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"Please note that, sir." "Tomorrow - wait until the day after tomorrow at the latest. I don't know all the addresses yet, but if I start working hastily, I might lose only my life, so I think it would be good to know everything and do it without a single stroke. I'm searching for that address by the best means, so I think I'll be able to figure it out by the end of the day. And I'll let all of our party members escape, so please be aware." "Then -." "I'm going to spend one day ahead of time and I'm going to stay one more day to help catch the LC." "Then you're leaving soon." You don't have to just stay without work, and if I'm around, the police will be bothered - you'd better go. However, I think it would be better to lift the boundaries of Count Yoon's house tonight." "Why?" "I don't need it anymore." The LC Party is also losing Kim So-chun and is in a hurry, so it will be safe for a day or two until Kim So-chun's whereabouts are revealed, and in the meantime, it would be better to lift unnecessary boundaries." Tonight, Kim So-chun is going to resign to his birth mother's old lady, and he is asking her to release her guard to help her convenience. Even if it is not lifted, other methods cannot be devised, but it was not necessary because it was a method that was taken to prevent the terrible sin of falling at Count Yoon's house in advance. "Then I'll talk to the chief." "Please prepare another plainclothes officer." You need to be prepared to be dispatched whenever you need it. In my opinion, it will be all revealed tomorrow, but please arrange to convene about 20 plainclothes officers from tomorrow afternoon to the evening of the day after tomorrow." "I will." After asking for some requests and hearing what he had to hear, Renjun said goodbye to Pilho.

Inho made some requests and said goodbye to Pilho after hearing what he had to hear.

Dear my dear Jung-sook, I heard a brush from you again this evening. I've never been as depressed as today. It was sad that I was the only one wandering the streets of Busan (though you may have walked this street with me) with you in Daegu. Why am I so lonely even though I'm a lucky person? Where am I depressed because I'm here alone? I don't want to ask myself. I'm so sad to be away from you. I live where you are, I have to die. I want to cry because you're not next to me right now, and I feel like I'm going to die for some reason. What's the room, what's the money? I just miss you endlessly. You call me names. Hate me. Scold me with every word you can say. I'll take it with pleasure. It's not like you fell off my side, but I think I left you. But I feel like I'm crying in your arms right now. What is it to live...…. I drink the sea breeze alone. Oh! Forgive me. I've become such a lethargic man. You sold your courage a long time ago, didn't you? I don't even want to live in this empty world, crying and laughing. I don't want to be a friend of laughter or of crying because I don't want to die now. I'm only depressing. Despair. Throwing his wife and children into the countryside and wandering through the rotten sea city like a sinner. Oh, I'm not unhappy.

I am sad that I left you in Daegu and left you for Busan, and I am sad that you are away.

READER - Where is the blame for the so-called modernist and why their work is esoteric. Critic - I myself take extra care here. Recently, most of the new poems are influenced by Kim Ki-rim and Lee Sang. I'm not saying that they're not alive right now, and I have great respect for their achievements, but I think they're only of material value today by the times. I just felt an infinite attachment to "Shinge" and "Gokye," and that "Shinge" was not accompanied by spirit and action. "Gourmet"... It's just a struggle, and it's not a ritual, it's just a momentary feeling of trying to make others laugh and cry. Lee Sang had a Korean originality, but Girim was nothing more than an introduction to foreign literature and a transplant of the style of their poems. In a time when stubbornness and conservatism were rampant like that around that time, they were admirably considered revolutionaries and resistance, but the value of poetry is not high today. Girim further tried to bring poetry closer to science, but it was childish and a big illusion to mix poetry with science and say that science seems to dominate poetry. You know better than I have to tell you here that poetry had its own and superiority before science. It is difficult for today's generation to like or be influenced by these situations, and it is great as long as it is imitated by the spirit of treason by honor and ideals. Modernists are all about Tristan Chara, Paul Elouard, and Andre BrutonSome people support the movement of Islam and Shire Ali, which is also at stake, and the era of automatic technology law they did was naturally extinguished around 1936-1939. We must first learn the power to distinguish tradition from orthodoxy, and I am one who chooses orthodoxy.

I myself show great respect for the achievements of Kim Si-rim and Lee Sang, but I think that in today's era, there is only material value.

Young-ae's guest, who has been dragging her for a long time like raindrops, folds her forehead. And I stagger to the narrow floor with a drunken walk without saying anything. I'm attracted to my shoes as much as I can. 'Why are you leaving?' 'Yodam is coming again.' 'Hello! Where do you say you're going during the night?" and grabs the suit at the gate. Ma's empty hand comes up and shakes it off, "Yodam is coming again," and it's a drunken walk that stumbles with the cloth. Young-ae's eyes are full of poison, so one light can be seen two or three times. Lying alone in the empty room, tears flow as he speaks ill of Kimmaka in his mouth. It's already been one point and forty-five minutes. Young-ae comes in with a smile on her face. a bag of plump snacks in one's hand. When I opened the sliding door, the old socks swept into the corner of the upper neck, the old underwear, and the words are scattered. 'Are you coming already? Stay a little longer.' 'Wait! I'm coming for a bath.' "Do you go to the bath alone?" I'm going to get a little upset. "Yes, I bought snacks to give you." "Of course, my young-ae!" He pulls out his hand from the outline and runs fast. Whenever Akiko peed, she got into the urea, so she dipped her hand in it for a while, and then dipped her hand in it. However, it has been more than three months, but it doesn't seem to have gotten much nicer. After wiping his hands on the towel, he said, "Everyone only bought macaroons." First, he takes one off. "Do you just eat with that hand? Boy! I don't want to!" "Is it annoying?" I do that while peeing, too." "Does it still seem like a fake to eat?" But Young-ae was much more emotional than Akiko. I sit in that amount and eat it together without getting more angry. In his heart, he envied Akiko's life very much. Akiko, who boasts a pretty face with love from many customers. Young-ae herself has a small face that she wants to hug.

Akiko wiped her hands in the urethra on a towel and then bit off a snack that Young-ae gave her, and Young-ae was warm-hearted to see Akiko like that.

I thought it was a bad thing, but I didn't want to come down as it was. So I followed my feet. It was at the end of this village. Although it was faint and could not be seen well, it was the most flying barn in this village. The wall was still by everyone. After turning on the light and cleaning up something for a while, the sound of a child crying leaks out. I was surprised once again. It was because it was the cry of a newborn baby, which was hanging from his back earlier. It was definitely the baby cry of my daughter's age. 'It's a little three that there's none!' I gulped down the swelling from my stomach. I was drawing the face of the nanny in the dark, wondering where there was such a dainty side of the face. Which corner of the face would have such a pungent side of the face that seemed to fit the situation if it was around the eyes with a mild taste, the nose that looked generous, the mouth that was calmly closed, and the pee-dong. The nanny even sounded like that. It seemed foolish to be calm. That was the only laugh. I couldn't see a bit of it. As such, she was a nanny who had room in her face, body, and voice. The nanny? I can't do that!' I muttered this way when I saw the fact. Only then did I rip off the nanny once more. After thinking about it like that, I thought that the drooping eyes with eggs gave a sexy impression unlike my face.

I was once again surprised by the cry of a newborn baby that leaked while I turned on the light and cleared the barn for a while.

James Holloway had been losing his job for two months. In the meantime, he ate nothing - like a sick man or a small man. Also, I didn't drink alcohol like before. But I ate more than rice. He had the idea that alcohol was as beneficial to the body as rice for a person of his own constitution. But it was a matter of constitution at all. Some get drunk and become physically attached and others fly - this is a fact that proves everywhere you go. He was a heavy drinker. So he thanked God for it. But when he stood this morning with hundreds of friends of his age on the side of Hal's pier, his unique constitution was not clearly outstanding above the others. But they weren't high class people. It was standing in groups waiting to get a job. It happened to be 6 a.m., and the fine rain sprinkled the boho. The post-war situation was very desperate, but there was a calm feeling between them. They pressed cheap cigarettes into their palate in the morning. Most of them managed to finish their breakfast. They spitted on the ground and, when speaking - usually silent - spoke up, and joked and cursing boldly or briefly and pointily. Their jaws were rough with whiskers. They shave once a week. None of them had colored necks, and each of them wore a scarf. And they were wearing various clothes that they managed to pick up. There was a long recession in the harbor and in the valley business. They usually haven't earned anything in the last two or three months. In addition, wives and family members boiled in their families. If there was a sociologist, I would have had an interesting morning looking at how they and their families have been living for such a long time. But I couldn't write down the results and present them.

James Holloway had been out of work for two months and had the idea that alcohol was as beneficial to him as rice, but he didn't drink as before, and he became sick when he drank.

There were more than four to five people living together. Since the seats were small, it was a pledge while sleeping and also a public morality to lie on one side. If anyone had an upset stomach, it was a big disaster, so it was a big tragedy to wake up from sleep. I was going to a toilet or something, so once anyone wakes up, everyone in the room wakes up, and the next bedrock is...… The place where I slept first was simply a place where I ate porridge, so even if I could get up and go out, I couldn't come back and lie down, so it's a great loss. If anyone woke up only once, there was nothing else to do until there was a cough of indoor Confucius afterwards, and there was nothing else to stand outside the door and protect the place of the deep dream of the blue spring. However, it was all natural selection on its own, or when it all went from self-government to Geumuioksik, the yakchae would have been more budgeted for living expenses, but once the day it came into the black room, everyone was healthy. I had a stomachache or a cold, but I didn't have a single time, and I ran around and talked energetically. When there was a visitor, the desk was made into a tower of Maeyang Jinchuk. 2. Young people are in the midst of young people, so there are no days and nights, and the spirit of Manjang...… We had a very good chat. But they had been living in a very poor family. It's a bed without a podium from the cold stone during the time of anxiety, and meals are one meal a day...….

Since the seats were small, it was a big tragedy that it was a pledge while lying on one side while sleeping, and the whole room had to wake up to get an upset stomach or go to the toilet.

☆ I'll tell you an interesting story about lightning next month. "Children Vol. 4, No. 7, 1926, July 26th issue" The summer of the fire on the seashore occasionally rains. Suddenly, black clouds came from one side to the other, covered the blue sky with blackness, and a cold wind passed by and shot. - Swoosh! Shoot! - Shoot! The pouring rain is the rain. It's scary and refreshing to see the rain pouring down while tapping the tin roof or jangdokdae in the dark, not during the day. When that happens, it's the lightning and thunder that you know well that sometimes the sky flashes. However, how did this lightning and thunder come about and what? Not many people know the contents and identity the most. To put it simply, it's like this. There's something called positive electricity in the sky, and there's something called negative electricity in the ground, and they're always piled up and gathered together in the sky and the ground, and when they bump into each other, they flash and fire and sound. Fire that looks the same at once. It's a sound, but we see lightning first, and we hear thunder later. The reason why the fire flashes and the sound is heard after a long time is that the light walks fast and the sound walks slowly. When you look at an object nearby, you can't clearly see the difference in step, but the further the distance, the more obvious the difference is. Easily, for example, when you see a woodcutter cutting a tree with an ax in the deep mountains, you can hear the ax being stuck in the tree first and then "tapping" after a long time.

When it rains in the dark of night, it is the sound of lightning and thunder that sometimes the sky flashes.

The days when writing poetry was a matter of pure individual and individual purity are coming to an end. The act of writing a poem is considered to be in the same plane as the act of a landlord, merchant, or capitalist, and this is our typical form. As a result, S. Spender advocated a review from the perspective of "social utility," a problem before functions and methods, when numerous poetry movements that occurred in Gurapa after World War I were almost striving for the functions and methods of poetry. Here, S. Spender broke off from the opinions of their seniors, Elliott and E. Pound. S. Spender's theoretical ally and editor of East Ansology, M. Regarding the overall trend of the New Country faction, Robert said, "We grew up in the shadow of the Great War, so we have no memory of Europe's prosperity and stability before the war. The good business story before that is nothing but a source of history textbooks for us. We have no stability today," he said. S. Spender wrote a neo-socialist poem, believing this era of anxiety with W. H. Auden and others in some spiritual background, denying the clear propaganda (propergander) direction taken by most poets inclined to socialism, but he did not agree with traditional proletarian art. He accused proletarian art of not having originality and borrowing only ideological propaganda and forms of bourgeois art.

The time when writing poetry was a matter of individual purity and pure individual has passed and is the same as the act of a capitalist.

I saw that there was an old soldier among them. I could realize anew that it was one of the old men when the three of them took a walk earlier. Whether or not Dong supported the writing paper of Gina or the poet. In any case, he seemed to be very eager to write, and he seemed to be the longest person for the writer. When he finished writing, he began to read, crushing and fixing here and there. Of course, it was made into Chinese characters, but it was different from Beomjungum's, so it was followed by seven words. I usually forget the writing, but I remember this gate clearly at the end. It seems that I only guessed the meaning of his recitation in one poem, or that he read it in Korean in the first place. "…When I went back under this castle, I quickly saw the woman who was a pretty lady (in white clothes wrapped in a mist of thread, took off her feet, and had her hair plump in Western style). The faint, glistening silver outline of the woman, who seems to bend her slim waist like a willow branch and move it with her hands, was like a rising crescent moon. Gave me a red flower. Where there is sex, there is love, where there is love, there is poetry and happiness...." No matter how he recited this gate with a sad melody, my heart was pounding, my head was hot, and I almost cried. However, I felt ashamed of this jawless emotion and controlled myself, but the reader's hands trembled and his face turned red, and Lujak also burned his cheeks with rouge, and there was clearly tears in their eyes...….

Dong-gun finished writing very diligently, whether or not he supported the poet Gina's writing paper, and started reading by fixing it here and there.

"Why can't you wear your father's sixty-year-old hood for a moment? "If you can't wear it, quit it," Yoon Seo-gu said, twisting his arms on his crutches. "No, he's coming. Put it on. Now." Hun ran into the room with his clothes as if to block the burst water. My head is spinning. Hun followed his father around 20 houses as if he were three times younger. There was also an old man who said in front of his father that he had been brave in the stream. "Since the foreign wind has been stung, you should bring your father." What does it mean to have a good. Why don't you sit down and help your father with his work, since you've had a lot of food? See, the sixty-year-old man is like that from dawn to night, so what's wrong with his father?" "Yes." It was an answer without knowing what he meant. I'm not saying I'll do it, I'm not saying I can't. It was the only answer if the listener had listened to it. So was he himself. This interpretation was enough, and even if it was interpreted low, there were no conditions to argue. It wasn't really this or that. Hun came back exhausted. It would have been much more difficult between. It was hard labor to hear the same story in a dozen places. 'Yes.' 'Yes,' he said, repeating the same answer. I was slow when I came back. It was a few days later. Hun was being bold with his father by his sister's marriage. He came from a person who was in the military to ask for his sister. It happened to be his childhood friend and the family. My mother was also in a hurry because she was hot. My sister seems satisfied. But the father is the opposite.

After following his father, Hun returned very tired of answering the same story, hearing the same story, such as that he had a dragon in the stream.

Yeobang met a great man named Seobok at Jeongcheong yesterday. Dojeongak argued that Seobok was the envoy of Heaven and should be seated in the upper seat. The woman shrugged it off. "If Qin is a country, then our country is also a country. If Emperor Xi is Im, our country is Im, too. Tae Ui-kyung of the Qin Dynasty sat in the Seventh-seok, which is the equivalent of Daejeonui in Korea." First, he broke the story. Seobok, who was about to freeze once in the vain name of Emperor Xi's envoy, was rather pressed by his opponent's stomach. And this time, the envoy of a small country took a polite attitude toward the minister of a large country. And - - Cheonja said that he really yearned for the country of Haedong and sent 500 men and women to this country to visit the spirit of landscape, but he stopped at Dono's Joseon to get permission to cross the border without permission, and recommended that everyone in the world would not eat and wear it well. It's not that bad if it's. Moreover, it was also an acknowledgment that he wanted to boast of this country to other countries instead of this country. It's also a little unreasonable. However, if it was for the purpose of the field trip, it is possible to doubt that the company first found the challenging angle without looking for the other party in the natural order, and that it bribed the challenging angle. But he didn't bring any soldiers It seemed too brave to refuse to take only the children with them, so I arranged for them to visit the country tomorrow.

Dojeongak said that Seobok, the envoy of Heaven, should be seated at the top, but Yeobang told him to go and sit at the Seventh Stone.

The shape was funny, so everyone forgot the spirit of practice and laughed without knowing it. But for some reason, inspiration can't easily get out of the fire. Isn't it a son who took on the mission of a messenger who suddenly appeared in the nervousness of watching. He grabbed the old man's arm quickly and tried to fish him outside, but somehow even his son Seoseulengi collapsed on the spot. It was a practice that was so funny to see the two of them fall on top of it with inspiration, and the whole alley was laughing and laughing. What made the scene even funnier was that the women standing in the lighthouse poured sand and water on the fire, which they had been holding in a hurry, on top of the two rich men. I know how funny it was because I witnessed it that day, rather than embarrassing the two of you who fell down in sand and water. I've only heard the story of when the old man fell off the roof, but I don't know how much I talked about it on the spot because I've seen it with both my eyes. The shape of the two of them was not just funny, but rather a tightening of the chest with tears for some reason. That's why I could see special affection between you two. That's why I could see a different kind of affection. That day's peat exercise was more effective and successful because of a piece of comedyAll the people in the town probably got the same answer and got a good impression.

When the old man who was practicing couldn't get up from the fire and his son, who was trying to help him, collapsed together, everyone laughed at the sight of the two.

Changseon now puts her luggage on the lantern of the Sojan in the west of Choi, smoothes the Gilma to the plate, and then lifts Bokson up and sits on it. "Sit tight with your hands, don't go out again." Choi Seo-bang, who was standing in front of him holding a reins, looks at Bok-son, who is sitting on the back of a cow's glass with a white beard fluttering. Then, he touches the powder in the middle with his finger and asks, "This is chestnut, what is this raincoat?" "It's like an apple egg or a pear egg," Changseon says, looking around for a place to hang a chicken daraengi, and tying it with a baby orange (orange) behind the road horse. "What, Choi Seo-bangnen, why don't you just buy cabbages?" he quivered and asked, "It's not going well, so there are three or four things the size of two rats." He put a pipe in his waist and began dragging a "Ira Zze" cow. Cows finish their pee and move your legs. "I can't believe what was planted in the cotton field of Haengakdon became a rat's tail." Changsun mutters to herself, but as the cow moves her footprints, she quickly gets off the top of the field and leaves the road. Soon after, he saw his wife, Seo Bun, walking in careful not to get dew on the width of her skirt, and said, "I wanted to go in to see her, but I couldn't go in because I had a lot to do." Seobun pretends not to hear it, passes in front of her husband and follows Bokson after the cow passes calmly, does not turn her face without knowing what she was thinking, and says something else, "Don't forget the cow food."

Chang-sun put her luggage on the back of Choi Seo-bang's soju cup, lifted Bok-son up, sat on it, and told him to hold her tightly.

Instead, on the next morning, if you order Jangjeon and Shenzhen to bring a gisaeng's medical car into the house, there will be no problem, and this generous tyranny has become a big welcome for the flower industry, but these days, the tortuous legal problem of "bust damage" and "gutachi-sang" will arise and be put to trial. Shim Cham-bong was also a tactician who had gone through all the hardships, so he had no choice but to make sure that the wound was not too great even if it was not too much for a sense of smell, although it was roughly assumed that some pancakes were hidden in the dark stomach. So Shim Cham-bong said, "Honey, my future mother-in-law," with a polite attitude similar to an apology she didn't have in her heart. What's the point of being so angry. You must have hit Iljimae, whom you love so much. If it is true that Iljimae has a sore side, of course, it seems that it is true that he touched it a little severely while drunk. Look at my face. "I was not beaten, but I was hurt by falling on a beer bottle like this," he said, concealing the dishonorable fact that Shim Cham-bong was beaten by a chigak with his face, while trying to make an absurd example to cover up his ignorance. However, Iljimae's mother gradually raises her voice, shaking her pipe. "Han Cham-bong is rich, so even you do that. I was beaten to death with the remaining vinegar torn, but what do you mean I was stabbed a little. Don't be a little sensitive, too," he says, looking at Shim Cham-bong's face and clapping his tongue. Shim Cham-bong said, "The problem is already tangled," seeing that the opponent is getting more and more ready to order a mask, and added, "There is nothing we have to fight about here, blushing for nothing." I didn't hit you, but if Iljimae and Jang Ju-bong gather in one place this evening, it's a matter of natural judgment, so take care of this first." "What is this all about?" Don't beat someone else's child and think it' I don't know if he's dead or alive now. Let's talk for a while," he said, pushing the bloody land. Shim Cham-bong headed to the "Billyadpan" of Myeongchijeong Pavilion where Han Chi-gak was waiting due to the urgent report of the incident as well as the accident occurred unexpectedly.

Shim Cham-bong tried to hide Iljimae's thoughts of covering up her ignorance and the dishonorable fact that she was hit by a chigak in her face.

"I'll go." "I'll tell you when my sister comes out, so I think it's better not to come until then." "Okay. - Thank you." After praying for the girl's health, Joo-hwa left the place. He regained his calm consciousness when he walked quickly out of the alley and went out to Hwadong Street, fearing that he would suddenly be caught from the alley. In his head, cluttered by the danger of his own safety and concern for his men, the thoughts of last night's actions have now been gradually released. Of course, he did not feel 'heroic' pride in his little actions last night, but he did not feel a kind of joy and pleasure in his first mission, which he had done in a clear way. Even if he did not participate in the center of great spirit, he could not help but feel a natural pleasure because he thought his actions would be the action of a small screw in the complex action. And at the same time as appreciating Namjuk's trust in him, I couldn't help but feel like I've already taken a step completely within their solemn territory. As he is shallow and has little experience, of course, the feeling may be too much pride. But at least he caught the line to enter the territory, and he could not deny that it was true that he was trying to do it. It is impossible to deny the current process of entering a solemn world by groping the line with a woman. When he first met the girl, the meaning of the girl in his heart was different from that of a worker, and it is true that the girl's impression and personality still flow in his mind, but the coin not only reached his current process, but also his own order and conscience that woke him up. In other words, his conscience, who woke up, jumped up when he heard the ring of the maiden's bell. In other words, the wife poured oil on the fire of conscience.

Concerned for his own safety, he walked quickly out of the alley and regained his calm consciousness, and the thoughts of his actions were now released in his cluttered head.

"Maybe what possessed you to think of an apricot at night, no matter how bright the moon is." It was the first time I saw that the apricot thief went to see something terrible." The reason why Geum-nyeo aimed at apricot at the apricot tree house that night was because Hyung-sang noticed that he had left for the town a few days ago. It was not difficult to peek into the house since he was out of town. Although she was a female leader who quietly hid in a rice field and climbed an apricot tree and hid in a lush branch, it seemed like there was some harmony when the full moon, which had been bright, suddenly became dark. It turned out that the night was a lunar eclipse, so a black dog was aiming to eat the red moon in the dark sky. In the calm and dark, as if everything had fallen into the water, a flock of bats that seemed to be lost flew away, and the sound of owls in the mountain behind sounded even more unpleasant than ever. The sound of a dog barking at the moon from afar came out. Amid the leaves that could not be distinguished, Geum-nyeo shuddered with ominous thoughts, and her thoughts of apricots disappeared and she held the branch close. It was a hideous night when there was a bowel movement. The dog in the sky put the red moon in its mouth and bit it, and finally swallowed it completely. Cheonji became black and stuffy as if he had been buried in the ground. In the dark, where the owl's crying and dog's barking stopped at some point, Geum-nyeo put her face on her arm while she was scared and rather closed her eyes. When I closed my eyes, my ears became brighter, so I suddenly heard a whisper of a person mumbling in the midst of what time it was. The more my mind was focused on my ears, the clearer the sound of my words gradually became, so I thought it was coming from a wooden bench behind the apricot tree. The light was not lit in the room, and the eclipse began when he climbed the tree, so he didn't know there was a person under it from the beginning.

That night, Geum-nyeo aimed for apricots at the apricot tree house because she noticed that he had left the town a few days ago.

It was a long time before the beggar stood up. As a result, some people who tried to push away the beggar collapsed and were pushed back. The beggar stood up and held the gentleman by the waistband. The slow gentleman fell silent into the hands of the beggar. "Eat well and live well. Let's see how many days we live!" The beggar ran the gentleman into the gate without mercy and calmly went through the crowd. When the beggar left quickly, four policemen ran with the patrolman who was running earlier. The swings gasped and asked this and that where the beggar had gone. "To the other side……." Someone pointed out. The policemen ran out there. The gathering crowd went there again. We closed the north window. "Is there a beggar in Seoul, too?" asked a young friend from his hometown. "In Seoul? Seoul is not Seoul, but a beggar!" I replied. "Oh, there's a relief party for the poor and a famine...…. And co-accommodation...…." And the young friend is surprised at something different from his dream. "Huh!" I laughed. It was the early autumn of the following year. I followed a friend to Beopseongpo, Jeollanam-do. Beopseongpo is a place where the sea and moe are good. The moon was very good because it happened to be the 15th day of July by the lunar calendar. Originally, the eastern moon of Beopseongpo is one of the 12 scenic spots of Beopseong and is beautiful. I made my way to the creek when the moon rose with my friends whom I had promised in advance. Like falling smoke, the blue and thin fog covers the mountains, covers the sea, and gently wraps around the village.

The beggar grabbed the gentleman's waistband, rammed into the gate, and went through the crowd.

My shoulders drooped and my heart sank. I went down to Gunsan after spring from Seoul for various reasons. If I had money and drove around, what would I be worried about, but I walked around with this bridge, so I couldn't help but turn it on...…. It was last summer that I went to Gunsan like that. I went to Gunsan and found it for a month. They don't teach me well because I look like this. I was bothering to go around and play the Danso, and I asked him, and he said that he had recently gone down to Busan, where Se-si, Pyeongan-do, who came from Seoul, played the Danso. I left for Busan again and was caught by the police on charges of theft in the middle of the road……. You said you were going to go, but I guess you said it without me...….Yeah, I reported it a while ago, and when I went to Busan and visited the Yugwak that I taught you in Gunsan...… By the way...." He raised his head and looked up at the sky as if he were amazed. I've had an idea in my head. I heard the sound of a chicken crying in the distance. "I came here and...…." He opened his mouth. "The dragon woman came here 10 days ago and drowned. I came all the way back to the old days, but...…. If he had come a little earlier, he wouldn't have died……." The friend sitting next to me said, "Well, that's the invoice from the last time!" He spoke, looked at the man, and said quietly, "I will leave this place now, too."

He said that the dragon woman came here 10 days ago and drowned, and that he might not have died if he had come a little earlier, and that he would leave now.

"You're not thinking about Shimchambong like that, are you? Haha." The long philtrum moves up and down, and Iljimae's mother smiles. Shim Cham-bong, the 19th temporary measure, put 150 won of money in his vest pocket in both bags and took it out and placed it in front of Iljimae's mother. He was interested in the money in his heart, as he caused various fantasies while taking charge of 150 won for a while. Of course, it is not that I do not recognize that the money is not his or her own, but it was true that I had more than 100 won in my body. Shim Cham-bong took out the envelope and held a corner of the envelope at his fingertips, saying, "One hundred won and five ten won bills are in it, so take it in detail." Shim Cham-bong managed to put the envelope on the floor of the room. After hearing that Iljimae's collection was 150 won, a drop of black saliva fell on the floor of the pipe, and the stick that stood out poured out the end of laughter on its own. "One hundred and fifty won? Then it's going to be the cost of the medicine I'm going to go to the hospital for a while. However, I wish I could get better soon." Iljimae's mother thought that a play was coming in gradually, and furthermore, she left a meaningful backstory to continue playing the play later on. "But I went to a hospital where I went to, so I haven't come so far." Shim Cham-bong asked again because he thought Il-mae's behavior was somewhat strange. Iljimae's mother told a false lie and immediately rolled in 150 won, but if the back of the play was revealed here, she would not be embarrassed at once, and she thought it was not a good idea to clearly state Iljimae's actions with her own mouth. I don't know if I went to that hospital or somewhere else today, even if I don't have a hospital that I always go to. But Shim Chambong! Didn't you meet Nura outside the alley when you came in? "Iljimae's mother came in not long after her daughter and Nam Joo-sa went out. In the middle, I was worried that we might have gotten tired of each other, so I looked at Shim Cham-bong's face and asked.

Shim Cham-bong took out the money bung-tu in his vest pocket, and on the other hand, he finally put the envelope on the floor in front of Iljimae's mother's room.

He heard what others wanted to live in a palace and immediately thought about it in pairs with Miss A. He was surprised inwardly, saying, "Did a shy person have that side?" "Then, are you going to have a ceremony within this fall?" "Sik?" He looks possessed by the remaining fox. "Are you asking me to get married?" "Aren't you asking me to get married?" He cried because he couldn't believe what was left of him, and said, "You've raised your hand to your husband and wife! But you have to finish your sentence. So, you should step up and let go of the bridge." "Well, that's up to you, but if you hurry up and tell me, I think it's better to drink than Ms. A." "What?" The rest seems to have no idea. Yoo Yang was a rather strange woman who was supposed to graduate next spring after entering a women's college to become a doctor while being a lyricist at a girls' school in the same as a women's college. He had a derelict body and always had a grassy smile that bloomed in the morning. Yoo also once came to the mountain with a box of snacks, which is rare these days, on a drink that she made by herself in rotation with A. I didn't know how elegant the black seru skirt looked rather than a dress with red flower patterns on a watery background. The sound of the words whispering as if apologizing had a friendly taste. Yu played for about an hour and went back. At that time, he/she recommended Yuyang because he/she seemed to be more irrelevant to Yu than to Miss A. In fact, if he had chosen him, he would have chosen milk over sheep A, and if a person came to live in Gungchon, he assumed that one of these women would be a spouse.

Yoo was also friendly as if she was carrying a box of snacks that were hard to see in a homemade drink, crossing the mountains of Baekri-gil, making a noble idea, and whispering like an apology.

Lord, listen to him. I told you two things at the very beginning, but these two men are coming. Since my grandfather, I've been grazing my mouth by getting a few pieces of land from Sangjitmal Yoon Seung-ji. In the father's generation, the number of twelve horses was reduced to eight horses, and the eight horses were ten islands, so what if there was a harvest of Yeolseok Island. Two islands, seven horses? No, you're talking points. But in eight words, Hopoda tax, cotton bill, school bill, and there's nothing to save. You don't know why you're being charged with school expenses by a farmer like us who couldn't even enter Samdal Dugu School. I'm not saying we should talk about what the government is doing. That's what I'm saying. In any case, I have to do my duty to become a people with these two islands and eight horses, and you had to sell a penny of matches to buy them. Since this person is seven siblings, please come to my grandmother's 12 family. After a year of living with only two or two months of grain, which 12 families grind and eat, it's often cracked, and Jangri rice gets caught like a kite from a jujube tree. This guy looks like this. Two eldest sons are comingYoo. Since I'm the eldest son, my father taught me well to save me from writing, but he said let's eat well on my birthday. Let's drink after 20 years and there's no way to starve right away. However, my father stroked this person's head and said, "Chunseong, open your eyes and learn to write well. Even if your father is in two parts of his body, you will somehow make it public." He asked me to do so. Yes, at an immature age, these two people said, "Come! Whatever you do, I will do well in public and become a great person next time. So make your father do less work and I'll give you a bowl of your mother's two positions,' he thought to himself. That's how old this person was when he was nine. My mother thought of this person very well, saying, "Our Chun-sung, our Chun-sung" to others, as a hedgehog said, "Our Chun-sung," and the two mothers would not hold it and give it to him, but this happened once.

The farmer, who had been grappling with land, said, "I don't know why I'm being charged with school expenses," adding, "If I pay for money, taxes, and school expenses to the government, I don't know why I'm being charged with school expenses."

Around this time, even I, who was dark to peek into other people's lives, vaguely guessed the existence of several people who surrounded Yura. The extent of Yura's affection for them was incalculable. Certainly there was a glimmer of unease and pacing. One day, when Yura came to me, she praised the benevolent character of a colleague in an editorial room like a magazine company. My wife, who had been uncomfortable in the cold winter, decided to go to her hometown for a while ahead of the holiday. On the night of my wife's death, Yura brought the colleague from the magazine to the station and hurriedly introduced him to me in the car ahead of time to leave. Of course, I later found out that this was a person who had a relatively significant meaning in Yura's subsequent life - This is because Yura did not tell me more details about him besides praising his colleague's benevolent personality, and praising his personality could not necessarily be considered an expression of love. Of course, rumors about the two people sometimes passed my ears, but I knew well that there was nothing foolish and embarrassing like rumors in the world. Above all, there was nothing clear about Yura's attitude toward me as a person with a clear goal of affection. Of course, the sign of affection did not mean to hate and betray me for nothing, but the attitude when he treated me was at least not the attitude of a person with a loved one. When a person who has love is obsessed with love, there will be nothing else to seek from him or her for at least a certain period of time. I would like to attribute the explanation of his attitude toward me to his feeble mind rather than to the fact that the antenna of his mind is multi-pronged. That weak heart really brought about the suffering and caused an unfair tragedy.

Around this time, even I, who was dark to peek into other people's lives, guessed the existence of several people who surrounded Yura, but the degree of Yura's affection for them was difficult to know.

It was a house standing alone in a corner surrounded by mountains, with chestnut trees, weeping willows, and spring streams flowing in front of it, and also a small remote tile house with chestnut trees and grape vines intertwined in the back. It was a lonely house that looked like an empty house where everyone was rotting and collapsing, even though it was shabby and had a gate and a mud wall. When I opened the lonely closed gate and entered, a colorful flower bed that did not harmonize with this house decorated the garden, and old man Heo Yeon, who was growing flowers in it, looked at me. At my cheerful voice, "Is this Choi Bong-sun's house coming?" the old man just looks and asks, "Where are you from?" I came from Seoul by chance, or from a magazine company, and when I was hesitating, I heard the sound of a young woman as my feet were lifted from the dark opposite room. "Who are you looking for?" "Is this Choi Bong-sun's house?" "Where are you from?" "Seoul..."…." The woman in the room came out while I was wondering which magazine to end with. "Aren't you Kyung-ae?" That was unexpected. I didn't expect anyone who knew my name here to come forward. So when I looked at my surprised heart and surprised eyes, I found Choi Hwa-soon, who was an alumnus of my elementary school and middle school in the same year. After the graduation celebration, I saw Hwasun, who I hadn't seen for seven years since, with a word of "See you again."

When I opened the gate of the collapsed lonely house, an old man Heo Yeon, who was taking care of the flower bed, looked at me.

"Honey Ok, come in." I pushed Ok's back. His face was unfortunately bright. "Go on in." He entered the room with a smile and no choice but to "go in together. The husband lifted the table and put it in front of the jade, and said, "Giseong, bring in air. I can understand it well if it's an empty bowl. Look in the empty lot, my dear." I took an empty bowl and put the noodles in front of me. "Let's eat together, we." He listened to me. "I just ate a room." "I ate it, too. When you lower the court, pretend that you can't win." Ok let him do what he did. The mouth was quite bitter. My husband ate quickly and let me go. "Thank you for the meal, Mr. Ok," he let go of me, too. "I've been on vacation lately. At your school, too!" "Yes." "Are you interested in studying?" "Yes, well." "Mr. Kim, are you always here?" "Yes." My husband suddenly got up, took off his suit, and said, "Kisung, I'll drag you!" He ran busily, took off the hook, and put on a horizontal and horizontal haori. Ok-yi, who was staring blankly, said, "That's Muen-go again." Anyway, everything her husband did seemed good. My husband went out into the yard in his crooks. "Hey, Ki-sung, do you know how to build an attic?" He scanned the owner curiously. 'Well, if you build it, you'll build it.' 'Yes, can't you build an attic?' He smiled and came under the poplar tree. "I'll build it here. We need to build it quickly. Jung, is there a Ulzzang?" "A little bit." "That's good. Where is it?" Bok-sul barked when he came in from outside. He caressed Bok-sul.

The husband picked up the table, put it in front of the jade, told Kiseong to bring him an empty bowl, put the noodles in the empty bowl, and told him to eat together.

"What? Chang-woo, you papi!" In-ga's tough hand caught Moon Seo-bu. Moon answered quietly. I felt dizzy. "Oh, Janggujae...…Crying…… Jang Jang-jae ……please help me! If you save me, I'll sell you the bones and pay you back. Jang Gu-jae, please!" Moon Seo-gu's wife shivered and hung on the arm of the person. His plea was already trembling with tears. "My Bomi Woddy, salt will come out! Did you give it to me? Did you give it to him? Oh, why did you give it to me?" In-ga's fist rang the ear wall of Moon Seo-bu. "Oh dear!" Moon fell to the ground. "Oh, my...Yes, yes... Oh, Janggujae! Please...Please save me…….Yes." The wife, who was holding down Moon Seo-gu, falls on the ground and rubs her hands while looking at the stamp. "Now that you're a sage...…Needy Joey (wife), Woddy (I) take it!" In-ga kicked Moon Seo-gu and pulled Moon Seo-gu's wife's wrist, with her hands, feet, and rain on her face. "Needy Woolley is going home!From today on, Nidi Woolley Emine (wife)!" "Jang Jang-jae...Please... Oh, my God.…" "Egoo Emma," ran the example of sewing in the house. In-ga drags Moon's wife mercilessly to her house. "Take me! Moon Seo-bu, who had collapsed, grabbed the arm of a person. With the sound of "Tamana!" at the feet of the people, Moon Seo-bu fell down. "Oh, mother! Why are you taking my mother? Yes, yes... "Yuk" Yong-rye bit off the hand of a Chinese man who grabbed his mother's wrist. Inga, who saw Yong-rye, took Yong-rye, Moon Seo-bu's daughter, over his daughter Yong-rye.

Moon Seo-bu's wife hung on the arm of In-ga, begging for her life, but In-ga punched Moon Seo-bu and dragged Moon Seo-bu's wife to her house.

"Well, father, I sold a long-distance field for nothing. We don't have enough fields, so we don't plant wild ears in empty land. If you set up a factory in our field, our grain will not decrease as much as that," the youngest said bluntly, "You're right, but I heard that the factory is a textile company. We don't have enough cloth, shouldn't we make a lot of cloth?" "Clothing mand is a factory." Makdong's eyes shone strangely. "Yes, your brother, who died after going to Jingyong, would be glad if he became a cloth factory on the field. However, our land has been reduced by the amount of long-distance fields, so we should collect more from other fields as much as it comes from those fields." One Sunday in April, on his way back from his father's errand, Dong-i went long distance and went behind the station because he wanted to see a field that suddenly became a factory. "Oh, you must be building the factory very big." Makdong looked inside through a perforated hole in the board. However, there was something covered in front of me with a small hole, so I couldn't see it at all. So I went around with the board, and fortunately, there was a place where one of the boards collapsed. Makdong was worried, saying, "Wouldn't he go into a place like this quietly and listen to you?" but it was already evening, and the people who worked at the construction site were all gone, and it was quiet. And I couldn't control my desire to see my own field. "I'm not going in to steal anything, but just looking at our field for a moment, it's still." Makdong made an excuse by myself and slightly entered the factory. However, Mak-dong, who entered the room, was puzzled. Iron pillars looking black, timber, tin, and cement units, and roads piled up inside, so I couldn't guess where I used to stand, let alone my own field.

A mill for hanging cloth will be built in the long-distance fields where the youngest has been dug.

By doing so, my own anxiety and disappointment grow. That's why I came out of the house easily. I was so confused as to what to do with me that my head was going to be ruined. S! When our train arrived at its destination, I suddenly became tearful and murmured to myself, "S! Kim! I'm here to cry as much as I want." "To cry?" And strangely, his eyes were wide open, and he said, "Why and why?" "I am rich in life. I'm definitely the type of loser. No, it's in the process of being a loser! Therefore, the site of the old king, which has already been destroyed, is an appropriate place to share my sorrow." My answer was like this. "It's funny. We're going to get an old vestige of anything small to decorate my current life! I still don't remember crying. When K, my comrade, died so unjustly, I only remember crying because I couldn't stand my anger. I haven't been so moved that I can't help but cry. What I meant was that if there was a day when I succeeded after all the hardships, I was so thrilled that I felt like tears would flow down. I'm looking for a place to cry! It's so romantic. You seem to have already lived half your life, so do you have leisure time to find a place to cry? I don't spend a moment on meaningless things. I don't have time. A person's life is a long and very short thing. Your life is too free. A leisurely life is usually meaningless." You laughed at me! I listened and closed my mouth.

When the train reached its destination, S asked me why I came here to cry to my heart's content, and I replied that this was the right place to share my sorrow as a rich man of life.

Under these motives, I hope that this disease, which was caused by taking this route, will be served on your table, and that you will have a high reputation……. They've sent it to the printing office and they've been printing it very nicely. And I sent invitations to all sides to hold a tasting event at Dr. Park's house for Christmas. There is no need to say again that the invitation is just a bottle, and that there is no sound about the raw material and the motive. It's been quite busy since about four days before Christmas. It's winter, so you don't have to worry about your feces rotting. So I asked my husband to buy ten bottles. And for four days, Dr. Lee, Lee Na, Sunam, Bok Dong, and two temporary assistants, all lived in the poop to analyze and process it. There must be a pair of dirty things, but just thinking about it, I can't stand it. I'm sorry for the doctor, too, but he's going back and saying Bok-dong and Su-nam while using the Federal Chosun Hotel when no one asks him to. The day before Christmas, I stay up all night and make everything, and the morning after that, I wash the house again. Well, I can't help but smell the poop from room to room. It's not that it's not, but it doesn't fall out after the strong smell of it. Of course, I couldn't wash it with medicine, so I sprayed perfume at the end to hide the smell. The guests came around 01:00 p.m. The doctor, who was originally nice and had no social relationship, came here and went back and forth, smiled and looked for Bok Dong-ah, Su Nam-ah, and scolded his assistants.

The doctor, who was sorry because everyone had a hard time analyzing and dealing with feces, took a treat at the hotel.

In other words, in general and internally, it could be seen as a reflection of our consensus as a direction of a new start as a conclusion of self-criticism about old stairs. However, since the common form and unified direction of literary activities were lost, the rise of romanticism or humanism and others was the product of clumsy creativity rather than a reflection of everyone's consensus. This process clearly reflected the loss of a unified direction and the elements of the chaotic search for the dark, and it was not possible to see a consistent reflection of intention in various advocates. I see that the phenomenon of such interest and confusion is not unique to the discussion of romanticism humanism, but is already sprouting in the discussion of realism today. However, as I said earlier, I am not criticizing the imprint for expressing his belief. Whether an imprint advocates "the literature of the people," claims "the literature of accusation," or suggests any literature, it belongs entirely to the freedom of imprint. However, as long as these "some literature" is not just an individual's declaration of direction, but rather a general direction lost in chaos, it must be asked whether it matches the thorough perception of literary reality and one's theory. It is common in the past and now that a theory has universal validity not because it is convenient for the imprint, but because it is the result of a profound grasp of objective reality.

If a literature reconstructs the general direction lost in the midst of confusion, it should be asked whether the thorough perception of literary reality and what one claims match.

It is believed that the fact that the various forms of literary production scattered around us are already facing a state of helplessness that no stimulus to reality can bring about will suffice. The reality is self-indulgent and the literary people are sleeping. Furthermore, as previously stated, there is a more serious tragedy as a literary person, even though he tries to sophistate and have only superficial face and prestige. It is no exaggeration to say that the psychological duality of Koreans, who never feel responsible for themselves, but who blames others like a habit, is Korea's concern pointed out by Mrs. Fletcher. She compared Korea to a sleeping giant because she was able to find out at the beginning of the travelogue that her preliminary conception that "Korea was a reclusive country that would emerge at the end from behind an isolated castle in the East" would still exist. In a nutshell, Lady's conclusion was a painful pessimism about us. We can get a decisive answer to this fact from Swing's honest statement that when he left Korea and got off at Tokyo Airport, all procedures were gone like a hazy memory, like Starback's statement that hospitality was "the most attractive form of human design." However, rather than criticizing the Korean pen club for its huge business of welcoming them, unknown writers who were conceited about emotional exchange with them on such a scale sometimes intervened, and we could not exaggerate ourselves more than anyone else at the tip of the century, In other words, it is necessary to sincerely pursue and reflect on how to be compromised with literary ethnicity.

We can get a decisive answer from Mrs. Fletcher and Steinback's remarks about the literary man's silence in real-life self-indulgence.

"Speak clearly, this child," the woman said kindly, looking into the child. But he remained silent until the end. When I sit there with a smile, "This kid is crying!" She looks into the little student's head. At first glance, I saw it on the other side, and tears dripped through the dark inner eyes. At that time, when I assumed that she was an orphan with no father or mother, I asked her why I had asked such a question, and how much the heart of that young thing would have hurt without her father and mother, as I guessed, "Come, look." I moved "Shuhunodomo" out of her hand and put it on my lap. I felt that many people's eyes were focused on the child when the child was slowly looking at the child while washing his tears. In no time, the car reached Ancham on the Domungang River. After being checked by the Chinese constable, the car had already slipped while I was chatting with the child. The woman next to me shook my shoulder lightly, and said, "It's Domungang, look at that meat!" I turned my head and looked at it as I was almost done. The willow branches that stretched from side to side along the river were blue into the river, and when I saw the goldfish swimming into it, I forgot how many times I was hiding the number in one, two, 1, 2, 3, 4. "There's meat, too!" I pointed out with a small hand, and I held the child's hand tightly and muttered.

When I guessed that the child was an orphan, I thought why I asked such a word recklessly and how painful the young man's heart must have been, and I moved the Shufu no Domo from her hand and put it on my lap.

My hobby - Jomi's Gyeong - Whale is said to be a noble hobby, but to put it bluntly, fishing is a cruel hobby. It is a cruel act from the killing, such as hitting a worm endlessly in the middle to buy it, or picking up fluttering shrimp and using it as bait, and it is the original intention of fishing to be satisfied by promoting another larger killing. If you think of the principle that a living animal is alive itself, it would be cruel to kill such a small number of lives, but when you hold the shrimp's head with one hand and put strength in the other, you can feel the pain at the fingertips, and when the whole body shakes. Aside from the chicken's collar, I have to frown without looking straight at others getting needles, which is why I have such a cruel courage in this fishing alone. When I think of a large carp like the palm of my hand being caught, I'm completely obsessed with the charm of pulling out the strength of the needle's snout so that it wouldn't rip as he ran here and there to avoid getting out of the water.

It is cruel to cut earthworms in half and thread a hulttogi with a fishing hook or to use shrimp as bait from killing, and it is the intention of fishing to achieve satisfaction by promoting large-scale killing.

"Please look into my face for a while, not a mare." Yeon-sook quietly pushed her tearful face before Youn-hoon's eyes, holding Youn-hoon's shoulders with both hands. Younghoon looked into Yeon-sook's face as she was told to do as a child. "Let me go because I'm inje." After looking into it for a long time, Younghoon struggled and opened his mouth. "Younghoon is so scared of me that he wants to go..."...to go to avoid tragedy...… That's... That's proof that Younghoon is in love with me." Younghoon did not answer. "It's just that Younghoon's mouth doesn't say it." "………………." "Younghoon is afraid to sit in one seat with me for a long time. If Younghoon doesn't love me, why are you scared of running away?" Yeon-sook stroked Younghoon's cheek with her hands and said, "Don't you feel sorry for me?" "...……………." With a frightening willpower, Younghoon tried to ignore Yeon-sook's words. However, the limit of his() efforts was already being nullified. Younghoon poured his cheeks on Yeon-sook's face. Yeon-sook's lips came running. "Yonsuk is a devil!" Younghoon murmured like a bedtime. "The devil is good, too!" came the hug. "Yeon-sook is a yobu!" "Yobu is good, too!" Younghoon used his energy in front of Baek Yeon-sook's fierce body, which had an experience of longing, but the castle in his heart was already falling apart. Han Eun-ju was disappearing in the fortress, but there was nothing more than a faint existence in the distant world.

Younghoon looked into Yeon-sook's face to ask her to look at her face and said, "Let me go now."

The breath snapped. As soon as the king's heart sank, the princess's body, which was still a little light, became as heavy as a thousand pounds. "Princess! Princess!" was expected, but in this unexpected incident, the king hugged the princess' body and found the princess lightly. Aegokseong Fortress, which commemorates the death of Lee Dong-an, the mother of state, was burst out from the Hyebi Lee clan. × The next day the award was formally proclaimed. In the 14th year of King Gongmin's reign, it was still winter when the hot wind was still burning. × a long and short life. a short but long life. When the king was still living in Seoul, the Yuan Dynasty, under the name of Mongolia as only Goryeo Jongsil, he received the daughter of King Wei of the Yuan Dynasty under the name of the Yuan Dynasty. In other words, it was the princess who passed away this time. Later, she returned to her home country of Goryeo and succeeded King Chungjeong as King of Goryeo, who had loved her for 14 years. If it had not been for the help of the beloved princess during her turbulent life sitting on the chaotic political faction of Goryeo for 14 years since her accession, the king would have thrown the throne and left with the princess to find a home for love in a quiet place. On one side of the beaches in the east, west, and south, there was a constant Japanese rebellion, and on the north side, there was a Hong Geonjeok rebellion, so there was no peaceful day, and sometimes the king even went to Sangju in the distance. As such, there was no day when foreign exchange was cut off to the east, south, west, and north, and civil strife continued inside.

The winter princess, who was overcome by the hot wind, passed away, and the national statue was officially proclaimed.

In April, I traveled to the north, and in May, I spent a lot of time with backlogs due to travel. When I asked my wife, she said that she had not heard anything from C for a month. I was worried inside, but I didn't have the courage to write a letter first and ask about H's roots. It was, so to speak, just waiting for H's swelling every day. One day, in a dream, I saw an old temple and came down the slope, and I met H coming up cheerfully with a black suit jacket and a black soft hat, and I hugged him in my usual shape and asked him how he was feeling. In other words, H smiled in his usual way and did not answer. Then H shook up to the old temple and saw him enter the neat gate, and I was alone in grief --. Then when I woke up, it was a dream, and it was already time to wake up. I told my wife, "Honey, H must be dead," and she smacked her lips, saying, "Well." Then, when I left Jungmun to go to school after breakfast, there was an obituary postcard that H died the day before. It's so strange. If H died and there was a soul, he would surely find me before he went up to heaven. Perhaps his soul couldn't leave the body and the two women who cried with love -- his mother and C -- who had brought the unfortunate twenty-six years, so he hesitated and wandered for a week and night before finding me. I came back and gave the postcard to my wife and said. Tears flow from his wife's eyes, "I feel sorry for C more than H -- C is a very rare woman. She's a hot girl."

One day, when I met H in my dream while waiting for H's obituary, I woke up from my dream, had breakfast, and was leaving the middle gate when I found an obituary postcard saying H was dead.

I started reading as if taking away the manuscript because I wanted to know the reason for the '1jeon 5-ri' as soon as possible. My Life - M's Appreciation Diary Sculpture 1, I listened to my relatives' personal complaints, and I forced the body of the disease, which was not very sick, but was weak, on a rickshaw, and headed to the hospital that looked like hell in our eyes. Every time a man's almost black wheel strikes a stone and goes up and down, the unpleasant, rather extremely painful stomach cramps occur, and the area comes out to his neck and goes back. The sky is small, as if looking out through a telescope, and its light is yellow above the pine light, and dark above the gray light. It seems to be endlessly yellow, or it seems to have been pressed on top of my head. Then, there, a bright yellow, strange cloud reverses the speed and runs away as if to race with a rickshaw. The bright yellow sun is hanging darkly so that even if you look at it from the front, it will not be sour. There are some clouds, but it is clear for a cloudy spring day. However, it was darker in my eyes than on a winter day. The sun is dark, and it is my head that is darker than that. It's not that dark, heavy, and I don't know clearly that it's my flesh, and I keep getting sick from the shameless sitting on top of my body, and the drooping forward that doesn't know what's weird about my body and head. It would be better if it vomited when it came out, but this area...… It only comes out of the body, spit in seconds, kick it back into the mouth, kick it again, spit it out, kick it again, kick it back in the chest, hold it in the stomach, go back from the stomach for a long time, turn back to the head, turn back, turn back to the fingers, and twitch.

I was heading to the hospital for hospitalization with my sick body on a rickshaw, and the wheels were shaking, and the area almost came out to my neck.

Kim Sosa hugged Dorji like that, but he couldn't move and came to the hospital. Even in such distress, I was not negligent in the protection of my granddaughter. Whenever her granddaughter Mong-ju came to the ghost and giggled, the old Kim Sosa's chest seemed to be torn with a knife. It's not that it's pitiful to suffer from water quality, it's that "Mom -- Jus..."… Mom, just...…." I couldn't tell how sad it was when I was looking for a mother who didn't even know where she was. "Sh-- don't cry! Monju, don't cry. If you cry, Evie will come. My mother is dead. Now-- eat my jus," he said, leaving his withering milk in the monkey's mouth. Monju drinks it well, but cries again if it doesn't get milk. The weeping of the weeping was affectionate. While trying like this, the distant dawn began to rise, and the boat was less likely to jump and play, so Mong-ju fell asleep. Kim Sosa fell asleep because of that. Kim Sosa, who had a grudge that could not be forgotten even if he died and became a mudslide, could not be comforted. Every time he fell asleep, a disturbing dream made him stir up. It was a dream that I couldn't even remember when I woke up, but my head was always empty as if I had been hit by a ghost bat. When he woke up, endless worries, and when he fell asleep, ugly dreams made the old man shrink even more. Whenever he thought of his old self, he couldn't help thinking of his willless granddaughter. "Doo--." Kim Sosa woke up from a scattered dream at the sound of a violent miracle. He saw his granddaughter in his arms as soon as he opened his dim eyes, which were completely turned off. The monju, who was riding in a strange way, was sleeping. Kim Sosa's heart was filled with cute and disappointing feelings when she heard the soft breath that passed through her red lips. Unconsciously, he hugged his granddaughter and kissed her on the warm cheek. He was almost enthusiastic. His eyes were full of laughter. Silent tears came back to the eyes where laughter flowed. He lifted his nose and looked back at the cabin. The morning light flowed through the round pier. The red and warm light was very welcome. Some people were lying in their arms, some packed, and some were busy going out to the deck. Mrs. Kim stood up by gently removing the arm that had been cut by her granddaughter and cutting a bundle instead. Sitting up, he grasped his empty head.

Kim Sosa, who seemed to tear her heart with a knife when her granddaughter Mong-ju giggled and looked for her mother due to water quality, bit her withered milk into her monkey's mouth, saying not to cry.

K does as I say. The plan is to return next spring and have a wedding ceremony so that it is not ugly and then take it with you. But what you say is different. In other words, weddings are always fine, so we will go out together. Even if you live, you have to live together and die together, so you can't just open your mouth and come back and take them away. And it's hard to believe a man's heart. It was your resolution that it would be good for me to have a hard time growing up like a frog in a well. This social organization is still the standard for men. Women are good to enjoy together when they are happy. However, in their hard lives, it is easy for women to act as monks who bind men. So I advised him again to leave K alone so that he could settle down to some extent, and you also showed the light of OK and agreed. And I've been firmly determined by K when I see you, but...…. Now I know. that there was not a gap between the two of you between my advice and the thickness of a blank sheet. Also, is my heart not reliable. As the youngest child of three siblings, I was too precocious, but you were growing up as a pampered child, so to speak, "Mansook." You don't know 10 ri outside of your house other than being led to Incheon or Kaesong by a teacher in school days. When I think that you are now crossing the border, I wake up.

You said you'd go out with K regardless of the date of the wedding, so I advised you to take K after getting some seats, but now I find this remark useless for their love.

Suju Large! You can see that you've seen it once before, so you'll see a single wooden bridge as a specialty of Geumgangsan Mountain. A long wooden bridge that penetrates the clear flow between the cliffs. This bridge, which does not show much skill in nature, will enhance the pure beauty and beauty of Joseon. But there are still some bridges like thisI usually put on wild makeup in places where people are frequent to dry. Even if you go to an inn, you can't get a savory treat. Although there are tea shops lined up on the street, they forcefully recommend lukewarm yellow water to the kkakja teacup, but no one gives them a bowl of cool cold water. Suju Large! It is of course a good thing that the Geumgangsan Mountain in Joseon will rise globally. However, wouldn't the world value be greater where Joseon's unique culture, scent, and scenery are not lost. It's beyond pathetic. But it's not something you can't. I'm the only one who feels nostalgic like this. Still, if the atmosphere of Joseon remains, I would listen to countless considerations, but he also feels bitter to see the already unusual Pengki (paint) dancheong. The only thing that has ever caused us is the name and humble inn like Ja-wook crawling on the good rock. People from other countries had to shoot like this so that they could not see a piece of stone with their names engraved on it. Rather than erecting a monument and planting trees to commemorate it, it seems that they have not done anything vulgar and cruel to cut down natural objects. They are truly uninstructible people.

The Jangmok single-wood bridge in Geumgangsan Mountain enhances the pure beauty and scenery of Joseon without performing techniques as it is.

The book was angry. It was already many years ago that such customs began, so even though he knew it, he realized that it was his fault that he was caught in the forbidden net. Coincidentally, it may be the cause of the misfortune that three companions gathered overnight because they were on duty for sericulture. A silkworm that just woke up from a nap doesn't require much mulberry. If you go out to the farm mulberry field on a dim evening and pick a few baskets at once, the overnight silkworm farming was enough. At the end of this easy work, the companions were leisurely looking around the flower bed at night, or making fun of the cows or sheep in the cage. Hak-soo and his best companion Myung-jae fiercely discussed what was on the grass next to the flower bed, and when they followed the dark into the room, the two suddenly stopped talking, and instead began to read the books they had kept. Is it because he was too nervous to read. He didn't even have the power to discern who came outside or who came into the room all of a sudden. As the problem grew, Hak-soo and Myung-jae had to blush and stutter in front of many eyes when they were called to the staff room several times. That was not all. The proposition was that the scholar was visited by his homeroom teacher at the house in the town or at the house in the far port. The more excited I was, the more things happened, and I ended up going as far as I could go. After many days of unrest, Haksu and Myeongjae were banned without a deadline, and when the deadline for the Geumjok in Geundalpo was expired, they received a final notice. The prediction was one conclusion, but I was stunned at first by the huge stool. It was not like the school was full of hope from the beginning, but it was not as fun as it was pouring. It was just a kind of habit that led to daily routine. They know very well that it is a sorrow that has been passed and broken early. However, even if it was in their real minds, they were fond of losing their place to step first, and they did not have a plan for the future. A great unexpected depression came and cast a dark curtain before my eyes. Moreover, Hak-soo was even more troubled when he thought about his future with his wife. The narrow school air was considered too stingy, stuffy, and stenciled, but I didn't dream of the opposite effect coming so soon.

I was so absorbed in reading that I couldn't tell who was outside or who came into the room.

It's the next morning. Out of nowhere, a registered mail of "Cray Wholesale" was sent. I thought strangely and hurriedly took it off, that is, it was a money ticket sent to me by my oldest nephew in the distance to celebrate my life. Birthday(?) When I think about it, it must be my birthday. I've never remembered my birthday in these years because I've been wandering around for more than a decade. In fact, I was forgetting myself this day, but unexpectedly, when I received this letter, I realized that something unknown in my heart tickled up to my chin as if listening to mysterious music and then crept back down. I didn't feel sorry or sad about the past without knowing my birthday, but I was moved by my nephew's love and sincerity for not forgetting about this day and sending me congratulatory letters and money from afar. After being moved, I even thought of a useless sad thought, but if anyone writes it here and sympathizes with it, it will be a big concern for me again, so I won't tell you the sadness that came to mind for a while. The next day, I notified the school and told them why I had to be absent for an inevitable few days. So - from this day on. The reason why I was in a mess in the pineapple container - when 8,90 students were informed that I had pleurisy, four, five, or 10 students visited me every day. After two weeks of lying down for a week, I was hospitalized again, so it was a great comfort for me that students sometimes came to visit me when I was alone in a lonely sick bed during these long summer days. But there was one difficulty here.

The next morning, a registered mail suddenly flew in and took it off in a hurry, thinking it was strange, and it was a money slip sent by my eldest nephew in the distance to celebrate my birthday.

It is too timeless to laugh at it as shameless and brazen. The morning porcelain is too moral. - This led to a bizarre life that changed like a different person in the morning and afternoon. Paeyeon criticized herself in the morning. There was nothing unreasonable about it. Even yesterday afternoon, there was nothing unusual about the idea and behavior that was ridiculed for being so stupid. In the afternoon, I also criticized what happened in the afternoon. That's also very reasonable, just like in the morning It was so natural. The work of the morning was justified in the morning, and the work of the afternoon (as opposed to that) was justified in the afternoon. I couldn't find out the flaws in the morning. In the afternoon, I couldn't find out the flaws in the afternoon. Even the most detailed part of the theory, which clearly criticized the idea of the afternoon as a wrong idea, was thoughtful in the afternoon, but even the theory, which was just as legitimate in the morning, seemed only abusive or sophisticated in the afternoon. The afternoon also looked like that in the morning. In short, there was a large and large hole in the bed before the nap and in the bird after the nap that could not understand each other. Here, Paeyeon decided to unify herself somehow. Although there are times when his reason and personality are opposite to him, he tried to create a unified fashion that could be pretentious on the surface. Shall we change the afternoon self to the morning self. Shall we change the morning jagi to the afternoon jagi.

When Pei-yeon criticized the morning and afternoon events, it was so natural that her thoughts and actions were not unreasonable or unusual.

It has been a long time since they came away complaining that they were not treated as people. The more he was abused, the more the circle formed and the anger grew. Although their circle and anger could not be unified toward the same goal, if it was eight, eight people had the same unfair judgment and one lot of emotions. It was a very tiring day. Around noon, when I finished my mornings and gathered in a large room below the floor with a drowsy body, this sigh leaked from whose mouth. "Why are we suffering so much?" A rather young Chang-gi named Bong-seon jumped out and said while everyone remained silent as if they had no backbone to talk. "Isn't it because you or I are desperate?" Who wants to serve a husband as proud as others, give birth to sons and daughters, and live well? How can I be born with a wonderful life?" Na Chan-chang, Booyoung, who had been silent for a long time, protested as if he could not agree with this remark. "What's all this about. Why did you leave your hometown and do this after abandoning your parents and losing motivation because you were not as good as others. Why are so many people born with such a strange fate?" "Isn't it all because of the sale?" "But you're the sale."…No matter how much I think about it, I think there is something that separates us from each other like this." Chae-bong, who was newly sold from a rural area in Gyeongsang-do and tired of crying and hawking every night, ran out and shouted in a hushed voice.

They, who have not been treated as people, had complaints, and the more they were abused, the circle was formed, and everyone had the same unfair judgment and a lot of emotions.

I feel colder and more nervous because I skipped dinner. It's common to starve for a dinner, but I can't stand being colder and more nervous because I'm empty inside. Deoksoe looked into the waiting room through a closed window. I don't know how many times I look down. The stove, whose bottoms are red on fire, is hot just by looking at it, making me want to hug it. By the stove, an old man in the village sits alone on a pipe, smoking a cigarette, and sitting bored. Deoksoe turns around and paces for a while, and this time she looks at the clock in the waiting room. However, the clock has been standing with two needles stretched out in a single line just by looking at the arm. He is not fiddling. Since it's so cold and windy this evening, will the last train come? If so, I'm struggling in a cold place for no reason. Yeah, I'm starting to wonder. He went by the side of the waiting room and the office in a row and looked into the lighted plan. The stationmaster of the gold-rimmed box did not come out, and the station master sat on a stool and dozed off by the stove. Deoksoe thought it was good, so he quickly returned to this side and opened the waiting room door and entered. If you get caught, you'll be cursed and kicked once or twice, but it's much better to warm yourself up on a warm day, and it's even better if you don't get caught by luck. The hot atmosphere in the waiting room is hot, and the rustic smell is high, perhaps because the old man is enjoying the assortment. But Deoksoe was rather eloquent. Deoksoe could not get close to the stove even though he stood in the waiting room, but he went to the floor far away and walked half awkwardly.

The old man sat idly smoking alone by the fire, and Deoksoe paced around and looked at the clock in the waiting room, but the clock stopped and remained motionless.

"Oh, is that so? I didn't know! Oh, I ate it because I wanted to eat it so bad. That's why I had a bone and a stomachache! But I was soon cold, so it's okay." Park Dol's mother looks at her young master like a young bell standing in front of the angry statue with a hawk. "I have mugwort in my house, so please give me some moxa. Gosh, eating a wet rotten meat head?" The young owner leaves without looking back. "Oh, there's a pathetic world! I thought it was just the clinic, but everyone is!" Park Dol's mother's eyes were filled her eyes with tears again. lose one's heart. It's just a dark matter of what to know what to do. The misfortune of the whole world seemed to be gradually pushed into a dark trap that could not be shaken alone and had no bottom or end. His eyes, with his hands on his knees and staring at the fire, do not lift as if he had hit a glass. Under the dark nose, the blue lips are like branches under the hot fire. In his eyes, the lamp looks like a large water jar and then looks like a small glass, and after two or three years, it spreads from top to bottom and from side to side like a new leaf. "Yes, I forgot this! …… I have to bring mugwort." Park Dol's mother, who was conscious of herself, stood up suddenly at Park Dol's painful shout. My neighbor's chicken is three chickens. The windows, darkened by dust and soot, became green and clear. They hang it on the wall and gradually occupy the room where the light of dawn was dim or not.

Tears fell in the eyes of Park Dol's mother, whose heart fell at the words of her young owner who left without looking back.

I've never been in the summer at home. I didn't know what I had done, but I didn't know that I had to go through the summer. Not only that, but the symptoms were also too much compared to the fact that the body was parched and weak in the summer. Besides, it's autumn when there's. It was a few of these extremely insignificant symptoms, left and right. And that was it. Other than that, there was no noticeable pain or pain anywhere else in the body. Still, if you have to find a place that hurts, it's just weird inside your left breast. But it didn't make sense that it hurt less than a flea bite. It doesn't hurt anywhere. I get chills in the afternoon. with a cough. I can't eat it because I don't like it. in one's vigor. It's a minor symptom at this point, but the body has become incredibly and rapidly emaciated. I didn't know it would stop. If you had common sense knowledge or experience of respiratory diseases, whether you were yourself, your colleagues or class president at work, or your parents or anyone else, you might have guessed. There is a slight pain in the lungs and a slight fever, coughing, bile, and chills. I don't want to eat. And I'm getting a lot of skinnier. However, the patient came to a factory in a city where many people gathered in one place and lived in a group after growing up in a rural area due to the nature of the disease.

It is a minor symptom that does not hurt anywhere in the body and coughs in the afternoon, but anyone, such as upsets or parents, might have guessed if they knew even a little about respiratory diseases.

Wu was always meditating, but he wondered if it was fate to end his life like this in this fishing village. But I didn't even want to think about whether it would be there or not. And sometimes when I remembered the old days, the broken heart tried to open its mouth again. There have been occasional occasions when the feeling of sorry for his wife now and its antipathy discouraged it, and made him feel only the historical monuments that he could not do. But this comes from an attachment to kitesIt was out of hatred and curse, more than you. As a cow of his own weak character, he often thought of it as fate to touch this painful wound. Meditation, memories, and remorse were all about Wu's academic contemplation life. But instead, there was no effort to grasp any truth. We have to live. It was how you wanted to live to live. Above all, it was the object of recent contemplation to faithfully fulfill one's life. Wu was very happy to receive a letter from his friend Kim Joon-kyung asking him to choose a nearby accommodation five days before he bought it, as he would have to do Hanyang for a few months from the military who was not very sorry. It is not a pleasure to meet a friend I haven't seen for a long time, but it has been an indescribable expectation of joy to tell you sad thoughts even for one night. I told his wife that a friend was coming, and I had been waiting for a few days since I crossed the room without deciding on any other accommodation, and prepared a new bedding. Joonkyung was a true visitor to the Uui Buddha.

When Wu, who is always meditating, remembers the old days, he sometimes made me feel only old memories that I couldn't do.

It is interesting to see that it can be the focus of distinguishing whether the novel is sometimes positive or negative, or that it is important to the issue of historical fiction and narrative style. Chae Man-sik is one of the writers who openly confess that he cannot find an active and positive person in modern times. In his work, he did not set any positive characters or active personality stereotypes that promote history, so it can be said that Mr. Bo's recent feature book "Cheonha Taepyeongchun" is unprecedented since 30 years of Sinmunhak. His son, Yoon Jusa Chang-sik, and his half-in-law, Tae-sik, Chang-sik's son, Jong-soo, Gyeong-son, Gyeong-son's son, Gyeong-son's grandmother, Yoon Jang's daughter-in-law, and Jeon Sik-gu are all objects of satire, ridicule, or folk laughter to Chae. However, his grandson, Jonghak, a college student in Tokyo who dreamed of Yunjang becoming a police officer in the future, appeared as a positive person by Chae, but he borrowed it mechanically to emphasize that the net was built in Yunjang's family. Jonghak, who was tested by the Metropolitan Police Department in connection with the socialists' cases, only made Chae appear in the telegram to set up "The deceased is Hoya." Therefore, Jonghak does not enter the work by acting with an inner body or brain. However, if you think about it, it is customary for Chae to draw only the shadow of a positive character in the work in this way. This is the case in 叔Chisook痴, this is the case in 이런This situation〉, and this is the case in 제Jesang Day〉.

Chae Man-sik, one of the writers who confesses that he cannot find an active and positive person in modern times, is unprecedented since Shinmunhak in that there is no epitome of an active personality.

The procession of the Gilnori groups began to come out through the water gate. The gate tower collapsed, and the old gate, which only left Hongye, seemed to be suitable for this place, and the bland-looking empty flowers in the old Jeosia with magpie houses seemed to be perfect. "The bar outside the gate also made a lot of lines today. I bought a lot of corvina, octopus, crown daisy, and water parsley. "The small dragon explained this as he watched the Gilnori group being pushed to a bar outside the water gate. In the next four or five years, the small dragon will change its white clothes on the April file, drop a new bucket hat, new sneakers, and even a jade vest, and enter the bar at will while dancing with a cowgo. "Floating. Let's go, everyone. It's getting late." The sound of something echoes from across the stream. I felt an urge to jump into them once again, as I seemed to see the scene of drinking all the dry makgeolli and washing my mouth with the back of my hand. "Fly and fly." "Duri-doong-doong-doong-doong." "Eol-si-gu-ul-doong." Gil-nori-gun starts the procession again. The excitement of the play group, who had a few more glasses of alcohol in their stomachs, seemed to be higher, so their arms and legs were more energetic. Even a boy in a ten-year-old jade vest got a sogo and danced with it, saying that the sogo and janggu burst. The boy would make a great playboy when he grew up. Our party, the Jomuragi, also clattered and cracked. They begin to move to this side of the stream parallel to the procession where the adults across the stream sing and dance. Forget about me.

The procession of Gilnori, which seemed to be even more exciting with two or three glasses of alcohol, began again, and even the boy who got one sogo danced.

If you ask me to do what I asked of you, and I can reveal it completely, what will happen? Sungjae crossed the line a little later. When I heard this, Jeong-rae answered with a sullen smile, and that's an order I didn't give you much, but it was also a cold word that didn't change a bit. My Sungjae leads the body and if I was really in love with Mae, and if Mae could be such a "river" person to "relieved", what would happen? Then, I got it all. You won't believe it - Sungjae was strangely distressed when he heard this. I wonder what has brought such an indefinite barrier between people and people, and moreover, between people who love them like this. Honey! This is hell! Gradually, he looked at his friend with words that he didn't know. For a moment, Jung-rae also has a painful face. But it was nothing to the left, either. Sungjae lay down on the road. I was very tired. In a very low voice, Jo Gom-hoo Jung-rae said, "You should cover up the story about Jeong-in yourself." And this time, let's meet somewhere when we get much older. So... there...…I was saying, let's do the ascension as well. Sungjae, lying on the hillside where a lone pine tree stands, began to walk toward the forest. When he began to run for a long time, for some reason, he did not look to the side or back, but he cut through the bushes as if he were different, revealing only deep and small. He persistently wandered in search of Jeongin, saying that the forest, which is only about 10 million pyeong, was in the forest of tens of millions of pyeong.

Sungjae, who had been lying down on the hillside for a long time, began to walk toward the forest and wandered persistently in the forest in search of Jeongin.

("Joseon JoongAng Ilbo" July 03, 1935) 6 In order to successfully carry out the creative shaping of the intellectual class type, I mentioned above that it is the first indispensable condition to hold a slightly unforgiving sword against his contradiction between the original and the central. In other words, Kim Hee-joon's original personality activation as an interior car, a unique genetic given by the class foundation he grew up there, and the human attitude of trying to push the main character high or wide (upper) to the outside (external) was not typical. Therefore, I said that when this promotion was slowly completed and lost, I stopped being a specific human being, a class that bowed down, and looked up to him as a so-called "too complete" angel of idealized Engels, and for the same reason, I tried to catch the biggest flaw of not making him mercilessly naked with "ownership." In fact, the "Soyu-sim" and "private desire" that pursued Ahn Seung-hak to the end were too refrained from Kim Hee-jun. We can't find a scene where Kim Hee-joon reflects on himself, knocks on himself, and criticizes himself because of his "self-interest" and "ownership."

The possessive and private desire that questioned Ahn Seung-hak to the end has been excessively rejected by Kim Hee-joon, and we cannot find Kim Hee-joon reflecting on himself and selling him.

Kkotji is an essay that combines the scenery of a field idle in the South, the shadow of a farmer, the sunset light of Neunggeum and the meeting with Chunyeop, and the impressions felt during the night scenery of Masan Bay from Seoul to Masan. This essay, which the author wrote on May 7, 1924, was included in his creative collection Youth Field. I'm casting a silent gaze at the corner of the mountain. About a dozen chestnut and oak trees stood side by side on the round mother's nest like a gourd, and the fresh green that sprouted at the end of the tree was reflected in the white sunlight and smiled flatly. And pine trees are thick at the waist of the mountain, and a small stream flows quietly at the foot of the mountain. Ah, it's a quiet place, and I look closely at the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, two or three children, who are about twelve years old, move between the trees by making children on bamboo. Even if they don't know, they probably go around catching cuckoos or cuckoos crying among the trees. The cuckoo cuckoo crawls under the tree and gently crawls under the tree to catch the bird. They must be young friends who run and dance in the kingdom of innocent boys in search of mountains and streams. Oh, my little friends! Play as much as you want and run as much as you want! The best boyhood of my life! Then the angel's song was heard, and the spring water of Canaan rose at your feet? Jump with birds and dance with butterflies in the kingdom of angels! Oh, then you... I whispered these words unknowingly. And as soon as I saw it, the dream of the boyhood that I missed endlessly comes to my mind.

Kkotji, contained in his creative collection Youth Desert, is an essay that combines the sunset light of Neunggeum, the meeting with Chunyeop, and the impressions felt in the night scenery of Masan Bay.

To Comrades Kim Il-sung and Kim Doo-bong (Letter 3), I wish you both the best and congratulations on your achievements in building our country. I think you have received the letter of November 16, 1946, and this is the continuation of it. If you want more information, Mr. Ben, the forwarder, will be able to supplement that point. The Social Labor Party (Saro Party) proposed an unconditional merger with the Southern Labor Party (Saro Party), but it was not accepted, and the Saro Party is ready to dissolve. I think the merger of the left is important, and the dissolution of the Sarodang is the best way to stop internal conflict. I advised the dissolution of Sarodang, but I cannot say that the merger is a good way to develop a new party. Some retired communists will lead their party members back to the party. The merger requires careful research and consideration. We cannot guarantee whether the Communists of Sarodang will join the Southern Labor Party after disbanding the party. Our plan was to create a popular party that encompasses all the unorganized members, but it failed. I've been trying to get everyone unorganized to join the party rather than organized. If the Southern Old Party absorbs and integrates the Sarodang, the result will not be a revolutionary form, but will only help increase the number of proud members. People believe that the Southern Law Party is the Communist Party, and if it merges with the Southern Law Party, it joins the Communist Party. Those who have attempted to break away from the Communist Party have been quarantined. This time, the Southern Law Party rejected the alliance in the same way it did last time. This is communist behavior. As long as this concept persists, there is no hope of success for the new party. If the working people think of joining us, we can succeed, but they fear and dislike the Communist Party.

The Sarodang offered an unconditional merger to the Southern Roh Party, but it was not accepted and I think the merger of the left is important and I think the dissolution of the Sarodang is the best way to stop internal conflict.

It's not an emotion. It was a physical pain. For the past five years - especially for a year - Iranian Hyuk has endured the body only with the mind. It was like living by thought. This spirit, this idea, gave him the belief that he could control the body. But now he was losing that idea, too. I realized that my faith was also lost. There are groaning noises coming from all over the line. It was both a complaint of physiological pain and a groan of the mind. It was a curse on the Communist Party that took away human rights and freedom. Hyuk was now gritting his teeth in the same pain as them. Hyuk looked up to the sky. The sky without a single point of light - it was the darkness of communism. I'm yawning. Chills must have a fever. "Please don't just get sick-" This was the only wish of this whole sad procession. I get one or two packs of bare rice a day and walk all night. Rather than walking, it was a fish-like travesty that was twisted and dragged by fishing. It was a bombing that could not breathe when the sun rose. Even if one or two people look at where and how they see it, they fall sharply without making a sound. To avoid bombing, there was a lot of time to lie face down in natural caves or furrows in sorghum fields. But they are rather looking forward to the night of the death march. They felt physiological pain like their bones were being cut off by the metallic nature of the bird. Hyeokdo Inje had completely the same period as reactionaries. Hyuk also missed the night rather than the day.

For the past five years, Hyuk has endured only with the spirit and thought that can control the body, but now he has lost his thoughts and beliefs.

I got knowledge of him everywhere. And everywhere I saw the path he had taken. I picked up his achievements on the road. In the night school where he robbed almost all of his private property, he remembered him who had already become like a ruined person and shed tears. His large footprint remained clear in the youth association, which was organized after the executives of the youth association who lost × ×. "It is not true that Mr. Park said he had mental problems when he saw Seongnok's death. That's the year. Park Chuk-gol Cho Cham-bong made a fuss when he raised all the Dojo who used to be on one island in one island. Even then, it was Mr. Park who was the frontman. It became an issue, and Mr. Park spent about two months..." Park, who was decorating the night school textbook that would have visited the boys' association, explained to me like this. When I heard the story, I thought so, too. "I haven't even been able to do Professor Tong since I came back from that time." He told various stories that I had experienced myself. After hearing it, he seemed to be. No, it is undeniable that Seongnok's death affected him, but I also thought that it was as the boy's story that drove him crazy. "That's when I stopped reading. The teacher sometimes walked alone in the room and suddenly took it apart without knowing who it was. In my opinion, I think it was a big blow to Mr. Park because Dong-soon, who I worked with, was corrupted, Lee Chan-ho was ××, and Sung Bong-soo got a job in the province..." I once heard this news when my hometown friend came to Seoul. I wondered how easy it was to turn people around. That's what happened right after I started living alone. It was very heartbreaking. It sounded to me like he was deliberately trying to make me listen.

When Mr. Park saw Seongnok's death, he explained to me, "I didn't have any mental problems."

One summer night, Lee Han-money, who had an ominous dream about his grandchild, decided to visit his grandchild's house for a while because he couldn't think of it after breakfast the next day. The fact that it is a contemptible distance as evidenced by past experiences, rather than the numerical information of about a hundred ri, made Lee Han-money confident that he would go there in a short time. In this way, Han Money left Ohak-dong for the poetry collection of his grandchild without telling anyone in the family. It was almost dark the day after Lee Han-money left Ohak-dong that he arrived at his grandchild's poetry collection. In the Incheon room, while making a fuss about the loss of Han money, Han money fell to a sickbed due to old poison in his grandchild's poetry book. And even while suffering, Han Money thought he had come so long because he had lost his way, but he did not understand that the train would be so fast than human feet. What Lee Han-money said after barely returning to Ohak-dong was rather "the inconvenience of Sinjak-ro" than "the convenience of trains." In the past, even if you walk hundreds of miles, you can't even fly to Nodok, but this Nodok was said to be purely due to the new work. In the past, the road was warm with grass on the road, and the contact surface with the ground was part of the foot, not the front, and the contact surface changed every step, so the current novel was a criticism of the new book.

Han Money, who had an ominous dream about her granddaughter, decided to visit her granddaughter's house a hundred miles away.

Thinking about this first, thinking about the past on the line of thoughts that have gradually subsided, even the things that I remember are like clouds on a summer day. Among them, I'm going to reveal a few pieces of my retrospective by looking at the relationship between "criticism" and myself, which seems to be very closely related to the due diligence, or "criticism," but when I think about it, it's close to the point that there's nothing compared to others. As I was a freshman in Kyunghyang Literature at the time, it is natural to think that there will be a special relationship between Eungdang and Gan, but in reality, it is only one thing that originated last year that I published a sentence in "Criticism." It is strange that I was born in the literary world at the same time as me, and it is based on a town, and recently, "Criticism" came out to the world and finally started writing in nine years, and I myself have a lot of feelings about it. I stopped studying in Tokyo and came to Seoul in the spring of the sixth year of Suhwa, when "Criticism" was founded. At that time, I had no experience in social movements, so I didn't know which faction Kafka belonged to, but at that time, the members of Kaf Tokyo supported the political theory of Ko Kyung-heum and Seo In-sik, etc., so I was psychologically involved in ML. At the time, Karp was preparing to publish a popular enlightenment magazine called "Collective," which was criticized. There was a resolution in the Karp that "Criticism" was right-wing and should not be written. When I think about it now, I don't know if it was because Song Bong-woo was a north wind or there was another reason, but the editing content was very open because it was different from those of Joseon Jikwang or Kaf. We don't see this openness in a good light, we see it as dirty. However, since Karp's attitude was not limited to "criticism," Lee Ki-young sold the manuscript and came back to Donggwang during the week of the main family, and even decided against the marriage of Choi Seung-hee and Ahn Mak (then a member of the Karp Central Committee). So I started living in English from August of that year, thinking that "Criticism" is a right-wing magazine and a bad institution.

I think it is closely related to the criticism that advocates left-wing magazines and I, who started writing as a freshman in Kyunghyang literature, but in reality, in reality, not.

[Voiceover] That's right. I see a big red-painted gate over there. My love still dissuades me, crying, "That's not a place to go." But I can't hear the words of love. I definitely see the gates. It was also hard. The words of love were so hard to hear. Don't let love deceive me...… Still, I feel like I've come in believing him, and I've come too far back. I have no choice but to go my way. The path that love points to, it's too dim. There are many branches. I can't go because I can't go on sale. I go as I please. I go to the lake without caring for the words of love. All the work goes to Hawol on one's knees. By the way, love cried and stood. Sad love, my love, crying and standing. What do I do? What should I do! I feel dizzy. I'm on the verge of collapse. The thread of sorrow unravels, and the wide field is frosty. The gate opens. I fell frantically on my stomach. The earth turns. This land that carries its body rolls. It rolls around. It flows to and fro and moves to and fro. The gates snap shut. I stood up again with all my strength. I tried beating the iron gate, which was tightly closed. But the door doesn't move at all. I tried screaming. But outside the door, no answer is heard. However, you can only hear the sound of the earth, carrying this body into the castle and flowing through the castle. Looking out through the thread-like door, I can see for a moment the face of love, standing and crying from afar, as if "Don't go," while the sky is dark and the moonlight is black. Who knows my sorrow in this dead castle. My eyes are relaxed, my bear pangs are my voice, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm screaming loudly, "But I'm still going...…." ("Swan" No. 3, September 1923).

My sad love tells me not to go crying, but I have no choice but to go as I want.

So the question is, is there an Emmy who doesn't love his child around us? "Is there no one?" Also, "Is there a worker who sits and feeds on my sister's live nanny life? Is there no one?" Does Kim Yong-je's raucous literature 'health certificate' come alive? Is it a misdiagnosis?It will be decided that. However, Kim Yong-je is the only one who does not know that there are facts such as Emmy who does not love his children and ugly workers, so it is not a problem from the beginning. This is probably the origin of the problem that will not be a problem. Kim Yong-je must have been excited as he confessed. Of course, Kim Yong-je, who had been sleeping for seven or eight years since he fell asleep during the heyday of the former Karp, or purpose-conscious literature or ideological all-around literature, has only woken up this year. When I woke up, I found out that Joseon literature had no sense of purpose and ideology, so I had a sense of Sangjeonbyeokhae. You must have been surprised! Jeong Sang was rather excited after being surprised by our good Kim Yong-je, who loves the literature of Dojo. Yes, Kim Yong-je looked around the literary world, tearing his eyes out in a hurry.

Kim Yong-je fell asleep during the heyday of the former Karp nearly seven or eight years ago, and after seven or eight years, he finally woke up this year.

Oh, Count Park! Then who doesn't live in Dongdaemun? Yes, sir……But has your wife not been vilified by him now? Yes, a bath?…… It's not like that, but I actually heard it all from behind that tree. The stolen goods will be found soon, so don't worry. Mrs. Jeongja, who was listening to this, said that her face was blue and red. In this case, there is no room for face, status, and thought. However, when Okji said he would find the item, he was relieved to stir it, and he told Park Heung-sik one by one what he had been doing and what he had said now. After hearing Mrs. Jeongja's story, Okji soon followed Heung-sik. Okji, who came close, hello! Hello! Heung-sik looked back for a moment and was surprised to see Ok-ji chasing him, so he hesitated and stood. Do you have anything to say? Yes, it's nothing else. I need to ask you something. What are you talking about? Have you ever seen your wife's pearl necklace? A pearl necklace? I've never seen anything like that. Then didn't you drop anything like a letter? Heung-sik looked through his pocket and pretended to be innocent, and that never happened…… Hey, you're not going to say that, but I know it all, so give me what you've got something. Well, I didn't gain anything, I didn' Right now, a lady has lost her pearl necklace and is very worried, but is that what you say? No, how do you say that. So I stole that pearl necklace? Heung-sik got angry.

Heung-sik was surprised to see Ok-ji chasing him after hearing his relationship with Park Heung-sik and what he had been saying.

"What? Let's go." The temptation of the brilliant rainbow was stronger than anything else for this boy. Only the temptation of the rainbow over the rice soup, which is more delicious than the warm family of the mother's love, suppressed and dominated the boy's heart. Four or five times the boy begged his mother. The mother finally knew that the boy's wind was so strong that she couldn't break it. And gave an unintended permission. "If you really think so, go there. But if you go across the bee to the forest, and you can't catch it there, you must come back soon." After that, the mother dressed up firmly for her son and sent him away. "Then mother, I'll go and get it quickly. Please wait for me." And with great hope, the mother sent her son away with tears. The boy walked over the bee with all his strength. And I reached the forest I wanted. But it was strange. The rainbow wasn't there already. The brilliantly shining rainbow retreated further away and spread its beautiful figure that seemed to lead the boy. 'Close was close. But I'll have to go a little further.' The boy went hoping for a rainbow again. The boy became a little tired. However, as he looked at the shining rainbow in front of him, the boy took courage again and walked toward it. The boy raised his eyes to see how long it would have been if it was this big. But the brilliant rainbow was also luring the boy to come from the same distance.

When the boy begged his mother, the mother gave him an unintended permission and sent him away, dressed up for his son, saying he must come back.

Nulmun finally found my love rival for the first time in my life. I realized that there was a writer who dared to adore Princess Seonhwa besides me. - No way! The skinny guy who's been searching for it'sigh. I snorted, but somehow I couldn't relax. Whether it was an archery bet or aimed at it with swordsmanship, it was simply not his opponent. Even if you fight with both your fists, you can't be afraid even if you run with your hands full. But that wasn't a big competitor. Rather than being inferior to me, the delay was rather better. The system of government posts was also higher than that of me. It looks like it will fly when its skin is as thin as a whistle, but it has a haze, and its white and slender face is pretty in the shape of a fox cub. Buma-gaum was not drawn only by martial arts, or thanks to Munbeol, it seemed that there would be no law that Baekwoo's arrow should not go to Susum. Nulmun was gripped by new troubles. - If I knew it, I'd cut his head with a knife! Nulmun regretted it. I regretted not being able to get rid of the aftereffects of the good Gyeje, who was fighting with his hands over there. Days and nights of trouble passed. The more I thought about it, the more disadvantageous it was on my side. First of all, the king's grace is in full swing because his father is far away from him, and his next father, Su-pum's father, Su-pum's opponent, is in a different position.

Nolmun realized for the first time in his life that there was a writer who adored Princess Seonhwa in addition to me, but archery and swordsmanship were rather better.

However, fortunately, the word that Han Chigak was called a Hakura tramp was not heard in the person's ear. After learning that the fact of Iljimae that Shim Cham-bong was talking about was such a ridiculous lie, Han Chi-gak not only thought it was a waste to send 150 won to be treated without a chance, but also suspected Shim Cham-bong. Shim Cham-bong, who has not been without such credibility so far, may have something else in such a fruitful world these days, and if Shim Cham-bong stands in the middle of the play and wants to eat 150 won for himself, Chigak moves in various ways. However, Nam Joo-sa thinks it's strange for a young tramp to talk to Il Ji-mae several times when he has Il-mae, so it's not quite wrong with Shim Cham-bong's words, but Nam Joo-sa and Il-mae wait for Shim Cham-bong to come in the future, so that they don't leave the side easily due to cynicism, jealousy, and a little attachment. Nam Joo-sa and Iljimae were choosing fur collars, and the bargaining was suspended for a while due to an unexpected angle. The saleswoman picked up the silver fox fur, which was worth 650 won, and held it out in front of the light, saying, "This is the best thing among fox fur." In the West, ladies of honor and wealth all say to buy it. If you buy it, use this." Nam Joo-sa was excited by the clerk's behavior from the beginning, and Nam Joo-sa's mind was extremely nervous as a chigak who handled victory with money with Iljimae in the middle was throwing words. This is one of the great opportunities that is hard to miss in the fashion world. Nam Joo-sa's mind is surrounded by a favorable environment so that there is no room to discuss some of the money in front of her.

Hanchigak did not leave easily due to various impulses against Nam Joo-sa and Iljimae.

"Father, is there anything you can't beat with this fist?" "Ho-" My father also looked at it with admiration. "I used my strength when I was young, but you are quite weak." "Will this power be used in vain in the future?" With this conversation, the father turned off the cow again and the son plowed the field, serving the moisture. It's another story while plowing the field. "Father. What does he laugh at?" "Just to put it mildly, he wants to break my power to the country." "So. Do you want to be a partner?" "Of course! Hey, you cow." It was when the rich man almost went to this field. There was a girl who was about eight years old running toward this field from the main road on the other side. Min Ong saw it first and said to his father. "Father. Isn't that your sister?" "It must be your nephew." In fact, the girl was the daughter of Minong's uncle Yeo-hae. "Uncle!" The face of a young girl running to find her uncle was filled with tears. "Oh, is it you? What's going on? Why are you crying? What happened?" "My uncle, a soldier from Nara just came running and tied him up." "What!" It was the sound of the rich man at the same time. "Father. It's Do's joke." My father didn't answer. I let my hair down. "Hey, stand there for a moment, I'm going to go for one more field." He seemed to think and answer while grinding one more field. The rich man pulled out the cow and went all the way over there, caught a new furrow and came back. The father came before the girl and answered.

Yeo-hae's daughter, who ran toward the field from the main road, told her uncle with tears in her face that the Nara soldier bound her father.

For the first time, they left the negotiations to Booyoung. Booyoung heard something from her brother before, so she decided to avoid verbally negotiating with the owner and write something similar to a request form after following the example of her brothers. Among the numerous items from the eight people's mouths, Booyoung, who is not good at reading and writing roughly, took a piece of paper on a plump tatami and wrote it down with a pencil. —. Give an overdue master a day as soon as possible. —. Business hours are from 6 p.m. to 2 p.m. (i.e. no more customers after 2 p.m.) —. Make fun of the first person a month. —. Do not beat the first person to heal. —. Write six articles. If you don't take the name of each of the alliance. Booyoung read it to me once after I finished writing it. I even read each word with my own mouth. After reading it, they were already done with their work and their owners seemed to be groaning, so they clapped their hands, shouted, and rejoiced endlessly. It was also a pleasure to know for the first time that the ball of cooperation that had never been thought of before was terribly big.

Bu-young, who tried to avoid verbally negotiating with her owner, wrote something similar in pencil on a piece of paper.

I didn't go out with the intention of hiking in Gwanak Mountain Range, but I went to the coffee shop where I promised to tell them that I couldn't go. Muyeong appeared, wearing a white cap pressed down and dressed up. Park Young-joon, wearing a cap, then appeared, making me laugh because it looked like some terrorist group, but Mrs. Choi Jung-hee entered with a long skirt like me and rubber shoes. After hesitation, he finally got caught in the party and drove off to the advance team. "How long do you get out of the car and walk?" I asked Yang, our guide's qualification that he came out of Siheung-gun Office. "You can walk for a couple of hours." The work turned on when he went out for a walk on the streets of Myeong-dong, feeling like he was playing. I went to the middle of the mountain and went up the valley, sat on my sick legs and rested, and only then did the pedestrians appear at the foot of the mountain. We were so glad to see you that we shouted. It was not long before their latecomers followed us, and soon dropped us. As soon as you crawl up the rock, you have to crawl down again, and in the meantime, you can see how much it has climbed, and you can see all of Seoul's Jangan, and it is Yeonjuam, our destination, looking red through the pine forest as if running on a cliff right across the street. It's a lie that the road from Yeseo to Yeonjuam is not difficult at all, but it's a great way to walk. When we reached the temple, the sun was about to set, so we ate while listening to the sound of the evening Buddhist prayer.

When I went out to the coffee shop where I promised to tell him that I couldn't go hiking, Mu-young, dressed as a police officer, appeared, and after hesitation, I finally got involved in the party and started.

So when I leave Joseon, there is nothing regrettable or regrettable. There is only something cool. There is no one to miss me or to come earlier, and there is no one I will miss. "Oh, Chosun! Everyone in Joseon, everything! I cried as I looked across the Yalu River, looking at the yellow-bloomed face, saying, "Let everything fall from my memory with nothing left!" But there's one thing I can't forget. It's the students I've been teaching for twenty years. Indeed, I loved them both as lovers, companions, younger brothers, and sons. Even if it wasn't for them, I would have already gone somewhere and disappeared. a country in these circumstances. I waited for the end of school time with the dual fifty jeon and ran away pretending to go for a walk, and couldn't cry when I saw the children playing in the school yard standing on their heads. Still, this individual year of teaching was the only life I had ever done in the world. When I was about to flee to a country I didn't know after this life, I stood up as if I were mourning myself. And it was also sad to leave some of the last students in my heart and run away with the name of love. Like a woman who cannot be sucked into a pretty baby even with two strong milk because she is a widow in a boy, no matter how much the country gives up the world when I cannot help but bear the shape of a lover forever in my heart. But I couldn't stay like this.

There is no one to miss or miss me, so there is nothing to be sad about when leaving Joseon, but it is the students who have been teaching for 12 years that they can't forget one.

Donghakran's practice was described roughly in this way, but of course, this is not even one-tenth of the practice. At that time, the movement revolted together wherever there were Taoists who believed in Donghak, so it was impossible to write it down one by one. Finally, there were tens of thousands of Doin, Im Jong-hyun, Kim Yu-young, Wolyongil, Hanwha Seok, Oh Yong-sun, and Bang Chan-du in Hwanghae-do, Kim Sa-young, a provincial governor of Yonggangdeungji in Gangseo-gu, Pyeongan-do, Kim Hak-soo in Hamheung, and Lee Baek Elementary School in Ganggye also rallied the people, and tens of thousands of church members in Namjinju, Sangwoo-gyeong, fought against the government forces. The Donghak Revolutionary Movement took place in this way and was defeated in this way. It is said that the number of people who have been victimized by the movement is more than 100,000. Despite such failure, the impact of the Donghak Revolution on the Korean political situation or the Eastern situation at the time was truly great, and the impact on the general public sentiment of Korea was even greater. In other words, the central government of the Sugudang Party was soon reformed and a clue to the Korean Restoration was opened, and the wind of the East spread rapidly, and the fortress of the Yangban and Toho, which had been rooted for 500 years, was realized, and this is more significant than the people's revolution.

Despite the failure of the Donghak Revolution Movement, which claimed that the number of victims was more than about 100,000, the impact on the Korean political situation and the Eastern situation at the time was truly great.

In the midst of this, the queen endangered her position and was afraid that if a prince was born with her body in the future, the prince would naturally lose the throne of the prince to Hodong. I am not envious of the crown prince's stomach. I've never been coveted before. Even when the former Princess Nakrang was still alive and fantasized about receiving the Princess Nakrang as a prince, she never looked in admiration of the crown prince. As a loyal believer in this country, it was my greatest hope to spend my life with wealth and film with the princess, but I had never seen anything more. After losing the princess, she doesn't just die now, so she's just living, and it's annoying to live. If he dies, he will gladly meet his death. So why does the Queen act vulgarly and why does she consider herself an enemy who has no animosity toward the Queen and congratulate her on her death. Hodong wailed because the queen's judgment was so cruel. It was not because I hated to celebrate my death, but because I felt sorry for such a mean act. From then on, Hodong was called by the royal court and heard the inner robe to be crowned prince. At that time, Hodong flatly refused it. "Your Majesty, it is an excessive burden for your conviction. Please don't hesitate to put up with such a foolish belief." "Don't hesitate. There is no one but you who can stand the latter and the one who is among them." "No, you are not." Wouldn't it be too late to wait tens and hundreds more years and make a will to His Majesty's Cheonsu Manse." In this way, it was implied that it was not known whether the prince would be born to the queen while his Majesty was still on the throne.

He has never admired or envied the stomach of the prince, and as a loyal believer in this country, his greatest hope was to spend his life as a princess and rich man.

The proverbial fox Radni Shimchambong, who details the dignity of a tiger, was flattered by singing a coastal federal boy alone, and at dawn, an untimely fire fell on Shimchambong's crowded head, making him dizzy. Shim Cham-bong couldn't get a warm sip of soup until the sun was over in the evening, and he lay down, rolling his thick-legged body in the cold bone rising in the cold wind's southern thatched house. The thoughts of the so-called hangover, which are dry in the mouth and dry in the tongue, are felt only by the drinker, come desperately. As if an opium addict can't stand that time, all the cells in Shimchambong's body cover up all the activities of the opposite sex that he thought of in the morning, and pour it into his head, ranting and ranting. Shimchambong Peak, which is receiving such a rebound in the body, has already been lying down and sitting down for a couple of hours. His wife, who lost her cheeks, starts to chatter that she has nothing to eat for dinner again. Shim Chambong stands up at this opportunity? "There's another mobilization order. What should I do when I don't have it?" He gave an irresponsible answer in a sudden stabbing tone, carrying a sweat-soaked fedora hat and leaving the side gate. His wife glanced at the back of Shim Chang-bong with her dark eyes and said, "Where are you going again with that face? "There are many sad things on fictional days." mutter to oneself. Shim Cham-bong headed to the house of Chigak whether he heard it or not.

His wife complained that she had nothing to eat for dinner, and Shim Cham-bong left the gate with an irresponsible answer.

"If you're excited about something else, you'll die seven years later and I'll die!" "But it's dirty by another person."….' As the wife's knife is used to burn her entire body, which will not be cool, the resentment that cannot be washed away and the injustice that may be right to complain to comes out of her heart. I wanted to kill the kite in one place. quite unconscious. I can hear a neighbor's clock "grounding" a point. "Huh - what's going on here? It's one o'clock.... You said you'd be here in twelve……. Did anything else happen?…." When I was passing Jongno at night, I saw a person standing in front of the police box, and I was caught in the gap, and the police officer took a young woman and was worried about her. She turned blue, couldn't answer, shook her words, and later, my wife was dragged to the police station. Now, above all, I felt sorry for him. "Don't tell me...…?" I tried hard to cut off my painful thoughts. I crouched down next to the little child. I closed my eyes. I clenched my teeth to get rid of all my fantasies. In other words, he threw his exhausted body and mind as if he had thrown himself in front of suffering, saying, "Eat me!"

My heart is filled with the resentment of my wife's body being tainted by another person and the injustice of not knowing where to complain.

Three years ago, in the winter of the year when I left home, I was in a deep big temple. When I was crouching in the corner of this temple in a single red ginseng, my old mother in my hometown sent me a blanket under the title of this article. The blanket has wrapped, covered, and supported me until today, and I have not left my body for a moment. There's something I sometimes feel whenever I touch this blanket, so that's how it feels in this article. It was a safe trip home. I was working at a station on the border. At that time, it was a disaster, but now that I think about it, it may have been rather human. I often wonder how happy it would be to have a mother and a wife and a young daughter, but I found a castle and wore clothes that washed me clean, and when I was full and relaxed at work from dawn to night, I thought about how happy it would be to draw today like a brown flower called by the wind. Moreover, the memory of a young daughter following her job in the morning and evening and smiling is still new. But at that time, life was not good enough. It was a life of eating on that day, and as a result, if you take a day off due to illness, the daily food price became a debt. Therefore, it was not even worn well. My wife didn't even give up her daughter's business to go anywhere. At that time, there was a person named K who had a rented house in the neighborhood like us. He was working at the station like me, and she always came to my house to play.

I think how happy I was when I had a mother and a wife and a young daughter, dressed in clothes that were washed clean according to the season, ate my own home-made meals, and rested comfortably.

No matter how long the history is, it is worth nothing if it has not left a legacy to be passed on to future generations. Our ancestors' command of the East in the Manchurian field is not related to us, who are descendants, so what is so proud of it? The Goryeo people made blue porcelain well, but I died while making it alone, so how will it become an art legacy for Hu? Furthermore, the 500 years since Ijo have been a history of nothing but political obedience and cultural imitation. Even if we hate that modern culture is also wandering at a much lower level for people without tradition, we cannot help but be a poet. Therefore, it is natural that literature, a part of culture, does not reach the world level. The reason why there is no hook in Joseon is the same as that of Lee In-jik. A magazine published in Tokyo can be in the hands of Joseon people in two days. Even if the Soviet or Gurappa's were translated, within a month of time, Joseon's literary critics could learn the new theory that is watery in the Soviet or Gurappa's literary world. H, The works of Joseon artists, which are reflected in the eyes of Joseon literary critics who have learned highly developed literary theory, will be drawn on totems by uncivilized people and seen as no better than paintings. However, even if they pointed out the poor performance of Joseon literature and disparaged Joseon writers for example, they had no talent to think about and think about the fundamental cause of why Joseon writers were poor and could not present works to world-class levels.

It is natural to admit that modern culture is also at a low level for a nation without tradition, and therefore, it is natural that some literary literature of culture does not reach the world level.

Pil-ho glanced sideways at the young man. Then I looked straight ahead. Looking straight ahead, I went to the restaurant after crossing the moving car to the restaurant, and I was fortunate that the restaurant was already closed, and when I turned back, I thought I would talk to the young man for a while in my mind. As he turned from the dining car, Pil-ho stroked his head once more, straightened his collar, and moved his hand a couple of times over the tie. This was the only disguise for Pilho. No matter how much you look at it so far, Pil-ho's outfit, which sounded like a detective, has changed fundamentally due to these two or two alterations. A few touches made Pil-ho look like a middle school teacher or someone with a similar job. Pil-ho, who smiled once after reflecting his shape in the mirror of the washroom, did not hesitate to pass a few carriages and head to the car with the young man earlier. Fortunately, there was a vacancy at the young man's side. In front of the empty seat, Pil-ho bowed his head once and sat there. The young man, who was still just looking into an English magazine, looked at the pen name by rubbing the magazine a little. After seeing it, he immediately tried to hide his face with a road magazine. However, the skillful Pil-ho naturally greeted the young man. 'Excuse me.' 'That's all right.' The young man couldn't help but answer as he lowered it. "Are you going to Seoul?" Pil-ho asked this first question. 'Yes, to Seoul.' 'You're the judge, aren' Where you're coming from." "I'm coming from Shanghai, but I've already forgotten the geography." "If you've come by train all the time because of the damage, you'll be pretty geographical." "Yes, so I try to read a novel magazine and forget the geography." The young man pointed to the magazine he was reading and answered like this.

Pil-ho, who had an idea to talk to the young man, reflected his appearance in the mirror of the washroom, and without hesitation headed to the carriages in which the young man was riding.

That afternoon, after negotiating with the junkman for an hour and begging him, he decided to buy the coat back for only three yuan. And I took about 20 won worth of stolen goods, found the coat and 14 won in cash, and came back home. The next day, such an article was published in the newspaper newsletter section under the title of "The Pawnbroker who committed adultery." Kim Sang-deok (37), a pawnbroker at a downtown stop, was severely interrogated after his private execution of the student's coat worth about 70 won was revealed by the victim's complaint. Even after reading this article, Samdeok couldn't give his last name. Having suffered so much anxiety and suffering, he realized that now he had a great philosophy to let everything go as it was. Winter has come. Inje couldn't catch a new item because he didn't have any funds, and his entire authorities, who almost destroyed the belongings, were like empty houses. He wouldn't look at his wife's face. My wife wouldn't look at his face. When they met each other, they couldn't help but worry, and they couldn't find a way out, so they were relieved of any anxiety by not seeing each other's faces. They tried to avoid talking to each other no matter how they got the chance to sit face to face. However, if you can't stand the heavy chest, you sigh first. "Honey, what should I do?" My wife finds her husband first.

In winter, the former authorities, which had no funds and almost disposed of the belongings, were like empty houses, and the wife and husband avoided talking even if they had a chance, but if they couldn't stand it, they sighed and the wife visited first.

The piano palace locked the mind and body in the family's disturbance. As soon as Gung graduated from xxx University in Japan, he died in injustice. Gung married a pretty girl who had completed secondary education. Sae An-hae's slanted head and light shoes were enough to satisfy the palace. In addition, when looking at his slim waist and smiling eyes at any time, the palace felt an irreparable happiness. It was worth living. Thanks to his parents, he was the owner of tens of thousands of won from birth. When his father passed away a few years ago, the palace, which escaped the pressure and restraint of scary parental authority, was also given the value of hair removal from the eldest brother Inje. In order to enjoy the warm love of the New Anhae, the palace, which left its busy and disturbed hometown xx, decided to set up a shrine in Seoul in the late spring when flowers bloom. Having bought a house of 20 hypocritical men, they tried to make an ideal family according to their aspirations with many years of yearning.-Maru placed a Dohwa Simmok table in the middle, and surrounded it with a sofa and made it into a drawing room. And the main room was decided as a bedroom, the room across from it was a study, and the room under the courtyard was decided as a restaurant. The brassware was considered to be harmful to hygiene, so only porcelain bowls and glass bowls were used, and all of them were abolished because they were grandiose. When anyone enters the house, the first thing that pops up at first sight is a large-sized suit case in the middle of the wind wall in front of the floor, its sides, and a porcelain bowl on a small table made of flower wood, and a glass bowl.

Gung completed his secondary education and was happy with his marriage to Sae An-hae, who had smiling eyes and a slim waist.

According to past sociologists, humans never adapt to the living environment. But this is how we think. Life can't be an extra hour of independence in a living environment Even if the environment never (govern) humans can't stand outside the environment. Therefore, rather than the environment itself dominating humans, humans themselves cannot escape the environment and rather live under the control of the environment. Then, if you set this logic ahead and observe the attention of art with its lighting, it will more clearly undermine its ambition and environment. Almost everyone will have no significance in that the environment is biased and advanced in each of the changes of the times. How different are the environments of primitive people and feudal people and the environment of capitalist people, the environment is not fixed, but historically thought and moved. Humans live in this flowing enigmatic environment. Artists are also in a moving environment as long as they are human beings, and they end up with some of the tasks of the mutual environment. Therefore, so-called artists are also a part of the environment that shares the flow with the environment. It would be a creature that shares its fate with the environment. Humans and works of the virtual art kingdom will also be part of the moving environment and will share its fate with the environment.

Since so-called artists are also beings who share their fate with the environment, it may be a part of the environment in which humans and works in a virtual art kingdom also flow.

With a monthly salary of 15,000 won for skirt, there was no talent for four families to live for a month. No matter how hard I tried, it was an effort that was beyond my reach. Still, I tried selling clothes, insisting that there would be some days to smoke, but let alone the day to smoke, I can't even afford to back up. The only thing left now is that the velvet skirt is thick under one chair. This is a skirt that I kept deeply and cherished without my husband knowing. I couldn't bear to reach out here. So what should I wear if I sell this too? Even now, my wife is worried about rice that I have to sell tomorrow. He suddenly raises his head as if he had a trick in mind, says, "Honey," and approaches his husband, who is rummaging through the book, one knee and a sitting step close to him. "How about ordering the room we've just crossed, your surjal, and cell?" Seo Jal, move to this room and the door will disturb you, but oh no. I heard that there is a deposit of 50,000 won per room, so I took it and asked for money...…." Then, looking at her husband, she says that someone living behind her pays for their children's tuition with 100,000 won in money, and that someone plays around and eats. This sound didn't come into my husband's ear well. It's up to people to change their ways, and even if they proudly borrow their money, they can't say a word to pay when they need it. Besides, go to the bathroom, it's a no-brainer idea. If you had that courage, why would you look at the military color now.

With a monthly salary of 15,000 won, it is an effort that no matter how hard you try to live for four families, and you can't even afford to sell clothes.