[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter44 scumbag scumbag, see scumbag again,

The audience applauded for a long time because of their indescribable touch and shock.

"Mom, mom, you are amazing," Seryozha, who was being held by the maid, waved his chubby little hands and shouted, "Mom, mom,"

"Oh, Seryozha," Katyusha picked up the white skirt that nearly tripped her, pulled it up and put it on her arm, and wrapped her other arm firmly around her son's neck, "come here quickly , don't get squeezed by the crowded audience!"

"You are the most beautiful mother in the world!" His chubby face pressed tightly against Katyusha's cheek, "I can't wait to grow up, Mom, I want to ask you to dance!"

She rubbed her son's bulging cheeks and was about to answer when a trembling and familiar voice sounded from off the stage: "Katyusha..."

Katyusha didn't move, she turned her head lightly——

A tall Russian man with a pale complexion, surprise and panic on his face, widened a pair of sky blue eyes, staring at her as if he had seen a ghost.

looks familiar...

"Hi, may I ask your name?" After thinking for a long time, Katyusha really couldn't remember the name of this burly Russian man, so she asked politely.Her beautiful black eyes were full of smiles, and she stood there straight, her demeanor was more elegant and dignified than it was eight years ago.

The man choked, as if a thorn had been inserted into his throat, preventing him from speaking.At this moment, contradictory and tangled pain emerged on the face covered by the neatly trimmed beard.

His tangled expression reminded her of him.

"Ah, Prince Dmitry Ivanovich Nekhludoff, I never expected to meet you in France!" Katyusha stretched out her hand with a constant smile.

From the well-nourished, fat and strong middle-aged man in front of him, who exudes artificial aromas such as toilet water, pomade and perfume, has many dental fillings, sluggish steps, and dull eyes, it is difficult to find the freshness of eight years ago. , traces of vitality.

Nekhludoff stood motionless for a while as if frozen in the Siberian snow, then stretched out his stiff hand stiffly, and took the slender hand in the long white glove that reached his arm.He dropped a trembling kiss on her hand, tears seeping into the fabric.

Katyusha said with a half-smile: "I'm the one who should cry, Dmitri Ivanovich." She handed Seryozha to the maid and bade her take Seryozha back to the hotel.

"I'm on vacation now, Katyusha...I know, it's hard for you to forgive me." Tears kept rolling from his sky blue eyes, his throat was blocked, and he tried his best to control himself so as not to cry speak out.He opened his mouth, but stopped, feeling that tears were preventing him from speaking, "The past is irreversible, but I must do everything in my power to make it up..." He spoke intermittently, with a dull tone, like an unskilled Like an endorsement.

"Then, come backstage." Katyusha made an inviting gesture, "I will give you enough time to finish what you want to say."

Katyusha pushed aside the crowd, and Nekhludoff followed silently behind.

There was a crowd of celebrities and gentlemen backstage.Some hurried to the waiting room, and some walked to the actor's dressing room.Mechanics and stage managers shouted one after another, setting down sets, moving props, and tinkling new props.A large group of actors who had just finished the last show also joined in the fun.The most unbearable thing was the fatal yelling: "Theater official, please get out of the way!" It seemed that people had to be driven into a nervous breakdown.

Katyusha moved step by step, crossed the background with difficulty, and shouted loudly: "Excuse me, let me go, thank you!" Nekhludoff followed behind her like a ghost, without saying a word, with sloppy steps. .

They managed to squeeze their way to the door at the end of the stage, which led to the foyer and the actors' respective dressing rooms.

"This dressing room is at my disposal for the time being. You can speak boldly now, Dmitry Ivanovich." Katyusha calmly put down the wreath and white gauze on her head, and put it on the small On the small dressing table, bright candles, carpets embroidered with flower branches and roses of various colors piled up in the dressing room add a touch of femininity, mystery and vanity to this small room. Say it all."

Her bright black eyes looked at him from under butterfly-wing lashes, but they didn't seem to be looking at him at all.

"Eight years, you haven't changed at all, no, you've become more beautiful..." Nekhludoff said awkwardly, it seemed that he wanted to kneel down with his head in his arms and shout to God for help.

"I was watching you when you were on stage, I was sitting in the second row of the auditorium, you didn't recognize me, did you?"

"Of course, I can't recognize you, Dmitry Ivanovich! I'm too busy acting and singing to recognize people—and to tell you the truth, you've changed so much that even if you try to recognize I might not be able to recognize it." She was not polite at all, but the way she smiled and laughed at Yanyan did not make people feel offensive or abrupt.Katyusha stared at him with eyes devoid of anger, humiliation, or pain, and did not take Nekhludoff seriously.

This produced a kind of humiliation and sadness in Nekhludoff, who was determined to admit his mistakes and repent, and his poor self-esteem was broken to the ground.

But this humiliation and suffering added to his courage, and Nekhludoff felt that right now, right before his eyes, a slow but essential change, like fermentation, was taking place in his soul.God responded to him in his soul.

"Katyusha! I have come to you to ask you to forgive me, but you have not answered me whether you will forgive me, or not in the future," said Nekhludoff, and he took Katyusha and took her off. The gloved hand suddenly changed to "you".

"I'm no longer the Katyusha I was eight years ago, Dmitry Ivanovich." She smiled slightly, her nose wrinkled cutely, but in his eyes, this smile looked a bit contemptuous and sneering "The woman in front of you is Ekaterina Maslova Ivanovna Karenina, or Madame Karenin."

Her indifference did not frighten Nekhludoff away, on the contrary, this polite and subtle attitude inspired Nekhludoff's courage and gave him special and new strength.

When Nekhludoff was about to make a speech, Katyusha put a slender jade-like finger on her lips, and her smile was helpless and innocent: "Of course I will forgive you, Dmitry Ivan." Vanovic, why not?"

Nekhludoff: "..."

This feeling is exactly the same as carrying a pack of explosives and preparing to blow up a bunker after an impassioned pre-war mobilization, but suddenly announcing a truce!

"You repented, you were resurrected, and your soul was saved... Even so, you still have to pay the price for your actions." Katyusha said lightly, "For example, someone with blue eyes and yellow hair My lovely child, who was given another man's surname, will inherit another man's property..."

Before she finished speaking, her wrist was tightly held. Nekhludoff asked with red eyes and flushed face, "What? You have a child?!"

"If you would kindly relax your hand so as not to crush my wrist bones, I would be more than happy to answer." Katyusha withdrew her hand lightly and said indifferently, "Seryozha is The cutest child in the world, everyone will be attracted by those beautiful and pure blue eyes when they see him. At this moment, the man in front of me has exactly the same shape of eyes, but with the ' Cute', 'charming' and 'sincere' are no longer relevant."

Nekhludoff sat on the ground in a daze.

"Good-bye, Dmitry Ivanovich."

Katyusha left the dressing room contentedly.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

For a person who seeks forgiveness and release with all his heart, not being forgiven for a lifetime is by no means the cruelest punishment.

The cruelest thing is that the person concerned doesn't take his harm to heart at all.

No grudges, how to forgive?

"Eric." Katyusha called softly.

"Your servant is here, what is Madam's order?" An angelic sweet male voice came to her ears through an unknown mechanism.

As Eric promised, in the People's Opera, as long as his name is called, he will respond.

"See you in the underground palace."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please allow your servant to break the neck of that old Russian man, madam." Eric put on his mask again, and he said darkly, "How dare you defile your noble body..."

"Hush—" Katyusha looked at her pocket watch, the hands were on twelve.

She slowly took off Eric's mask, and pressed a kiss as soft as a feather and as warm as a fire on that cold forehead.

When the ghost was as stiff as ice, Katyusha said with a smile: "Happy birthday, Eric."

It's the promise of a birthday kiss.

And she never forgot that promise.

"Ma'am..." Eric trembled all over, holding Katyusha's neck tightly.

Fast forward 31 years, Eric is already taller than Katyusha.

"You are free, Eric. From now on, nothing in this world can stop you, and your birth defects will no longer restrain you. You can completely and completely live the normal life of ordinary people, Eric. Rick, even ghosts should get some sun."

"Do you know, ma'am, I've waited 31 years for this birthday kiss... what a blessing it is..." He was crying like a child, kneeling on Katyusha's knees. At the bottom of her feet, kissing her slender feet in high heels, tears rolled down like waterfalls.

Eric's shoulders trembled from sobbing, and he pressed his hands tightly to his chest. He felt the mistress' tears dripping on his forehead, so warm, so soft, blending with his tears...

"God, I finally don't hate you anymore! For this moment of happiness, all the pain in the past has become worthwhile, and all the suffering in the past has been given meaning! Madame, you have given me all the happiness in the world!"

Katyusha pressed against his dry, cold, damp, skeletal face, teary-eyed like Eric's.

"Poor Eric... don't cry, don't be afraid... From today, you are truly free."

The author has something to say: Nekhludoff is actually not a scumbag, at least he has repented--

But if you put it in JJ, it's called "scumbag whitewashing"~