On Christmas Eve, Karenin and his department will also open earlier, and it will end at noon.
On this day, every household is immersed in the festive atmosphere.
When Anna woke up in the morning, she heard Sarah, the cook, say that it might snow in the evening.
"It would be fun if it snowed."
Russia is still warm this year, and the first snow has not yet fallen.
Anna had always loved winter, and although it was inevitable to be overdressed, snow had always been a luxury in the South.
"It's no fun when it snows heavily, and it will freeze a lot of crops." Sasha muttered, and Anna walked away, not saying such words anymore.
"I seem to have said the wrong thing, maybe I should wait for spring to find some time to walk in the fields," Anna said to Karenin, who was reading the morning paper and waiting for breakfast.
"If you want, I remember that your brother Skiva knew a man who had quite a bit of land in the country."
"Now promise me next year!" Anna said with a smile.
Karenin looked up at her and said, "It's nothing. I'll go to a hot spring in Germany to recuperate for a while in spring. We can come back a few days earlier."
"Travel, there are still a few months. Now that you have said it, I will start looking forward to it right away."
"It can't be called travel."
"Did Grachev say you are not in good health?" Anna asked nervously. She walked up to Karenin with worried eyes.
Karenin softened his expression and said, "Don't worry, it's just a routine inspection."
"I'm not a kid in my twenties anymore, and Grachev said that soaking in hot springs is good for my legs."
Anna touched her knees, then tilted her head and said, "You must not be old. But he is right, there is no harm in paying more attention to your health."
Seeing that Anna was persuaded, Karenin no longer looked at her, but turned his gaze back to the official newspaper in the yamen.
What he didn't know was that what happened just now reminded Anna.
"I will prepare dinner with Sasha, turkey cooking, I want to learn from her." Anna smiled at Karenin, she reported her work during the day.
"If you think it's fun."
"Oh, of course, Alexey, cooking is also a pleasure."
Hearing Anna's answer, Karenin didn't say any more. Although in his rich experience, it is really rare to find a lady who loves to cook turkey in the kitchen, but it is not a big deal after all. Son.
After Karenin left, Anna wore a long dress that was more resistant to dirt. She went to the kitchen to help Sasha prepare dinner materials.
Lunch will be simpler, after all, today's grand finale is the turkey on the dinner table.
When Sasha tied the turkey's wings and legs with string, Anna clicked her tongue: "Oh, poor turkey."
She stretched out her hand and poked the fat turkey smeared with honey, Anuschka pursed her lips and smiled, and the cook rolled up her sleeves to express that they were going to have a big fight.
At noon, Karenin came back, and they had a relatively simple lunch together.
Except for Karenin's days off, Anna had never enjoyed lunch with Karenin on such days. And perhaps because of the exaggerated festive atmosphere, Karenin seemed to be a little more talkative than usual.
They were eating when Kabidonitch, the porter, came and told Anna that it was snowing outside.
"I want to take a look." Anna said, but she was already up.
Normally, none of them would leave the table suddenly when they were eating, which would be inappropriate, but the urgency for Xue at this moment made Anna unable to care about those etiquettes.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the snowflakes flying outside through the glass.
Anna turned around lightly, walked to Karenin, smiled brightly and said, "It looks like there will be snow soon."
Karenin didn't react much.
"There will be a lot of snow." Anna repeated, this time in exchange for Karenin's somewhat troubled gaze.
"Then what?"
Anna's eyes widened, and she finally lowered her head and sighed.
"Okay, forget it for now, we'll talk about it when there's snow," she said before sitting back in her chair and continuing to enjoy her food, looking super happy.
Karenin still looked at his wife in confusion for a while, and finally resumed his meal.
Mushrooms, food, bad smell, energy.
Beef, food, energy.
Carrots, food, sweet taste, energy.
…
Why is she so happy because of the snow
Karenin still doesn't understand the clear food and his wife who is always difficult to understand.
In the afternoon Karenin stayed in his study to deal with some government affairs. Maybe ordinary officials can relax a bit on this day, but Karenin always has various things, and Anna has no objection to this. After all, if Karenin chooses to break up with his work, Anna will start to worry.
Perhaps, she must suspect that her husband might have been abducted by aliens
In short, both couples have their own affairs.
"Ma'am, is this one?" Annushka dug out what Anna wanted, which was in Anna's dowry, the fur that Skiva gave her, golden brown fox fur, felt It feels super good.
"Yes, that's it." Anna nodded happily, then she scribbled on the paper, and then made a gesture to Anuschka, indicating that she needed to make it like this.
"I've never seen anything like this." Anushka was a little surprised.
"In colder places, hunters like to use such knee pads to resist the cold." Anna said, lest Anushka continue to ask this question.
"It's so pretty, ma'am." Annushka liked Anna's design very much.
Anna gave the things to Anushka. Although she can design some things, it is impossible for her to be a modern person who can pick up a needle and thread and be able to fly around. Besides, Anushka's craftsmanship is very good, it would be too wasteful to keep such ready-made handcrafts unused.
But, she blinked and thought, maybe she could learn it herself. After all, gifts made by oneself are always different from gifts made with the help of others.
By the time it was almost seven o'clock, there was already a thick layer of snow.
Anna took Karenin out into the yard after supper.
"Let's play in the snow!" Anna suggested.
Karenin frowned: "Anna, it's getting late, and it's too cold, you might get sick."
Karenin is always so pragmatic, and a little puzzled.
Therefore, when Karenin came to pull her, she refused.
"At least, build a snowman with me." She struggled.
So Karenin maintained such an awkward gesture, as if he was forcing a child to leave her beloved toy.
Karenin quickly glanced around, and then saw Sasha and the others forming a circle, and looked away unnaturally after seeing his gaze. Kearney looked over Sasha's head unnaturally and spoke.
Karenin was silent for a while, and then quickly raised his head to glance around. The people headed by Sasha all looked at his wife with a "poor hostess" look, and looked at him occasionally, and their eyes changed to "really Cruel hostess".
Karenin's move was so fast that the servants had no time to look back, but in the end, they all watched with relish, especially Sasha, who said in a doting tone: "Oh, sir, don't be so Old-fashioned, I will make a pot of hot ginger tea for you."
"My God."
Before Karenin could react, his wife got up first.
When Anna saw Sasha and the others, she blushed, then stood up straight and said dryly to Karenin: "Let's go."
But to her surprise, Karenin said: "We can build a snowman if you want."
Anna looked at each other in surprise.
Sasha lit candles on the ground so that more light could reach them. So, Anna wasn't sure if it was lights or something on Karenin's face.
"Come on, Anna," said Karenin, crouching down, and began to make snowballs, and finally rolled them.
It wasn't a technical job, and although Karenin didn't do it often as a kid, it wasn't difficult. He made a snowman's body, and made a snowman's head next to him.
Karenin piled the snowman's head on top of his body.
Anna fiddled with some stones out of nowhere, and even a carrot.
"A snowman without a carrot nose is not a snowman." Anna was shivering from the cold, but still smiled happily.
Karenin looked at the snowman seriously, it was really ordinary, and he didn't feel much fun until now.
He still doesn't quite understand why his wife likes this kind of cold game.
However, looking at her reddened cheeks from the cold and her happy smile, Karenin felt that maybe making a snowman is not interesting in itself, but there will always be an interesting part.
They went back into the lobby and started drinking.
Anna poured Karenin a glass, poured herself half a glass, and they drank, and while they were drinking, someone began to sing. Karenin looked over and saw Kabidonitch, the porter.
The room was bustling, he drank wine, looked at his wife's flowery smile, finally he smiled softly, and drank the glass of wine when no one was paying attention.
When he put down his glass, he saw his wife looking at him with shining eyes.
Karenin slowly stretched out his hand under the table, held the little hand, and saw his wife's shy smile again, and felt the other's finger snap back.
"Here's my Christmas present to you, Alexey," said his wife, smiling slyly.
Karenin felt that a wave of drunkenness was steaming in his body, and it was hazy, and even his wife's face seemed to be shining with bright stars.
He nodded slightly and said, "I like this gift."
"You're drunk, Alexei." His wife's sweet voice rang in her ears.
Karenin said calmly: "I'm not drunk." Of course he wasn't drunk, the world just disappeared at once, except for the appearance of his wife.
This is a wonderful Christmas Eve, he thought, and he put this memory in his heart and kept it properly.
The next day, Karenin found another gift that belonged to him under the Christmas tree, a dark blue hand-woven scarf with his initials at the end, woven with silver-gray silk thread. There is also a pair of knee pads, fur material, all three gifts seem to adhere to a concept.
The snowman in the yard was only discovered during the day, and it was blocking the door a little bit abruptly, but no one could bear to move it away, after all, their husband discovered it was not decent early in the morning thing, but he didn't say anything, just acquiesced to its existence.
Today is Christmas and everyone needs to rest.
It's Christmas, so all of their husband's unreasonable behavior is reasonable, including wearing a scarf around the house.
Of course, it's Christmas after all, isn't it? As for all the incidents caused by this scarf, that is tomorrow's business.