"You can invite them over for lunch, Alexei." Anna said, "I can talk to Mrs. Massage about that scarf, maybe we can talk more." Anna showed a sly look expression.
"Can you?" Karenin asked.
Anna replied confidently: "Of course, I can help you too. Who else can do this except me." She laughed, feeling happy and satisfied because she could help Karenin.
Karenin had never seen someone like his wife who was so devoted to helping her husband. In this circle, people usually do not reject the combination of the right family, and even women know this better than men.
"Can you help me and make you happy?" Karenin asked.
Anna gave him an expression of course.
After a while, when Anna was planning how to entertain the Masachs at the desk, Karenin looked at her back and thought, "I'm very happy, too."
He was happy not just because there was a better way to communicate with him, but because his wife was happy because he could help him, because of him, not just as a husband.
It was more than he had planned for himself, that is, an emotion he had never touched.
Karenin stabilized his mind. He walked in front of his wife, bent slightly, and listened to the voice of the other party.
He's enjoying the moment, absolutely.
When Karenin sent a servant to deliver an invitation to Mr. Masachs, it didn't take long for him to get a reply.
The invitation was handwritten by Anna, who had beautiful handwriting, though sometimes a little grammatical error, but she had an unpaid teacher.
Karenin would always guide her as long as she needed.
Let Anna write the invitation letter, and it is a kind of leisurely lunch invitation. Between the hostess and the female guests, a little political meaning is blurred, making this invitation more personal and considerate, rather than formulaic.
Although both families understood what the meal would ultimately revolve around, Mrs Masachs was desperate to see Mrs Karenin.
"I can't believe that my wife is more interested in another lady than I am in another lady, a Russian lady." Mr. Masaqi began to chatter again. If words can be changed from sound to solidity, they are now It should have been smashed in the head by the solid sound.
"Stop complaining, Freddy." Mrs. Massage rolled her eyes.
"Oh, now you dislike me again. You weren't like this before you got married!" Mr. Massage complained, and he sniffed, "Now I understand why people say that marriage is the grave of love. I defied my The wish of my father who died early and my grandfather who lived a long time, but now I only get 'shut up' and 'dislike'."
Mrs. Massage smiled slightly. She blushed and took Mr. Massage's hand, and said, "That's right, don't like to chatter so much, okay?"
"If I stop chattering, you will wonder if the person in front of you is still your husband." Mr. Massage smiled humorously, like a calmed dog.
Mrs. Massage said "be good, be good" with her eyes, and Mr. Massage didn't think there was anything wrong at all.
What his wife does is right!
When Kabidonitch informed Anna and the others that the guests had arrived, Anna and Karenin went to meet the Masachs.
Mr. Massage wore a regular gown and Mrs. Massage wore an earth-coloured gown, and her dark blond hair was pulled into a nice bun, the most fashionable hair of the moment. Her Mediterranean blue eyes were full of wonder when they saw Anna.
The latter wore an apricot red satin skirt with a white lace lining skirt, layers of lace protruding from the half sleeves, a large bow on the chest, and exquisite Italian calfskin red boots Show a little bit from the skirt.
Raven-haired, yes, Madame Karenin's hair was as black as ebony, and was curled up in beautiful natural curls, and lace ribbons were tied in high curls and worn at one side to set off Looking at the freshness and sweetness unique to the other party at this age.
Anna knew that the other party was looking at her, so she simply let Mrs. Massage look at her generously. Then she stretched out her hands to hug the diplomat's wife, and kissed her passionately on the cheek.
She had to get used to it, and besides, this Mrs. Massage didn't come across as bad.
As hosts, Anna and Karenin ushered the Masachs into the spacious living room, where exquisite tea sets and refreshments were placed.
"Mr. Masach, Madam, please enjoy these Russian desserts. Our cook Sasha is very good at this and baked them specially for you two." Anna introduced.
It was a kind of sweet cake made of chocolate and jam, authentic Russian flavor, and Anna put it on a plate. After all, they were facing a lady who was picky about beauty.
Mrs. Massage took a sip. The richness of the chocolate and the mellowness of the jam, after mixing the flour and eggs in a good ratio, formed a taste that was not too sweet and greasy, with a little sweet and sour taste. In winter, it feels like a prosperous summer.
"It's really delicious!" said Mr. Massage first, as he began to attack his second cookie.
Mrs. Massage, embarrassed by her husband's outrageous behavior, said: "Freddie has always had a sweet tooth, please forgive his faux pas."
"Honey, they're really good, you can't blame me," Mr. Massage said innocently, swallowing the fourth cookie.
"You don't need to apologize at all, dear Mrs. Massage. You know, for the master of the cookie, the words 'delicious' and 'delicious' are the highest compliments!" Anna said with a smile.
"Mrs. Karenin is right, my dear." Mr. Masach said, raising the cookie in his hand, and then he looked at Karenin again, and said bluntly, "You don't like sweets, you just missed it." The third greatest happiness in life."
Karenin took a sip of his tea and said, "I regret that too."
The conversation between those two people seemed to be nothing special, but Anna was a little surprised after hearing Mr. Massage's words.
You know, Karenin is the last person who likes to reveal his preferences in front of others. Although he doesn't like these sweets, he never moves at all in order to accompany the guests. But Mr. Masage, who seemed somewhat innocent, observed it.
Karenin brought up an unembarrassing topic, the two couples began to talk, and finally, under Anna's guidance, she alone invited Mrs. Massacci to sit on the balcony for a while.
The balcony is not open-air, it was remodeled by Anna herself.
The floor-to-ceiling glass completely blocked the cold wind outside. This small place was in the shape of a circular arc. Anna asked someone to make a simple bay window out of wood. It was the Tatar coachman, and he was very skilled. Then she and Anuschka made a lot of cushions together. Anuschka was very skillful, and she made a lot of small baskets made of rattan according to Anna's drawings.
The round table is small and delicate, supported by an iron frame below. The iron frame was also painted a shiny black, and the thin tabletop was covered with a layer of floral cloth, on which was placed a narrow-necked glass vase with a flower in it.
"Please sit down, Mrs. Massage." Anna invited the lady to sit down.
"I like your arrangements, Mrs. Karenin, did you do this all by yourself?" asked Mrs. Masach.
"I still have a lot of good helpers. They all helped me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do it alone." Anna laughed.
Mrs. Massage saw an unfinished scarf in those rattan baskets. It was composed of black and gray diamond-shaped lattices, which looked grand and calm.
"Actually, I've always been curious about how you knit." Mrs. Massage asked.
Anna put things here on purpose so that Mrs. Massage could see them. In fact, she hoped that the lady in front of her would bring this up, but if she said it, it would be a loss.
Mrs. Massage really asked first, which indirectly shows that she likes Anna's designs very much. Unlike those noble ladies who only like to compare prices, this Mrs. Massage has her own unique ideas.
"Ah, let me tell you in detail." Anna curled her lips slightly, and within the next hour, her conversation with Mrs. Massage went smoothly.
She didn't mention those annoying government affairs at all, and she didn't mention the men's fights. She and Mrs. Massacci gave their opinions on the latest fashion in Paris and other places like handkerchiefs, and the two people's Many ideas are somewhat coincident.
"You are a genius! Madame Karenin."
In the end, Mrs. Massage looked at Anna almost in awe, and the latter blushed secretly in her heart. After all, most of her knowledge was from TOEFL and the era she was born in.
"I am not a genius. You have praised Mrs. Masach. Please believe in the wisdom of the people of the world, the wisdom of the Russian people. I would be ashamed if you compared me to an original creator. If you compare me to a I would be happy to be the editor of this book instead of the author!" Anna said, "It's all thanks to the fact that I have many such people around me."
Mrs. Masaqi nodded: "I have indeed heard of the intelligence and hard work of the people of your country, and I am moved by your self-effacing."
"Russia is a country with vast land and abundant resources. If you can stay for a longer period of time, I'm afraid there are more interesting things to tell you." Anna hinted.
There was a look of consideration in Mrs. Massage's light blue eyes, and Anna smiled at this moment, instead of insisting on getting any answer from the other party at this moment.
"Drink tea, Mrs. Massage." Anna used boiling water to brew tea, and then added some jam to it.
"The Russian black tea delivered, I hope you like it."
"Oh, actually, I really like it." Mrs. Massage also hinted, and the two women from different countries smiled at each other.
The conversation on the other side seemed a bit bland, at least it seemed so to outsiders, but only when they bowed their heads and drank tea, could people discern a little bit of the gunpowder that was not giving an inch.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, after the Masachs left, Anna went around to Karenin and said, "Do you want good news or bad news?"
"Bad news? I thought there was good news waiting for me."
Anna smiled: "Well, since you know everything, I won't say anything." After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave, but was stopped by Karenin.
"Anna."
"What?" Anna asked, turning to look at Karenin.
The man's expression was originally calm, but when his wife kept looking at him, he coughed lightly, and then said: "Article 10 of "Must Get Married", each other is a friend who can talk , and I think sharing good news with each other face to face should also be part of that.”
Anna blinked, and then blinked again, until the man in front of her became somewhat uncomfortably stiff, and she couldn't help showing a smile.
"Yes, you still remember!" she said happily.
Karenin said with a serious face again: "I think whether it is me or you, since it exists and has played a very important role in our marriage, no matter what, it is a must to remember it firmly. kind of respect."
In fact, what a slightly awkward person like Karenin wants to express at this moment is: I value this treaty very much. Although intellectually speaking, it is not rigorous and logical, we have publicly admitted that It is, and it needs to be respected. Since it is bound by you and me, so, as one of the parties, how can you forget its content on the premise that I respect it
Once the legal provisions are implemented, they are authoritative. People cannot violate the law and despise the spirit of the law, which will lead to chaos in the whole society.
Siana might not understand Karenin's cares right away, but the former was very patient, so in the end, Anna understood.
Anna felt that she really loved Karenin, so how could she refuse his request.
After that, Anna took a minute to tell Karenin the good news, shared it with him, and made a decision in the next minute, or in other words, Karenin should be the only one in Anna's heart besides her husband and lover. In addition, there is another unique nickname.
The nickname wasn't revealed until one time, to his exasperation, when his wife got drunk.
And a person with Karenin's personality, after knowing that unique nickname that belonged to him, couldn't help but blush fiercely for the first time in his long thirty-two years of life.