Chapter 77 (1/2)
When enough rain falls, the early summer has passed quietly. Summer heat is evaporating moisture in the air.
Only Anna and Mr. Gorman were in the small shop.
Things were a little different today when Anna came in from the outside and found that Mr. Gorman was not in her usual seat. Some of his excessively pale fingers were not marked with powder, but a little bit of paint.
”Mind if I look at it?” Anna asked.
The man raised his eyes and looked at her, and said faintly, ”I remember that I told you that there was no teaching today.”
”There is no more irresponsible teacher like you.” Anna laughs and doesn't mind the indifference.
She approached each other with her skirt and her eyes fell on the drawing board.
On the heavy paint, the beautiful woman is sleeping quietly. The old man is frowning and staring at each other. The voice of spring is coming out of the window. A touch of tender yellow winter jasmine is blooming quietly.
The girl's reassuring smile contrasts with the man's tangled eyebrows, and the darkness in the room contrasts with the brightness outside the window, which makes people wonder about their relationship.
”Father and daughter?” Anna asked.
”No The dark haired man denied, and his thin lips gently spat out an answer: ”death.”
Anna was stunned.
Mr. Gorman looked at the petals in front of him. Brown paint was applied to the man's tangled hair. Then he looked up at Anna and said with a smile, ”you can't believe it?”
”A little bit of faith.” Anna said that although she was smiling gently, her heart was a little melancholy to understand.
Mr. Gorman's movement stopped for a moment. There was a trace of confusion in his green eyes, which seemed to be hesitating whether to change a painting or not, but soon became calm and clear again. The corners of his mouth relaxed and decided to continue painting, but this time, the man's movements became more gentle.
Two weeks later, the talented tailor in Petersburg left.
Anna saw someone off at the ferry.
Mr. prokhov raised his muscular arm. He was now quite like a sailor. His face was very clean, not quite the same as the crew whistling, but his eyes, like them, always had a sea look.
”You will come back, won't you?” Anna asked, pressing her right hand on her hat.
Mr. prokhov laughed, looking bright and harmless.
”Yes, I'm not sure when,” he said after a pause, ”but I'll call on you and your husband if I have a chance.”
Finally, the big man waved, the mast swayed in the sea breeze, and Anna raised her hand to see her off.
A strong wind blew, the lavender ribbon loosened, the hat fluttered with the wind arc, Anna's voice dissipated in the wind, and then hook the corners of her lips, showing a smile.
Because of the light, the woman's eyes can only slightly narrow. Although she knew who the man was, Anna wanted to see the other person clearly.
In the hot summer sunshine, the figure of a man is pulled long and thin, but never thin.
The light colored suit on him is like the taste of this summer. In the sweaty colleagues, also let people more original taste out of this only belong to the summer feeling.
”What a coincidence.” After Karenin came up to him and carefully put on her hat, Anna said.
”I told you that at least I could come by this time.” Karenin said that it seemed that she couldn't understand Anna's meaning, but his soft eyes made Anna understand that he knew everything.
Anna took each other's arm, she tilted her head, and the sun no longer shone directly on her white cheek. Although the light always wanted to steal over, the husband was always tall enough. That slightly side turn of the body, finally, even the scorching sun has some helplessness, can only reluctantly in the man's cheek next to slap to vent anger.
She laughed and said briskly, ”Alexey, from a decent point of view, should you find me another shopkeeper?”
”I thought you wanted to solve these things yourself.”
”No, no, I want to relax for a while.” Anna said she looked at her husband and didn't mind that at all. After all, all he did was try to keep her safe. In Petersburg, fame is more important to women than anything else. The definition of fame is often determined by your husband's reputation and your own excellence.
It's contradictory. Like a girl's family, if there are too many suitors, it will always damage her reputation. If the women in this circle have such an affair, it is a symbol of your charm.
Anna always thought that in this era, as a woman, she had been labeled as an accessory before she became a monk. When a rich woman pretended to marry another man of the same family, she would become the accessory of this man. Because of this inequality, she wanted to make the marriage more equal.She made a not very clever attempt, but did not encounter too many difficulties, and then she understood. It has nothing to do with her. The reason why she didn't feel any news of wind and rain was that there was a person who resisted for her.
He is always a good man. His identity determines that he needs to be careful not to let his colleagues or political opponents seize any control. Anna should have understood these things best, but she ignored them.
So now, she decided to give her trust without reservation.
”I believe you can do well, Alexis. If you are not my husband and I happen to meet you, I will always ask you to help me She chuckled. ”And fortunately, you are my husband, and I saved a huge salary.”
”God always favors me, doesn't he?”
Karenin looked at his wife for a moment and then said, ”Anna, don't forget one thing.”
”What?” Anna raised her head happily.
”Your husband is an official in Petersburg, and, to be honest, he is in a high position and has a lot of power in his hands. Generally speaking, the person who makes a request in front of me always has to pay an expensive fee. Sometimes money is something else
Anna looked at Karenin's serious manner.
She almost wanted to cover her purse subconsciously, but thought of something that made her feel confident.
Facing the calm blue eyes, Anna thought and looked around. Finally, she decided to get close to each other. She blushed and whispered, ”I'm all yours. What else do you want?”
”Well, that's what you don't want. It's not that I don't give it.” She grunted.
Half ring, when she raised her head, she found that the man in front of her had a suspicious blush.
Karenin raised his hand against his lip and coughed gently. Then he thought about it, approached his wife and said, ”actually, I didn't mean that before.”
After that, he released his left hand on Anna's shoulder and looked at the sea for a moment. Then he looked back at his wife again.
Sure enough, the other side's face was flushed and annoyed.
Karenin gave a gentle smile and then held back.
”Well,” said Anna, looking up, suppressing her blush, and with a deliberate seriousness, ”what do you want?”