[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter39 She is sure that the loyal dog will come back!

A few weeks before, Dmitry Nekhludoff, the entangled youth, had surreptitiously found Katyusha and slipped her a hundred-rouble note in an envelope.

Katyusha took the envelope swiftly and kindly, showing eight white and shiny teeth, and said with a bright smile: "Thank you, Dmitry Ivanovich, I like this gift very much. I have to Say, the wedding present you gave me was ingenious."

"Marriage...a wedding gift?" Nekhludoff's rosy face suddenly turned pale, as if swept by a blizzard, he said hesitantly, "to...marry? You...you want to get married gone?"

"You didn't know?" Katyusha raised her two delicate and charming eyebrows, and said with a self-blaming expression, "I was so inconsiderate that I forgot to notify you! Then I will tell you now. Hello, bless me, my dear friend, I shall be married in three weeks..."

Nekhludoff stumbled and stammered a few words of blessing that he couldn't understand, his face turned blue and white and fled.

I'm not done yet, Dmitry Ivanovich~

Leaving his aunt's house in a hurry, on the way back to the front, Nekhludoff was full of remorse and self-blame that "I seduced the girl and made an angel, and then turned her into a witch".

On the wedding day, according to custom (Maria Ivanovna and Sofia Ivanovna insisted on strict observance of all customs), Karenin did not see his bride, but dined at an inn in the country : The gaslight is soft, the velvet chairs are soft and comfortable, the napkins tucked into the embroidered collar are freshly washed, the oysters are fresh, the old Saber white wine is just right, the flounder and roast beef sauces are abundant, even on weekdays Even Karenin, who did not pay attention to appetite, had to praise him.

The church was brightly lit, the pair of chandeliers and all the candles before the icon were lit.The gilt on the red ground of the iconostasis, the golden reliefs of the icons, the silver light of the chandeliers and candlesticks, the flagstones on the floor, the rugs, the banners above the choir, the steps of the altar, the old blackened The books, the priest's black robe, the deacon's vestment—all were bathed in light.

On the right side of the warm church, in the throng of tuxedos and white ties, uniforms and brocades, velvets, silks, hair, flowers, shoulders and arms of sex, and long gloves, there is a restrained but lively conversation, the sound of conversation There was a strange echo in the high cupola—all relatives and friends who lived not too far away and could come—only then did Katyusha realize, or recall her own memory. The husband is an orphan, raised by his uncle, who has never experienced the happiness, joy and warmth of a family.

With deep sympathy for the groom, he was held by the groom in a strange and awkward posture, and walked to the pulpit.

Although she tried to remember some good memories—this was the first time she got married so many times and in so many years—the sense of disobedience of being teased and teased by others still lingered in her heart.

In contrast, Karenin is also unusually rational and calm.He devoted all his energy to the officialdom, and family life to him was just one more person to eat and sleep with him.

A beautiful young girl...

His tired, piercing eyes fell on the bride in his arms.She was wearing a long snow-white dress tailored by herself. Although her white and plump breasts were half exposed, she did not arouse evil thoughts in the slightest, but only felt holy.The long veil covers her black curly hair in a high bun, and she wears a crown of orange flowers, so elegant, moving and full of vitality...

Karenin lowered his head and whispered: "I didn't marry you because of your graceful figure, graceful movements or charming demeanor, nor did I have similar thoughts because you were young, beautiful or kind and lively..."

At this time, the priest lit two candles carved with flowers, and held them slantedly with his left hand, so that the candle oil dripped down slowly. He turned to face the bride and groom, and handed the white candles to them.

The priest, wearing a silver embroidered cassock, asked the bride and groom to kiss the crown, and after the cross was drawn, they kissed the cross again.

"Lord, bless-us-us," the solemn syllables sounded slowly one after another, and the sound waves made the air vibrate.

"Thank God forever and ever," answered the old priest in a humble, singing voice.The chorus of the unseen chorus resounded with great harmony throughout the church from the windows to the cupola.The voice gradually became louder, lingered for a while, and then slowly disappeared.

When the deacon had finished his prayers, the priest turned to the bride and groom with a book in his hand: "Eternal God, Thou hast united two divided as one." He said in a soft singing voice, "And ordained They have lived together for a hundred years; you once blessed Isaac and Rebekah, and blessed their descendants according to the covenant; now I wish to bless your servants Alexei and Ekaterina, and lead them to the road of happiness Road. Lord of our lives, loving and benevolent, to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, for ever and ever."

"Amen!"

The voices of the invisible chorus echoed in the air again.

The solemn and solemn ceremony is still going on, and the guests are attentively observing every detail of the ceremony-these ceremonies are always so fascinating.

For God's sake, why did I fucking agree to wear a wig...so heavy it would break my neck!

The thousands of words in Katyusha's heart turned into a complaint.

Finally, the kind old priest rescued her from the danger of breaking her neck.With a benevolent smile on his lips, he took the candle from the newlyweds and said in a low voice, "Kiss your wife, kiss your husband."

Katyusha stood straight, closed her eyes, and let a complete stranger who had become her husband kiss her on the lips.

The first ^ night, the first marriage and the first kiss, dedicated to the horrible world of "Resurrection" and "Anna Karenina"...

After the wedding, the 35-year-old Karenin took his wife 16 years younger than him and embarked on a honeymoon trip to Paris.

For Karenin, the so-called honeymoon trip was nothing more than a one-month break away from the department where he worked. For Katyusha, this trip had a different meaning.

She returned to box five of the People's Opera in Paris - where Marguerite took little Eric to the theater countless times between 1848 and 1849 - but did not hear any legends about the theater ghost; Back at No. 20 rue d'Antin, his former residence in Paris, he found out that Eric left France for the East more than [-] years ago, where he regarded the palace as a magic box for magicians to imagine and create freely. The sultan and emperors built palaces of maze-like complexity and luxury, and his genius was unleashed as never before...  

Well done, Eric.

If we are destined, we will definitely see each other again.

At that time, don't just break other people's necks TAT......

The author has something to say: neck pain QAQ