1875

a quiet evening that is.the comforting quietness of love, how beautiful is that. You and your husband Alexei are quietly laying in bed, you are sat on on the bed, head against the headboard while reading a book, and his head on your lap,while you play with his beautiful soft curls.there are forgotten fresh flowers he brought you today sitting on the desk,his uniform is neatly folded and placed on the bedside table,and an admirable look of love in his eyes,he wished you were happy every day, never let you lift a finger in his house, he’s your protector and your provider, ne never hit you once, he’s despised those who hit their wives instead of cherishing them, he speaks gently with you and never raised his voice at you, even in the stressful times, he loves you endlessly, worshiping the ground you walk on.for him you were his treasure, his life, his happiness and his everything.

“How was your day my dear?”he said with such a gentle tone of voice,looking at you with those dreamy eyes