Dressing as Anna Karenina's Dame Life

At night, when Anna came out of the shower, she saw the man who was supposed to be in the study sitting on the easy chair and looking at her. He seemed to have something to say, so she walked over while wiping her hair and asked, "What happened?" Is your baby here, Alexey?"

"Anna, what did you say to Seryozha during the day?"

Anna thought for a while, then blinked, "It's nothing."

"What's the matter with acting like a baby?" Karenin decided to remind the woman in front of him.

"Acting like a baby?" Anna thought for a while, staring at Karenin. The latter coughed and tried to pretend to be calm and said, "He seems to think that I need to act like a baby too."

"I think he's quite right," said Anna, covering her mouth with a smile. Tomorrow she had to kiss Seryozha again.

"Anna, I thought we were talking about something serious."

"Yes, it's a serious matter." Anna agreed, but her expression showed that she didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, she held back a smile and looked at the man in front of her. Karenin glared at the tall image of her father being so easily disintegrated. A glance at Anna.

"Anna, I think our division of labor is very clear. I always think that being a mother is obviously more suitable for teaching children other principles, such as honesty, kindness and others, but you seem to spoil him too much recently. I don't want Seryozha to grow up A boy who can only act like a baby."

"Of course he won't, Alexei, he'll make us proud." Anna pointed out disapprovingly, "He's only eight years old, you can't ask him to deal with difficulties like that."

"Of course, I won't be so harsh on him, but you have to understand that eight years old is not young, and a good education must be paid close attention to now. Varisi Rujic said that his recent homework has regressed a bit."

"You can't ask him to always be the best!" Anna said in surprise.

"What he can do, if we don't force him in these aspects, what should he do when he grows up in the future? We can't protect him forever." Karenin said seriously.

"Yes, I agree with that." Anna nodded.

"Varisi Rugic said Seryozha was the smartest boy he ever met," he said in a proud tone, even smiled, but it didn't take long for him to calm down again, He continued, "But sometimes she lacks the ability to focus."

"I will urge him even more on this point." Anna said earnestly, "But Alexey, don't you feel that you are being too strict with Seryozha?"

"Severe?" Karenin frowned.

"Yes." Anna sighed, "Your attitude towards Nicholas has made him sad. The child seems to think that you don't love him enough."

Karenin looked at Anna in a little surprise, and the latter shook his head and continued: "Of course I understand that you can't not love him, but how would he know if you didn't tell him? That child really wants your approval."

"Alexey, you need to get in touch with him more." Seeing the man thinking, Anna said encouragingly.

Karenin began to reflect on what caused his son to have such a strange idea. When Anna suggested to get in touch with this idea more, he finally figured out a way to teach his son a course himself.

Thinking of this, Karenin couldn't sit still anymore. Anna was making the bed, and when she saw the man opened the door and was about to go out, she turned around and asked, "Where are you going so late?"

"Go to the study, I," the man paused, and finally spit out a few words, "Take care of something."

"Oh." Anna nodded knowingly, without revealing, and said with a smile: "Don't be too late."

"kindness."

Karenin paused after walking out of the door, and turned a corner again. Instead of going to the study, he went around to Seryozha's room, opened the door gently, and by the light of the corridor, he came to On the edge of the bed, big hands tucked the corner of the quilt for his son.

Under the dim light, the boy slept soundly, his curled eyelashes looked particularly good on his white and tender face, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up when he was dreaming.

He stared at the boy, thinking of his childhood, his parents died young, and his elder brother grew up with his uncle, and when he became an adult, his elder brother died abroad, his only relative was gone, he lived carefully in the officialdom, and married his wife After having a son, everything seems to be going smoothly and successfully on the track of life, but it seems that there is no problem, one problem after another, if not for his wife's reminder, he would not have realized that there seems to be some gap between himself and his son.

The man pursed his lips, and finally leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead. There was a smile in his eyes, because the son's smooth forehead under the hair was so similar to his, but the curly hair made him look like a boy. A little cute, Anna is right, he is really cute and sweet.

It was a sunny day, but the boy in front of the windowsill was a little confused. He was playing with the quill in his hand boredly, thinking about what his father meant.

Before going out, his always serious father told him that when he came back in the afternoon, he would give him a lesson, some knowledge about the Bible, and he said that a Christian should be familiar with sacred history.

This is very strange, his father never gave him lessons, although he was indeed a learned man, Seryozha rested his chin on one hand, thinking idly.

The teacher who taught grammar had left, and his father hadn't come yet. Maybe he was delayed by another meeting, Serezha thought sullenly. temper.

"Baby, are you hungry?" A soft voice reached the boy's ears. He curled his lips and turned to look at his mother.

"Yes, I'm hungry, Mom."

Anna closed the door, put fresh refreshments on the small round table, and called the boy over.

"I love black tea and small cakes." Seryozha squatted down and sniffed slightly, moved his little nose, and said happily with his eyes bent.

"I love you more." Anna kissed the other party and smiled.

"Oh, mother, this is so sweet!" Seryozha said shyly, raising her red face, "I love you too."

"Okay, Dad hasn't come back yet, let's enjoy afternoon tea." Anna hugged her son on her lap and handed him the fork. The latter hesitated after taking it, and looked up at her mother.

"Won't you save some for Dad?"

"If you don't give it to him, who told him to let our little boy wait." Anna said pretending to be serious.

"But... in that case, my father is so pitiful." Xie Liaosha couldn't bear to say, after all, black tea and small cakes are so delicious, and my father should share them together. Although he was a little angry at first, his father must be late because of work. The boy thought in his heart.

"Father's job is also very hard." He said softly, shaking his mother's sleeve with his small hand, showing his little canine teeth cutely to make his mother take back the decision just now.

Anna hugged the boy tightly, her eyes were slightly moist. When Seryozha used such tolerant and considerate words to fight for black tea and small cakes for her father, as an adult, she also felt ashamed.

"Let's put it down, baby, I'll keep it for your father, and he can eat it when he comes back." She said softly, touched by the boy's thoughtfulness, she just wanted to tease the little guy, after all, after waiting so long For a long time, it hurts to look at the pouted look.

"That's good." Then Seryozha happily picked up the fork and ate the small cake contentedly, and thoughtfully gave Anna the first piece, and asked with a wink if it was good.

"Yummy, my sweet little boy." Anna said in a happy tone with her eyes bent, and the latter giggled.

When Karenin came back, Seryozha was slowly drinking black tea and began to eat with the second plate of small cakes in his hand. He frowned, disapproving of a boy who ate so many sweets.

Seryozha put down the little cake with a blushing face, and told his mother that he was ready to eat, but Anna knew that he could still eat it, but Karenin's expression, let it go, so under the boy's reluctant eyes, she still Take it out.

Before going out, Anna said softly to Karenin: "Don't be too harsh on him, you are late today."

Karenin nodded, and was about to walk to the desk when his lips touched a small cake. The woman bent her eyes and gently pushed it with her fingers.

"It's still in the kitchen for you. I'll bring it to you later."

The door was closed, and Karenin raised his hand to wipe off the cake crumbs from his mouth, and walked in front of Sergei very calmly.

"Then let's start."

"Oh." Seryozha responded, with his small mouth slightly tilted up. His mother's actions just now made him feel that his father was quite cute.

Seryozha was holding the quill in his hand, but his eyes were wandering. He hadn't finished eating the little cake just now, and he was thinking about it. Naturally, Karenin noticed his ecstasy. He stopped talking, Called the former, but there was no response.

Karenin put down the book and knocked on the table, only then pulled the little guy back from his wandering thoughts.

"What?" He asked slowly, his big eyes were obviously still dazed, how did the little cake turn into his father's serious face?

"Seryozha, you didn't listen carefully." Karenin stated this fact in a flat voice, which made him a little angry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, father." Seryozha woke up with a blushing face, and he looked timidly at the man while clutching the quill.

Karenin put down the book, looked at his son, and said, "Now, let's recite a few verses from the Gospel. I remember you were learning it two days ago."

"Oh." Seryozha responded, sat up straight, pursed his lips under his father's gaze, and carefully put aside the feathered quill. Seeing that his father was still looking at him, he stretched out the pen again. The little hand smoothed the somewhat messy pen, looked at it, it was fine, and stopped staring at him.

The boy stood up, came to his father, folded his small hands neatly behind his back, cleared his throat and began to recite.

Karenin listened attentively. At first Serezha recited it very well. Although his voice was immature, he had his own aura in it. He was not stuttering, and his eyes were full of confidence, but he stuttered after a while. Lenin frowned.

"Ancestors had Enoch, Enoch..."

"You have already said that." Karenin pointed out that Seryozha nodded and continued, but he stuttered again after a while, and then more stutters, and his voice became smaller and smaller until he finished reciting.

Seryozha was very confident at first, and he knew this passage very well, but just now there was a similar syllable, he made a mistake, and his father frowned, so he panicked, and the more he panicked, the more mistakes he made. In the end, his head was completely lowered, not daring to look at his father's expression, so he finished reciting.

"How do you think your memorization is?" After a long silence, the man's calm voice sounded in the room.

Seryozha had already put his hands in front of him, tangled in confusion, his eyelashes drooped, and he was looking at his toes.

"Not good." He said without confidence.

"What's wrong?" Karenin continued to ask, his voice was like water in a lake, without any waves.

"It's not going well," Serezha murmured.

Karenin frowned as he looked at the boy who seemed to be burying himself as a groundhog.

"Seryozha, is this how you answer someone? What about your manners?"

Karenin's words emphasized his tone. Normally, Sergei would not be afraid, but at this moment he was flustered because he didn't memorize the book well. Those words were not very difficult, but he acted as if he was a Like an idiot, he was ashamed of his performance just now, whether it was his self-esteem or what, and his father said so again, so his eyes were red immediately, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"I don't want to look up."

What he said was wayward, Karenin was really angry now, the corners of his mouth were pursed almost into a straight line, and the words he said were even less warm.

"Head up."

There was no movement. After a brief silence, the boy raised his head, his teeth biting his lips, tears welling in his eyes, but he still had a stubborn look on his face.

"I'm sorry, father." He said word by word, afraid that he would cry if he said it too quickly, his little hands were holding the corner of his clothes tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Seryozha, you are eight years old, and you cried before you memorized the book..."

"I didn't cry!" Seryozha interrupted his father's words, looked at him with big eyes stubbornly, and repeated: "I didn't cry."

"You cry."

"No!" Seryozha was about to stomp his feet, and he did it. This is his bad habit, but he hasn't done it for a long time as he grows older. Recently, Anna's over-doting has made him more squeamish , but at this moment all the bad emotions made him explode, he forgot about those restraints, he stomped his feet, in front of his father, although he immediately regretted it afterwards.

Karenin was stunned for a moment. He seldom took care of Seryozha, so he didn't know about his son's little problem. Seryozha always showed him a sensible and considerate look. Is this the wayward and temper-loving person in front of him?

Seeing his father's silence, Seryozha blushed with shame and grievance, but he immediately apologized, but his voice was choked, which made people feel distressed, at least that's what Anna thought when she opened the door.

"What's the matter, Seryozha, why are you crying?" Anna hurried over, put the tray on the round table, hugged the little guy in her arms to comfort him, and the latter immediately buried his head in a low sob, with an aggrieved voice It made Anna's heart tangled up.

"What's the matter, Alexei?" Anna asked the expressionless man while stroking Seryozha's hair.

Karenin stood up, looking a little annoyed. He untied the cuff of his right hand, frowned, and said, "How do you spoil him?"

"What's going on?"

"If you don't listen to the class well, and you can't recite the memorization, you will lose your temper first." Karenin said heavily. Now he feels very restless. His son who has always been sensible stomped at him and said such willful words.

The child in his arms stiffened for a moment, and the sound of sobbing decreased, but the strength of grabbing Anna's clothes became even tighter, as if he wanted to shrink himself into his mother's arms and never come out again.

Anna patted the little groundhog on the back, "Honey, tell mom what's going on?"

Seryozha shook his head and was unwilling to speak. This action made Karenin even more angry. Seeing the man's face, Anna softened her tone and said, "I'll take him out first, and we can talk about it later, okay?"

Karenin agreed, but his expression was still not very happy.

Anna breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and once again thanked Karenin for his good character. He would not lose his temper easily, and he did not have the bad habit of beating others. Even when he got angry, he was more rational.She carried Seryozha out, came to Seryozha's room, and sat on the soft sofa. During this period, Seryozha had stopped crying, but still stubbornly refused to look up.

"Honey, let mom see."

Seryozha shook his head. He still felt sad and wronged. He felt much better in his mother's arms, but he didn't want her to see him like this.

"Baby, it hurts my mother like you. Come and let my mother see if our beautiful Seryozha's eyes are swollen from crying." Anna said distressedly.

"Not swollen from crying," said Seryozha in a muffled voice. "I didn't cry...not now," he added after a pause.

"Let mom see if it's okay, mom wants to talk to you."

After hesitating for a moment, Seryozha raised his face, his eye circles were red, his long eyelashes were still stained with tears, his little nose was also red, and there was still a bit of runny nose, the beautiful kid who was always neat and tidy was crying like this Embarrassed, looking so aggrieved makes Anna feel distressed to death.

She took out a silk pad to wipe away the little guy's tears, "Come on, let's wipe the snot off."

Seryozha blushed again when she heard this, took Sipa and said in a nasal voice, "I'll do it myself."

"Okay then, do it yourself."

There was a thin sound of blowing his nose in the air, and Anna lovingly arranged the boy's sweaty hair, which showed how excited he was just now.

"Tell mom what's going on?"

Seryozha was clutching the handkerchief, and Anna gently pulled it out and put it on the table beside her, kissing the boy's forehead as if encouraging.

"Will you tell mom?"

"En." Seryozha nodded, holding his mother's waist with his small hands and talking slowly, and finally lowered his eyes and said softly: "Father, he doesn't love me."

"Little idiot, how could I not love you?"

"Father doesn't love me." Seryozha suddenly raised his face, looking very stubborn, but his thick nasal voice revealed the choking in his heart.

"Father, he loves the child he imagined. That child is obedient and sensible, and won't lose his temper or be willful," he continued after a pause, "and he won't stomp his feet."

He looked very sad, sniffed his nose and said, "He will pay attention to class, his homework is good, everyone likes him, he won't cry or fuss, he is the kind of person I can never be... "

Seryozha didn't go on, because his mother's tender embrace made him cry again. He really loved his father very much. Even without Nikolai, his father would never be satisfied with him, because he was not what his father wanted. I want the perfect kid.

"No one wants you to be a perfect child. Have you forgotten what your mother said, you can be willful or act like a baby."

"But that's not what Dad wants."

"Have you asked him? Seryozha, have you told Mom that you have asked Dad?" Anna let go of the boy and gently wiped away those tears with her fingertips while asking.

"No." Seryozha shook his head, his voice was still crying, he looked so unconfident, not at all like his usual self.

"Look, baby, you haven't asked him, how can you say that he doesn't love you, and he only likes you because he thinks you are a perfect child?"

"His work is always more important than mine. Dad, he has never talked to me so gently. He will frown when I do something wrong."

Seryozha choked up a bit, sniffed his nose and said aggrievedly: "I like Uncle Skiva. He always smiles at Tanya and the others and lets them sit on his shoulders. Dad never did. He never Hit me and didn't scold me, but he was never like you, asking me if I was happy, what interesting dream I had, where would I like to go to play, I dare not act coquettishly in front of my father, I always want to Better tell him he'll laugh at me then mommy that's why I'm crying today I'm behaving badly I even stamped my foot to get angry at him daddy... he must not like me..." Seryozha said the last sentence almost crying. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand while holding his mother's hand. The tears dripping on the back of Anna's hand made her eyes red.

No matter what, Seryozha respected and loved his father. Boys always yearn for his father's approval, but he feels that he has messed up everything and that his father will dislike him, so he loses his temper. Karenin gave him enough sense of security, or more caring for him, and let Sergei understand, these things will not happen.

The woman sighed in her heart, she gently stroked the boy's back, comforted him, coaxed him, tried to give him enough warmth, so that he would not be so sad anymore.

The author has something to say: sniffing, in fact, when I was scolded by my mother when I was a child, I would think that I probably picked it up [Sigh] Children are very fragile, [Voiceover] Mom, so don’t force me to eat cabbage ?

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