The doctor came, the diagnosis was fever, and the fat doctor was said to be the best in all of Moscow, but Karenin was skeptical, because the former had been trying to persuade the patient to accept the new treatment. Direct palpation is more effective, he says.

Karenin was generally a conservative man, but he was not stubborn either.

He would have accepted Anna's need to do that in order to heal, but his sensitive tactile nerves told him that the man in front of him was definitely not as famous as he had been rumored.

Oblonsky and the others soon returned, as well as Slyuddin, who had just found a good dance partner.

"Why would anyone ignore me as a doctor and go for the distance?" Slyuddin said deliberately.

Karenin frowned: "You lack practical experience. ”

"Be honest, Mr. Karenin, you are not such a rigid person, of course, I don't mean life, you do in life."

Slyudin did not deliberately ridicule Karenin, but sent the famous doctor away with a few words and a hypocritical smirk.

"See? It can be seen that fame does not mean anything. Slyuddin pouted, he wouldn't take the initiative to grudge with others, but it didn't prevent him from telling the truth in front of those close to him.

"Let me see, Mrs. Karenin, what do you think of it now?" Slyudin restrained his playful or mischievous look and became a little more serious.

Anna should have been a little curious, but now her mind was really not very comfortable, and she answered Slyuddin truthfully.

Slyuddin looked at Anna's tongue and pupils again, and he said it wasn't a serious illness.

"I thought it was serious." "The first time I've seen him like that," said Slyuddin, shrugged his shoulders and finally winked his eyes again, "though I have never seen Mr. Karenin a few times since I grew up." ”

Anna pulled the quilt up a little, and coughed sullenly under the quilt.

"Would you like some cough suppression?" Slyuddin asked.

Anna nodded.

When Slyuddin was out, Seryosha came in, his eyes slightly reddened, and he looked like he was blaming himself.

Seryosha walked to the bedside, then half-knelt, his little hand took Anna's hand, and whispered: "I shouldn't let you go to the balcony alone, even if you say you want to be alone, I can't play by myself." ”

"It's not your fault, I just need a night's rest." Anna said.

Seryosha kissed Anna's hand and two tears rolled from her eyes.

"Being sick hurts, and you must be uncomfortable again."

Anna actually doesn't like the way others blame themselves, she used to think: If it's my fault, I can bear it myself, will I be happy if someone else bears it?

She saw Seryosha now, and it was clear that this matter had nothing to do with him, but the child said that it was his fault. It's so strange, but it clearly does make her feel a little moved.

"Illogical, emotional behavior." Anna thought, but couldn't stop herself from putting her hand on Seryosha's hair.

She slightly clumsily straightened the curls on Seryosha's forehead, and saw his red eyes look up at her.

"Look, now I've passed on half of the pain to you, and you can replace it." She paused and continued, "Bear half of Mom's pain from being sick, and the other half won't hurt so much." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

Anna lied, and although she did not never lie, there had never been a time when she had lied for such a childish idea.

She didn't want to think about it, but when Seryosha was still looking at her, she gave the other party a positive reassurance again.

How easy it is for a child to trust an adult, just as he believes that pain can be shared.

Seryosha wiped his eyes, and he said he would be obedient.

A child says this voluntarily and spontaneously, and without complaint, there is only one answer, he loves the person in front of him deeply.

Anna did feel a love that wasn't meant to belong to her.

She had always been able to divide this love so sensibly and calmly, and she would even compare Seryosha to his former mother more than to her because of what she did.

It sounds surprising, but Anna used to be like that.

She calculates every emotion, calculates the meaning of every sentence, finds the most advantageous way for herself, lives, in order to take revenge on that family, and then, no then, she has not thought about life after revenge.

But now, it's really different, and something has already changed.

Anna tugged at her quilt tightly.

She was at a loss, as if the pain nerve was too long, so when it reached her brain, her tail had already been cut off.

When Karenin returned to his bedroom, he saw Anna's expression again.

seemed to be at a loss, and after seeing him again, he was subconsciously vigilant.

The first time, Karenin himself was dazed and overwhelmed, and was even stabbed hard after touching the hard shell, but this time, as if he had found some trick, he carefully touched the cat.

Cats don't like people looking down on him, because although they are arrogant and have fangs and claws, in reality, behind the fluffy fur, is a tiny, tiny life.

"Do you feel better?" Karenin asked, he didn't pull a chair and sit next to Anna as he did before. He seems to have learned about an unknown fetish of his wife.

Yes, she doesn't like to be in contact with other people, but in fact, she really likes the way people show her closeness. If you can hold out until you see through her disguise, because usually people don't like to be stung like that, just like people don't take the initiative to hug a cactus.

Karenin looked at Anna, who looked at him with a calm look.

In the middle of the ring, Karenin got up slightly and covered Anna with a quilt.

Hands are not opened.

Very good.

Karenin brushed a little more hair from Anna's cheek.

His movements are natural, and even because his style of action seems to have a sense of dogma, but inexplicably, in this atmosphere, there is a kind of intimacy, and it can even be said that it is a kind of pampering.

Anna tilted her head and silently pulled the quilt up.

"Can I sleep for a while?" She asked, in fact, expressing an order similar to that you can go.

"Sleep, Anna."

Sick people are always privileged, Karenin left and did not say anything more.

After Karenin left, Anna pulled the quilt open, then stared at the bedroom door silently, she thought: maybe it is really happy to marry a man like Karenin, but can this happiness really belong to her?

She didn't want to think about it.

A cat gets warmth from a species other than hers, but the strange feelings, the unfamiliar nature of the species, and the cat's own nervousness hold her back.

The condition was not serious, as Slyudin had said, so the next day Anna felt no more unwell. She smiled again, and Oblonsky was very happy, but Karenin noticed some evasion in his wife's eyes.

Karenin was no longer foolish enough to find a solution through Scyca, and in fact he himself seemed to have a vague idea of what to do.

Things weren't too bad.

Their marriage relationship is still stable, and as a husband, all he needs to do is give the best answer to the question in Anna's heart.

With the Universal Military Service Act imminent, he intends to put his affairs with Anna on hold for the time being.

The orderliness on Karenin's side was just a bit of panic on the part of Bianna, and after Karenin decided to slow down, she had time to arm herself again.

So, while Karenin was busy getting a vote in favor of the universal military service system, Anna had quietly put on her armor again. And by that time it was already April, and it had been a month since they returned from Oblonsky's house.

Because of Karenin's busyness and dotting, as well as the support of the noblewomen led by the Countess of Ligia, perhaps women could not vote directly in politics, but a man could not do without a decent woman, and this decent woman actually held a very large power.

In short, Karenin got what he wanted, and Russia adopted the system of universal military service.

The aristocracy resented the system, they could not hate the emperor, so they hated the clique headed by Karenin.

Vlamykiel told Karenin about the possible outcome long before he did so, but Karenin didn't care.

"If I'm worried about being resented, then I should give up breathing." Karenin sneered.

The timid resentment of those nobles would not have cared for Karenin.

"But think of your wife and son, too."

"Vlamikir, I was already a governor before I married my wife, and I was in this position after the birth of my son."

"If you are afraid of life and death, you should not become a government official."

"But you don't have the interests of the people in mind." Vlamykiel noted.

"I'm not a saint, I'm not a good person, I'm just a politician, Flammyquil. The government gave me a salary so that I could serve the community, not that I should only serve those who were disadvantaged. In the same way, I take the taxpayer's salary, and I will do my part. Don't think of politicians as social devotees, but," Karenin said in a deep voice, "don't treat the people like lambs to be slaughtered at will." ”

Vlamykiel looked at Karenin, but Karenin just looked away at random, and did not look at him again, as if the glance had been done at random.

"I have heard that the lady is separated from her husband, and that she herself is in Italy." Karenin said lightly, his eyes still looking at the official document in his hand.

Vlamykiel smiled, "That has nothing to do with me, sir. ”

Karenin looked up at Vlamykil and said: "This should be your private matter, and I have no right to intervene or tempt." ”

"The trust you have given me is worth it all." Vlamykiel said this, and he stepped forward and took the document that Karenin had already reviewed on the table.

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