Celebrity House [Anna]

The doctor came and the diagnosis was a fever. The fat doctor was said to be the best in Moscow, but Karenin was skeptical because the former had been trying to lobby patients for new treatments.Direct palpation is more effective, he says.

Karenin is generally considered a conservative person, but he is not stubborn.

If he considered that Anna needed to go to that extent for the treatment of the disease, he would accept it, but his sensitive tactile nerves told him that the person in front of him was definitely not as famous as the rumors said.

Oblonsky and they came back soon, and Sludin, who had just found a good partner.

"Why do some people ignore me as a doctor and look far away?" Sludin said deliberately.

Karenin frowned: "You lack practical experience."

"Be honest, Mr. Karenin, you are not such a rigid person. Of course, I don't mean in life. In life, you are."

Sludin no longer deliberately satirized Karenin, but sent the famous doctor away with a few words and a false smirk.

"Did you see? It can be seen that fame doesn't mean anything." Sludin curled his lips. He would not take the initiative to quarrel with others, but it did not prevent him from telling the truth in front of those close to him.

"Let me see, Mrs. Karenin, how do you feel now?" Sludin restrained his playful or mischievous expression, and became a little more serious.

Anna should have been a bit novel, but now she is really not very comfortable in her mind, so she answered Srudin truthfully.

Sludin looked at Anna's tongue coating and pupils again, and he said that it was not a serious illness.

"I thought it was serious," said Sludin, shrugging his shoulders and finally winking his eyes again. "It's the first time I've seen him like that, although I never saw Mr. Karenin at all when I was growing up." several times."

Anna slightly raised the quilt, and coughed muffledly under the quilt.

"Would you like something for your cough?" Sruddin asked.

Anna nodded.

After Sludin went out, Seryozha came in. His eye circles were slightly red, and he seemed to be blaming himself.

Seryozha went to the bed, knelt down, took Anna's by his little hand, and whispered: "I shouldn't let you go to the balcony alone, and even if you say you want to be alone, I can't go by myself." Play."

"It's not your fault, I just need to rest for one night." Anna said.

Seryozha kissed Anna's hand, and two tears rolled from his eyes.

"It hurts to be sick, and you must be sick again."

In fact, Anna doesn't like other people's self-blame. She used to think: If it is my fault, I can bear it myself. Will I be happy if I am blamed by others?

She saw Seryozha now, and it was clear that he had nothing to do with it, but the child said it was his fault.It was so strange, but it definitely made her feel a little moved.

"Irrational sentimental behavior," thought Anna, but could not prevent herself from putting her hands on Seryozha's hair.

She straightened the curly hair on Seryozha's forehead a little clumsily, and saw his red eyes look up at her.

"Look, now I pass on half of the pain to you, and you can do it for me." She paused, and continued, "Bear half of the pain for Mom, and the other half won't hurt so much."

"really?"

"real."

Anna lied, although she didn't never lie, but, never once, the reason for her lying was for such a childish idea.

She didn't want to think about it, but when Seryozha was still looking at her, she gave him a positive guarantee again.

How easy it is for a child to trust an adult, just as he believes that pain can be shared.

Seryozha wiped his eyes, and said he would be good.

A child voluntarily and spontaneously said this sentence without any complaints. There is only one answer, he loves the person in front of him deeply.

Anna did feel this love that should not belong to her.

She used to be able to divide this love so rationally and calmly. She even compared whether Sergey loved his original mother more, or liked her more because of what she did.

It sounds really surprising, but Anna used to be like that.

She calculates every emotion, calculates the meaning of every sentence, finds the most beneficial way for herself, lives, in order to avenge that family, and then, no then, she never thought about the life after revenge.

But now, it is indeed different, something has already changed.

Anna tugged at her quilt tightly.

She was at a loss and at a loss, as if the pain nerves were too long, so when it reached her brain, the tail had already been cut off.

When Karenin returned to the bedroom, he saw Anna's expression again.

As if at a loss, after seeing him again, he subconsciously guarded.

The first time, Karenin himself was at a loss and at a loss, and was even stabbed severely after touching the hard shell, but this time, as if he had found some trick, he carefully Get in touch with the cat.

Cats don't like people looking down on them, because for all their aloofness and their fangs and claws, behind the shaggy fur is a tiny, tiny life.

"Feel better?" Karenin asked, he did not pull up a chair to sit beside Anna as before.He seems to have learned of an obscure hobby of his wife.

Yes, she doesn't like to be in contact with others, but in fact, she likes other people's gestures of being close to her very much.If you can hold on until you see through her disguise, because usually people don't like to be stung like that, just like people don't take the initiative to hug a cactus.

Karenin looked at Anna, who looked at him calmly.

After a while, Karenin got up slightly and covered Anna with the quilt.

No hands were opened.

well.

Karenin stroked a strand of hair on Anna's cheek again.

His movements are natural, even because his behavior seems to have a sense of rigid dogma, but inexplicably, in this atmosphere, there is a kind of intimacy, and it can even be said that it is a kind of favor.

Anna turned her head and silently pulled up the quilt.

"Can I get some sleep?" she asks, in a sort of command that you can go.

"Sleep, Anna."

The sick are always privileged, and Karenin left without saying anything.

After Karenin left, Anna pulled back the quilt, and stared at the bedroom door for a while, she thought: maybe marrying a man like Karenin is really happy, but this happiness is really Can it belong to her?

She didn't want to think about it.

A cat gets warmth from a species that is not her kind, but that strange emotion, unknown species attributes, and the cat's own nervousness all hold her back.

As Srudin said, the condition was not serious, so the next day Anna didn't feel any more uncomfortable.She smiled again, to Oblonsky's delight, and only Karenin noticed some evasion of his wife's eyes.

Karenin no longer foolishly wanted to find a solution through Skiva, but in fact, he himself seemed to vaguely know how to deal with it.

Things weren't too bad.

Their marriage relationship is still stable. As a husband, all he needs to do is to give the best answer to the questions in Anna's heart.

The implementation order of the universal military service law is coming soon, and he intends to temporarily put his affairs with Anna on hold.

Karenin's orderliness was just compared to Anna's panic before. After Karenin decided to take a break, she had time to arm herself again.

So, while Karenin was busy getting votes for universal military service, Anna had quietly put her armor back on.And it was already April, a month since they returned from the Oblonskys'.

Because of Karenin's busy schedule and the support of the noble ladies headed by Countess Lygia, women may not be able to vote directly in politics, but a man cannot live without a decent woman, and this decent woman is actually holds great power.

In short, Karenin got what he wanted, and Russia adopted the system of universal military service law.

The nobles resented this system, they could not hate the emperor, so they hated the group headed by Karenin.

Vlamikir told Karenin about the possible results long before he did so, but Karenin didn't care.

"If I'm worried about being resented by others, then I should give up breathing." Karenin sneered.

The cowardly resentment of those nobles would not have bothered Karenin.

"But also think of your wife and son."

"Vlamekil, I was a governor before I married my wife, and I have been in that position since my son was born."

"If you talk lightly about your likes and dislikes, and fear life and death, you shouldn't be a government official."

"But you don't fully consider the interests of the people," Flamekill pointed out.

"I'm not a saint, I'm not a good guy, I'm just a politician, Flamekill. The government pays me to serve the community, not just to serve the underprivileged. Likewise, I With taxpayers’ salary, I will also do my duty. Don’t treat politicians as social dedicationists, but,” Karenin said in a deep voice, with deep meaning, “don’t treat people like lambs. slaughter."

Vlamikir looked towards Karenin, but Karenin just averted his eyes casually, and did not look at him again, as if the glance just now was just random.

"I heard that the lady has separated from her husband, and she herself is in Italy," said Karenin flatly, still looking at the papers in his hand.

Flamekill smiled: "That has nothing to do with me, sir."

Karenin looked up at Flamekir and said, "This should be your private matter. I have no right to ask questions or try it out."

"The trust you gave me outweighs everything." Flamekir said, he took a step forward and took away the official document that Karenin had put on the table that had already been reviewed.

Karenin looked at the back of the young man, feeling a little thoughtful.