Chapter 21 (1/2)

Betsy's house was not far from Anna's, and she went out with a little bit of makeup.

She thought of Karenin's frown when she was pounding clothes in her bedroom in the morning, for clothes piled up like hills.

Anna knew that for Karenin, who was used to having a clear schedule and a clear schedule, it was right to be clean and tidy. Being dirty and sloppy was like throwing a hole of pine nuts he had stored in front of a diligent squirrel with the most powerful machine gun.

Facing this scene of clothes piled up, Karenin must be like the squirrel whose pinecone was thrust by a machine gun at the moment. Because it happened so quickly and was too shocked, he could not think of any language to evaluate the situation. Therefore, silence represents his mood.

”Don't frown. I'll clean it up.” Anna had a long skirt in her arms, and then she came over and kissed Karenin on the lips on tiptoe.

Karenin couldn't understand why women have so many clothes, and they even felt that there was one less in the wardrobe.

Although sometimes he thinks his wife is different from many women, she is more tolerant and optimistic, but it seems that some things will never change.

The weather is always getting colder and colder, but it is obvious that the ladies will always feel slower than the poor for a season.

Anna was wearing a warm, soft velvet dress, and she was wearing a long black velvet mantle. She changed the shoulder a little bit, because she was thinner than before, and the fox hair was beautiful, fluffy and greasy.

Her hair was neatly combed, and some of her curly hair was smoothed with osmanthus scented hair oil. She wore a small hat with a certain pile on it, which was simple but exquisite.

She got out of the carriage and was welcomed in by the butler of Betsy.

”Let me see, you are always so beautiful, Anna.” Betsy met her in a bright dress, her waist pinched thin, but her face very ruddy.

She took Anna's hand and looked up and down with her affectionate eyes without showing any jealousy.

”How beautiful. Did you find a good tailor in Petersburg?” Asked Betsy, her eyes shining.

”I've changed it a little bit. I found that I've lost some weight recently, and it's too troublesome to leave my clothes to the tailors. Sometimes they don't understand what I want.” Anna said with a smile, in order to integrate into the environment.

”I didn't know you had the craft.” Betsy laughed, but obviously didn't take it seriously, but she stopped pressing the question.

She opened a decorative fan made of ostrich hair in her right hand, and took Anna with the other hand and brought her into their tea party.

There are men and women, and they have gathered together.

Anna looked at everyone quietly, trying to figure out who they were.

Let's not say why petsy is the chief representative of this circle. She arranged Anna beside her and introduced all the people present to her affectionately.

The one with a yellow face and bulging breasts was the Duchess of miyakki, who, though not very good-looking in appearance, spoke with great weight.

There are other aristocratic ladies. Most of the men have some titles in the family, but they can't go to the big market. With their good faces, these young men were circling around the ladies in an attempt to make some profit.

”Is everyone here?” A voice came from the other end of the living room. The voice was very young, between childhood and adolescence.

Anna looked up. A boy in a tight uniform came up, his brown curly hair looked very supple, his face with a youthful sprightness, and behind him was a fat man, Anna's cousin.

”Here you are, Anna.” Anna's cousin hugged the former with his chubby fingers and then kissed her on the cheek as a greeting.

”It's all here now!” Anna's cousin said, laughing himself.

”It's up to you, honey.”

Betsy accepted her husband's kiss. She gave a giggle and a coquettish remark.

”You did something. Don't tell me about the painted pottery. I'm not interested

Anna's cousin was obsessed with the collection of painted pottery and engravings. He had the title of Duke. Although he was not interested in political affairs, he was still doing more or less.

”Come here. I have a good place reserved for you, vorensky.” Betsy beckoned the smiling boy to come.

When Betsy's eyes fell on her, Anna knew that the good position was next to her.

Good day, Mrs. Karenin Although vorensky was only 13 years old, he was quite pleasing to the eye.