[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter37 What's going on with this shit?

Although the god of death had missed this amiable old man for a long time, but this time, he seemed to have made up his mind to come to visit and solve the problem cleanly by the way.

Not long after the old Duke's friend passed away, the Duke himself passed away peacefully on a cold and windy early spring morning.

The life of the old duke was a life of eating, drinking and playing, a life of stability and prosperity, and a life of unremitting struggle against the loss of his father in his early years, his wife in his middle age, and his son in his old age.

After saying goodbye to this "old father" who was full of jealousy and unbelievably strict, but who loved her but was sincere, Margaret couldn't say how she felt.

Since staying in this world in a strange way, and since inexplicably crossing the western countries, Margaret has been experiencing all kinds of ugliness, suffering, torture, life and death in 360° without dead ends.

The God of Time Traveling took people to experience the ups and downs and joys and sorrows all their lives, condensed in a short period of more than ten years, and hit her shoulders that were not broad and not strong enough.

She didn't want to go through it, but she had to go through it.

She didn't want to face it, but she had to face it.

She didn't want to watch, but was forced to watch... In the end, she had to look away, see through, see through, and had to look beyond.

Separation and death are the common destination of life, which is staged in every corner of the world and at every moment of time.

At this moment, some people are crying loudly, some are laughing and playing innocently, some are sneaking around, some are speaking uprightly, some are seriously ill and bedridden, and some are struggling to swallow their last breath...

Birth, old age, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, all gather together from different time and space, and staged in front of Margaret...

It turns out that this is what the Buddha called "the appearance of all living beings".

In just one thought, all phenomena of all beings are in front of you.

Margaret felt that if she continued to think this way, she would simply cut her hair and become a monk... No, it would be better to become a nun.So she put away her more and more fantastic ideas, and sent a telegram to the nephews and nephews of the old duke. After obtaining their unanimous consent, she cremated the old duke's body and sent the ashes back to France. .

Be sure to get a good night's sleep tonight, because tomorrow I will pack my bags and return to Paris—of course, if the malicious time traveler allows.

She didn't sleep well, her dreams were upside down, her head was dizzy, and when she woke up, she found that there was light outside the window, and it seemed that it was past dawn.There was the sound of cracking and bumping ice cubes, noise like rapid breathing, and the sound of gurgling water.

The white mist is vast, the remaining snow has melted, and there is a man on the spring bed covered with feather mattresses and crumpled sheets...Huh?

He hugged her tightly, every inch of his hot skin was attached to her, her body was sore, sore and weak...

At this moment, even with a negative IQ, it should be clear what happened.

Who is so bold to touch her bed and fuck her by the way!

It seemed like a good idea to beat the man up and walk away...

She raised her arms, her bare arms were trembling constantly, she couldn't exert any strength at all.

She moved her legs... Nima, a place that can't be mentioned by name is so painful!

... so frustrating.

Hey, wait...how did my pajamas become short-sleeved?The material has also become thick and hard... As expected, you will not let me live safely...

"Katyusha, Katyusha..." The man beside him sensed that she was going to get up, and he was flustered like a middle school student in his first love. He seemed to be trying to find something to say, but the only thing he kept repeating was "Katyusha"...

Good, at least I know what my name is.

Fortunately, in the business dealings with Russians, I have learned a lot of Russian, so there should be no obstacles in daily conversations.

Baozi’s experience fully proves to us that if you learn foreign languages ​​well, you will not be afraid to travel all over Europe!

The steamed stuffed bun wearing Katyusha rubbed her shoulders, the thick and hard underwear made her feel uncomfortable.Sure enough, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

"Katyusha..."

With the faint light from the half-opened curtains, Katyusha could see this man's face clearly: he was very young, only 22 or [-] years old, with fair and smooth skin, a tall and strong figure, and neatly trimmed lips. Neat and mustache exuding artificial fragrance, it looks like a well-maintained nobleman.The ironed Dutch linen pajamas were as wrinkled as the sheets underneath her, and those brown eyes were full of tiredness, deep fascination, but more confusion, regret, struggle, self-loathing, and Desperate... as if immersed in the self-torture of the battle between heaven and man...

The light in the room is not bright enough, but the information she has obtained is enough to confirm the world and her identity.

——She was transmigrated into Tolstoy’s last long masterpiece "Resurrection", and she was dressed as Katyusha, who is half maid and half adopted daughter of a noble landowner —— She is the illegitimate daughter of a certain female serf, born in In the milk shed, he was rescued by the landlady who accidentally moved her compassion...

And the man lying next to her, bewildered, as if he was the one being fucked by a strong woman, is the male pig's foot of "Resurrection", Dmitry Ivanovich Nekhludoff duke...

As for why she remembers such a long and complicated Russian name so clearly - when she read Russian novels, she was repeatedly abused by names that she couldn't remember. The awkward Russian name is memorized by heart...

Having endured such a dark consumption of brain cells, now she thinks of Tolstoy's typical bearded Russian appearance, and she will feel guilty.

Warm and cozy inside, cold and damp outside.

Although Katyusha was dizzy and her body was sore, she still tossed and got up, and walked to the door as Nekhludoff called "Katyusha" hoarsely.

"Katyusha" was behind her, and the sound of a gramophone kept going.

She didn't have the mood to pay attention to this kind of psychic and unhappy person.

Relying on the instinct of her body, Katyusha pushed open the door, walked down the porch, stepped on the frozen snow across the mud pond, and moved back to the maid's room with one foot deep and one corner shallow.

On the river surface, in the white mist, the ice layer sometimes cracked with a "click", sometimes fell down with a "crash", and sometimes made a "jingle jingle" like broken glass.

She lay on the iron bed that belonged to the maid for an hour, exhausted but without any sleepiness, so she struggled to sit up, put on the white dress on the chair, tied the light blue belt, her hands trembling With a lot of strength, I gave up after half-buttoning.Katyusha dried her damp feet, put on her little buckskin boots, and put on the fur coat given to her by one of the hostesses of the estate, the kinder-hearted Maria Ivanovna, when she was worn out, Decided to let the morning breeze of early spring wash her rusty brain.

She had to go out and get some fresh air.

And Katyusha, like a translucent, empty, drunken phantom, wanders through the fields and woods with her feet as if floating in mid-air.Fortunately, she combed her hair in the house, otherwise the early serfs would have regarded her as a wandering ghost.

Despite her frivolous steps and heavy coat, Katyusha's figure still looks slender and lithe.Although she was immersed in wild thoughts for a while, and her mind was empty for a while and she didn't think about anything, she still exuded a calm elegance and charm.

The fog has dropped by half, but the white fog in the forest is still like a veil, blocking people's prying eyes.

At this time, the sound of the rumbling carriage was getting closer and closer, and Katyusha, who was somewhat dull in nerves, hearing and eyesight, was stunned for four or five seconds before she belatedly moved to the side of the road...

She was knocked to the ground by a galloping horse, people neighed, and the scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping was staged again...

"I'm so sorry! Are you all right?"

A man with a typical Petersburg bureaucratic accent jumped out of the car. He was calm and slow, and Katyusha caught him with a single look:

This is a respectable upper-class man, with a handsome appearance, a proud posture, and a dignified appearance. A pair of ostentatious ears are stuck in a bowler hat, which looks very inconsistent with his serious and rigid machine-like appearance and demeanor.His eyes are big, staring, even aggressive, but unexpectedly give people a sense of dullness and fatigue—in short, this is a man who has been in the officialdom for many years, but has not been polished off all his integrity—— Seeing the young girl's skirt being knocked open, exposing her white and tall breasts, the man subconsciously turned his head away, and those protruding ears turned red obviously...

In this way, Katyusha had no chance to explain to him that the buttons came loose because she didn't fasten them properly, and she had nothing to do with him at all...

The man's head turned to the side unnaturally like a robot. After hesitating for a few seconds, he decisively took off his thick coat and put it on Katyusha, and politely helped her up.

Katyusha noticed that he wore a medal on his breast.

"You must be shocked, Miss. Even so, please allow me to take the liberty of asking for your name and where you live, so that I can send you back. Today is really an accident, no matter how much you apologize..."

Seeing that this rigid, robot-like man was about to give a long speech like a high-ranking government official, seeing this man who looked like a man was going to imitate Mr. Collins and chatter... Katyusha said weakly and decisively: "Yeka Terina Maslova..." What were the names of Prince Nekhludoff's aunts?By the way, Ivanovna... "Ekaterina Maslova Ivanovna..."

Then the man also announced his name: "Alexey Alexandrovich Karenin would like to help you."

It turned out that the high official in front of him was the governor of the province—the youngest governor of the province—Alexey Alexandrovich Karenin.

Huh?Karenin?

Karenin!

One "Resurrection" is not enough, "Anna Karenina" is here to join in the fun, what kind of trouble is this going to be!

It seems that the master of time travel is used to wearing one and getting one free...

Katyusha, unable to face the prolapsed wild horse, subconsciously closed her eyes, tilted her head, and fell unconscious.

——Just let Karenin think that I fainted from fright...

The author has something to say: the plot of the resurrection is very simple, that is, a young nobleman seduces Katyusha, a half-adopted daughter and half-servant of his aunt's family, and makes Katyusha degenerate into a female branch daughter... I won't talk about it later, just follow the plot irrelevant.

As for

"Anna Karenina" is relatively complicated. One of the main lines is the story of the noble lady Anna being married to the governor Karenin, who is 20 years older than her, and then falling in love with the officer Vronsky. Marriage, humanity, morality and love.

When I first read this masterpiece, I felt very, very sympathetic to Anna, but now I feel more and more sympathetic to Karenin as I grow older...