They got everything ready in the evening.
The guests came in one after another.
Those black and red faces looked a little excited, but also a little embarrassed. After all, they have almost never received such a formal invitation in their life.
Considering Karenin's identity, Anna rowed away guests from further afield. Most of them are people who work for Karenin's land in the countryside, so this yard can accommodate all of them.
Nastya and her parents were also there.
It took Anna a while to see them. They were standing beside an ordinary oak tree, not conspicuous at all, as if they were talking quietly. She smiled a little, pleased to realize that the family didn't have those thoughts.
"See what?" Karenin asked, approaching.
Anna turned her head to look at each other.
The man wore a dark gray woolen suit, which was different from the satin suit or tuxedo he usually wore to a banquet. This set seems less rigorous.
In the same way, his hair is not completely combed into the shiny and sharp back like when he went to that circle, but he just took care of it a little. Pomade is still as essential as a cane and hat are to a gentleman, it's just a matter of quantity.
Karenin was not a man who cared much about dressing, but Anna had to compliment her husband, who did have good taste.
She doesn't always get too vocal about what she wears, even though that's what she does. In fact, she had hardly said anything since their marriage.
She affirmed his taste, and believed that this rigorous and intelligent man fully understood what image he should let his opponents or colleagues see him appear on the stage.
Generally speaking, in addition to his personal demeanor often bringing joy and admiration to Anna, in terms of clothing, she can also read his mood more accurately from it, and occasionally, like this time, because she did Something made him go from tense to relaxed. This thing gave Anna a sense of accomplishment more than anything else.
The cuteness of a woman is not just about her appearance, but more about her wisdom in judging the situation. Wisdom and talent are always limited, and God is reluctant to give all the advantages to one person. Therefore, people who know how to be satisfied at the most appropriate time are always more pleasing. It is also a sort of secret to living happily in a marriage.
"Saw my handsome husband." She lowered her voice and said sweetly, then opened her gray eyes and waited for his response.
The word handsome was no stranger to Karenin.
From the meaning of the word, handsome refers to the compliments of appearance, demeanor and intelligence. Karenin was not stingy about occasionally praising a certain person in the tentative conversations of his colleagues, in order to achieve the purpose of promoting things in a more concise way. But for himself, he was extremely stingy.
Karenin even admired his own intelligence, but what he was more willing to agree with was his diligence and seriousness. Therefore, most people's compliments on his intelligence do not make him happy from the bottom of his heart, because such people either ask for something from him, or because they are too stupid.
For the word demeanor, he is at least qualified when necessary, but most of the time he is more willing to use indifference to stop those people. There are reasons for the existence of things, but the likes and dislikes of personal emotions are also inevitable. Although Karenin always tried his best to hide and downplay this in front of people.
Then there is foreign trade. Even in his youngest years, Karenin knew that he was not handsome.
His face was too long and his jaw was thin and hard. His eyes were born too soft, so that after he first entered the political field, he tried his best to downplay this disadvantage.
His nose, which he was quite satisfied with, had a small bulge in the middle, but the lines were very clean and neat. When he lowered his head slightly in thought, the profile of the tip of his nose was like eyelashes, which could camouflage some of his expressions.
Karenin did not often do this.
He was referring to that downcast look. He knew that he would not expose anything too much, but even if there was a slight possibility, his extremely restrained and strict character would never allow it.
But now, when her wife was gradually approaching the secret place in his heart, he had relaxed his vigilance in front of her.
Therefore, in this extremely relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, the wife's sudden compliment stunned the government officials, who have always been known for their alertness.
But soon, Karenin's tongue regained its former swiftness.
"The word 'handsome' is not so strict when used on me, but obviously on the whole, it is also a joy that I can bring you this feeling."
He expressed to Anna seriously and peacefully that he knew the fact that he was not very handsome, but he also recognized her praise for him. This completely amused Anna.
She knew she could never count on Karenin to say something like "You are more beautiful" or "I think so" in the next moment, accompanied by an affectionate kiss or a teasing smile.
He is Karenin. When he was young, he must have been the kind of person who liked to choose the same chair at the same time, flick the corner of his clothes, and then sit quietly in the library for an afternoon, like the texture of wooden tables and chairs. , has a texture that is not smooth but well-defined, so that people will not doubt its authenticity.
Anna thought about it, and then asked.
In her vision, this ascetic-like strict and boring habit seems to be contaminated with poetry and sentimentality like peach petals.
Their original meaning should be something that ferments feelings among lovers, but if they are handed to someone like Karenin by the owner, the poetry will be completely stripped away carelessly. Just a certain sharp edge of sophistication and banality remains.
"That's a rather extravagant idea. I had a lot to learn in the beginning, and my temper wasn't very good at that time." Karenin narrated lightly.
He didn't know that whatever he said would turn into something more romantic in his wife's ears. Her feelings for him are always hot, like thick oil paint. But she also knew that if she became presumptuous, this feeling would become a burden.
So just as Karenin would choose to gradually control his temper when he was young, so does Anna's love for him.
She sometimes regards him as her husband, loves him, and adores him. Sometimes I treat him like a child, feel sorry for him, and warm him up.
"I can't help but want to see what you look like when you lose your temper." She joked, hoping to use this kind of inadvertence to let herself participate in his past bit by bit.
It's a bit dodgy, a total penetration in the name of "love."
Anna knows that she is not a very bright person, if she is asked to do other things, she is not so sharp, but for some reason, she is so good at this one, even Karenin None found.
Perhaps, this should be attributed to the fact that she always devotes 90% of her energy to life, but to her husband, 200% is probably not enough.
"You don't want to see that, it's not funny," said Karenin, after a pause, "very ordinary, voice raised, sharper, somewhat unable to control my emotions, not even myself. What irreparable words will be said."
With those last words, the expression on his face became serious.
"In this case, it's better not to." Anna deliberately said exaggeratedly in a regretful tone, then she changed the subject and answered the other party's initial question.
She held each other's arms affectionately. Let him look at the Nastya family.
The most obvious benefit of having a smart husband is that, as a woman, you save yourself a lot of drool and make it more of an amusing compliment rather than a complaint.
Karenin raised his eyelids lightly and said, "Obviously, poverty did not make them inferior to power."
Anna smiled happily.
She was so happy in her heart, because she felt that even though the times were different, they were the same in certain thoughts and souls.
Of course, she also knew in her heart that Karenin was not the kind who thought everything she had was evil for the sake of "freedom" and "equality". Nor is it the kind of noble person who scoffs at wealth.
She just never regarded him as such a saint, so whenever he said any views that were different from his class and status, or showed a little bit of affirmation of the poor, she felt that he was so brave and different. Then affirm what you have always believed in.
Alexey Alexandrovich Karenin was a far better man than he himself said.
The sky gradually darkened, and the stars were sprinkled on it, big and bright, as if they were trying to look at this world with wide eyes.
After Anna and the others returned to the master's place and toasted several times, the people were no longer so restrained. Coupled with the fact that the sky is getting late, the bonfire is gasping, the smell of fat meat is floating in the air, and Mars is licking the dripping fat, as if it is about to join this banquet, beating more cheerfully.
Alexei was the protagonist of this banquet. Although Anna and the others didn't publicize it, everyone still blessed the young man.
Beer and drinks.
Alexei's glass was full of wine, and there were almost no Russians who did not drink. Even Karenin just doesn't drink too much, not completely.
Blessings mixed with alcohol flowed from the boy's throat to his warm stomach. His pale gray eyes seemed to be covered with tears, but upon closer inspection, they were not real tears.
He is so beautiful, with a slender body, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of the ultimate beauty that a boy can have, but when it comes to the bridge of the nose and jaw, the tension in his expression and the indifference afterwards make him have both Masculine masculinity, even if it's still very young. But Anna knew that in the future, this young man would eventually become an outstanding figure beyond Karenin.
At this time, I don't know who it is, and played the music.
Different from the elegance and gentleness of the piano, this music seems to belong to the working people, full of vitality and frankness. After a song is played, it becomes a kind of lingering, like a land shrouded in the setting sun, which seems to contain the heat and emotion of the setting sun.
Anna couldn't help but took a sip of the wine in the glass. Her own gray eyes were also a little foggy. She didn't know whether it was moved or relieved.
The spicy taste brought her back to reality, and she couldn't help coughing lightly.
Karenin at the side heard the noise, and looked at her with concern through the bonfire. At the same time, he moved his hands, frowned slightly, took the wine glass from Anna's hand, and changed her to a glass of orange juice.
Courage is like a rising tide at this moment.
Anna ignored the accusation in Karenin's eyes, she put down the orange juice, then took the other's hand, and said enthusiastically, "Will you dance with me?"
She remembered that when she went to France, she was like a jealous puppy, she just wanted to surround Karenin and show her small white teeth at those women who dared to spy on her. But distressed because she couldn't.
And now, here, who could stop her from guarding her husband's right to dance. If there is really one person in this world who is qualified, it can only be her.
If there was anyone in this world who could force Karenin to do something he was not willing to do, it would probably only be his wife.
The author has something to say: Thank you Yan Ran Su Mo Nong for the reward! Please take the No. 10 confession number plate and enter from the dedicated passage (づ￣3￣)づ
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"Bambi's Weakness"
Long, long ago, there was a man who hated Bambi so much when everyone loved him.
"Hate his curly hair!"
"Hate his dimples!"
"Hate him for being so polite!"
"Hate those Bambi eyes!"
"I hate him for being prettier than me and calling me a girl when we first met!"
So, the young man traded his hair with the wizard for Bambi's weakness.
Wizard: Believe me, if you kiss him, he will cry.
Although a little disbelieving, the young man decided to give it a try. He blocked little Bambi's way home, and then forcefully smacked little Bambi's face in full view.
However, the other party did not cry.
…
After a while, little Bambi, who was a little confused, saw that he was holding back his red eyes as if he was waiting for something. Although it was strange to kiss a boy, the other party seemed to want to get the kiss back, so he hesitated for a moment, and still gently kissed him. Kissed each other lightly on the cheek.
Later, the wizard saw the young man again.
"I love his Bambi eyes!"
"I love his curly hair!"
"I love his dimples!"
"I want to marry him!"
Wizard: [soft persuasion] Boys and boys cannot marry
Young man: I don't care!
Wizard: [with a blank face] Then take the number plate 1001 and get out of the queue! No jumping in line! There are still 1,000 people waiting to confess!