let a person's fingers do whatever they want. touch it.
"However, this does not include wives." Karenin added this in his heart, re-correcting his own principles.
Anna didn't know all this, she was enjoying the process of tidying her husband's collar and was satisfied with it. She likes to dress up people, and she likes to see beautiful things.
"Okay." She said happily, feeling that her husband was perfect.
Karenin looked away calmly. He put on his coat, then let his wife lead him out of the suite, got into the carriage, and headed to the venue of the banquet.
The banquet was held at M. de Marelle's house, and it is said that all the planning and preparations were done by his beautiful and capable wife.
People envy M. de Mallelle for having such a virtuous and beautiful wife, and today, the latter is even more beautiful.
Madame de Mallelle wore a rose-coloured dress of silk, very expensive, and smooth. Her waist is also very slender, her back skirt is raised high, and many folds have been made into the undulating appearance of rose petals. The diamond accessories are very sparkling, making her small and full lips charming and affectionate.
Madame de Marelle stood beside her husband like a budding rose and a somewhat ugly rich man. In the beginning, after the marriage of an old man and a young wife started, people always murmured tacitly in their hearts, some were envious, some were jealous, but no matter what, they had to admit that until now, Germany Mrs. Mallelle had no bad things to do with being caught.
When the servants told them that Alexey Alexandrovich Karenin and his wife were coming, many people craned their necks to see what the wife of the great bureaucrat looked like.
Even though it was a dinner party, the lights were bright enough.
The tall official entered with his wife.
She was neither tall nor short among Russian women, and her arms were very slender and slender. Her jet-black hair was neatly coiled, and her gray eyes shone like jewels, as if the lights of the dinner party had been brought into her eyes.
Her hand was tightly attached to her husband's arm, and she paused halfway. People saw that the official seemed to ask something, and the woman answered in a low voice with a smile on her lips.
The smile disappeared from Madame de Marelle's eyes, and the curve of her pretty lips became a rigid curve.