Dressing as Anna Karenina's Dame Life

Seryozha was in a bit of a dilemma. On the one hand, he didn't want to disappoint the beautiful new friend in front of him. On the other hand, he really didn't have a bigger train. He scratched his hair and thought about it. Finally, Seryozha made a suggestion.

"How about we play the soldier game?"

"No." Valia walked to the edge of the sofa, sat down heavily, and pouted to express his dissatisfaction.

"Read a storybook?" Seryozha suggested again after thinking about it, but was still rejected.

"No." The tone became more and more determined, even with a hint of impatience, and the blond child pouted even more dissatisfied. Serezha felt a little stressed.

"to chat with?"

The blond child raised his face, blinked and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Seeing that the other party finally found something he was interested in, Seryozha heaved a sigh of relief. He sat next to Varya and said kindly, "Anything is fine."

"Oh, let's talk about the girl we like, don't you have one?" Valia rolled his big gray-blue eyes, smiled wickedly, and patted the sofa cushions with his small hands.

Seryozha froze for a moment, blushed a little, and muttered, "Why do you want to talk about this?" He said in a shy tone, which aroused Varya's curiosity even more, but he didn't want to appear If you are too anxious, you will look too immature.

"Of course, we are eight-year-old boys," said the blond child in an adult tone, as if eight years old was old enough to drink, which made Seryozha smile. Come out, he pointed out honestly.

"No, Valya, you're only seven years old."

"Of course not. I passed my seventh birthday two months ago, and now I'm eight!" Valia frowned, a little unconvinced, and pursed her mouth in a very serious manner.

"Oh, that's all right." Seryozha said indifferently, shrugging his small shoulders, and this indifferent attitude made Valya feel even more annoyed.

"Isn't it natural for boys to talk about girls? Or is it that you don't like girls?" He suddenly laughed again as if he had discovered something, with a hint of teasing.

"Of course not, I also have girls I like." Seryozha immediately retorted, purely a boy's vanity.

"Oh, who is that?" Valya blinked his eyes and asked curiously. Although he tried his best to appear calm on the surface, he was eager to know Seryosha's little secret in his heart like a little rabbit scratching. .

"Why should I tell you, Valya, this is my secret," Seryozha whispered shyly, with his right hand buckling the sofa cushions, almost pulling out the cotton.

"I'll tell you too!" Valya looked like you were so stingy, he sat a little over, cleared his throat and bent his eyes and said, "I like Najinsha, she is my neighbor, and she is a six-year-old girl. He is old, and looks very cute, with long eyelashes and a puffy face, as small as a bunny." He also made gestures, emphasizing the beauty and smallness of the other party, as if he could Appear bigger.

Seryosha listened to the boy's description, then looked at the other's pretty face, and subconsciously asked, "Is she blond?"

"Of course, blonde hair is the prettiest." Valia said proudly.

"Are you sure that's not you?" Scorpius asked cautiously.

Varya blushed angrily. It looked like an angry little tomato. It was a cute little tomato at the time. He stared at Seryozha and said emphatically, "I'm not a girl!"

"Oh, of course, you are not." Seryozha stepped back a little, swallowed his saliva, and felt that although the opponent was very small, it seemed to have quite strong attack power.

Valya puffed his cheeks and was dissatisfied, but he couldn't get angry when Seryozha said this, and finally he rolled his eyes and brought the topic back.

"You haven't said it yet, where is the girl you like?"

Seryozha blushed a little, playing with her fingers, Qiqi Ai said: "She has beautiful black hair, her eyes are shining like stars, and she smiles very beautifully. She will play with me, hug me, and give me love. tell a story."

"She's older than you?" Valya was a little curious and a little excited. He didn't like being older than himself, but he also wanted to understand the boy after listening to the boy's story, so he couldn't help getting closer to Seryozha.

Seryozha was taken aback by the magnified face in front of him. He didn't have much contact with children of the same age, even Tanya and the others had never been so close, and Valya did have a bigger face than a girl. The child also has a pretty face.

Valya knew what was going on when he saw Seryozha's blushing face. He snorted and sat back on the sofa heavily. He subconsciously took a pillow, but quickly threw it aside in annoyance. I'm old, I don't need these things anymore.

The blond child folded his hands on his chest, frowned and asked bluntly, "Does she live here?"

"Well, yes." Seryozha turned around, feeling very uncomfortable, why he had to tell a boy he hadn't known for a long time about his secret.

"Do you often meet?" Valya obviously did not intend to give up, and he continued to press on.

"Very much," Seryozha murmured to himself as she was entertaining your aunt.

"who is she?"

"My mother," Seryozha said honestly, and had just finished speaking when he saw Valya's wide-eyed gray eyes, with their long eyelashes blinking once, then again, and suddenly began to laugh, yes, laugh, He even rolled on the sofa, the shoes had already been thrown out.

Seryozha opened his mouth slightly, he was at a loss for what to do, but soon, seeing the boy rolling on the sofa, he suddenly became a little annoyed again.

"why are you laughing?"

Varya laughed so hard that he kicked Seryozha's thigh with his little foot, wiped his eyes and said, "Seryozha, how old are you?"

It was the first time he called his own name with such an attitude. Seryozha was a little unhappy and pouted, "What's so funny?"

"Of course it's funny." Valya sat up, crossed her feet, and moved her little toe hidden in the woolen socks.

"Seryozha, no eight-year-old boy will like his mother." He said in a tone that you are really a child, which made Seryozha a little dissatisfied, because he was the older one , would you be happy if a little rabbit said that?the boy thought,

"It's impossible, no matter how old I am, I still like my mother." Seryozha frowned.

"No, I mean you should have a girl you like, remember, it's a girl, except your mother." Valia said with a smile. A mischievous kid, not to mention his sky blue wool socks that look very warm.

"But I only like my mother." Seryozha muttered, still not agreeing with the other party's point of view.

"No, Seryozha, girl, has long eyelashes and dimples, is smaller than you, is shorter than you, likes flowers and pretty words," Valya tried to speak in a tone he knew very well, but His delicate little face and round cheeks are obviously not convincing.

"But I just like it." Seryozha said still stubbornly. When he talked about his mother, his eyes were shining. "Mom always plays with me. We play snowball fights together, drink afternoon tea together, and listen to music together." Story, I am very happy with my mother, so why can’t I like her? Isn’t it because I like girls because I have fun together? If this is the case, I also like Tanya, Grisha and Niko La, although the two behind are boys, we are also very happy to play soldier games together."

Seryozha paused for a moment, he smiled, and said in a sweet tone, "And you, Valya, I also enjoyed chatting with you, so I like you too, why must you only Do you like girls?"

Valya stared blankly at the boy with his mouth slightly open, and he stammered, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Oh, of course I know, I like you, Valya, you may not like me very much, but I still like you, really, look, compared to the very polite way you were at the beginning , I prefer the way you sit in front of me with your shoes off and play with your toes with your fingers." Seryozha smiled and added with a wink: "That's very cute."

The boy's eyes fell on his own feet, the fat little white hands were playing with his little feet, as if they had been scalded, Valya withdrew his hand abruptly, this was a bad habit of his, he swelled He blushed but obviously did not intend to avoid it, but glared at Seryozha like a little lion.

"Don't say I'm cute, I didn't play...playing with my toes." He roared with a little confidence, his voice seemed soft and even less deterrent.

"It's very cute." Seryozha blinked, and poked the bottom of the other's feet with his little finger, as if scratching Valya's itchy spot. The boy shrank his feet, looking very embarrassed.

"Smaller than my feet, Valya."

"Don't say I'm young, I'm a boy, and I'm eight years old!" Valya shouted angrily.

These words were mentioned many times, Serezha thought for a while and said, "Do you mind?"

"What?" Valia gave the boy a sideways look, and continued to wear his shoes in his hands. It was a bit difficult, how did he take them off just now?

"Mind being called small by others." Seryozha stood up from the sofa, knelt on one knee on the thick carpet, took the boy's shoes and carefully loosened the knot for him. He thought for a while and raised his face to look at the boy. The other party added, "Or like a girl?"

Valia's little j□j was stacked, his right foot was on the instep of his left foot, and he pursed his mouth a little unhappy.

"Of course I don't mind. I'm a boy. I always say I look like a girl. I hate it the most."

Seryozha held Valya's little feet, and the latter flinched. He patted the fleshy instep, indicating that he could wear it in.

"Then I have to apologize to you, I'm sorry for calling you girlish in the first place, Valya."

The blond child looked at each other in surprise, and looked at himself with big apologetic eyes, and the long eyelashes were like clear glass balls.

He lowered his eyes awkwardly and said, "Okay, I accept your apology."

"It's very kind of you, Valya," Seryozha said with a sigh of relief, rolling his eyes.

"Quick, put on my shoes." Because he was a little embarrassed, the blond child pretended to be calm and shook his toes, signaling the other party to hurry up.

The children on the other side finally reconciled. Here, Anna and Countess Lydia have almost talked, and Countess Lydia is about to go back.

"Then I'll go get Valya."

"No, don't be so troublesome, Lydia, let Valia live here for a few days, you are not busy with the charity relief in the spring, just let these two children play together for a few days Bar."

"That's too troublesome, Anna." The countess hesitated a bit. Although the charity and relief matter was indeed a bit tense, it was a bit difficult for Anna to take care of the two children, not to mention that his beautiful little nephew was so self-willed.

"How could it be, Lydia, our family Seryozha doesn't have any playmates, and that child very much hopes to have children of the same age to play with him." Anna said with a smile.

Seeing what Anna said, Lydia did not refuse, and the matter was decided.The two went to Seryozha's room talking and laughing, and knocked on the door. When they opened the door and entered, the two children were reading a storybook, and they seemed to get along very well.

"Baby, are you having fun?" Anna asked with a smile.

Seryozha looked very happy to see his mother, got up and took her by the hand and said: "Very well, we are friends now, mother, I like Valya very much."

Valya blushed once again because of Seryozha's honest words. In front of the two adults, he still greeted with a reserved attitude.

"Then Valya, you can play with Seryozha these days, what do you think?" Lydia told the boy about the matter, but still asked for his opinion.

"Of course, I'm fine, Auntie." Valya said cheerfully. Although he didn't like Seryozha at first, and was even annoyed that he was mistaken for a girl, he deliberately found fault with him. Already considered Seryozha as a good friend, because he was good at tying shoelaces, and he was very interesting in telling stories, the boy thought critically.

After Countess Lydia left, she looked at the sky, Anna said a few more words to the two little boys, and seeing that they were obedient, she went to the kitchen to let Maria prepare dinner.

"But ma'am, isn't it a little early now?" Annushka asked curiously while cracking eggs.

"It's a little early, if it's normal, but because today is Tuesday." Anna said with a smile, and joined in, she was peeling potatoes.

"What's wrong with Tuesday?" Annushka still didn't understand, she threw another handful of flour into it.

"Master always comes back earlier on Tuesday," said Maria, who had just set the fire on the other side, and poured some water into Annushka's flour bowl as she passed by.

"There are still a lot of documents. If you don't eat early, he will always delay it." Anna blinked and said with a smile. She put the peeled potatoes in the clean water, and Maria began to wash them. , while Anushka on the other side smiled enviously.

"Ma'am is really careful."

"You'll have to do the same when you get married." Maria rapped on the girl's arm, her eyebrows frowned, "Try harder, lazy girl."

Anushka made a face at Maria's chubby back, caught by Maria who turned her head, sticking out her tongue and continuing to knead the flour vigorously, not daring to move any more. But the mouth is still not idle.

"She's been in a bad mood recently."

"Do something, Anushka, be careful that Maria has turned back again." Anna said maliciously, on the other hand, it was also for Anushka to keep abreast of the situation. After all, talking too much is not a good thing.

"Oh, God." Annushka gave a little j□j and stopped talking.

When Karenin came back, the butler Kearney greeted him and said that his wife was ready for dinner. He paused for a while to slap his top hat, and Sludin next to him teased his boss: "Your wife is very kind to you. , what a timely dinner."

Karenin continued to pat the top hat, handed it to Kearney next to him while taking off his overcoat, and said lightly: "The dinner is prepared early, and you may not have a share, Mikhail Vasilyevich .”

"No, please, don't be so cruel, can't I just shut up?" Sludin begged for mercy pretending to be terrified, but his eyes were still smiling, he was not afraid.

Karenin gave him a sideways look, and the two of them took off their coats and walked into the house, just in time to see Anna coming out of the kitchen.

"You're back, Alexei!" The woman's voice sounded very excited, her eyes were shining, and there were sweet dimples on her cheeks. Sludin looked at the woman, and no one could ignore such direct eyes.

Anna smiled, glanced at Sludin, and then her eyes fell on Karenin again.The latter said: "This is Mikhail Vasilyevich Sludin, my secretary."

"Hello, ma'am." Sludin stepped forward and kissed Anna's hand. His pleasing face and pleasant voice won Anna's favor.

She glanced at Karenin and then at Sludin, blinked and said: "Let's have dinner together."

"If you don't mind." Sludin said first, and turned his head to show his white teeth to his superior, "I think your wife must have prepared my dinner."

"Of course, don't worry, you can eat as much as you want." Anna smiled.

"Do you know that I will bring someone back today?" Karenin asked curiously, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I guessed it." Anna blinked at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of Karenin's mouth.

Sludin's eyes turned on the couple. This warm and interesting atmosphere gave him a hint of urge to get married. Of course, it was just a hint. He was still young, the baby-faced man thought briskly in his heart.

"Countess Lydia's little nephew has come and will stay at our house for a few days. The two little guys seem to have become good friends."

"Well, let Kearney call 'em down."

"Well, let me go. You entertain Mikhail Vasilyevich, and I'll call them." Anna stopped Karenin's movement, shook her head and said.

"Yes." Karenin nodded.

Watching the woman's tall back gradually disappear at the end of the spiral escalator, Sludin looked away, turned his head to look at his boss, and said with a smile, "Your wife is really beautiful."

Karenin glanced at him, "I thought I asked you to come to work."

"Oh, come on, I won't be in the mood for dinner if you say that."

"I thought you could eat with relish no matter what." Karenin said blankly.

"No, generally speaking I like to enjoy dinner in a good mood, which is obviously more delicious." Sludin seriously refused to admit the fact Karenin said.

"Let's go, there's not much time." Karenin said lightly, and he took the lead and walked towards the dining table. Sludin shrugged his shoulders and sighed in your heart. The boss has to move his own lazy ass.

Because it was still early, candles were not lit on the table as usual, and there were all kinds of exquisite meals on the white tablecloth, fried steak, capon, fruit salad and vegetable soup, the mashed potatoes were fragrant and soft, and the parmesan cheese was delicate The silver tableware is more in line with the taste of children.

Karenin opened a bottle of champagne and drank a little with Srudin, and the rest belonged to the latter. Anna looked at Karenin with some surprise, and then smiled. Karenin hardly ever drank alcohol, and it was obvious that he I like Srudin very much, otherwise I wouldn't drink in normal times.

With this discovery, Anna looked at the man more carefully. He was average in stature, but he could be seen to be in good health. His face was round like a child's, and he spoke straightforwardly. Compared with Karenin's seriousness, they were really a pair of people. What a strange combination.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Sludin blinked, not understanding why the beautiful lady kept staring at him.

"Or is there anything weird about me?"

Sludin's cautious tone made the two little fellows laugh. Seryozha blinked at Varya, and the two exchanged glances to express their understanding.

"He's so funny."

"Yeah, not like a grown-up."

"Like a child."

"Smaller than me."

"No, you are the youngest."

"Oh, Seryozha!"

"Kidding."

"Okay, I forgive your slip of the tongue."

The children continued to express their thoughts with their eyes. Anna withdrew her gaze, suppressed a smile and said, "It's nothing, don't worry, Mikhail Vasilyevich, please continue eating."

"Oh, okay." Sludin put down the hand that had just adjusted his clothes with doubts, and continued to eat contentedly after a word of oh. As for Karenin, the corners of his mouth remained a little stiff until the table once again Restoring calm.

"Maybe I should get another secretary," he murmured to himself.

The author has something to say: The steamed stuffed bun that likes to pretend to be a little adult is worthless, I love wool socks!Dude, you are in danger, you have to work hard O(∩_∩)O