Celebrity House [Anna]

Anna glanced at Karenin, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"It's a bit cold, isn't it?" she said.

Karenin said: "Anna, for the sake of your health, try not to drink morning tea here in the early morning."

"I'll take your advice, Alexei." Anna wiped her hands and asked the maid to tidy up.

At breakfast, Seryozha gleefully mentioned that he had grown a bit taller, and declared that his trousers needed to be remade.

"I'm happy about that."

Anna could see that Karenin was really happy.

For boys, the face may not be the most important thing, but in Russia where the height is generally good, it is not unreasonable for Seryosha to have a bad trachea and Karenin to be worried.

In Anna's opinion, Seryozha's height among Russian children can only be said to be at a normal level, so both the adults and the children themselves will be sincerely happy about this matter.

"Let Anya Semyonovich come over in the afternoon and make some new clothes for Seryozha," said Karenin.

Aniya Semyonovich is not the most famous tailor in Petersburg, but she is also one of the best. However, there are always some people who would rather choose others than her, because Anya Semyonovich is A widow, a woman whose husband died within half a month of marriage, the groom's family angered her.

"She's an amazing woman, isn't she?" Anna said, because later, the lady opened a small tailor shop by herself and gradually made a name for herself, which was a feat a few decades ago.

"It's commendable indeed," said Karenin, eating the last of his food and wiping his lips.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, that Aniya Semyonovich came.

She still bears her natal family name, but people forget what her husband's family name was before, and now and then one or two people remember her and call her by that name, Anya Semyonovich Will make people call her by her current name.Some people speculated that she didn't want to have any more contact with the family, and some people speculated that she didn't want to embarrass her former husband who died young.

However, no matter what the speculations were, the seamstress never clarified.

"lady."

When Kearney brought Ania Semyonovich over, Anna looked at the lady.

He was about fifty years old, and he wore an elegant earth-colored long dress. It was not cumbersome, and it was well cut. His face was not a beauty type, but it was very quiet. His hair was combed meticulously, and he had a lot of etiquette.

"Good day, ma'am."

The voice was thin and tender, and Anna looked at the owner of the voice.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with fair skin and a little freckles, her curly chestnut hair was braided into two large braids and tied with a light blue bow, and she was dressed like Anya Semyonovich. She wore a dark skirt, and her leather shoes were also well-groomed.

Judging from the faintly flickering chain around the girl's neck, maybe her family background is not good enough, but she is well-loved.

"This is Yelena Semyonovich. She is my niece. She can help." Aniya said briefly. She is not a talkative person, which is quite in line with Karenin's preferences.

Anna looked away, and now she probably understood why Karenin had always chosen this Aniya Semyonovich.

"I think Alexei should have explained what he was going to do this afternoon."

"Yes, ma'am, the master said that Master Seryozha needs to make a new batch of clothes."

Anna nodded: "That's right, Seryozha is still in French class, and there are still 10 minutes left. If you don't mind, I will ask Yunina to bring the tea, and you all have a rest first."

"Thank you very much, madam." Anya said politely.

Although Yelena's thin voice and gentle voice made Anna feel comfortable, she didn't intend to exchange pleasantries with the child.

She could know that if the former Anna would not be able to help but say something to such a lovely little girl, even though Aniya Semyonovich didn't say anything, she might have some doubts in her heart.

Because the established facts do not conform to past habits, suspicion is an instinct, but she did not say it, which once again proved that Karenin's way of seeing people is quite unusual.

Perhaps unconsciously, but that man seemed to gather quite a few talented people around him.

Afternoon tea was raspberry cake, something Ben didn't have at the moment.

In the middle of the refreshment, Seryozha's class for the day ended.

When he came to the waiting room, he saw at once his mother, Anya Semyonovich whom he had not seen for some time, and someone whom he had not seen.

"Good day, sir," said Anya Semyonovitch, and Yelena followed her.

"Good day, Anya Semyonovich, who is with you?" asked Seryozha curiously.

"It's my niece."

Seryozha walked up to Anna, and then smiled: "I've never heard you say that before, she's super cute, isn't she?"

Anna glanced at Seryozha unexpectedly, and the little girl was already blushing a little.

"What's your name?" Seryozha asked the little girl's name, not afraid of strangers at all.

"Elena Semyonovitch, sir."

"Hello, Yelena Semyonovich, I am Sergey Alexeitch."

"Hello, young master." Yelena still called it that way, and Seryozha didn't force it.

Anna saw all this in her eyes, and then she smiled, "Would you like some raspberry cake first?"

"I love them, mother," said Seryozha cheerfully.

They ate and rested, and then Yelena remeasured Seryozha, while Anna watched, and when Anya Semyonovich asked her if it was okay to do so, she simply said that it was up to her to decide. OK.

Naturally, maybe Anna has her own ideas about dressing, but after all, she is not a tailor, nor is she a native of this place, if she messes with everything, she can't do it well.

In the end, they ordered some formal clothes and clothes for Serezha.

"Ma'am, I can start picking these up in about a week."

"Okay, I'll send someone over then."

After Anya Semyonovich and the others had left, Anna went to Seryozha's bedroom, where he was playing with his little train.

"Are they gone?"

"Yes."

Anna was sitting on the rug like Seryozha, who was playing with the head of the little engine and muttering: "There seems to be something wrong with it."

"Do you want someone to fix it?"

"I want to try it first," said Seryozha, still frowning and inspecting the head of the little train.

Anna looked at Seryosha's curly hair and the furrow between his brows, and felt as if she was looking at a shrunken version of Karenin again. Of course, Karenin couldn't pout even when he was a child, right?

She thought of this, and then asked, "Would you like to be friends with that little girl?"

"Elena Semyonovich?" asked Seryosha, taking his eyes off his little train for a moment, for Karenin had taught him that a polite person should look others in the face when they were talking to him. eyes to show respect.

This is true for strangers, but even more so for relatives.

"Yes."

"Well, of course I want to." Seryozha replied, with a slight incomprehension, and then he asked tentatively, "Can't I?"

"No, it's just that you don't need to call her by a more affectionate name?" Anna asked pretending to be curious.

Seryosha said: "But mother, Yelena Semyonovitch looks ten years old, she is not my own sister, and it would be bad if I were too friendly with her."

"So, are you 'avoiding suspicion'?"

Seryozha nodded, then shook his head again, "Mom, I'm defending a lady's honor, and my father says it's a 'gentleman' spirit."

Anna laughed and asked, "What else did your father teach you?"

"Oh, Mom, this is a matter between men, I can't tell you everything." Sergei rolled his eyes.

Anna imagined that serious man talking about "avoiding suspicion" with her son, and then she felt a little happy.

"Mother, did I do well just now?" asked Seryozha.

"what?"

Seryozha said in a somewhat reproachful tone: "I am like a father, introducing my name to others."

Sergey Alexeitch, if it hadn't been brought up today, Anna would have forgotten the name of this wacky one.

"You did a good job, Seryozha." Anna praised him as Seryozha wished, and the latter nodded in satisfaction, then muttered, "I will become a better person than my father in the future, and I will get Order of Alexander Nevsky."

"Why not the Order of Andrei Pervoswani?" Anna asked. The Order of Andrei Pervoswani is a higher order than the former.

"The Order of Andrei Pervosvani? Is it more powerful than the Order of Alexander Nevsky?"

"Yes, there's also an Order of Vladimir in the middle."

"Oh, then I have to modify my knowledge storage table." Seryozha nodded, and then smiled, "I haven't learned this before, Mom."

"Then are you going to work towards the Andrei Pervoswani Medal now?"

"No." Seryozha shook his head, "I still insist on making the Order of Alexander Nevsky my goal."

"why?"

"Because my father said that the 'established goal' is the best you can achieve under the comprehensive judgment. My father said that you must be practical. Excessive goals will not make people better, but will cause frustration because they cannot be achieved. Emotions." Seryozha imitated Karenin's serious tone, and finally he smiled again, "My father is always right sometimes."

Oops, look what she discovered. In this little Bambi's heart, there is so much respect for that man!

Anna smiled slightly, and Seryozha tilted her head in doubt.

"Nothing, Seryozha, go ahead and fix your little train."

"I will, and if I still can't figure it out after that, I'll ask Capidonovich for help, he's a great guy."

Anna blinked, and she noticed that just as Karenin could gather talented people around him, Seryozha seemed to have this natural ability. He was always friendly and soft, and seemed to be with many people. They are all familiar, like a natural social master.

Anna took a deep look at the Twister in front of her, and felt fortunate to have a serious and strict father like Karenin, otherwise, maybe ten years later, there would be another playboy in Petersburg.

It was true that Seryozha could not fix it himself, but after asking the concierge Kabidonitch for help, his little train was repaired again.

In the evening Karenin returned, accompanied by his secretary Vlamikir.

Karenin said: "Anna, Dr. Cullens will bring his nephew over tomorrow."

"Nephew of Dr. Cullens?"

"Yes, he has just finished his studies, and Dr. Cullens wants him to stay in Petersburg for a while."

Flamekill glanced at his officer, and then remained silent.

"Okay, I see, Alexey, I'll have him tomorrow."

"If he doesn't mind, I will invite him to the tea party held by Betsy tomorrow."

Anna knew what Karenin probably meant when he told her this.Obviously, Karenin valued Dr. Cullens more, a young man who had just graduated. If he wanted to make a difference in the future, it was always right to meet more celebrities in Petersburg.

Maybe Dr. Cullens didn't care about it himself, but obviously, he knew it and planned to do something for his only nephew.

"That's very good." Karenin nodded, and then went to his study with Flamekil. They still had important matters to discuss.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Anna met the young man named Sludin, Karen's nephew.

Anna originally thought that this kind of young man should be dressed as an elite, ready to go to a banquet at any time, but she didn't expect Cullens' nephew to be such a lively person.

"Good day, ma'am, I am Sruddin, and Dr Cullens is my uncle."

"Hello, Mr. Srudin."

After hearing Anna call him Mr. Srudin, the latter widened his somewhat round brown eyes, and then showed a somewhat surprised smile, with curved eyebrows: "If you can, please call me Mr. Just Sludin, madam, sir, these two words always make me feel weird."

Anna looked at this acquaintance with some caution in her heart, but she still smiled and said, "This is not in line with etiquette, Mr. Sludin."

Sludin said impressively: "No offense intended, I'm just used to it."

"It's all right, Mr. Sludin, I think you'll have to get used to it when we go to Duchess Betsy's party," she said after a pause, "Welcome to Petersburg, Mr Srudding."

"It's a great honor, ma'am." Sludin didn't hold back, and quickly changed his mode.

After all, Dr. Cullens is not a poor family, and he naturally knows the etiquette to send his nephew to a prestigious school, but this young man seems to be a bit rebellious. If no one restrains him, he will follow When his temper came, for example, at the first sight of Seryozha, he told the latter happily: "I have a wonderful gift for you, Seryozha."

Seryozha looked at the familiar strange uncle with a surprised expression. He looked to his mother for help, but the latter asked him to take out his hand, and he wanted to put the gift in his palm.

Good upbringing made Seryozha obediently stretch out his hand, and then a somewhat cold thing lay in the palm of his hand.

"This is?" Seryozha looked at the not-so-small thing suspiciously, and even poked it with his hand.

"Beef bones."

Seryozha's eyes widened, and all his muscles stiffened.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Sludin poked at the bone in Seryozha's hand. It was the most beautiful piece he had ever collected.

Anna saw that Seryozha's whole body tensed up, presumably this might be the scariest gift he had ever received.However, the child didn't yell in fright, but tried hard to suppress his fear, and thanked him a little stiffly.

"It is not only beautiful, but also has great medicinal value. It can treat malaria. It is a treasure!" Sludin said happily, looking like a big child.

Seryozha blinked in surprise at the word "malaria."

Of course he knew the word "malaria". Once this happened, many people would die, so when he looked at the ox bone again, his expression became a little awed.

"I'll keep it well." Seryozha took out a handkerchief and wrapped the bone carefully.

Sludin nodded in satisfaction: "I wouldn't give it to ordinary people, but my uncle, Dr. Cullens, said you are a lovely and sensible child."

Seryozha was complimented, and smiled shyly: "Dr. Cullens is your uncle? I like him very much."

"It's really rare. There were no children who liked him before, and even I didn't like his old-fashioned personality." Sludin said cheerfully, completely treating the child Seryozha as a communication partner, as if he was not old at all. won't affect them the same.

"Dr. Cullens is very good. He is not rigid. My father said that he is a doctor who is rational and intelligent with a sense of justice." Seryozha repeated Karenin's words.

Sludin laughed again: "I think I'll like him too, though I haven't met your father yet."

They talked like no one else, until Seryozha looked at Srudin again and asked: "What should I call you, uncle?"

"Uncle?" Sruddin made a grimace, "I just graduated and became an uncle?"

Seryozha blushed a little and said: "Did I offend you?"

"Not at all, little one, well, you can call me Uncle Sruddin and I'll take it as a close compliment rather than a reminder of my age," Sruddin laughed.

Seryozha smiled again.

Anna took all this into account, and after seeing the Sludin talking nonsense about Seryozha, she felt it necessary to take another look at the young man.

And, maybe she should understand clearly, is it true that for children, after receiving a gift, their vigilance and intelligence are like a mouse being chased by a cat, and they will run away quickly?

And this Mr. Sludin has grasped the fatal weakness of this child in such a short period of time?

Then think about it again, if Seryozha was outside, wouldn't he be seduced by a cookie?

Anna thought deeply.