Karenin's words are like the most powerful protective force in the world, isolating all disturbance and anxiety.
Anna remembers that she didn't say anything at the end, she just held each other for a long time, until they had to separate.
From that moment on, the world seemed to be different again.
In the past, even though she asked him to do that, she still felt apprehensive when facing the reality, but now, she was fearless.
After arriving at the tailor's shop, after Mr. Goldman came to the shop, Anna said: "I think it's really unfair for you to do this to Mr. Prokhov."
The man with green eyes looked up at her, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten what you are here for?"
"I'm not going to talk to Prokhov, but I don't want you to regret it later."
Mr. Goldman began to settle accounts, and he didn't even give Anna alms with his eyes.
Anna knew that the other party had listened, but since Mr. Goldman didn't intend to respond to her, she didn't say any more.
That's how it is in this world.
When I was young, I thought that everything around me was related to me. When I grew up and met more and more people, I realized that being too enthusiastic can make people uneasy.
Her husband made it clear to her that loving the world was not to be condemned, but that at least she had to protect herself first. After all, for the person who loves you, no matter how good others are, it has nothing to do with him. No matter how worthy others are, it cannot be at the expense of oneself.
"Miss Eliza will come to get her dress today," Anna said. She glanced at the clock. "We have six hours."
"us?"
Mr. Goldman stopped what he was doing, and he raised his head slowly, his green eyes reflected the boy's appearance, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth were full of confidence.
"Yes, I also have to show you my little talent." Anna smiled lightly.
She went to the door, opened the door ajar, and pretended not to be open for business today. Then she assembled the simple dummy mannequin she asked Capidonitch to make in the morning, and hung the ready-to-wear made by Mr. Goldman on it.
That dress is the most popular off-the-shoulder skirt nowadays. Conservative clothing is a big taboo for courtesans, but the off-the-shoulder skirt that is popular now can better outline the full breasts of Russian women.
Because Miss Eliza has very pure blonde hair, the background color is relatively elegant. The butt pads are made high, and generally speaking, there is a hint of holy sexiness.
"Are you thinking of poking a hole in it with your eyes?" Mr. Goldman said coolly, he didn't really place his hope on Anna.
"I've accepted the idea, but don't worry, I've prepared a spare set."
"spare?"
Mr. Goldman sneered: "I'm generously teaching you a lesson now, Pavel. If you really want to do this business, you have to learn the word 'spare' well."
"You really are..." Anna dragged out her tone, saying deliberately, "You are cunning and cunning."
Mr. Goldman glared at her.
"Compared to learning this craft from me, you need to learn some cultural lessons."
Anna laughed: "Okay, I will listen to it, but please let me finish."
"I just think that the word 'spare' is too tasteless, and it is seriously inconsistent with the reputation of our shop. Let those shameless villains continue to laugh."
"We don't need a backup, because we can create something better than this dress, Mr. Goldman, you and I, we can do it together."
"Boy who talks big." Mr. Goldman didn't believe it, but obviously, his mood became better.
Compared with the kind of honest but stupid person, a proud and talented person like him obviously doesn't know what humility is. Anna's unflinching and confident approach obviously offset the impression that she is a "relationship household".
"I'm not talking big." Anna walked to the dummy model, stroking the thin straps of the skirt with her slender fingers, then looked back at Mr. Goldman, and said, "If you use 'off' now If it is fashion, then we will do the opposite and 'wear' it for others."
Anna gestured with her hands, and then said: "Here, add lace sleeves, and the neckline doesn't need to be too low. Make the folds of the skirt bigger, and make the waistline the most natural position. And the back, Lots and lots of velvet flowers. It feels like spring."
"I've met Miss Eliza. She's not tall, and her chest protruding doesn't suit her." After she finished speaking, before Mr. Goldman could say anything, Anna ran to the counter and grabbed Start simply smearing with a pen.
Three minutes later, she showed the painting to Mr. Goldman, who looked at it for ten minutes.
"How is it?" Anna asked a little nervously, not as confident as before.
Mr. Goldman put down the drawing, looked at Anna with his green eyes for a long time, and then said, "Why did you come to me?"
Anna listened, and finally replied: "You know my identity, don't you?"
"Yes and no." Mr. Goldman snorted softly.
"I know you're a woman and I know you can't be from a poor family. But I don't want to know who you are and where you're from. It's just a rich man's game."
"I'm not, Mr. Goldman, please don't think that way." Anna shook her head.
"I don't care about this." Mr. Goldman waved his hand, his lips were a little pale, because he almost didn't sleep last night.
Anna thought for a while and then replied: "If so. I can tell you that if I have any purpose, it is to learn how to tailor with you. Your skills are very skilled. Clothes should bring people the enjoyment of beauty, not put People are locked in."
"This kind of thinking is really, very naive." Mr. Goldman said inexplicably.
Anna blinked her eyes, and then said: "Nine out of ten people would say that. Then, as long as there is one person who supports my idea, I don't think it matters."
Although Anna didn't say who that person was, Mr. Goldman knew it.
In the whole of Russia, there should be no one like that kind of person who can tolerate his wife's nonsense.
"Then do it."
Although his temper is a bit eccentric, Mr. Goldman is not coy about some things.
He often has a cold attitude towards other things, showing that it has nothing to do with him. But such people are also more tolerant of things outside the rules.
Just as they were about to do it, the door was pushed open.
"Sorry, for the time being today..." Before Anna finished speaking, she stopped, bent her eyes and smiled, and changed the unfinished sentence.
"Welcome back, Mr. Prokhov."
Prokhov stood by the door a little awkwardly, staring at his toes, then raised his head abruptly, almost shouting: "I still have to come back, but you have to at least apologize to me, Mr. Goldman. "
"Because you insulted me!"
Anna saw Mr. Goldman's half-closed eyes, but stared in surprise because of Mr. Prokhov's angry words.
Then, the green eyes narrowed dangerously again.
"Who allowed you to come back?"
Before answering, Mr. Prokhov sneezed loudly and loudly, then he sniffled and said inarticulately: "My confidant allowed me to come back."
Mr. Prokhov seemed to have found the courage. He walked a few steps forward and came to Mr. Goldman.
Keep your hands on the counter.
"Although you have always been very mean and cold-blooded, and scolded me a lot, at least you are not a jerk."
"Who gave you the guts..." Mr. Goldman raised his voice, but Mr. Prokhov was more imposing.
"Shut up! I don't need you to be nice to me!"
This time, even Anna was a little surprised. It seemed that Mr. Prokhov knew what was going on.
"I'm not stupid." As if he could hear Anna's inner voice, Mr. Prokhov turned his head and glanced at her when he was attacking his former boss.
"I said I want to stay here, so if I haven't committed a crime, you can't drive me away. If I want to leave, you can't keep me even if you keep me. "
When Anna heard this, she was shocked. She had a certain guess in her heart, and her eyes looked between the two people, but she still didn't say it.
"I said no to the job," said Mr. Prokhov, and he laughed suddenly. "You see, Mr. Gorman, I'm not really stupid. Otherwise I wouldn't have been offered the job."
"That's because their eyes are covered with gum." Mr. Goldman cursed.
"I think you scolded yourself too," Mr. Prokhov kindly reminded.
Mr. Goldman stared at the other party, and said for a while, "Go back to your seat. You have not been at work for a day and a half, and your salary will be deducted from it."
Mr. Prokhov cursed, but soon laughed again, and blinked when Anna looked at him.
Anna swallowed.
"Shut up!"
Mr. Goldman said sharply, and the tailor shop fell silent for a moment.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Eliza came.
As Anna had glimpsed last time, Eliza was a courtesan, but there was nothing romantic about her.
Because the white face is young, it looks very attractive. Her teeth were small and perfectly aligned, and her bright blue eyes, paired with her golden hair, looked like they had stepped out of a painting.
After seeing the new dress, Elisa's eyes were shining, and she exclaimed: "It's so beautiful!"
Anna wrapped the clothes, handed them to Miss Eliza's maid, and said to the former with a deep smile: "This banquet, you will bring spring to Russia earlier."
Prokhov looked at Anna and sighed in his heart: No wonder his brother dotes on him so much!