[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter 40 is full of dog blood!

Karenin is a good man in the modern sense: he never smokes, rarely drinks (this is especially valuable for Russian men who are addicted to alcohol), works hard, is strict with himself, and abides by all the ethics and morals stipulated in the Orthodox teachings. Morality.At the same time, he gave his wife enough space and trust, never interfered with housework, and never interfered with his wife's social activities.

In Karenin's own words, suspicion and jealousy are a shameful emotion, an insult to his wife, and he should have full trust in his wife-as for why he believed that he was young, beautiful, beautiful, and 16 years younger than himself? His wife will always be loyal to him, Karenin never asked himself, never doubted.

He was an orphan who was brought up by his uncle who was a favorite of the former emperor and a high-ranking official. After graduating from university with excellent grades, he stepped into the official career in minutes.The emotional part of him was suppressed prematurely by reason. Karenin never wanted to spend time and energy to make close friends, but people always have emotional needs. Emotions are poured into his wife.But Karenin's love has always been buried in his heart, and there is no way to express it in words and actions.

Living with such a person, life will be stable and comfortable. The only thing that is not so perfect is: Karenin, who has dealt with the officialdom all his life, does not have a good understanding of real life—no, it is far from the passing line— — Their married life is more like a partnership, lacking real warmth, passion and tenderness.

——Think about it, Karenin's thinking has already formed a set of fixed patterns adapted to the officialdom, treating his supposedly closest wife with an artificial attitude in the officialdom...he deserves to be betrayed by Anna.

But this small flaw is not important to Katyusha: yes, life will be desolate without the nourishment of love, but love is not the only thing that makes life desolate!For her, there are too many things in life that are more important than love: blue sky, white clouds, fresh air, travel that can be started at any time, and a child who is always making noise in her belly.

Three weeks after they met, they were married in a whirlwind fashion, and within nine months of their marriage Katyusha was due to give birth.

When Katyusha used her usual joking tone to wake up her husband who was sleeping next to her, Karenin's reaction was as if he had passed through from an alien world, his eyes were dazzled and he was at a loss: "Well, okay, dear, I know, hurry up." It was born, child..."

He was stunned for a minute, and then suddenly realized that he jumped up from the bed-for a 1-year-old middle-aged man, this movement is really agile-he didn't know what to do, he could only stare at the Face innocent wife while putting on dressing gown.After getting dressed, Karenin stood still in a daze, his eyes still fixed on her blush cheeks, the soft and fluffy black curly hair that popped out from the nightcap and surrounded the lovely face, and a pair of shiny, Eyes like black currants covered with thick lashes.

Until Katyusha pursed her lips and said with a half-smile: "Please, Alexei, don't stick on the edge of the bed like a log, and send someone to call for a doctor."

"Oh, um, doctor..." Karenin walked like a robot, and didn't even notice the turn.He went downstairs, drank half a glass of wine hastily, and ordered the grooms to harness the horses and prepare the sleigh.

When the bewildered husband hurried home with the doctor, they discovered with mixed emotions that the brave and strong Mrs. Karenin had safely given birth to a healthy baby boy. She was panting and exhausted. Commanding the helpless maid, ordering her to cut the umbilical cord...

Karenin sat down on the chair, cold sweat continuously oozing from his forehead and palms.

He tilted his head powerlessly to one side, staring blankly at his wife who was freed from pain and exhaustion.Her two round and beautiful arms were limply placed on the quilt, she looked as beautiful and peaceful as Raphael's Madonna, looking back at him silently, with an unchanging and mysterious look on her trembling lips , A faint smile.

Suddenly, a novel, never-before-experienced tenderness, like a wildly growing flower, bloomed in my heart in an instant.He felt that he had been sent into another world—completely different from the official life he had been used to for most of his life—this world was so magical, so mysterious, so sweet, and the inherent tension in his heart The tight strings snapped suddenly, and sobs and tears of joy, which he had not expected at all, rushed up and shuddered so violently that Karenin was for a long time unable to speak.

He could only stagger towards his wife, knelt weakly beside her bed, put his wife's hand on his lips and kissed.

The little red, crumpled thing wrapped up by the maid was her son.The little guy was crying boldly, presumptuously, and without any scruples, and Katyusha said weakly, "Hold him to me."

Then a little powdered and bandaged red thing like a sturdy little doll was placed in the mother's arms.His facial features are so small, his skin is so wrinkled, and his crying is so full of energy, long and loud.

Then the newborn opened his eyes.

"Look, Alexei, he is really a miraculous child, the average baby will only open his eyes in two or three days!" Katyusha said weakly but cheerfully.

Suddenly, her tired black eyes widened, and she stared intently at the baby's sky-blue, translucent, beautiful eyes with a familiar shape.

— exactly like the blue eyes of Prince Nekhludoff, who seduced Katyusha nine months ago!

She handed the baby in her arms to Karenin, and her husband held him clumsily, as if afraid of the baby falling through his arms.

Then, Katyusha decided to use sleep to adjust her tangled mood of being splashed head-on.

Next, Time Flies Dafa will officially begin.

Where the readers can't see or touch, the protagonist and the supporting characters grow up, grow old, become beautiful, and become disabled (dirt)...

After seven years of marriage, Katyusha resumed her old business career, with Arabs, Italians, French, British, and Nordics...

At first, Karenin was completely opposed to his wife's whim, but later found that his wife's ingenious activities could provide him with more support-support in the officialdom and climbing up-he kept silent. Buxiang acquiesced to his wife's doing whatever she wanted.

Exactly as in Paris, Katyusha is now a celebrity in society, the object of the envy of men and women in her circle.She made no secret of her humble origins—the daughter of a serf woman—even joking about it with her friends.

Because she knows that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. She is already dazzling enough. If she is perfect—think about the end of Anna in the original "Anna Karenina". She was jealous because she was too perfect. Tired of hearing people call her a "chaste dame", they prepared stones and only waited for a clear change in public opinion before throwing all the pressure and contempt on Anna...

Therefore, the stain of her birth is actually a kind of protection for Katyusha.

Her son Seryozha is six years old, and apart from his blue eyes, which occasionally disturb Katyusha's conscience, he is the embodiment of perfection and an angel: Seryozha has curly flaxen hair — the shape of curls Just like Anna, the two legs in tight stockings, straight as a deer, are well-proportioned, strong and plump.He likes to lift up his chubby face, look directly at his mother with innocent, trusting and loving eyes, and likes to ask innocent, lovely and imaginative questions... Seryozha is her great spiritual comfort and the source of life. greatest joy.

In 1880, she decided that it was time for her son to go out for training, so the 27-year-old Katyusha took the 43-year-old Seryozha and [-]-year-old Karenin to France.Karenin was going to the thermal springs of Bagner to recover his health, which had been damaged by the heavy work of the winter, while Katyusha was traveling with her son.

On this day, the mother and son came to Paris.

Marguerite once didn't like this city, because for a Parisian, affectation is a sign of self-cultivation and taste.One can never be a Parisian without learning to put on a mask of joy over pain and sorrow, and to disguise inner ecstasy with worry and indifference.

It wasn't until she left this fragrant center of Europe and became a lady in another country on the European continent and integrated into another circle that she gradually realized that no matter where it is, any party is a masquerade ball .

Masquerade is no longer a pejorative term.

She finally left the era of being unrestrained and doing whatever she wanted behind her, and she finally grew up and matured.

Being taller is not growth, and having a more beautiful face, more attractive charm, and fuller pockets is not growth.

What is growth?

Growing up is from a self-centered savage, slowly learning to restrain oneself, restraining desires, knowing how to tolerate and measure, and becoming a mature social person.

When the baby is born, it eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants to sleep, and cries when it is dissatisfied. It never considers other people's feelings.

When he grows up, he still needs to eat and sleep, but he will know that other people's food cannot be grabbed casually, and his parents will be angry if he doesn't go to bed in the middle of the night.

When he is more sensible, he will know that it is necessary to be polite when eating, even if he wants to grab it with his hands; Depending on the occasion, even if he likes to run naked.

Naive people will think that as long as I think, as long as I want, there is nothing wrong with it.

——To be considerate of this impossibility, to face this impossibility, to get used to this impossibility, is the difference between childishness and maturity, and it is a symbol of socialization.

Compromise, patience, respect and tolerance are all because of realizing and accepting all kinds of impossibilities.

For scientists, artists, and geniuses, they can be children all their lives—because children have unrestricted imagination and creativity—but for ordinary people, we can only keep pruning our nature, full of restraint, and grow up.

And missing childhood is just missing those times when you can do whatever you want but don't have to be responsible.

Will there be such a possibility that one day I can live my life as I want without transgressing the rules...

"I like this city, Mom!" The light yellow curly hair bounced on the boy's smooth and beautiful forehead. "The grown-ups are all beautifully dressed-of course, Mom is the most beautiful!" Standing on the toes of the little boots, he said triumphantly, "Look, I've reached your shoulders! When I'm as tall as you, I'll ask you to dance!"

"Oh, Seryozha!" Katyusha smiled brightly, pressed her son's soft cheek, and left a kiss on the flushed cheek, "I will grow old by then."

"You will never grow old! You will never grow old! I am the one who grows old!" Seryozha emphasized, waving his chubby little hands.

"Okay, baby, we're going to the People's Theater to watch a play, be a quiet little gentleman."

As soon as the words were finished, Seryozha immediately stood upright, imitating his father's appearance, holding his mother's arm, and stepping up the steps of the theater without squinting.

Wearing a muff and holding a ticket for Box [-], she walks down the renovated corridor, a charcoal hat, old taffeta skirt and faded shawl, who calls herself "Mrs. Geary" The usher sent the mother and child into the box, and she said with a sad face: "Box No. [-] on the second floor is never rented out, ma'am. However, the theater has changed owners, and I don't know the rules... If you insist on staying in Here, then no matter what unimaginable accidents happen, don't panic..."

"For example?" Seryozha's eyes sparkled, and the little boy's adventurous nature was stimulated, "You don't have to worry, Mrs. Geary," even though French is the second language of the Russian nobles, the seven-year-old boy still spoke Very strenuous, "I will protect my mother!"

Katyusha smiled slightly, kissed the boy's flamboyant cheek again, handed the tip to the usher, and took the seat with her son on her arm.

Mrs. Geary looked around worriedly, and finally left with three steps.

Katyusha took off her hat and fur coat, her black velvet dress outlined her plump and charming curves, and the fluffy curly hair on the back of her head and temples looked lively and moving.She is sitting on a chair—the chair is no longer the same as it was more than 30 years ago—her posture is very casual, but there is a kind of deep-rooted elegance diffused.Her charm does not come from her clothes, or even her beauty—her beauty has gone beyond her clothes and appearance, what matters is her person, mature, gentle, lively, optimistic and intelligent.

She turned her head gently, and told Sergesha the repertoire on the stage...

At this time, a burst of low-pitched music unfolded—not the loud and funny music on the stage, but the singing comparable to angels...

The singing gradually rises, every note, every breath is mastered to perfection.The range is wide, the timbre is rich and graceful, the pitch is magnificent and graceful, the passionate parts are delicate, and the delicate parts are passionate, which integrates the strengths of all families...

The singing is like the silent drizzle that moistens things and melts into Katyusha's ears.

At this time, a deep and sweet male voice echoed in Box No. [-]: "Do you still remember your most loyal servant, madam?"

The author has something to say: the brain hole is getting bigger...