Seryozha was a kind-hearted boy.
He loves books, but is a little sensitive. This happens when Anna tells him some fairy tales, and if it hadn't been for a heartwarming comedic ending, Seryozha might have been morose all day.
At first, Anna tried to explain to Seryozha that they were just stories, but the pretty little face turned to her, and his father's blue eyes looked at her sadly, and asked: "But I know, sometimes these Things happen to us too.”
Anna knew he was referring to the fact that sometimes they had to part with some people. Although they can still take some time to find those people if they wish, the separation is still an undeniable fact.
"I know I shouldn't be sad." Seryozha sniffled. "I'm sorry, but I think I'm a little out of control."
He apologized so sincerely, as if he was a burden to others because he was too compassionate, and at this time, Anna was completely reluctant to say anything else. In the end, she just had to try not to give him these stories with sad endings.
And when Seryozha himself could read, this protective act of coddling made it impossible to completely avoid those sad stories.
That's it for today.
Seryozha, like his father, had the habit of reading in the morning.
After waking up, he will wash up, but there is no rush to change clothes. White robes are very comfortable.
He likes to sit on the edge of the window sill, which is covered with soft fabrics, and there are many soft and embroidered pillows. For a six year old's room, everything is in order.
The books on the bookshelves were neatly arranged and there were hardly any stains. You must know that these days, even if little boys like to read, they also like to flip through them casually while eating. It is almost a fact that parents have long recognized that books have become tattered. But Seryozha cherished every book.
He is still a little immature, but he can see that there will be a pair of beautiful hands like his mother in the future. When touching the pages of the book, they are always gently.
When reading, the boy's strength is always gentle and restrained.
Seryozha leaned on the pillow, more lazily than in the daytime. The face with a little baby fat was dyed golden by Chen Guangdu, and the long eyelashes were curled up, occasionally blinking a few times.
In half an hour of reading time, Seryozha finished reading the story.
Then, at breakfast, the mother was the first to notice that her son was feeling down.
"What's the matter? Baby." Anna asked.
Hearing this, Seryozha, who was holding a fork in his right hand, raised his head, pursed his lips, and said: "I read a very good story, but at the end, the boy and his My friends separated. They live far away, and it may be difficult to see them again."
"It's kind of sad."
After Seryozha finished speaking, he repeated it in a low voice, his lips trembling slightly.
"It's really sad..."
The adults also stopped eating. Anna slightly raised her eyes to look at Karenin, who seemed to be in some kind of thinking.
Anna raised her hand and put it on the back of Karenin's hand, conveying "don't worry him" with her eyes, and the latter nodded slightly.
After Karenin left to go to the ministry, Anna held Sergei's hand and said with a smile, "Let's go to the countryside for a picnic later, shall we?"
Seryozha's eyes widened in confusion, but in the end he just nodded in agreement.
"We can bring your favorite book." Anna said when she was packing her things.
Seryozha smiled.
"You are the best mother." He said, unable to resist giving his mother a hug.
"Bring some mosquito repellent," Annushka said.
"Ah, you decide, you always think very carefully." Anna said to Annushka, who smiled.
The cook Sasha prepared very exquisite meals for them, and carefully added a lot of fruits that Sheryosha liked.
While Anna was still preparing, Seryozha couldn't wait to come to the hall, and couldn't help talking with the porter Kabidonitch.
"Mom wants to take me to a picnic, and I can also bring my favorite books." He said a little happily, as if he had forgotten all the unpleasant things in the morning.
"Did I tell you that?"
"Yes, you did, and it was a very interesting story," replied Kabidonitch, laughing. There was hardly anyone in the house who did not like Seryozha.
They all liked his pretty face, and even more his happy and sweet personality. This is a good boy, he has the good upbringing of a noble young master, and he never despises others, but is very compassionate.
A few servants knew that their husband was actually a compassionate man, but he rarely showed it, and many younger servants were unwilling to believe this fact. Therefore, after seeing such a beautiful young master, they all agreed that it was hereditary and teaching from his wife.
Seryozha touched the book, then opened his big bright eyes and said: "This is a good story."
"Yes." The porter laughed again, and couldn't help teasing the other party.
"But you pretty much think all stories are good stories."
Seryozha smiled a little shyly.
"It's a really good story," he emphasized.
"No one separates, everything is fine. The hero finds his pony, and he gets a good friend."
"Ah, that sounds really good," said Capidonitch, folding his arms. "I don't know much about the story, but some people like to make things sad, and that's not good."
Seryozha's eyes lit up, as if he had found a bosom friend.
"Yes!"
"Sometimes it's a really good story, but it's so sad."
As if being aroused, Seryozha was a little depressed.
Kabidonitch found out, and scratched his hair: "But it's just a story, don't take it seriously."
"Ah, I know." Seryozha raised his head from his emotions and smiled softly. He is always so considerate and doesn't want others to feel a little troubled because of himself. This is like an instinct, and in the future, this instinct has followed him almost all his life.
Kabidonich breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going." Seryozha changed the subject. "I'll bring you a present when I come back."
"I'm looking forward to it." Kabidonich waved his hand.
Anna took Seryozha by the hand and went to the carriage, asking: "What are you talking about?"
"I told him you were going to take me to a picnic, and since Peter couldn't go with us, I would bring him presents when I came back," Seryozha replied cheerfully.
"I'm proud of you." Anna squeezed Seryozha's little hand, and the latter smiled shyly.
"Gifts are nice, I like presents."
"Peter is fine too, and I like him too."
Seryozha explained.
"But Peter has a job, so he can't come with me."
"So, I can bring him a present."
"You did a good job." Anna said with a smile, "If we like someone, we always need to show it."
"Yes." Seryozha became even happier, because her ideas were praised by her mother.
The weather in May has gradually become hotter. By the small river in the suburbs, Anna and Anushka arranged the picnic cloth and food, and Seryozha helped. After they had eaten, Seryozha and his mother squatted by the river.
"I want those little stones." Seryozha said, pointing to the pebbles by the shallow creek. "Can I take them home? As a gift."
"One or two is fine."
"Well, I'm not greedy," Seryozha said with a smile, "I'll just take two, one for Papa and one for Peter."
"Do you want me to help you?" Anna asked.
"Can I be on my own?" said Seryozha, looking full of courage.
"Yes, you can." Anna decided to fulfill the boy's wish.
"But when you want to do this in the future, you must be in the range we can see, otherwise it will be very dangerous. You know what danger will happen, right?"
"Yes." Seryozha nodded. "I might slip, or step on a deep place by accident, and that would be terrible."
"You're looking at me right?"
"Oh, of course." Anna said with a smile. She watched Seryozha take off his shoes and socks, then she helped him roll up his trousers, then took his left hand to make sure that if anything she would be sure to keep him safe.
Seryozha did not seem to worry at all, he had always trusted his mother so much.
He walked half a meter away from the creek. The water only reached his calf. It was a little cold, but it was also fun.
He stood still for a moment, and then he felt small fish kissing his bare skin. The tickle made him giggle, and he winked back at his mother in a cute "shh" gesture.
"Do you want them?" Anna asked quietly.
Seryozha nodded, then shook his head again, and said cheerfully: "I like small fish, but they are better here." Stream, picked two.
"The white ones are for Peter, and the black ones are for Papa," Seryozha said when he came ashore.
Anna wiped Seryozha's feet and put on her socks and shoes again.
When the afternoon sun fell, she and Seryozha lay together in the shade of a tree, while Anushka insisted on sitting, and she brought her needlework.
"Mom, do you think that cloud looks like a pony?" Seryozha asked, pointing to the clouds in the sky.
"Like, maybe it's really a pony that lives in the sky."
"Then what do they eat?"
"What do you think?"
Seryozha frowned and thought for a while: "Maybe it's the wind?"
"Maybe."
"That's why birds fly in the sky? Because there are also their good friends in the sky."
"Perhaps it is. After all, we live on the ground, so we can't fully understand them, can we?" Anna said softly, following Serezha's childish language, and the latter had a happy expression on his face.
"Look, baby. The little bird has her best friends on earth and in the sky, and she sometimes leaves some friends, but she always comes back, and while her friends are waiting for her, there can be Another good friend, in this way, when she comes back, she will have more friends."
"Will happiness also increase?"
"Yes, it's like we went out for a picnic today, but you brought gifts for Peter and Dad, and you told them our story today, so there are five happy people."
Seryozha thought for a while, then turned over and nestled himself in his mother's arms.
"Do you think I'm not brave?"
"I'm always proud of you, baby."
"The teacher said that I should restrain myself. He said that being too emotional would not make me a useful person. He said that my father would not be like this." Seryozha revealed his inner worries.
"I want to be a grown-up like my dad."
"It is true that being too emotional is not conducive to deciding on a matter, but," Anna kissed the boy's forehead, "it is difficult for a person who has no sympathy and empathy to become a good person."
"It's not that you're not brave, you're just a little too kind. We all feel that this is not a mistake. On the contrary, it is a very precious and beautiful quality."
Seryozha blushed a little and cuddled closer to his mother.
"You swear?"
"Yes, I swear I'm telling the truth, not just because I'm your mother."
"I love you, mother," said Seryozha, clasping her mother's arm with her little hand.
"I love you too baby."
That night, Seryozha wrote in his diary:
"Today I understood one thing. My mother told me that I have very precious things and I should be proud. If I meet a child like me in the future, I will tell him the same, and we will become good friends." friend."
After writing this paragraph, Seryozha's pen paused for a moment, then smiled under the light, and continued to add a paragraph with a little blush:
"Just now, Dad also told me that he doesn't think I will become a bad adult in the future, and he believes that one day, I will become a better person than him."