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The sand is wet only in that spot. It was a crazy review. Hak-soo rushed in and fell down on the spot. I took off the towel and looked at his face. The spot of Yeonji washed in water is spread red on the faded face. His white eyes looked at Haksu as if they were resentment. "A golden jade……" face is as cold as stone. "Why did you go so fast?" My heart became hot and tears rose. "Haksu. What did you do to keep it like this?" Geumok's mother gave me a picture of her holding it while looking at Haksu as if she was resentful. "You must have dreamed that you would die with a picture of Hak-soo." When I received it, it was a picture of him who put it on me for some time. Instead of Haksu, he went with a soulless picture. When I took off the cover, the letters that were wet and blooming were read blurry. Haksoo. I'm Gao. I have taken this easiest way in a valley as blocked as a mountain. Gao, who flies with a clear body, devoted only to you. I will never blame you for going alone. Study hard and save a poor family. "At the end of the day, it's because I'm ugly...…. But I didn't know it would go so easily." Hak-soo put the body on his lap and caressed his cold face. "Geumok, Haksu is here. Geumok. Open your eyes." My mother cried, shaking her body back and forth while sitting face to face and touching her cold hands and feet. "Haksu. How could you catch a raw person. Then wouldn't it have been nice if you'd told me before you got married? Since Geumok is gone, what should I do?" The sound of wailing seemed to be grinding the bones of Haksu.

Hak-soo put Geum-ok's body on his lap and touched his cold face, saying, "I didn't know it would go so easily," and Geum-ok's mother cried to Geum-ok to open her eyes because Hak-soo came.

'Empty cars?' 'Empty cars are empty.' If you didn't call..." "I care. Let's get on Amona. Draw it." "No. Let's call another car." He turns around again as if he had guessed that it would be useless to say more. The rickshaw drivers sometimes say in a loud voice as if they had met an opportunity, "Let's take the rickshaw." "Three of you take it." "If you get in, you don't take the rickshaw." "These days, it's expensive to be a rickshaw... Let's walk in slowly." "I'll make it cheap. Top show." The newborn father says. "No matter how cheap it is, it can't be cheaper than a car. Yeah, and moreover, if the three of us ride it.' 'Well, sure enough. One person responded like this, saying, "No matter how hard I try, I can't help but raise my 50s." Even one person followed suit and said, "If it's the same 50 minutes, I'm in a car. a rickshaw rickshaw story. Come on - let's go. If an empty car passes by on the way, let's call it." While I was doing this, I came out of the two axes and passed by without dreaming of riding a car or a rickshaw. As a result, the three people who had been acting up and down went back. The car, which was waiting to come out afterwards, also carries four customers and leaves four manpower trucks behind as if sarcastically, and closes them proudly. The four companions stand blankly like lost people, staring at the back of a monster that gradually disappears far away with jealous eyes that cannot be hidden or hidden. Even after the shadow disappeared, they did not know how to turn their heads easily, standing far away. The baby's father's anger has increased. I'm in pain. Yes, I want to put my whole body on it. He seemed to realize that the reason why he started to skip to the small room for two or three days was because he had lowered the price of his car again, even though he had a lot of wages a day since a month ago.

The newborn father felt that the reason why he started to skip to the small room for two or three days was because he lowered the price of the car.

"It's a death that can't even sound. Hmph." He smiled ridiculously and stared at Dongdaemun Munru as he stood in the shade of Dongdaemun Police Box and stung the wind passing by Jongno. Munru, dressed with dust all over his body, seems to sigh silently because he cannot control his heavy body in the falling sunlight. Seeing it, even Chun-soo himself seems to be suffocated by the feeling. He turned and stood across the street. His wife was worried about the evening distance, which she still had time to spare, but he walked toward Jongno intersection in the shade of the house on the east side, resenting to himself that the tram fare in front of him was not in his pocket. When I visited the company, there was a shadow of a person in the sales department downstairs, but no one came to the editing room upstairs. "It's ruined! It's ruined. No one is here until it's almost ten o'clock, so the work will go well...…." He took off his jacket and pulled his tie, resentful to himself. When I tried to sit on a chair with a dusty desk with a manuscript, the waiter rubbed his eyes into the other room. "Are you up now?" he smoked and saw the waiter. The waiter bowed his head without saying a word, smiled, and went downstairs, brought water and a broom, and at that time began the ritual. The waiter was about to spray water on the floor of the room and sweep, when Kim and Choi came in. "This is…… Oh, my……." He looked around the famous room with a lot of trouble, opened his thin eyes, looked at the waiter, and said, "What is this? Well, what did you do to make the sun day? What did you do?" he began to scold.

Moonru, who stood in the shadow of the police box and stared at the passing wind, seemed to sigh in the falling sunlight.

Then I had a daughter. It was named ⌜Moon Bogo⌟ because it saw the moon in a dream. Third, I have another son. It was named Kalbo Go because it was said that it was born after seeing a sword in a dream. The fourth gave birth to another daughter. His name was looking in the mirror. Inje had nothing short of Josin. The only thing that worries me was getting old. Joshin is already fifty-two. I could see gray things on my hair and beard, and after giving birth to four children in such a flower-like month, I could see a little fine wrinkles in my eyes and the light on my skin decreased. He is already over thirty. Josin went around digging wild ginseng and shooting deer to get old. "I'm killing you to live," said Josin, who fell down after being hit by the flesh and sucked the blood through the deer's teeth, which had not yet died. And the whole family shared the dragon. I also ate wild ginseng. Does this really mean pain, old age, and death? One day, he went to dig up Josin's ginseng, and when he returned home, three children came out to play with Mi-ryuk, Moon-bo, and Cal-bo, and when he saw his father's return, he ran to Josin, saying, "Father, we have a guest." "Guest? What kind of guest?" Josin seemed to fall down. There couldn't have been a visitor in this house. 'I'm in the middle.' 'The middle?' Joshin wasn't already in the middle. 'Yes, he said he has a big mouth.' 'Umma, do you know him?' 'Who's the first one? When the customer gave me his name, my mom knew it." "What's your name?" "What did you say?" What neck?" Joshin knew it all. I thought it was Pyeongmok, and I looked at Mi-ryuk and asked, "Did you say Pyeongmok?"

Josin, who was nearly fifty-two years old, saw that his beard and hair were gray, and he also dug wild ginseng to avoid getting old.

To Sang-cheol, the five lucky spots in March seemed to be fluttering as well. The two buildings are likely to be forehead-rested at any moment. I feel numb sitting on a cold stone. As my lower stomach hurts, I feel the inside of my intestines that I have starved for three days. reluctantly rose with a stone pillar. Sangcheol walked silently on the asphalt with a dark mind. It was because I was slow that night. Only after all six households fell asleep did Sangcheol pick the tail of the gate and slightly come out. He wore a scotch suit jacket that didn't suit him well in his thick suit pants as if he were pretending to be quite a bit. The black fedora hat looked like an artist. Sang-chul had a book stuck under his arm. It is a pamphlet called the socialist cause. Man is to be deceived. Disappointed by his suit jeogori, he moved his great "hope" for hotteok to this book. When I came out to Anguk-dong from the end of Samcheong-dong, the bookshop locked the door. When I hurried up to Changdeokgung Palace, the D bookstore was about to close. He rushed in as if he had gone for a doctor because of an urgent illness. "Buy one of these," he thrust out in a hurry. The young bookkeeper said, "Well, it's too low. And I have a lot of this book at home." "Sipjeon is fine." Sashu before ten. It's because I'm very hungry." Four years ago, he received a train ticket and cried all night, but he wasn't already. He shamelessly put on his hand to eat. As the owner said, the book was too dirty. The bookcase has been cut in half. And to avoid it, the house had the same cleaner book on a book or shelf. Sang-cheol pestered. This is why I was prepared to starve to death if I missed it this time. The master of the bookshop behaved in an easy way for a young boy. He throws a penny in the morning because he is sleepy, receives a book, and throws it on the table. My heart was pounding when the iron rail door rattled.

Sangcheol sat on a cold stone, woke up with a stomachache, and walked on asphalt.

The hands that were squeezed by the warm sun were beautiful with colorful nails and round and fluffy. Okcho's attention, however, was not at the touch of the city, but was so distracted by the sound of the old woman's love. "If you're bored like this, why don't you go out with that so-called date?" "Maybe you're not that bored?" I'm going to have a heart attack…… It's better to have a relationship with the heart, right?' 'But I heard that dating is a kind of fever, so how can you suffer from a disease?' Like adverbs of intestines, before you get an injection with a culture or swallow it...…' "Who do you do it with?" Who's gonna catch your eye?' 'But what's so good about having a relationship anyway? It's a little less clumsy than a boarding house lunch table, but...…' 'You meet, you follow, you like, you grieve, and what do you have to do? It's annoying! Who... Who's going after the failure to fight the fever? You'll see...… You'll never have a chance to date if you wait and see.… "This sun and this relaxation are the best in the world!" I sat down like this, and the tiger came when I said it (actually, it's not a tiger catch, but it's just a similar one), but the doorway suddenly heard a loud sound of looking for an old woman's mouth, saying, "Come here."

The sun-pressed hands were pretty round and fluffy, but Okcho's attention was distracted by the sound of the old woman's love, not the touch.

What do you lack? It's to look around the room. There are new pajamas on the corner, the bed is comfortable enough to lie down comfortably, the equipment and equipment in the room are not satisfactory, but they are simple, and since they have long been hungry for new knowledge, they have specialized in new economic conditions. Put a bunch of flowers in a vase, prepare a flower pot that was carefully grown at home on one table...… He repeatedly thinks that this would be an urgent preparation to welcome him first. He sat for a long time drawing a satisfied smile around his lips, then suddenly picked up his handbag and took out a man's pocket watch from it. A large chrome shell of Waltham appeared as it snapped and dragged a long wire. Heavy things are reliable when you hold them in your hands. Oh Si-hyung has been wearing it since he was a student. After the investigation of the case was completed and sent to the prosecutor's office, it was finally referred to the preliminary trial after 10 days of the prosecutor's detention period, and when Si-hyung became a body of English for good, it was one of the items he brought. Nearly two years after that, this heavy pocket watch left the owner's arms and always pointed to the passage of time in Mugyeong's handbag. How many times did this long-term and short-term run around the shiny white plate? He sat down listening to the sound of the second hand eating every second and second, and then quietly rubbed the watch against his face. It's cold. But inside his heart, the emotions he held back, and soon his cheek body temperature had to warm up the chrome shell. To calm down the sullen blood bath, he buried his face in bed for a long time and turned upside down.

Thinking that urgent preparations were over to receive him, he took out a heavy pocket watch from his handbag.

Chigak, who was called by the 35th Mama, returned to his love after hearing another troublesome worry from his father for a long time. While Sang-no Mandol was cleaning up his love, soldiers who gathered every day came in one by one, and yesterday's faces were lined up. The people in the audience finished greeting because there were people standing up and some just nodding their heads when they saw a chi-gak coming out. Yakbap Jeong Ju-sa looked at the owner's face and said, "Today, the owner's face is bright. How about Gujin after a long time?" Shim Cham-bong added a horse collar next to him and said, "What do you mean, last night is all thanks to you." The first prize of the sergeant, who has been in a long time since he made a fortune with his mother, will have to ride this Simchambong Peak." Han Chigak sits leaning against the seat of the lower horse without saying anything in an attitude that does not hear the two people's talks. The officer in the stove took out a cigarette from the Haetae-pyo-gap next to the ashtray and said, "Did the captain take out the mulberry last night after a long time? "Why are you so clumsy today?" he looks at the face of a chi-gak. One Chigak was a little annoyed, so "Don't talk nonsense. "I came out with a big graduation ceremony when I was talking to someone else." Chaplin Park Ju-ju said, "Why? Is the old captain of the big love preaching again?" Chigak smiles. "Wouldn't the old captain have told me that he slept at a gisaeng house for a day when he knew how to save face?" Jeong Ju-sa, the yakbap, laughs loudly. "But these days, Iljimae is very lost, so has Jeonnam folded and swallowed?" Chaplin Park Ju-ju brings up another topic.

Soldiers who gathered every day greeted Han Chi-gak, who returned with his love after hearing his father's worries.

preparation for admission to a higher school. That wasn't much of a problem for him recently. Regardless of what happens to the preparation for admission, it is enough to get out of the house and breathe free air. If it weren't for such an opportunity, he wouldn't know what would have happened. In this atmosphere, the boy spent his vacation for a month. It is time to start preparing for admission in earnest. The companions were simply studying nonstop when they slept. Inho's attitude is too indifferent. When he saw the efforts of his companions, he even felt a kind of compassion. Seeing his attitude, Nam Soon tried everything. It was like that when I met him on the street, or at school, and sometimes he forced him to hold him in his house and told him with tears, but the boy's closed mouth did not know that he would open. It was one night. Nam-soon had dinner and watched In-ho go to his homeroom teacher's house at the corner, and dragged him to his boarding house. As soon as he entered the room, he fell on his desk and cried as if he had burst the sorrow he had endured at once, and said, "Inho, is that too much? I cry every night because of you like this, but you don't understand my heart even if you just do it. Without you, I'd already quit school. "Because of you alone, why don't you know that I'm hanging on to something so unintentional to graduate you safely and send you to a higher school?" he said with resentment.

For him, free air outside the house was more important than preparation for admission to a higher school.

Whether you study the word "unproven" strictly or see it as your son-in-law's situation, today's broadcast must be a report that informs the entire nation of surrender unconditionally. Sukhoe, who sent his beloved husband to Seodaemun Prison in Gyeongseong under the charge of "violation of the Security Maintenance Act," and his husband's sentence of seven years is seven years. Whether Japan's conviction is eliminated or Japan's state collapses. Even a few years ago, it was unimaginable for Japan to collapse, but Japan admitted to its self-destruction policy, wondering whether Kamisama, who was defending Japan, had a ghost or something. In other words, Japan voluntarily declared war on the world's most destructive and capable countries, the United States and Britain. This specter (the specter who attacked Mi-young, who was struggling to handle even against China), is Japan's self-destruction plan. "Even if he didn't go to prison for seven years, he didn't have to." No matter what day Japan gives in, the day the political prisoner gives in is the day of his release. It's this big broadcast when the eyes are waiting. If it is an unprecedented major broadcast, it is now clear to judge it as "full submission" due to the current situation, and Japanese managers here may still not think about it. Are you still dreaming of something else. Poor Japanese.

A few years ago, it was inconceivable that Japan would collapse, but Japan declared war on the world's most powerful countries, the United States and Britain, and admitted to self-destruction.

At one point, Hamae came in with the table and woke me up, even though I had to take my eyes for a while. It is to grow again after just one drink. I sat up reluctantly. "Are you a North American aristocrat, eat in your seat, huh?" I grinned as my head giddy, and Dasky took off his towel and couldn't look directly at the gray molecular soup on the hippo's face, which seemed to have been touched in a hurry. At that moment, I realized anew that Hamae and I were the only ones left in my empty mortuary, and that there were only two of us, and I said, "Down...… No one is asking this to hide it, or there's no way that you don't know it, but you also answer it briefly with a slightly trembling voice, "Yes," and quickly move to a different place and start to scoop up rice. "Then let's try a bowl." I tried to decorate my calmness, but I couldn't help it because my voice was shaking as well. It wasn't that I didn't love Hamae until I put it on. No, it's not that I didn't even feel a kind of affection. However, at this moment, it has never had a sublimated feeling to a kind of coalition. Being in a house alone - that could also be one of the causes of that atmosphere, but it wasn't the only one. That's right. It may be because the moment I feel loneliness that I've never felt before, the hippo's attitude toward me, which has been insignificant so far, has permeated and permeated my menstruation as deeply as before.

I couldn't look directly at the molecular soup on the face of the hippo who brought the table and woke me up.

"Think about it. Even if you were a nanny in someone else's house, would your child be as precious as mine? It's a human instinct. Therefore, even if you assume that you are a nanny for two families, it is better to be without your own children." When I heard that, my wife collapsed as if it was a good idea. The nanny came at ten. I winked at my wife and cooked for her. "How is your adult outside?" I felt a bit shy while saying this. "Stop it." "Oh, that's a relief!" When I saw the nanny's face turning red, I became more speechless. The nanny feels very uncomfortable, saying, "All the milk has been washed out," and gets nippled by a young one. "Whenever I get nippled by Sung-soon, I think I lost all of my milk, so it's a big deal if I mess up." It's because it's hard to raise a child like us!" The nanny's ears turned red, although she said it casually. The wife would have been stabbed by a nanny or something she said without knowing anything. The nanny didn't know what to do without any reply, and caressed the little one's cheek, saying, "Oh, I was very hungry, Gabé, how pitiful." "I have a child instead of losing my baby's beauty, so please raise him well." That's it. You know how to rip it off. What do you know?" I lit a cigarette with a smile like this. The nanny blushed without answering the words. It was more unfortunate. Phew, I let out smoke. The sunlight leaked through the doorway was nailed to the wall across the room like a laundry line. The purple cigarette smoke wraps around the sun as if it is forming a current.

My wife sat down when she heard that even if she worked as a nurse for two families, she would rather have no children of her own.

He knew long ago that he would reduce the amount of fragrant and delicious liquor he drank at night and in the evening, and he also did not forget to discern it for two or three days. The room was set up in the room next to Heosaeng's residence, and from the morning when Heosaeng woke up to go to his seat at night, he faltered when he was standing down, stood down when he was standing down, and took care of him with a tongue in his mouth. Yoon Seobang's house, the owner of the guest house, first used to exchange plum blossoms as a sorcery of Heosaeng. So I called him to Ah-si or Mama. Yoon Seo-bang's family knew that the plum blossoms were produced by the invention of ink iron, but the rumor could not return only once. By the beginning of the new year, people had already begun to gather. There was also a family of four or five. There was a quiet family of only two people, and there were more than ten families, including grandparents, parents, brothers, and qualifications. Heo Saeng welcomed them one by one, wrote down their hometown, name, and age, and then temporarily rented a room to let them live one by one. Then, when they became ten families, one of them was chosen to take care of all the Buddhist temples with the ten families. The man under this command was called the Fourteen Chapters. It meant that he was a person who took charge of ten families and took care of them. Then we gather ten families together and pick one of them to make fourteen, and then we gather ten families and pick one of them and give them fourteen chapters. In this way, the families of Bailcheon gathered until the 15th day were divided into 100 families, 10 families each, and a hundred chiefs from Jeilho to Je Baekho were in charge of each of the 10 families.

Heo Saeng made each family, and when they became ten families, one of them was selected to have the ten families, and the person was called the fourteen chief.

Yes, the women didn't say no, or because there was a false orrabi businessman next to them and three of them, they said they would take Hong as a teacher as an accountant at a tailor's shop in the city, and he would treat him as a sister and a friend. Since then, whenever the two families visit the house, the married family calls them and Hong to the main room, or usually takes them to the activity photo studio, and since then, they thought they would be dating with the following kind. After that, while riding a boat on the Han River, I met a high school student and a high school student, and both men said they would take me as their sister and treat Hong as a friend, and since then, they often buy things and give them to Hong whenever they come home, probably because it was a celebrity that everyone didn't even know. Then, after that, Hong and he had to come out of the room when the sheep came, and when the high school students came, he and Lee had to come out of the room, but Hong said, "The head of the two boys is good at the violin, so I'll date him." Meanwhile, when I saw a woman named Iui, who came to Shishiroi's house and stayed in the owner's room, I knew that they had been dating before, and he knew that it was the owner's sister who moved his three people to this house, but when he found out, he graduated enough not to blame him.

Seeing a woman named Jang sometimes come home and stay in the owner's Jang family's room, they knew they were in a relationship for a long time, and when they found out, they also graduated.

Pil-ho was only listening to the fact that the world's most thrilling violent group was trying to do something important against the police in Joseon. "Meet the shackle. Meet the old count. If the gunman who visited the count that night is a person related to the LC party, the pistol case at the old count's house will now unfold in an unexpected direction." "Sir." "Yes?" Pil-ho raised his eyes and looked at Ren-jun. I don't know what kind of mission Renjun, a self-proclaimed democrat, came to Joseon on, but I'm surprised that all the things he's paying attention to now, including the first thing he did on his way in, are all related to his duties…. Renjun replied to that -. "No wonder you think this ball is strange. One day we'll all know. In any case, I am a person who entered the Joseon Dynasty on my special mission. If my mission is carried out, it will be against the law. Whether it will be implemented or not, whether it will be carried out or not, it is all unknown. I can't predict whether I'll go back with a start or do it, or I'll unfortunately be in your hands. LC's day job is something I came into Joseon and stumbled upon - nothing to do with my mission. In my own opinion, I'm going to do my duty in a fine way and ask for this ball to be celebrated, but how does a person's work go? However, if I am caught by the police afterwards, I will be held by this ball, which I first learned when I entered Joseon, and I will leave this one as a buoy with hope." With a fresh smile, Renjun said goodbye to Pilho.

Pil-ho, who was deaf to the fact that the violent group was trying to do something serious against the police in Joseon, looked up when In-jun called.

Anyway, so they did not hesitate to adore him and do nothing but hideous to the man in the city. As such, there may have been Sochi who knew too well and were too close to each other, but no one among them felt something like a "strain" from Nam Joo. Chang-sun laughed once, as if watching children's mischief, that it was Nam-joo's so-called love confession letter. As soon as the ritual was held, it was suddenly confirmed, and the next day, I was leaving for the countryside, so I had no opportunity to quietly call and tell him. Only a few days later, Chang-sun learned that Nam-joo left the house within that day through Doo-sik's letter. After a while, a repo came to me saying that I was in Paa, which is what it is in Jongno. I thought I finally got to where I was going, but I didn't know how I was upset. Changseon has been worried about it since then, and he has not left the whole time. So I asked several people last night, and they said they were still doing it while moving from house to house. Not only Chang-sun herself but also Nam-joo didn't say anything, and it was fortunate that no one seemed to know what was going on with him, but he couldn't help embarrassing embarrassed alone. Of course, Changseon had no faults. In addition, it wasn't long before it was Nam Joo who couldn't be nice without taking the course anyway. But even so, it was also true that Changseon at least did the job of the fuse.

Chang-sun laughed at Nam-joo's letter of confession of love and said it, and when she learned that Nam-joo, who left home a few days later, was in Pa-a, Jongno, it didn't go away from her heart.

Ten days later, he was sentenced to death. Then he said, "God alone knows, you don't know." 'Do you feel wronged?' 'Let's be guilty.' 'Kill my mother...'…." "No, he's coming." "Silent things (the judge grinned) are cheap even if you die." "You don't know. Only God knows." "If you feel wronged, prosecute." "That's him. I'll ask you everything before God……." He came out with his head in his mouth. On the day of his sentence, the churchman asked him to repent. I refused the injection in a nutshell. I have nothing to repent of. It is not a sin to let your mother sleep as God will. If you put it to death in the inscription of your law, I will do it as it is, but do not interfere with my heart. I am a Jesus who despises God. In the fifth of the Ten Commandments, not only did he keep the word of God to be filial to his parents...….he replied. About an hour later, his soul, left his body. After leaving his body, the spirit went to heaven without hesitation and knocked on the door. Led by the angel of heaven, his soul reached the throne of heaven. On the bench, the judge ordered him to tell the whole story of his previous life. He told me everything without taking anything out. "Yes, and then remember what you have done in the world, among which you have put your conscience on your conscience." "There isn't." "No?" Then tell me which of them was pleasant to your conscience." "It was twice. The first was to build a large public hall in the name of his father after his father was gone. The world, who had still cursed his father for being stingy, was delighted when he called out his father's hurrah at once." "What else?" "I let my mother sleep." Because of that, first, I preserved my mother's honor, and second, because of her absence, everyone in the family could live happily, and because of that, my mother did good deeds on her own." The judge looked at his soul for a moment, then turned left and right, and ordered, "Keep that soul in hell." The spirit of the previous injection, at first, didn't know what it meant, so I kept silent. But when the two lions came and took his hand, he shook them off with frightening force and shouted.

When he was sentenced to death, Jeon Ju-ju replied that only God knew, and when the churchman demanded repentance on the day of his sentence, he refused to repent, saying that he only made his mother sleep as God said.

There were many roads, but there was no place to go, and there were many houses, but there was no place to sleep, so Sang-ho had no choice but to turn around while washing his tears. It was three o'clock at night, and Sang-ho walked down the dead road where no drunkard was seen, and came out to Jongno Main Road. It was a pitiful and pitiful thought to go to Tapgol Park and spend this night on a stone. But the night was very deep, so the bars in the park were locked tightly. My whole body believed in sleeping here, and said, 'It's locked here too...….' When I turned around, the poor Sang-ho just wanted to scream and cry. The insidious leader must have already filed a search petition, so you can't go to the police station, and when I asked you to go to the inn anywhere, there was no place open, and you couldn't do it. When I decided that I had no choice but to stay up all night on the street, I was no longer worried, but I was worried about Sun-ja's suffering, so I was troubled again. Seeing that Sun-ja, who promised not to come out to the toilet at 2 a.m., couldn't come out at that time, and his wife came out, it was clear that Sun-ja was caught trying to come out, and I ran away alone, so his devil-like kite would only vent all his anger on the little Sun-ja...…. Moreover, I thought that I would tap very hard to find out where I ran away to catch me, so I was horrified as if I had been hit. Sun-ja, who was already pinned and bruised blue all over her body, couldn't stand it and shouted, and the shape of being beaten was constantly visible in her eyes.

Sang-ho had no place to sleep, so he washed his tears and went back to where he came from, and came out to Jongno Street around 3 p.m.

Whether a teacher gave a private lecture on campus, a celebrity or governor gave a lecture on current events on radio, or a leader gave a lecture at a meeting, or made a statement on current events, it was a play that was unreasonable or contradictory to us. Hana goes up to the Chuck podium and talks about what she gave when she gave a lecture, and what she said when she made a statement. If you get hurt, the other one points out the irrationality or contradiction and asks for an explanation. The instructor blunders and gives a ridiculous answer. Many laugh back as they clap their hands. This was their so-called play. Yoon Sang-soo pulled the little Ko Young-dal's ear and whispered to his mouth, "You heard him deliver his father's political opinion speech, right?" "Yes...… You mean that you painted a rural farmhouse with a tin or tile, right?" "Yes, yes. Let's make it go away." "Let's make two houses turn on the street since it's a village……" "Yes, yes, that's enough…… So Ying, I'll do it, and you ask. Huh? "Okay." After he says, Yoon Sang-soo goes up to the church, and the little Ko Young-dal, Park Jae-chun, and the other two sit close to the church. Moon Tae-seok still sat on the window door as he was.

When one of their plays goes up to the podium and speaks the content like it is plausible, the other points out the contradiction.

That night, I crossed a few bridges toward my mother and talked until late, eating makgeolli with my nephew's Jongsu and piggy meat. He asked and listened to the lives of some of his companions, who still remember his name, and exchanged stories of his current life, which looked like a new plain suit, but lived with a ten-won-denominated Hall of Fame every month. It wasn't until almost midnight that Y's son, who opened the way to learn for his brother, also joined the group, so the story was swept away, the subject was compatible, and I saw him warmly in his hometown for a long time. The burning sound of the lamp wick, which creates a peaceful atmosphere like the sound of sleeping breaths of newborns, may be because the nerves that have been rough in 20 years of city life slept, but they do not get drunk even if they drink. Y is also drunk, and the sound of three people laughing and talking, but the wick burning is a deep smear in the heart through Uiyeon's ears. I lay down at two o'clock. It was pleasant to be able to recall the past of twenty years in a short moment. As he was drunk, his brother lay down with a light on the "Hado" he had got for his hands in Seoul, enjoying the sound of wick burning that felt like the sound of rain reflected in the women's window, and rather enjoyed not being able to sleep. the silence of a rustic night. Perhaps because it was plausible, I couldn't lie down curiously because I thought the sound of snow or drizzling rain was coming soon, so when I opened the window, there were a lot of really thick snowflakes.

I talked late with my nephew Jong-soo while eating makgeolli, and around midnight, Y also joined me and hugged me warmly in my hometown for a long time.

When the thought, "Didn't I decide not to meet Mr. In-seop forever?" rose, he collapsed helplessly. 'Everyone was my fault. I have no way to deal with him unless I can erase the night black. 'Everyone is a devil's curse,' he rose, crying out like this. His heart seemed to be cut off like a little bird in the house, considering the pain of not being able to scratch and cut down those arms that were hanging on to In-seop after that night and trying to forget In-seop until today. When I thought, "What should I do in the future?" his eyes were dark. However, he believes that the day of the fifteenth of lunar January is the day of his marriage to Inseop, and he will stay there and die. Then it was deeply thought that all suffering would be gone and that I could end my life as a pure maiden and a quiet wife. However, he will doubt his purity because he showed vulgar behavior that he could not raise his face to Inseop againI thought, and my eyes got dark again. After a few days, he decided to write a letter to In-seop. I decided to write what I had already thought while chewing in my mouth hundreds of times. "It's the last writing wall, so don't throw it away and read it. I don't know what to do. However, I believe that the 15th day of the first lunar month is my wedding day. Then I wonder how much comfort I will have in my life. Inseop and I were married. But I know very well that Mr. Inseop will not forgive me. I threw myself at Inseop without his permission. Be happy forever," wrote Punji. However, when I read it once, I thought In-seop would not be able to understand what it means. It was a longer term to write, but to write as short as possible, it became a letter without the public.

Just think of the 15th day of the first lunar month as the day you married Inseop and you'll die While thinking, I thought that he would doubt his purity because he showed vulgar behavior to In-seop.

In the 10th year of King Gongmin's reign, Hong Geon-jeok crossed the Yalu River with 100,000 soldiers and invaded Sakju Muju - Muju, near the current Yongbyon - to occupy the castle and take over Seogyeong. After receiving this defeat, the royal court panicked and used the enemy as a leader of Pyeongjangsa Kim Yong to subdue the enemy, but there was no equipment to stop the 100,000 troops from attacking, so several generals of Kim Yong-ha fled for a short period of time, and King Gongmin had no choice but to rush the land of Andong. The residents of the capital, who lost their wages and longevity, were only a group of helpless sheep. Hong Geon-jeok occupied Gaegyeong without being covered by a knife and did all kinds of acts while staying here for several days. There were poor residents, rich or poor, and no one was left without their loot. The previous song was rather the second. There was no one who was not a victim of their humiliation as a woman with a fair face. To escape, they were prevented from leaving the gate firmly, and to stay, these looting and vilification, and the inhabitants were truly into living hell and devastated. However, among the many women, not all of them were able to hide and get away from the revenge, but some of the residents complimented the enemy and told him about this, and instead promoted his own peace and security. Such a wicked person must exist anywhere in any era.

In October of the 10th year of King Gongmin's reign, Hong Geon-jeok, a 100,000-strong military, occupied Seogyeong and even occupied Gaegyeong to carry out various acts.

Construction site 1 One year, heavy rain came two or three times and heavy water went two or three times, and after the poor house collapsed and the houses left, the stream began to shrink again. As the number of days decreased, the construction of the stream, which started even before the rainy season, began again, allowing many workers to work with their heads on. It is a large construction that not only fixes a little bit at the end of a month or two, but also covers two or three roads in depth and five or six barrels in width to make a way for people to walk over the stream. Dig the bottom of the stream, lay a lump of stone, chop it firmly, and then make a double sashimi floor on top of it. Then, it is intertwined with thick wire on both sides, and then expanded the two ash to make a great cement wall, and crossed the wall to make a thick iron wall, and thickened with cement to make it very much like land. This kind of thing started last fall, so I took a short break only in the deep winter, started again, and then continued to come down throughout the spring and summer. Then, after meeting the rainy season and resting for almost a month, concrete construction began to cover the stream again from the last few days. Construction began even before sunrise today. From one side to the other, loud noises continue to occur in the dusty environment to collect houses, and underneath it, a small dirt truck rattles and goes up and down constantly. When I hate the soil where water flows and two or three people hang in one car and forcefully push and go up, I wash the sweat that rises like rain and shout "Youngchigi Deokchigi" helplessly. Then, when you pour soil and come down in an empty car, you sit in a bridge as if you had just lived, hum, and hurt your chest to shoot the wind. However, above my head, the sunlight is falling horribly as if I were dying.

Since it was a big construction work that did not end in a month or two, it was a work of digging the bottom of the stream, laying a lump of stone underneath it, and then making a double-dish floor on it.

It's been 15 days since I saw the blue sky! Clouds! Blue trees with painful eyes - they struggled with the thrill of being born for the first time in the world. This beautiful form of light and lines and branches! Steady rocks, majestic mountain features, blue rivers, and blue grasses that enhance the taste. I wondered if these things existed two weeks ago. "It was a monster called communism that wrapped this beautiful mountain stream, light, and scent in layers with fear and darkness!" An old man, a half-white wind, is looking at the blue sky and muttering like a stage serif. "Shh!" someone warns. It was all a sting. Fortunately, they didn't seem to hear it. I don't know where he's been looting, but he's smoking sheep cigarettes deliciously. I thought it was three, but why aren't there about a dozen of them. "Inje, you can die anytime!" the intentional red ginseng says again. Hyuk was staring at the half-white old man. I think I've seen him somewhere. Who was that? -' It was like seeing someone somewhere. Hyuk looks through his cluttered head. It's him! It was him. It was Yoon Sang-sook. He was a famous oriental painter. He would have been seventy years old. He was also a national treasure. Lee Hyuk was now trembling with terrible hatred. Hyuk knew well how artist Yoon lived. It was the same during the Japanese government and the military government. He was a green man who lived like a crane. I don't know how loyal I was to the Republic of Korea, but I wonder how much this old man who hates politics would have done if he did something bad. How much crime did this old man commit against the Communist Party? It was unbearable.

Hyuk, who saw an old man wearing a half-white hat, looking at the sky and muttering, noticed that the old man was Yoon Sang-sook.

Is there a possibility? The husband asked, but he remained silent. Because there may be both. But the next minute he's done, so he made a mistake? I had no choice but to ask. How does your husband receive this far more ridiculous comment, then do you have to use a relationship? And looking at Majo, you can't use it because you're much more alone this time. I did. Why did you do something you couldn't use? I don't apologize like that. - You apologize? Finished - Sunjae couldn't take it anymore. Why did he come up with Yeon-hee at this moment? What's wrong with Yeon-hee…I'm the only one in your family. He murmured his words in a hurry My husband has been looking at something for a while, so let's go. What you say is - to answer. There's something left. What kind of law is that? And, even if you rub against it, your husband is still in the same attitude. So, what's the big deal about someone who has no choice but to apologize? What do you want me to do? Don't you lie that you love me? Can't you forgive me? It's a sudden burst of course. In this case, it's too much to say. Too selfish is beyond that. However, the unknown thing was that it was scarier and more memorable for me to feel refreshed and relieved than any other words. Chestnut transplanted, and the two couples still exchanged stories with rice dogs side by side like friends.

The language beyond the level was difficult, but it was more than frightening to make my heart feel cool and relieved.

"What else is left for us today except to throw Kang Tae-gong's straight fishing into the water. There is no need to criticize the world as if it were breaking in two. Have you ever seen a toad crouching down and lying down whenever you notice a person. What is needed is not something else, but the toad's talent." As I heard it, his brave and standing up was the expression of the toad. I looked at the impression of a toad as if I had made a strange discovery that Okong was the same physique and had a hazy expression. When I changed and left the house together, I began to feel the jjajang toad, paying more attention to him. It was five years ago that Unhae went to Jeonju with his colleagues. His impression of just coming up from Jeonju - that's one of the clearest impressions I've ever had from him in these years - but the impression then wasn't necessarily as shabby as it was in the era of wobbly enthusiasm before going to Jeonju, and his impression today doesn't fall too far. I think this toad's impression has already been prepared in his body and mind since the era of passion, so it seems that he is crazy today. Of course, it is not just a matter of talent, but it can be explained that he has the expression of a jjajang toad because he has built his philosophy of Confucianism in his mind today without the result of his efforts. "Do you often hear about stone materials?" When Unhae took to the street, he also brought up the story of one of his colleagues in Seoul. It was a stone that was closer to him than I, who had been walking with Unhae since the Jeonju Dynasty.

His impression of today is not too far from that of when he just came up from Jeonju.

"Go to Chang 92 trillion 233.7 billion won. He said he had a headache and left an hour ago." "Thank you." Park In-hae climbed in, pushing Younghoon, who was standing in front of the car. "Chang92 trillion 233.7 billion won! 238547.77 won! With a large payment...…." "Yes." The car ran under the cloud bridge in front of Donhwamun. In the car, Younghoon held Park In-hae's hand. "A man like me doesn't deserve to fall under Park Hyung's feet!" Younghoon couldn't beat the emotion, so tears poured out. Younghoon covered his face with his left hand and said, "I didn't know that and I only misunderstood the thin film. What should I say to express this emotion…… Park Hyung, forgive me! I'm sorry!" "You're welcome." Park In-hae, holding one hand by Younghoon, was looking at the street scenery flowing outside the watery window. Soon the landscape fades...…One or two tears soaked Park In-hae's face. He turned away and secretly took a picture of the tears from Younghoon. "I really can't stand it, Park Hyung." "Stop it, Inje." At times like this, it's convenient to not talk to each other." "Ah, ⎯⎯." They got off in front of KRW 92 trillion 2337 billion 2368,547.77 in front of Chang. It was within KRW 92 trillion 233.77 billion 2,368,547.77 in a wide window, so it was unclear where Eunju was. "Let's go through every detail." Park In-hae stood in front of the bird cage on the left first. It wasn't Sunday, so there weren't that many people. The monkey went out in front of the new cage. There, it was divided into two groups, and Younghoon went to the ostrich cage, and Park In-hae went to the tiger cage.

Park In-hae walked in front of the new cage, saying, "Let's search thoroughly," and Younghoon went toward the ostrich cage.

Mr. Seo. I'm the one who's leaving this class tomorrow, that is, that is, this town. I'm moving to another area and trying to be incorporated into another class, but for some reason, I can't leave this class without regret. Various events held in the class are also unforgettable because the various figures of the event and the class leader are engraved in your mind. More than the arrangement I shared with my neighbors, I was more impressed by the various feelings that the inspiration showed. Among all the characters I have encountered in my life, the inspiration is one of the human beings. He was a person who would probably come up in front of me at any time. When I called him old man, he always jumped up and protested what kind of old man I was already, but thanks to his yellow national uniform and defense cap, his body looks somewhat thin, but if he takes off his hat, he will have deep wrinkles on his forehead. Although he is the oldest adult in the class, he should have kept the old man in a corner, but why he made him a class president was sometimes considered pitiful. For some reason, we felt sorry for the young people's eyes, given the appearance of busy walking around the house with a note, saying, "Let's make a donation," and "Let's make a donation." Why didn't there be people who wanted me to help them with such miscellaneous tasks on behalf of the old man. The figure of putting saliva on the end of a pencil while tilting the defense cap back at an angle, sweating on the temples, and looking over the magnifying glass is tearful, and on the other hand, Lee Sang-seul pulls his heart like a friend. When you come to collect hardware, you are encouraged to give everything because it is good for abandonment and metal, and when a bucket comes out of the kitchen or kitchen, a spoon comes out, the old man smiles while looking at the cool housewife's hands, and writes his name on a piece of paper and sticks to the bowl. I am sorry for the semicircles for bending their backs, gathering them in the unit, and fishing for the weight of the bowl with both hands, but it is a difficult crisis for the two countries. My job is never easy, and no one knows how much effort I put into it, and when I first heard him confess his difficulties in his position, I felt a different kind of affection than ever.

When looking at the appearance of scouring the deputy head in a straightforward manner, the young person felt sorry, and the appearance of drooling on the end of the pencil as he looked into the ledger over the magnifying glass drew his heart.

The best artist among the group was also the nine stars, and his natural appearance was not only the purest, but also his piano skills were so high and full-fledged that it was a waste to put them on stage. The talented pianist's job on the stage that night was a musical instrument. His shape of cleaning the inside and outside of the piano and controlling the pitch of the key by playing various organs was more of a public figure than a pianist. It was a friendly view to see him standing next to the piano and helping with the small touch because he seemed to be close to him. Turning around in front of him with a clownish shoulder is already paired with Gracia General Manager Piktol, and even if his body is small, he shows the power of suppressing Ilsin in the middle-aged attitude. Perhaps because of the night fire, Marie's appearance for the first time was exceptionally beautiful. He is so young and shy that it is difficult to have a good relationship with Katerina, adding to his charm. Her slim look and soft face took on the dignity of a precious only daughter. If tied to him, Irina looks like a hopsa doll when she is not excited because she is the same Natse, but her appearance is lacking. I didn't think I could surprise the audience on the stage in a quiet shape. My little Misha and Anna's pair crouch in the corner of the stage and just stare at me with awkward eyes. When I looked at them carefully, wondering why they were so depressed, they both looked pale. Why do they have to go on stage with adults while suffering like frosted birds. Maybe he guessed my pitiful eyes, but he came close to me and looked at them together, saying, "I'm in trouble because I'm a man and I'm weak. I specially got Harbin to make the stage more lively, but I'm afraid that they'll collapse on the stage because of how thin their bodies are. "What I think is a legitimate concern as the owner of the group is that they look so weak to anyone's eyes. It was truly my true sincerity to wish them all the best in their days on stage.

I sincerely hope that Misha and Anna, who are pale faces without energy, have no problem with stage life.

Meanwhile, I forgot Semimaru. -No, if you've forgotten, you might have trouble talking. Rather than forgetting, he drew a shadow of Semimaru in the water and took it off, poured all my passion into the shadow, and forgot the sadness of wanting to see the real Semimaru. Semimaru, who had a dream locked in my heart, had become a "dream person" in name and reality. While fishing this fall, Semimaru lost its reality and became an idol in my heart. And, at the same time as Semimaru idolized in my heart, I joined Mary, who suddenly disappeared as a child a few years ago and became a beautiful idol in my heart. × On New Year's Eve, which was almost the end of the year, Kim Hwan stopped by his house on his way to Beijing. That night, a Japanese fairy held a Soyeon to mean sending a ring. And I met Semimamu after a long time. My passion exploded again on the occasion of that day. In the evening, I went to Chilseonggwan again, calling Tama-ya. Once again the silent love affair began and continued. × In the early spring of the following year, I left Pyongyang for about a month due to something, and I found that Semimaru's traces disappeared on the night of my return to Pyongyang. My heart was not able to ask Fairy Yeojang clearly about where Semimaru went, but the next day, I asked the old woman, the owner of Hwancheon, again, and was told that she was only sold to the loss of old man Lee Se-ok, the owner of a house in Seoul.

Semi-Maru, who lost his reality and became an idol in his heart, became one with Mary, who was an idol in his childhood.

But now he had nothing to fear. Only in front of him were worried about each of his daughters' personalities like lightning shining in the sky. When he came home out of breath, he was startled by something outside the door. But when it was at right angles to what was a bong salt, he rushed in. "Did you lie down to be the girl of the two years?" Bong-yeom's body was like fire, soaked in rain. He was frightened again. And he trembled at the appearance of gnawing away the width of his liver. Therefore, the thought of picking up everything about breastfeeding made my head ache. But when they came into the room and lay down neatly, his head was filled with anxiety again. Myung-soo woke up now and cried as if the big house was leaving, and Myung-soo's mother and father woke up and frowned and criticized his current behavior. As if the scolding to quit breastfeeding immediately fell, he kept thinking that he would lose the touch of his fingertips. He finally got up. Bong-hee, who thought she was sleeping, ran up holding her nipple. And I cried out, "Mom!" Bong-yum couldn't tell her not to go to her mother, felt black and cried, grabbed her mother's skirt collar, and said, "A little more...…." That trembling voice he was still hearing. No, it will never be forgotten. He jerked wide awake. And I circled the room not to think about all this. However, this bitter memory that rises like a spark cannot be helped. And even Myung-soo's face comes up and turns around. Myung Soo with a big smile.

There seemed to be a bad command to quit Myung-soo's baby-sitting and leave, but he was only worried about his daughters' safety.

"There's no particular reason. It's my first time in the second grade, so I get by, but when I get into the third or fourth grade, my financial difficulties increase and my enthusiasm for children's education cools down. That's why there are usually a lot of expelled students in the third and fourth grades, and there are fewer people in the fifth and sixth grades." "I see," said the female teacher, who seemed to be admired by the principal's smart explanation rather than knowing it in detail, and for a long time, she kept her eyes on the principal's face and shook her federal head. Sitting next to the principal, the chief instructor glanced at the principal's glance and said in a slightly trembling voice, "The principal's words are very reasonable. That's right. The 3rd and 4th graders are the worst. But among them, this year's fourth grade is particularly severe. Above all, if you look at the attendance book that has been recorded since the first grade, you will know it in detail." He glances sideways at Myung-woo's side. Myung-woo managed to endure the swelling in his heart and watched only his movements. Dong-kwans turn to Myung-woo as if they had promised. The chief instructor tries to hide the poor light and continues to do the following with a decent attitude. "Of course, if you look at fourth-grade children this year, it is true that more than half of them are from the most violent, lazy, and low-living families in the school. However, as an educator, I think it is very regrettable to condone it. What is an educator's job……." "Mr. Choi," it sounds more like he's spouting than calling.

"This year's fourth grade is particularly severe," said the senior instructor, who was looking at the principal's eyes, looking at Myung-woo's side and saying, "You'll know from the attendance book that I've recorded since my first grade."

Eumjeon, who had been looking at you far away, would not miss this opportunity when she saw her partner's maiden collapsing helplessly because she was so energized, pushing away countless children who were rushing and jumping on the treadmill first. However, the girl on that side does not step on you, but just stands and looks at you. "Don't push yourself too hard, will you? I'm not good at running," and Eumjeon was stepping on you when she refused, but the maiden didn't step on you and stood there as if she were thinking about something, and said, "Oh, I couldn't run because I had a previous Meg. "Who's up here or not?" and get off looking around. This phonograph was strange. The maiden, who was always in charge of running alone, was reluctant to get off, as if she were going to run. However, what's the matter! None of the maidens who had been arguing with each other to run for you because their turn did not come, would try to stand up to the position facing the eumjeon. They are just looking at each other, turning their faces around each other as if they were trying to run through the net. Without further consideration, Eumjeon already knew what it meant. I felt a lump in my throat in a moment. Even so, it's embarrassing to just get off and fall asleep after arguing on you. "Didn't you run with me?" Eumjeon talked to the most sloppy child who had been in a hurry since earlier and asked.

Eumjeon, who saw the girl running on the floor, slumped helplessly, jumped on you without missing an opportunity, but the girl on that side just stood there and looked at you without stepping on you.

A noble patriot, a senior member of the local Deokmanga business community, a devout believer, and the maximum protector of the church, not to mention the traitorous leftists in the region, and the so-called intel-based unpatriotic middlemen, the church must be so eager to send out, Meanwhile, about 10 evangelical wives and 20 eloquent female church members were selected to organize a commando unit, and under Mrs. Choi's general command, they visited their homes day and night, regardless of church members and comparators, and engaged in fierce street propaganda. Of course, it was expected that something would return to each member of the commando team, at least, on the day Moon Young-hwan was elected and used his power. Anyway, for that reason, about 30 women, who were not free from mixed, varied, and desirable charges, gathered in scattered roads, scattered roads, and gathered in various ways, laying down all kinds of theories, theories, and distribution. Moon Tae-seok's second sister, who is still young, before 30, is not fat yet, and has completed a high school, has a fever of 49 degrees, and except for this, Moon Tae-seok's second sister, who is not different in personality, words, and actions compared to his mother Choi's wife.

More than 30 women, who are not without various and desirable charges, have put all kinds of theories, theories, and distributions.

I knew before I came home that there was no wealth, no punishment, and that people lived by selling Pyeongpung, books, and Uiroong, which were left with the remnants of good living in the past, and that trees were sometimes served by my grandfather's maternal cousin. I entered the house at dusk one day in winter, which was still snowy in the mountains, rather than early spring, and bowed in front of my grandfather, who was sitting still alone in a dark room with no lights on. "Oh, in-deuk. After hearing that he was coming, he went out to sit down on the hill in front of him and came in nicely. The grandfather's voice, "Did you go there physically?" did not seem to have declined as it was last year. "Where's Ian?" I asked when I saw my sister missing. "After Ki-ae cooked dinner, she waited and went in and out when she heard that you were coming, so where did she go. "Did you go to raise the raw material?" Then, say, "Baby, baby!" and sing a couple of words. Soon, the sound of a bucket floating on a bucket can be heard. I opened the door and ran out. "Oh, brother!" Kyung-ae stood tall as if surprised by something. It's so tall that it looks like a humanoid falling back on its head. an eight-year-old sister. I am six years old, and when I was eleven years old, I left my parents behind ahead of Chuseok in August. At the end of breastfeeding, the sister goes to another person's house and dies of dysentery, and there is only one younger sister left. It was so cold that he drew water from Bangguri, held a string in his mouth, grabbed a water jar with one hand in the shape of an adult, pressed his breast with one hand, and stood in the twilight. Hot tears poured out of my eyes. Still, I was proud of the appearance of wearing plump cotton clothes, even though it may have been stained.

Tears poured out as I was proud of the shape of my little sister, who was wearing plump cotton clothes and holding the water bottle with one hand in the shape of adults.

Park Cheom-ji stomped his feet because he couldn't get over it, and said, "The son of the guy who's been searching for the neighborhood has nothing to do while he's eating and playing, so he's going to have to kick his son out of the ground or sit down with his leg bones." At that word, Gapsoe suddenly has an idea and winks with Obok. Obok also makes eye contact with each other with a face that says he is thinking the same thing. They nod their heads repeatedly. At the end of it, the thought, "If there are several dogs, they will catch tigers," comes out one after another, and Gapsoe nods his head to himself. It's that very evening. The irrigation water is cool, mosquitoes, and there is nothing to bite, so it takes the place of straw, and the pillow lies on the side with the cover of the small rice unit, which will be covered with stones to prevent dew later. Even though the early evening has passed, the night is still a long way off. Although the nearly ten days of the moon rose in the middle of the sky earlier, the field was dark and bright because it came out between the fluctuating clouds. In the neighborhood, when the moon is shining, only the smoke of the mosquitoes rises, and they fall asleep and teach each other. Gwansu doesn't seem to be in the dark, but the stone that blocked the hole during the day was about to be stuck in it, so he looked up there, and then remembered Park Cheom-ji's holy fire, and he smiled to himself.

A little after the early evening, Gwansu smiles at the thought of Park Cheom-ji's torch.

"No, yes. Are you hurt a lot?" I inadvertently held Yumie's hand and opened it. At that moment, strangely enough, the touch from my cold hand surprised me and almost dropped it again, but I forced myself to hide such feelings by holding it together and blocking the bleeding place, saying, "You've emptied a lot. Because of me - because of me...…." "No, it's okay." Yumi's face, which answered, seemed to turn pale, and the hand caught by me seemed to tremble quietly. For a moment we overheard each other's hearts beating silently. It seemed like the whole body was clear. It was like my mouth was burning. I quickly turned away, took a towel out of my pocket, tore it apart, and suddenly held it out in front of Mr. Yumi. For nearly 10 minutes to the "Shibuya" station, we silently stood side by side and walked. "I'm a humble human being." Yumie suddenly said this with her head down, perhaps because she couldn't keep that heavy silence when she came out to the bright place. I didn't realize the meaning, and I also asked back with my head down. "I don't know much about loyalty...…that's jealousy." It was Yumie's voice, which was surprisingly calm. I listened to it with reverence as if I were listening to some kind of trust. It is not clear yet, but I could only guess that the "key point" of solving the case is hidden in it after waking up today. I hugged the mare and waited for more words to fall out of Yumie's mouth.

Yumi's hands seemed to tremble still and her face seemed to turn pale, answering that she was okay.

It was all terrifying. The threat of aquaculture is increasing day by day, Ansi City is solid and immovable, and there is something scary in the 40 li area - and autumn is overcoming the crisis and gradually becoming winter. Due to this and other factors, King Taejong also had a lot of thoughts on how to dispose of Lee An-si City and how to stop returning to the army. It was a war that was fought against and stubbornly, so it was a little bad to step down here on your own, but this fight was different from before, so you only won it repeatedly. Inje's troop withdrawal does not mean defeat. It's not a losing battle If you just continue to win and return to the army, it was still better than a crushing defeat. When King Taejong's heart was quite shaken by the threat of the most Yanggok and Eomdong, a shot by Yang Man-chun, the lord of Ansi, was stuck in Taejong's left eye. The flesh was not deeply embedded, so it was pulled out immediately, and there was only one eye lost, but there was no hindsight, but that night King Taejong gathered the generals and discussed the return. On top of everyone being threatened by winter and food, the generals who encountered the Myeonyeong of the spirit of Goguryeo, which had hidden its shadow, soon accepted King Taejong's opinion. The procedures and strategies to return in order so that it does not seem to run away were usually discussed. The next night, some of the Tang army left Ansi City at night. King Taejong was mixed with the first round of troops and set out to escape. × But that night a terrible thing happened, and a terrible thing unfolded. The allied forces of Goguryeo and Malgal, who were stretching out a 40-ri gauge, flew pictures and attacked the fleeing Tang army.

King Taejong had the idea of returning to the army due to hardships such as aquaculture.

"Are you sure you'll come?" He slammed it to Andaemun without answering. The second is standing outside the gate waiting to see who else will come out I couldn't, so I grabbed my fists and ran forward. Both the trees and the mountains moved. The second, who ran home, opened the door like a thunderbolt, jumped in and fell on his mother's chest. Even the light went out because of the wind. The second put his face on his mother's face, and said, "The housewife isn't coming, she'll come tomorrow, yes." Hot tears began to drop one drop or two on the cold invoice. Just in time, the chicken next door hit the perch and cried. The second, who thought so far, seemed to penetrate the sky as he was driven to the person whose deep roots had subsided. He clenched his fists and jumped up. A pretty girl gave birth to a pretty girl. Both eyes were clear, and the faceplate was similar to the mother, but more distinctly shaped than the mother. It was a jade that would be our heroine. After being lonely, the girl's wife was born, and the trouble that she couldn't put into her mouth for months disappeared into her dream, and it was a great comfort. Therefore, it was to mutter and exchange by myself to the young thing that knew nothing. When Joo-ok's mother hears it while passing by, the door opens like lightning. "I'll just play around with that good girl!" Even when I said it for the rest of my life, I felt like I was going to have any bowel movements soon due to a loud noise that seemed to be scratching at the end of my life. So he bowed his head and his chest began to tremble.

The second, who ran home, shed tears on his mother's cold invoice, saying that the housewife will come tomorrow.

King Yeomra rolled his big eyes and shouted, "Yakjangsa, doctor, clowns, you are contemptuous of hell, so I'll swallow it in one bite. If you want to dance, dance in my stomach as much as you want to eat beans," and three people went into the big mouth at once. The three passed through their burrow-like throats in the mouth of King Yeomra's large palace door and entered their stomachs. First of all, the pharmacist lamented, "Now I have no choice but to die," and said, "What do you really want me to do? Soon we'll melt like water," said the clown, crying. So this time, the doctor said, "I lived because of the clown earlier, so it's my turn to save him this time. My dear! I have a way to live, so just do what I'm told. I'm a doctor, so I know the tendons in my body. Now! Is this a tearful tendon? Pharmacist! Let's get you to pull it hard! This is a laughing tendon, a clown! I want you to pull it hard. Now! It's an angry tendon, so I'll pull it." The pharmacist and the clown liked to dance when they heard this. "Then, shall I pull it?" "Yes! Pull it quickly." The pharmacist tugged at the tearful tendon with all his might, and suddenly the King of Yeomra became sad and cried, "Hey! Hey!" with a thunderous sound. Then, "Shall I pull it, too?" "Yeah! Pull it as hard as you can." This time, the clown pulls on the tendon that makes you laugh, and King Yeomra suddenly starts laughing, so the house is shaking! He laughed out loud, as if it were ringing, "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

When King Yeomra swallowed a doctor, a pharmacist, and a clown as if they were eating beans, the three of them entered King Yeomra's stomach.

It was summer four years ago with my sister. I went to Haeundae with Kim and met the main character of this story. It didn't rain at that time, so if I had left as scheduled, I wouldn't have had a chance to meet the main character of this story. We were going to go to Dongnae Hot Springs after sleeping only two nights in Haeundae, but we postponed the day because of the rain. Mr. Kim and I spent the morning playing Go while looking at the wet sea from the room on the floor. After Ojeong, the gloomy sky became clear and the rain cleared. Thick rain fell in places through the clouds. The clouds, where the pieces of the pieces overlapped with each other, were cleared cleanly by sunset without leaving a single piece. I went to a hot spring with Kim and left the hot spring when the red rain hid two steps in the green field. The dry energy left by the long drought was washed away by the rain. The sunset was as clear as snow. The acacia leaves, which were covered in dust and withering, glistened like child's eyes. The wind passing through the sea, which was murmuring on the green grass and white sand, had a more cheerful taste than ever. I headed to the inn with the sunset in my arms. Kim, wearing a towel and a yukkada, also stood behind me. The sound of the Danso was heard closer and closer. The long, short, high, and low sound flowed to the sky far beyond the sea along the sunset sun that hid its feet. We went to the shade of the tree where the Danso sounded. In front of the person who plays the Danso, an orator stands like a half-moon and listens quietly.

Four years ago, Kim and I, who were going to go to Dongnae Hot Springs after sleeping only two nights in Haeundae in the summer, postponed a day because of the rain and met the main character of this story.

When he saw his husband's displeasure, he turned around and put on his socks without saying a word. Bong-joon gave away a sock stand. "Are you all wearing them?" I." I lifted my shoes and put them on the feet of jade. "Wake up," he said, feeling dizzy, the room swirled and barely got up relying on the wind wall. After looking into it for a long time, he smiled and said, "That's enough. She's quite a girl." "And I put on her when I go to school or when I don't. Cream and Benny, yes, you should." He pointed to the vials on the desk. Hearing her husband's sweet words for the first time, he went too far and was at a loss. "And I'll bring some of our friends in the evening. Don't hesitate and answer the questions quickly, okay? I didn't put on any powder today. Eat dinner, wash your face, and put on powder, yes." I looked into my face silently. Jade bowed his face, saying it was clear. "Do as I say," he repeatedly stood up. He stood up, looked at his back, and cried, 'I have a husband, too!' Then Young-sil came in with a smile. "What did you buy?" I took a look at the shoes under the desk and looked into them. "I already bought shoes……" He looked at Ok's delight one more time, saying, "Does it fit?" "Yes." Young-sil's mother also came in with a smile. "Oh my gosh, that's a lot." I took up the shoes my daughter gave me and looked.

His husband, who was wearing socks, put on his shoes and asked him to stand up, and he managed to get up by relying on the wind wall.

"Hey, I'm embarrassed to be sowing with half-bunk words for nothing. Let's go upstairs and meet old Hong Yeok-gwan and talk to him." "Don't be crazy. Hong Yeok-gwan said, "It's better for him to fall into a bad situation." Then Uidong ran out of the room alone and shouted, "Bye bye." Baipan means rice in the name of rice. Uidong's learning a few words of herring has now worked. I couldn't say anything after I finished the baipan, so I gestured my feet and the scoundrel conveyed this side'sense. Then, Jang Gwe immediately called Ddabungsu (Suksu), who was cooking, and served white rice and asked him to cook rice. Uidong, who saw it, was happy that his nose was tall and his horse stood up, so he returned to the Boknotbang and bragged to himself. "Herring is not a big deal," he said. "Thanks to me, Daegam is sleeping 100 times tonight." "Why haven't you eaten so far, Bongcheon has won great food that even our servants haven't eaten." "When is that already?" "That's the only thing that's up there." Dude, I can't see you eating because you're hungry after losing your dignity." Thanks to Nui, I ended up eating white rice like snow for dinner that day.

When Uidong made a gesture of foot movement behind the herring called Baipan and conveyed the meaning of this side, Jang Gwe called a bubble and told him to cook rice.

The owner of the horse got off the horse. He returned to the front of the tomb, abandoning his horse there. Even when he returned, he only stood silently in front of the tomb. Standing with his head buried in his chest without saying a word, only tears seemed to rain in his eyes. After standing in the corner without saying a word, he returned to the end of the road. I'm back on the horse. After that, I go back to the way I came earlier. He was Prince Hodong. He came to visit Princess Nakrang's tomb. Now, in Goguryeo, the whole country is full of congratulations on its victory for conquering Nakrang was conquered. However, Prince Hodong's heart was only bitter, painful, and lonely. He should be most pleased with this victory, which is to say, a general of victory. However, the prince, who lost his beloved Princess Nakrang at the same time as he gained the land of Nakrang, was not in the least pleased. Conquering Nakrang is a long-cherished desire of Goguryeo over the years, so it should be delighted. Goguryeo, which is now expanding, will also have to establish the Great Goguryeo Empire by repeatedly conquering from south to north. Although he was not a prince who did not know this much and was not a prince who did not have this ambition, the tragedy of the princess as a result of this fall and conquest was heartbreaking to the prince. Moreover, didn't the princess lose her life because of her. Didn't he buy the wrath of King Nakrang Choi Ri because he broke the Nabal and the drum, the national treasures of Nakrang. Wasn't it you who ordered to break the North and the Nabal. In order to conquer Nakrang, the drum and Nabal, which are national treasures of the country, should be done first, so didn't you wake it up with the help of the princess.

The whole country was full of congratulations for conquering Nakrang, but at the same time as gaining Nakrang territory, Prince Hodong's heart was only painful when he lost his beloved Princess Nakrang.

"It's because I'm hungry, but there's no way I can't say hello like a beggar." Don't do that, ma'am, please give me a drink." Park Eo-sa looked at his wife and bent down. So Cheon-geum's mother, who was chasing after him and standing tall on the gate, looked at Bakeosa Temple with a strange look for a long time and said, "Is it strange that my eyes are wrong? I'm sure it is...… No, aren't you Park Seo-bang, Jeon Jeondeungnae. "Hey, you know this right!" Park Eosa, who was surprised, said, "Yes, I did," and bowed down in a row, describing a poor thing that can't be done anymore, saying, "I'm starving for many days, so I'll give you a cold meal." "No, what's the matter with you? How did the West come to this shape?" So Cheon-geum's mother tried hard, repeating exclamations of sympathy with a pitiful and pitiful expression. "Oh, my. Can you do that's? When I went to Seoul and got rid of all the money I was doing for foreign exchange, I was kicked out of my mother's house, so I couldn't study or hold a government post, and I couldn't go anywhere. What's wrong with being a beggar? Still, I came all the way from village to village thinking of my old friendship, but there is no place to be thankful for not treating me so badly. Tears of emotion come out on their own," he said, touching the heart of Emi of So Cheon-geum.

So Cheon-geum's mother, who was looking at Park Eo-sa with a strange look, asks if you are Park Seo-bu in the electric field.

"Since it was my first time meeting the teacher, I could not have had such an appointment, but I trusted the wife's words that came yesterday and lent the room, but I didn't see the teacher directly from this time and made a covenant." It was a tone that touched the man's pride. The man got out of bed. The arms in a woman's gown over a suit were somehow funny. "What kind of covenant is it. Did you promise to hug the customer even if he did anything rude?" The man looked at Mugyeong right away. "Yesterday, your wife said that your job was to be a lecturer at Imperial University, and that the purpose of renting a room was to write a paper, and the rent and deposit were supposed to be paid this morning." The man suddenly became speechless. Not only was he speechless, but he also lost energy in his body posture, which was remarkable to the eyes of the person next to him. He turned a blind eye and stood by the bed. I heard a "university instructor" and a lonely voice. However, he soon turned around and looked at this side, saying, "If my job was a university instructor or I told you that I was writing a paper in this room, it was a lie, so I'll cancel it with my own mouth. But it's not the deposit and rent that matters after all. You don't have to be involved in reading papers unless you're disturbing others, and you don't have to be a college instructor for a job or something like that...…." "Well, you can say that two times." "Sure." The man put his hand in his suit pocket.

The man was speechless when he heard about his job, purpose of renting a room, and the contents of his wife's agreement related to rent.

So I sat as far apart as I did, saying, "It's been a long time." But I'm jealous that A, who called the gisaeng, was secretly hated or took Seolhyang away. And it is not appropriate that Seolhyang and her favorite A called her favorite Chae-ok. However, I had no choice but to swallow. A meets Seolhyang every day and whispers, laughs at each other, and pinches each other to see what was so lacking. I don't know if it was because Chae-ok was old and suffered all kinds of sorrow, but I can see an old light on her face and a depth of water that can't be covered. Chun-sung deliberately called Seol-hyang sitting next to A and pulled his hand because he didn't want to see A rolling with Seol-hyang without flirting, who must have realized how dull he was in the hwaryu world. When Chae-ok said, "Come!" she expressed a surprised yet jealous light in her eyes and disappeared. "What's wrong with you?" Seolhyang also tried to take her hand out while whining because she didn't want to go to Chunseong, so Chunseong grabbed Seolhyang in a group and looked sideways at A, who was sitting with his mouth open, even though he didn't want to miss Seolhyang from his hand. "Why did you only go to Mr. A and sit down, don't I want to see him?" "Why don't I want to see you? I'm sick because I couldn't see you as soon as I met you." So I even got a pimple like this," he smiled and showed a pimple on his wrist, and it is hard to see how it looks crafty and mean to Chun-sung's eyes when he frowns as if he was in a very indescribable pain.

I was jealous that A, who called a gisaeng, took Seolhyang away while feeling hateful inside, and it was not appropriate that Seolhyang and her favorite A called Chae-ok.

In-jun heard the whole story of the mysterious incident that night, as Pil-ho recognized from Pil-ho to the loyal servant of the old count. Wan-so didn't know the full story of the night's incident at all. All that Wan-so knew was roughly like this. Wan-soe, who was sleeping in the room across from the Count's house, woke up when he heard something mumbling in the room where the old count lived. As soon as the iron was broken and the clothes were fixed, a pistol sounded in the count's room. I don't remember the details because it was one room, two rooms, three rooms, and three rooms, but I was able to show off. I heard footsteps running away from the count's room. When Wan-soe ran into the count's room, the count fainted with a pistol in his hand, and the room was full of gunpowder smoke. After investigating it later, there were five empty cases in the count's pistol - the sound of Yaban's pistol was the count's shot at all, not the gunman's. The count must have fainted himself in horror after chasing the mysterious man by releasing a pistol, but there was no sign of harm from the mysterious man. This was the whole story of the night. After that, the old count, who moved to Yanggwan, sometimes said in a frightened voice like a sleep talking, "He was still alive. It's damaged and alive." I've heard him say this a few times. Wan-soe, who occasionally hears such a frightened sleep talking from the old count, who still has a strong heart, vaguely guessed that something sinister had happened above the Imperial Court, and that there was a character named "the guy" (in Shanghai) behind the incident.

All Wan-soe knows is that he was sleeping in the room across from the Count's House, and woke up because he heard something in the room where the old count lived, and the sound of a pistol came out in a row.

It was when the jujube was red, so it must have been before Chuseok. That day, this person came back from the writing room late, and everyone was eating dinner. Yes, I wouldn't have looked through the kitchen because I thought of my mother while eating it. Then, my mother takes away the water debris and eats the sound of slurping. Yeah, that's when I realized that both of these people's mothers always eat in the kitchen to look like they've eaten to us while drinking water. Yes, this person served rice that he or she had grown up, and said, "Mother, I'm going to stop eating rice and rice cakes in the writing room!" I had to give half of my mother and this person ate it, too. But it would have been worth a few pennies if I had been late for being less than 10 years old. If you're hungry, pay for the crab wall, if other children eat the rice cake, struggle for the rice cake, and if you go around looking for taffy, you'll tease me, and whenever you do, your mother says, "Oh, don't do it for me. Now, if you make money, I'll buy you two rice cakes and get you two, just bear with Cho Bear, okay?" If you don't stop crying, he said, "You guys, will you rot inside your mother's rotten stomach?" and knocked this person and his seven-year-old brother down. It was a day when we couldn't cook two breakfasts, so we couldn't see anything but food, so we couldn't even ask for a meal that we thought we didn't have, so we were scolded hard. Yeah, I couldn't stand the beating, so this person said, "Mother, I won't do it again, I won't do it again. Since I'm so hungry, it hurts.

Only then did this person realize that his mother was trying to look like she had eaten while drinking only water, so he served the rice he had eaten and gave half of it to his mother.

Yoon and Lim come out side by side like a sentence in which they share one piece and two pieces of one piece. I will watch "Manchun Poetry" with Mr. T. Yoon seems to hesitate, but he says, "Take the baton." I'm fine. As I bowed, I said, "First come player! Please ignore me and pass me through the small station along the line as if I were passing through a small station." Im's face suddenly blooms with poisonous flowers. I'll do as I please. I liked to throw away all the honors of Lee Chak by the fort. Yes, I gave up on the relay. Even in this case, the success of Yokomitsu Riichi TOGO (恐利懼) has been achieved in the capacity of a tramp who has wasted his vocabulary. Im Yi and Yoon hid in the crowd. He sat side by side with T in the darkness of the gallery (corridor) and looked down at a human comedy in which he changed his shoes. I have a terrible pain in my lower abdomen. If you press it hard with your palm, the steam that is pushed out of your mouth is about to burst into red. I thought of some opium. I'm a wild man who doesn't even know how to be careful, so I don't feel uncomfortable when I'm half dead. On the screen, the people who should die do not want to die, and the good people who don't have to die are in trouble to die, but the bearded person is looking at this side, touching it like licking his beard with his tongue. "It's not funny that our doctor has to live in a world where it's hard to live while trying to save people who are about to die." In other words, people who study heels are running here and there.

When Yoon told me to take the baton, I bowed and said, "I hope you will ignore me and pass me."

Only then did Young-seop and the nanny breathe out of relief. They were delighted to weep, as if a series of infinitely long tensions existed for this moment. Their smiling faces sweated as if it were the first time in their lives that such a joyful moment was for them. Tears streamed. The nanny began to clean up Ilsung's poop. The child stamped his feet instinctively. I peed at the end of a pretty gnome like a small red pepper and a brush tip. What a miracle! Young-seop was deeply moved as if he had realized some great truth in his young son's resurrection. How happy I would have been if I had seen this miracle with my wife. She must have been happy to hang on to Young-seop and hit her body at times like this. He was ashamed to look at the child indeed, thinking that he had left his young son at home, who was having such a scary experience, and was intoxicated with incense after drinking. A thousand fathers with children in this world must think of this. The next morning, Il-sung holds his father's bland nose in his arms and shakes it again. The nanny smiled at this as she cooked in the kitchen. Because the good doctor took care of the child, it was natural to attribute all of these achievements to the doctor. Young-seop thought that the doctor, who was calm, young, and understanding, was a friend and neighbor of the poor group. So he thought he had to tell the doctor about this miracle, so he left the child with a nanny and went outside and called the doctor. The doctor was happy as if it was his job and ran to Young-seop's house a little later. The doctor also hugged the child and gave him another injection.

When I called the doctor thinking that I should let the doctor know this miracle because I saved my voice thanks to the doctor's care, he was happy as if it was his job and ran to Young-seop's house.

Looking at the sound of the rice cake, the man fell on his left leg. The bar tied to the body is horrible to see for some reason. The man stands up without any hesitation and writes with great strength. Maybe the dirt was squeezed on his face, but his black eyes were not like human eyes. Now, as he fell, the silkworm seemed to have torn its crotch, and thus revealed the knee joint that was tied to the soil. Only when the man used his strength did the passengers barely raise themselves up and make a weak offbeat sound. And seeing that it was pushed forward, it was probably dangerous behind it. The woman, who was standing next to the car, ran and said that the cliff with the front wheels fell. When I got up quickly, she dragged my hand and said, "I'm going to roll up the stone." We searched the hillside, but we couldn't see a stone, so we couldn't stand it. I was even more scared of the night coming to Bo Mi-gu, where Song-rim was getting dark. So we wasted the soil so that our nails would fall out, took out the stones, and stuck them in the wheels. Some students went out to give rocks because they said they wouldn't get better. The man fell down again. When we looked worried with a stone, the man suddenly stood up and fell down again because he was slippery. Our whole body is broken down, and Sania struggles and quickly gets up and uses her strength. He became a very earthy person, and his silkworm was torn apart and buried in the soil.

We were even more scared of the night coming to Migu, and the stones were not noticeable, so our children were thin, and even some students went out to pick up the stones.

Brother, I still can't forget that time. That was the morning of the third day of last year. At that time, I was still going on a vocational exercise, and I received a telegram from my brother, 'The mother's small.' As the day went by, the sadness grew bigger, and at that time, I was just dumbfounded whether I was sad or sad. I stood far away as if dreaming, and left the boarding house with an indifferent attitude. When I think about it now, I think I was so surprised that my whole nerves were paralyzed. I left the boarding house like that and went out to Jongno, but gradually I came back to the boarding house and cried because I felt sad. I didn't know what to do when I received my brother's handwriting the day after receiving the telegram. 'How much do you cry when you receive the telegram? My mother is gone. My mother is gone for good. My mother called you dozens of times on her way. I didn't know my mother would go so easily. He said he had a headache and a lump in his chest for three days, lying down without eating food, and on the morning of the fourth day, he suddenly vomited blood and hit his chest and died calling you. I couldn't even write to you because you were in such a hurry. If I knew that, my brother, who was foolish to notify you in advance and let you see me on my deathbed, put the eternal regret of heaven and earth into your mother's heart.' After reading such a letter from my brother, I felt dizzy. I wanted to follow my mother's grave and say, "Mother, mother, kill this disobedient child," but I couldn't.

When I received my brother's telegram, I stood helplessly in the boarding house, feeling bitter or sad.

"On the other hand, on the other hand, where is the other half burning my heart?" "Gaya is an ugly girl!" he rushed in, stole the child, and swung into the main room. A child barks and cries. There's a sound of death in the background. My heart seemed to be torn as if the crying joint leaked from the tip of each bone. He couldn't take it any more, so he got up suddenly and circled around the room, and his eyes widened and crossed into the main room. Joo-ok's mother, who noticed, blocked it and stared at it. "I'm sorry…… Yes. Give me a baby. It's true." His eyes burned pitifully. Joo-ok's mother felt a kind of gwae and said, "What did you do wrong?" He was embarrassed to answer, so he finally treated her with tears. "Oh, look at that mouth." The mother-in-law, who stood around, winked and laughed. In this way, when their cruel interest was exhausted, they let the child go without mercy. He crossed into his room with the child in his arms, touched the spot where he was hit, and put his cheeks and cheeks face each other secretly. The child grinned as he met his eyes. There was a loud sound of the gate in the middle of the night. When I heard the scattered sound of shoes behind me, I heard the sound of "Nari is coming!" Pretty put the baby down far away and looked at him as a secret messenger. The open face of her husband, who came in half drunk, and the mother of Joo-ok, who came out of the main room. At first sight, his appearance was already gone.

Having lost the child, he said he was wrong because he couldn't take it anymore.

His single mother, who lost her husband at a young age, believed in him like heaven and sold laver in summer and barely lived on that day and that day by sewing in winter. The second was the fall of the year when he was 12 years old. From the beginning of the summer, his mother suffered from indigestion and continued to starve. However, one day when the season changed, he couldn't bear it, so he finally finished his work and came back home and lay down in a hurry. The little second child scratched the solgari and came into the room. "Oh my!" he always held the door open and called. His mother, whose eyes were completely turned off by reporting several days, finally opened her eyes and saw her son. The worn-out silkworm or a wooden drum with protruding heels made his head dizzy again. Touching his son's hand sitting next to him, he said, "You must be hungry. I can't eat because I'm sick, so eat cold rice, Ouch!" He sighed deeply and tears flowed down without even realizing it. "Yes." The second went out to the kitchen and shook, and came in with a bowl of Jobab Bari and soybean paste. He was brave and his rice wine was as thick as a log. He throws a spoon in the air, and when he hears his mother's answer, "Oh my, I'm full." "Come." He runs to his mother's side, abandoning the bowl, and snores as soon as he lies down. His mother couldn't breathe through her whole body, even if she was not in any sharp pain, and therefore had difficulty breathing. Later, I even had phlegm. The room was swirled with cold wind. The leaking moonlight clearly showed his son's face. With all his strength, he pulled $2 and covered his son with it.

The single mother, who barely lived by sewing for wages, continued to work even though she was starving due to indigestion.

As time goes by, first put it on hold, then...… What word do you use next? It was even more vague. "I love So-jin." The circle is this, but it is not bland again when used as it is. For example, if you write, "I love Sojin!" as if you're taking a bitter medicine (with your eyes closed), what else? It's hot or there's nothing to say. "Sojin loves me, too!" There is no doubt that it is right. But no one would have sat down with a trick like that. It seemed to be a different matter from the world-class candidate and love letter. Therefore, even our one or two families, who are confident in the literature of the first Nobel Prize in Joseon, spent 30 minutes for lunch and only said, "Sojin. I love Sojin. So-jin loves me, too." I was only troubled by these three lines of cyan. "Hwi-yu-woo!" Du-sik sighs long and raises his head quietly. It was frustrating that I had studied literature for 10 years because I thought it was not easy to write a love letter. Han Saeng-won, who was going out to Tteurak for lunch and getting plenty of sun, slowly returned to the correctional room. Doo-sik sat looking at one person as if he were out of his mind. "What's wrong with you?" "Geon..." When Han Saeng-won said this and looked at the frame $2, he was surprised by the rain, and covered the letter candle with his palm.

Han Doo-sik, who had spent his time until lunch, was troubled by only three lines of draft.

But there was another thing I knew that was round and big. It was a big pond called D in our countryside. It is said that the pond is ten miles around. So I said, "It's just the D-bang." The sister laughed and said it was much bigger. I couldn't say more, for I didn't see anything round, bigger than the D-squad. Then, due to the size of the month, Pilkyung went to her mother and asked her something. My mother was reading a storybook until then. When I asked my mother how big the moon was as if I were dissatisfied with my sister's words, she smiled and replied, "It's bigger than the eight provinces of Joseon." Now that I think about it, I don't know if the biggest thing that my mother knows was the eight provinces of Joseon. Of course, I didn't know what Joseon Paldo was like at that time. However, it was assumed that the round and large one was the eight islands of Joseon. At this time, when my mother asked me how big the moon was, she told me the story of the moon and the sun. My mother put the storybook in her hand on the floor and started talking. But the story was pretty much like this. In a mountain, a widow lived in poverty with three young children. Of course, I couldn't wear or eat fine clothes and delicious food. However, this widow had lived with great joy only for her young children to grow up. One autumn day, the mother went over the lamp to get food at the eldest son's house to feed her young child. The widow was not relieved to leave only young children at home, but she could not fill her hungry stomach, so she firmly cracked down on the door and went over to the eldest son's house.

I went to my mother and asked her how big the moon was, and she replied that it was bigger than the Joseon Paldo, and I didn't know what Joseon Paldo was at that time.

If not, it is a combination of the author's house and the book's house, or a combination of bodies, anyway, the cooperation between the two has not been achieved at all. While Gwonga has a foundation in rural areas, Seoga has a line in the direction of Yugwak or Bukji. ⎯Isn't it that these organs and shortcomings of each other harmonized to form a pair. Only one bookstore had a chance to stay at my disposal for some time before selling her. However, the authorities did not complain about the book family's behavior, and sometimes it was enough to increase the amount of money that would come to me by misleading such things. It was a relationship between these two lives. The relationship has been going on for two whole years, not a day or two. It was not unreasonable for Seo Sang-ho not to understand Kwon Myung-bo's words and actions now. However, to the question of the bookshelf asking like that, Kwon-ga replied in a blunt tone with a firm light. "There's nothing to say in detail. I'll take that child." With this word, I could roughly guess the inside story of the story from the determined expression on Kwon-ga's face. There was no doubt that Kwon-ga was trying to increase her share of the play, but even such doubts erased Kwon-ga's expression that changed so much. Seo-ga breathed something similar to a sigh, as if he were leading his upper body and face back. However, the fact that the upper body of the book family stepped back did not mean that he made concessions to the demands of the book family. Even his shiny face began to get rid of his rusty expression.

Gwonga, who has a ground in rural areas, and Seoga, who has a line in Yugwak or Bukji, have been in a relationship with each other's organs and shortcomings for two full years.

In a different sense from last night's appearance in the fairy of Gyeomipo, I also felt painfully that I was a small great man in front of Lee Choi-gun. Choi is my disciple and junior, even if he is 10 years younger than me, but he has a brightness to make detailed and sharp observations about the current situation and the world situation, and has accurate judgment to judge and conclude it clearly. When I put it there, I was a heavy fall. He was a dummy who broke several enemy warships, fired dozens of planes, killed hundreds, captured thousands, and followed the so-called "Abang Damage" announcement. I don't know how much power Choi has against the aggressor Japan, but even if it is extremely weak, it is often futile and absurd, so there is no expectation for achievement, but anyway, it was true that he was helping to liberate the nation. On the contrary, I taught young people in Joseon that it was right for Japan to invade and conquer Joseon, forbade them to speak Japanese, forced them to abandon Joseon and become Japanese, made them memorize Noseishi, a Gogoku god, and unable to call Tennoheikabansai. The idea of teaching and guiding young people in the Joseon Dynasty was that it was already called as an obstacle to the development of its contents in front of history, but it was my inertia, brave Jiabi, to be unable to stand up.

Even in front of my disciple and junior Choi, I felt deeply that I had nothing to do with myself.

Whether it was piled up at the end of Cheom-ah, when the snow was thick and fell to the ground, he obviously had to go home. If Ke-sook didn't call you out, you dirty girl! He might have spit like this inside and poked home like you did. I'll clean up the girl in Chinese characters. Hurry up and go. What's the trend? - Then, bye. See you again Yes, I went to Naechuhuru once, and when I spit out Moongtae like this, I asked him to come in quietly in Chinese characters and carefully picked up Geun-sik. He didn't even know how to shake the eyes off the bottom of his feet, and he lifted his frozen hands first. Did you dance outside? What, yes, he smiled satisfactorily and forgot all his anger, whether it was as bad as it was. He's a man, but why do you come here and lose? - That's right. There's no sense coach. - The girl said, "Jo Gom still liked it without hesitation." And he grins the lamp and smiles with aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Why is he lying like that! In the meantime, Geun-sik can't help but pay for it, even if he was caught by Moong-tae first. I thought you'd be hungry, too. How can you walk around when I hear he's such a fool! Why do you become a moron? I was caught mistaking someone else's girl, and I was beaten with a wooden needle all night. Yes, the arch was cut off, the vicar was broken, so you're walking around well! Allari star, Ildo! "There's nothing in the world that's not going to happen. I saw her, so why would you hit her like that?" Geun-sik said, "Oh, yeah, then I'm going to hit her right now!" But she was embarrassed and twisted, and she couldn't help but laugh.

He went home as soon as Ge-sook carefully picked him up, telling him to come in quietly.

My father is an extraordinary adult, but at least I was the only one who could not help it. "Anyway, then, the lady's prophecy is definitely true, right?" It was what the father said. Her sarcastic remarks were obvious, but rather than noticing that, Mrs. Hwang Joo was excited and said, "Oh, don't get it right." What am I doing that day?" It was a word with an origin. It was one day on the eve of April, when two people gathered for a long time due to the election. At sunset, on that day, I also had a father and I came back from school, and Mrs. Hwangju came to attend the meeting, and the election story of the election also took place. "Well, I'll cover it up and vote for Dr. Syngman Rhee." We have to vote for Dr. Rhee Syng-man and make him the president to save our sinner, right…… "At the same time, Mrs. Hwang Joo had to simply cover up and vote for Dr. Syngman Rhee as president. My father was dumbfounded, so he sat listening and said, "I knew this election was for the National Assembly, so it's for Dr. Syngman Rhee, right?" "Well, look at Inje Dugu. There's about 10 days left, so if you're a criminal in the south of 38, you can vote for Dr. Syngman Rhee up to 10 to 9, and you'll be elected president on the spot, so please do it." That evening, after Mrs. Hwangju went back from dinner, her father said to himself, "Huh! It's bad to know a little about it because it's called a half-breed woo-hwan." ……that kind of pressure, that kind of rice cake, that kind of thing. ……If I met a lion ghost like the manna during my illness, I won't be dragged away for an hour." He shook his head.

Mrs. Hwang Joo, who attended the meeting where my father and I were, said that Dr. Syngman Rhee should vote for the president.

As others say, boys and girls are brothers and sisters……, Where do you get it from and grow up like a brother and sister…… It was a poor situation that I didn't know for sure. You don't have to be a pro-Owner! Since I have no parents or brothers in this wide world, I only cried every night and swore to trust and live like my own sister and brother. With no parents and no hometown, the two children were nowhere to go. When I came to Joseon, went to China, or saw anyone anywhere, the two children were sad alone. Every time they saw a young boy and girl like them walking back, holding grandfathers, fathers and mothers by the wrists and having fun talking, when they saw a watchman who had changed his clothes, sat behind the music stand, and was scattered. 3. The spring of Joseon, a strange old man, and the spring of Seoul were beautiful. Boksakkot in Mangwon-ri outside, forsythia in Jangchungdan, and weeping willow in Cheongnyangni across the Seogang River. The people of Gokmadan, who say it is good everywhere they see it, went around in groups whenever they had time, and the two children, who can be called the kings of Gokmadan, had breakfast today and sat heavily in the empty seat of Gokmadan. The general manager and his wife were at the inn, others went out to see flowers, and two Chinese and Joseon people were lying down on a giant pile and taking a nap, and it wasn't until noon that everyone came back and the spectators began to flock.

The two children, who have no parents and no hometown, spent their nights vowing to trust each other and live like sisters with their own brothers and sisters, even if they were not their own brothers.

"You're so mean!" When I crossed the owner with my eyes glancing, I pushed Ah's white teeth and chewed rice, so there was a lot of aegyo in my left cheek. "Why try a drink! Alcohol is also art haha." "Hahaha." Everyone laughed along. "True alcohol is also an art!" The editor-in-chief, who was busy drinking over there, said tuk-tuk. "So the manager lined up three or four glasses in front of him! Hahaha." "Hahaha." "Hahaha." The whole group laughed while looking at the glass. It was sent back and forth by toast. "Did Mr. Lee open a tavern?" Go ahead and eat the namdu!" "Ha ha ha ha ha." The whole group laughed again. The women covered each other's mouths and giggled at this side and whispered. It was a time of treachery above and below. I listened to all the strange sounds I heard outside the window. At this moment, a faint silence of surprise flowed into the room. "Hmm, pick up a drink of rice!" The sound of the wind that seemed to sweep Samra Mansang all at once on the ground of Woowoo, and coming into the room where the untimely spring light melted, was very sad. Everyone still talks and drinks as if they realized something at the sound. "Father, lock the door! A beggar is coming in." All eyes glanced at Ah-si's face once at the sound of Ah-si, the hard owner. "Even healthy people do that!" He said to himself, as if to himself. "If you don't have anything to eat, your life is a waste," said the young man with a towering nose and oil, who sat on the owner's wife and ate only rice. There was a vision before the young man's.

There was a silence of surprise at the pathetic sound of asking for a drink outside the window.

In other words, going to a higher school seemed to have devoted his happiness to something forever, and as the examination date approached, the distance from Nam-soon gradually increased, and in front of him, he ran again with his dark mouth open. It had darkened the boy's heart just by thinking about it. Moreover, another thing that darkened the boy's heart in recent years was the appearance of the clumsy young man who frequently visited Namsoon. Inho did not know where and how the young man had rolled and what kind of relationship he had with Namsoon. For young people, when they have high-color hair, they put on oil and split it more neatly than women, but this young man doesn't know how to do it, just leaves it as blunt as it is, and his beard is always dark under his chin. The suit is worn out, but the color is old and the color is yellow, and the hat is a black fedora, and he wears it as if he had stayed at an old store for a long time, but one of them looks better than a finger. And the other thing is the Sakura club that was dragged around, not always held on to it. As if he cherished it the most, he drags it into the room when he visits Namsoon's house. Then, whatever he talked about, he kept caressing it with his hands.

The appearance of the clumsy young man, unknown where and how he rolled, darkened the boy's heart.

When it reaches seven points, the crowded hall suddenly becomes quiet. Everyone sat up and gathered tense eyes. The first was vocal music in order. A quiet young woman came out and sang in a faint voice, and my ears were tickling. Hagi was smaller than singing, and I felt sorry for the way she twisted her hands to her chest and her head was wide open, and I yawned long. I can't listen to vocal music unless I'm a strong person who likes it even if I like it or if I'm not a strong person in general music, I can't hear it because my ears are itchy. In addition to that, it is not too much for me to snore with my head behind the person's chair in front of me, which is also a woman's vocal music, piano solo, and women' I don't know how much I slept, but Hwang Chul next to me shook me to wake me up, so I looked up and knew that our musician appeared. The sheep who stood with the violin on calmly as a middle school uniform looks cute and cute. I couldn't resist the pester either, so I hit my palm three or four times with my eyes closed, but when I think about it carefully, I'm not the only one hitting when all the other companions are still. In addition, Hwang Chul hit the side and warned me, "It was going to end later ——," so I came to my senses. I was more interested in cheering than the violin and waited for it to end quickly. As soon as the performance was over, we began to slap our palms as if we were thirsty. I thought my palm wouldn't work even after hitting it like this, but when I say "Jaecheong!" on this side, I shout "Jaecheong! Jaecheong!" on that side.

When our musician appeared and played the violin in a cute manner, we clapped our hands as soon as the performance was over.

While Shim Cham-bong was sitting in a troublemaker for a long time, the hallway door opened, and Han Chi-gak came out with love, poking his teeth. Sitting irregularly in the middle of the room, they suddenly sit on their backs and backs down like waves. One Chigak sat obliquely next to the base stone and looked across Simchambong Peak, and threw a meaningless smile that was neither sympathy nor apology, saying, "I was very melted yesterday." Later, I was very distraught about how I drank "whiskey," but I couldn't remember coming home." At the end of that, Shim Cham-bong sat down and said, "I suddenly woke up from two bottles of beer that I was drunk...…" As words were about to pour out, a chigak winked and blocked Shim Cham-bong's words, saying in a meaningful tone, "Last night, Ambassador Ganghwa had the privilege of going to Shim Chang-bong again." In front of Shim Cham-bong's eyes, the restaurant I saw last night was a mess, and all complaints disappeared. Ahead of the sixth evening, Chigak said, "If it is revealed that he hit Shim Cham-bong at Myeongwolgwan the night before, it would not be very honorable for him, so he opened his mouth to stop talking about it last night and purposely sent Shim Cham-bong's heart." Han Chi-gak's "Ganghwa Ambassador" means that he will send Shim Cham-bong to Ilji-mae's house with the apology because he tore Ilji-mae's skirt the night before. Shim Cham-bong is not the first person to be caught in the countryside, and according to his words, a person who has withered in the hwaryu world for decades cannot understand the meaning of the word. Shim Cham-bong not only guessed that he had taken Iljimae's skirt as a "sahwa" but also guessed in advance that he would go to the restaurant by a reconciliation car, and is waiting for Chigak to be ordered.

Shim Cham-bong could not have understood the meaning of the word, so he assumed that he had taken the saga with him, and he even assumed that he would go to the restaurant by reconciliation, waiting for Han Chigak to order.

Sooner or later, Pilkyung collapsed, and they only took a step ahead of their fateMa couldn't help but be surprised by their sudden downfall. I was distressed when the story fell into Gye-soon's personal image, saying, "You have to find her manager quickly so that we can live our own lives or do whatever we want." I didn't want to get in touch with his work as much as I could, so I was just silent. "You can't do anything if you're old and stuck at home because you're in need...…" It was a pity. But no matter how much I sympathize with everything, what should I do about this. My heart, which had already been cold in the past, was not likely to boil anew now. However, it was unfortunate that the distance between the two was close the previous day, and it was only a mistake to know their present again. First, I hated the old woman, and again I looked even more miserable. "I'm so glad to see you after a long time!" His mother seemed to be trying to get any hint from me, who had come like a mother. But afraid to go deeper, I wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. Finally, he tried to stand up in a clear manner. Suddenly, the main door opened roughly, and a man suddenly stepped on the floor. He was a new man I had never seen before. The man, who seemed a little flushed, somehow stared at me for a long time. I had such a harsh gaze that I would have shifted my own gaze. He aimed at Gye-soon's mother and Gye-soon one after another with the same strong eyes, and later, he roughly said a couple of words to Gye-soon, poured them out, and went out in a bare-headed wind.

His mother, who seemed to get any hint, said she was glad to see me after a long time, but I couldn't wait to leave the place.

Young people wandering along the faint light of day in Jangchungdan Park, where the greenery is deepening, are distracted by the colorful lights thrown brightly at the cafe's Myeongwol and the song that attracts the hands of the female class. Chunja's purpose is not necessarily to take away men's money, but it has been more than a month's worth of people living on a low salary for a few days. It is an unexpected great discovery that there is such a big income behind playing around with men, Chun-ja thought. I began to think that it would be foolish if the crucian carp did not catch the fish, even though the money that was released from the man's pocket was the fishing rice to win the favor of the waitresses. Chun-ja's thoughts grew day by day, while men's weaknesses gradually became visible. They looked foolishly dazed at the face of the make-up lady, who had been distracted by a few glasses of cocktails, knocked down her lower lip and was dizzy like a night tea. Several young people rushed to the box seat on the second floor even before it was dark today. Even in the lower corner, the cries of young people looking for Chunja sometimes ring. Chun-ja, whose cafe Myung-wol has all the popularity in one body, could not only entertain her own table. Sometimes it's called Haruko-san, a phone call, and other waitresses call in and are dragged to the hands of this table. Next to Chunja's seat, four to five young men in suits were camped out and aiming for Chunja from the early evening.

Chun-ja, who carried all the popularity of the cafe Myeong-wol, looked foolishly at them looking at the make-up girl, and the men's weaknesses became increasingly visible.

Moreover, since the establishment of the seminary school in Jeongbang-dong, the elderly in Ohak-dong despised the seminary even more. "Since then, didn't the old people say that they would only learn theology?" The old people looked at each other's faces and laughed at each other like this, and then used their whiskers. In addition, he was very reluctant to say that it was a enlightened family even when he passed over the steep Moe Gyeon of Moorungjae or Malryeong and married their daughters or welcomed their daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law in Ohak-dong even had a big problem when she was mortaring (when she called the window she picked up from her family with a single nasal voice, rather than a decent daughter-in-law making a noise). Hakdo, Hakdo, look at Cheongsan over there. Old trees rotted and Yeongmok revived. It was a part of a scholar popular in cities and cities at that time. Incheon Bang Han Money sent his grandchild to marry him. I went to see my granddaughter that fall. His grandchild's poetry collection was the inspection of his province. It was about two hours away by the train, which was a civilization that passed 130 ri from Gol to 30 ri from Ohak-dong. When I went, I used a train because I had a lot of luggage because it was rice cake and other foods. When I came back, my son-in-law bought me a ticket, so I also came by train. In this way, Lee Han-money, who went on the path of about 100 ri in a blink of an eye and returned in a blink of an eye a few days later, forgot the numerical reason of about 100 ri and despised the distance of his granddaughter's residence.

After the establishment of the new school, the elderly in Ohak-dong despised the new school even more and avoided the enlightened family when they welcomed their daughters-in-law or married their daughters.

Yes, even on the wall, Changho was bending his body to the outside and watching with bated breath. The Qing Dynasty man did not know that the window was hiding on his head that could be reached immediately, but he entered a small barn around the corner of the wall and seemed to be squinting. I guess that's the back yard where Aha Sun-hee wrote a letter and threw it away... ….' Thinking about it, Chang-ho clearly believed that Soon-hee was in this house, so the thought of running in and saving Soon-hee burned. At that time, when a tall person who was in the toilet came out, I heard people talking again in the house and came out behind a couple of people. "I'm very scared of the bandwagon of a high-school girl...…." It was clearly the sound of a tall guy who came out of the toilet speaking awkwardly in Korean. "You just have to starve and dab it. What's the point of being hungry. Even adults surrender when they're hungry...…." It was clearly the voice of the female side, not the voice of the female side of the Qing Dynasty, but the voice of the female side of the Joseon Dynasty. Chang-ho thought of a letter from Soon-hee, thought that she was the first woman to twist Soon-hee in Jeong-dong, and wanted to follow her down the road to bite, kick, and pat her, but now he couldn't do it, so he just stood up and listened. "There are three days left to send it over there, so let it go whether you listen or not. All you have to do is send...…. And we need to get another baby...…." "Don't worry about getting it, just think about getting the money when you send it over there." "No problem, I'll take it well." She's very pretty, so I'll have to get more money……." They crawled back inside again, exchanging these amazing discussions.

Chang-ho, hiding above the head of the Qing Dynasty, thought that the place where he entered and peed was where the letter written by Soon-hee was thrown.

"Oh, my God! Do they sell this as briquettes? If you hold it, you'll wake up. Then raise the price of your shoes! Yeah, look at these thieves! Isn't it 70 hwan! If you double it, you're going to crush it like this! Are they going to close their eyes like this? The small man who went to King Yeomra gave cheap briquettes to the people without breaking them - I will!" It used to be a terrible curse. He also told me to die because he was dry after three years of the infectious disease. He said he could stand it for six hours, and those people said they knew how to grind it. The curse of the woman at the bindaetteok restaurant across the street was the creepiest. It was said that such bad guys should be seasoned and dipped in salt. He even cut off the wrist and hung it on the Jongno intersection as this hand was the hand of the man who deceived the coal, and even said that the grandchildren should deliver it. Bindaetteok restaurant is said to be severe, but there would have been no housewives who cursed at a coal seller. The girl next door was a real child. The voice came back. He was a child whose hair was glossy. The girl had already heard the child swearing several times. Only this girl whose father was digging coal would have been blamed for the coal seller. When the girl was angry, curses burst out. But every time I did, I put up withstood it. It was because it was swearing at my father. But even this girl started swearing. I couldn't blame the girl. Coal briquettes became more expensive every day, and the rate of breaking them every day increased. It was normal to change houses from house to house. Moreover, what was distributed did not even eat a lot of thoughts. People who live in other people's houses often avoided it by lying that they had no goods when asked to bring distributed briquettes. There was no way to know why they sold such broken briquettes. Moreover, it was even more so for the girl. The girl was only blaming her father. I was cursed and couldn't talk much because I thought my father was digging up such bad coal and sending it. Then one day, a neighbor's girl ran away. He didn't even steal his master's stuff. He took a hand on the owner's property and ran away with only his own clothes. Everyone felt strange. But only the girl seemed to know why he ran away.

There was no housewife who did not curse the coal seller as well as the curse of cutting the wrist of the bindaetteok restaurant, but only the girl whose father dug up coal did not curse.

We smiled at each other unexpectedly. I remembered smiling at each other years ago. Yeon-sil threw a horse. 'It's fun, isn't it?' 'It's annoying to live in the world.' "In a woman like a flower...…." "Let's come closer and talk like old times." Ko Chang-beom extended his hand. 'Making Myung-ae a big trouble.' 'What's wrong with this?' Chang-beom grabbed Yeon-sil by the collar. From collar to wrist, from wrist to shoulder...… Side by side with each other and behind them, hug your shoulders and puff your cheeks...… The door swung open as it was getting funny. It was Myeong-ae, the queen of this house, who appeared at the door as the man and woman sat apart in surprise. It seemed so unexpected to Myung-ae. I stood in a daze for a moment. The men and women who were separated from each other sat in silence because they had nothing to say. At last, anger exploded in Myeong-ae. "Hum." This was the first shout. The next few hours rushed in. I kicked my husband on the first foot. The next step was to set up Yeonsil. If Yeon-sil hadn't moved, of course, she would have been dumped. Yeonsil instinctively backed away. Because of that, Myung-ae, who kicked the air, collapsed on her buttocks. "You're even grooming this girl." It was evil. He grabbed Yeon-sil's hair as he rushed in. Here, the two women fought with each other by holding their hair together while swearing at each other for a long time. Myung-ae's husband disappeared where and when he avoided it. Until the servant of this house came in and managed to separate them, the two women continued to fight, tearing their clothes from each other, pulling their heads out, spilling out their nose, and breaking the most collections.

Yeon-sil and Myeong-ae continued to fight, holding their hair together and breaking the most collections.

Mahan, Jinhan, and Byeonhan's Samhan were based on agriculture because the land was relatively fertile in the plains. In addition, as the climate is mild, the physique of a person has become smaller and weaker for some time over the millennium. Most of the Changhae-guk was a mountainous area with narrow plains on the east coast, and soon the east coast was a sea, so his living was digging herbs and fishing, and his physique was naturally magnificent. There was a lot of business. In Changhae-guk, Yoo became a hereditary forestry officer and ruled the country, and in Korea, he sent herbs and animal skins to foreign countries and changed grains, and since the area is mountainous, there has been little foreign invasion. Meanwhile, in the west or on the land, the famous reign of Zhou was given. Later, in the late years of the Spring and Autumn Period, a person named Confucius was born and studied abroad, and the so-called Confucianism was not a big deal, but the era of Confucius was so dizzy that it was emphasized by contemplating the arts and systems of the old Zhou Dynasty. However, he became dizzy as he went down several hundred years to the Zhou Dynasty. As the power of the Empress weakened day by day, it achieved what was called the Spring and Autumn Period. At the beginning of this Spring and Autumn period, the number of empresses has already decreased to 120, so more than 900 empresses have already been eaten by other empresses. At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, it decreased and decreased, leaving only about a dozen large empires, but all other countries disappeared. Cheon Ja-jul was also chased by an orangutan and had no choice but to move the capital to Nakyang. This is called Dongju.

Samhan was a relatively plains area, so farming was the basis, and the climate was mild, so the human body was small, and Cheonghaeguk was a mountainous area, so the physique was strong.

When Yeon-sil spent a year in love with Yu-bong at a family hotel and came back to the human world to look around (even if it was only a short period of a year), Joseon's society also changed considerably. The number of writers has increased remarkably. After depositing himself in J's boarding house for about 10 days, when he got a room in a quiet old widow's house outside the castle and settled down, famous unknown writers stayed and visited Yeonsil. One day, after forty-five young literary scholars gathered at Yeonsil's salon (they called the floor of this house Salon) and chatted, a pale-faced friend in glasses visited Yeonsil. "Miss Yeon (they call Yeon-sil like this), why don't you organize a female literary club?" "Well," replied Yeon-sil, with a very decent smile on her face. The expression was obtained by discussing with the mirror recently. "Someone... There should be someone somewhere." In fact, Yeonsil does not know that there is a female writer other than herself due to a single point in the Mannokchong. The pale young man showed opposition to this Yeonsil's intention. "Why? Not a lot, but a few minutes." "Who?" "Don't you know Choi Myung-ae?" I'm the wife of Mr. Ko Chang-beom!" "Yes, I know." I know, but I've never heard of Choi Myung-ae being a literary man. Yeon-sil was surprised and couldn't help but ask back. 'Did you write anything?' 'Yes. Maybe...… You know." And I looked back at my fat friends around me. 'K, what did Choi Myung-ae write one day?' 'Right. Oh, no, it's not the first issue.' 'Really?' 'I'm sure it is.' "There are probably three or four pages long under the title of 'Hometown Aborigines should be Samsung'." "Yes, I also think about it. (Another young man was involved) It was well-written." "Of course, it's a visionary phrase, a guidance for women." There's another social gathering. Ms. Song Anna, I haven't seen her writing, but she's very eloquent. There's another one. Sir, sir... five or six people will be enough. First of all, if you manipulate it in just those few minutes and gradually join more, there will be a remainder left. Wouldn't it be regrettable if you stopped?" "Yes, it is." Advocate Miss Yeon and organize a women's literary society." Yeonsil listened to it with an interest. At the first moment, I thought that Choi Myung-ae and others would be writers without works, but in that sense, it was common for them to have no significant works. The reason why he doesn't have a work is because he didn't have such time or opportunity, not because he's never a writer. Anytime you have a chance, you'll get as many works as you want…… Yeonsil knows like this.

Yeon-sil was told by a pale-faced friend wearing glasses to organize a female literary club.

However, regretting that this realization was completely delusional, his genius intuition and pride insisted that he was still strictly distinguished from his surroundings. The poor illustration is due to a genius's worry. Isn't it an instant before you try to leap into genius that you are fried in hot air pressure, fighting flies, and being caught in anxiety and anguish. Not knowing what to draw and how to draw it, it was blocked in a doze for almost an hour, with the tip of the brush remaining on the charcoal paper, and the two eyes shining under the sighed and disorganized hair. During the half-hour period of the Paris hunt, editing time is constantly imminent, and he is unable to write a single stroke. It's been my habit several times these days. The art, which began to walk in a stuffy window, was unable to find its way easily and did not know how to express its sad strange romance, so it thinned out day and night while grinding its bones in dry inspiration and motivation. While wielding a fly swatter as if to vent his anger, only innocent bodies were stretched on the desk, and the charcoal paper was stuck on the fly swatter, which he hit vigorously while keeping the purity of the white paper until some time. The waiter, who was returning behind him, was handsomely slapped with a fly swatter, and his eyes turned as if he were unlucky in the sudden upheaval and appeared in front of him. "Mr. Ma, are you a ghost. "You're better than a fly." A sarcastic remark made me angry. The waiter, with a serious look on his face, listened to the adult with his duty.

I didn't know what to draw in the illustration, so the tip of the brush stayed on the charcoal paper for an hour.

"It's a formal form, right?"………… This time, he nodded a little to say yes. Being very hungry, he would take it out one by one and eat it all in an instant like a dog's eye, making only empty plates. When he came out on the street again, it was quite dark and the light of the lights came right into view. As soon as I came out to the front of the Chosun Bank and quickly arrived at the house by catching a tram, I was at the end of the floor where my eyes fell as soon as I entered the middle gate. Even if you look closely, there is no shoe shadow, let alone the shoes of the master, so you guessed it in advance, but your double eyelids rose in your eyes and you said in a clear voice, "Didn't you just come in?" shout like a bolt from the blue. "Yes, he didn't come in." Ahn Jam-ki, who was in the other room, unexpectedly answers and comes out to the end of the floor. "Hey, I've had dinner, so you can just eat... And if Nari comes in late at night, I'll go out in the morning and ask her that she didn't come in. Don't tell me that you've been there now, but make sure to ask me as soon as you arrive in the morning... I'll be late or I'll come in tomorrow. You know so well." After he left this word in the yard without coming up to the floor and disappeared outside the gate, Ahn Jam-gi remained alone again, and stood at the end of the floor and looked at the side of the gate, saying, "Hmph, the house looks good——." It seems like even you're playing around. "I feel good." He smiles with a meaningless smile and turns around. Walking for a long time on the dark night street, my mind seems to be in the air even more than during the day.

He caught a tram and hurriedly got home, saw that there were no Nari shoes at the end of the floor, and shouted like a thunderbolt at the fact that Nari did not return.

Three days later, I met Ok-yeop on the train and went up to Seoul. And he hid in a secluded house in Cheongjin-dong, came out during the day to meet his friends, and hid his traces in the house at night. Friends of the time, it was a question. Where does it disappear at night. There was a friend who met during the day and asked, or even a friend who followed. Such a trivial thing, at that time, was extremely pleasant and mysterious. I treated them with a strange and proud heart, like hiding precious things and secretly taking them out. Throughout my life, my life of hanging out in Gyeongju to Bulguksa Temple, Seokguram, and Naengcheon was the most poetic one. The month when I sat face to face in the stream and did laundry, or went to Janumet Village to buy chicken and eat it, and walked around holding his hand without any hesitation. The field of the race was a painting. It was an ordinary field without any quaintness, but somehow, it had a high appearance and dignity two thousand years ago. Sometimes, looking at the beautiful field, I even forgot the existence of the jade leaf next to me, thinking with my heart about the feats of our ancestors in the past. Moreover, for a while, I stayed at Bulguksa Temple, it made my mind run around even now. The sound of the old monk's call from the main hall even before it was bright, the rooftop covered with moss, and the tilting stairs, among these, the young people who sometimes peeked into our lives with extraordinary curiosity were even more flavorful. Moreover, one of the young men who had come by hand to Bulguksa Temple, more than blatant, trailed Okyeop, and when we left Bulguksa Temple, we stepped far behind him, and only returned when we took the train the next day. At the race, we were photographed. Okyeop was very reluctant to do it then.

Looking at the field of Gyeongju, which has a high appearance and dignity 2,000 years ago, I thought of the dignity of our ancestors in the past.

The reason why Cheongguk had such a strong lingering attachment to Joseon as he did to the palm-sized Joseon was to win the championship in the Far East, even though his original land was so large that he could not control it. Lee Hong-jang's political insight had something to offer. However, it was greed without a fountain for an old Qing Dynasty, which was worn out and could not control its body. The Cheongbyeong wiped out the rebels in Itaewon and Wangsimni. It killed more than 600 people, more than half of Jeon Su-hyo's, and captured more than 200 people. Many citizens were killed. During the two-day sweep, only two Qing soldiers suffered damage. On a snowy day, it was an easy act for the children at school to hunt rabbits. He enticed Daewongun to attend a banquet with Hwang Sa-rim, Cheonggun, and loaded him into the school army there, and took him to Tianjin on the Cheongguk warship Pyeongwonho, which is tied to Namyang Bay under the surveillance of Cheonggun. It was a giant that was nothing short of an arrest. Then, Ju Bok, Won Bo-ryeong, and Ma Geon-chung were interrogators to interrogate him for his rebellion. Daewon's answer was vague. During my reign, the military artillery of each spirit was required to be delivered in the month of the month after month. When Min Gyeom-ho took power, he was pushed back by 13 months to the present when the rebellion broke out. Isn't it natural for a soldier to complain. It was half a month short of Masok, a poor quality Tongmi, and a mixture of sand, so the soldiers gave their hands to the Ajeon and Gojigi. The fault lies with the Ajeon and the Gojigi, and Min Gyeom-ho should be responsible for it, and Min Gyeom-ho tried to arrest and execute the soldiers recklessly.

Lee Hong-jang's political insight that Cheongguk, who has a large land mass, has an obsession with Joseon, the size of a palm, is to win the championship in the Far East had something to offer.

As soon as it was bright, the pretty rose. As soon as he opened the door, his mother. "Why are you up already? You must be tired." He went out to the kitchen without answering and left the front and rear gates wide open. The fresh wind cleared his mind. A dark pine field blocked his way as he gazed at the gradually leaking sky. The pine field, which was scary even at dawn yesterday, looked tearful at this moment. Without knowing it, he took a long sigh and went under the chestnut tree. It fell more than yesterday. Tears trickled down as he opened his skirt helplessly and began to pick up two pills at a time. He came into the kitchen without picking up the chestnuts. When the door rang, my mother came out. "Daddy wants you in." His heart ached. Pretty was bending her head and drawing only the kitchen floor with a wooden skewer. His mother, who saw this, also thought that she had already heard it. "Go on in, why are you drawing, if you don't know……" Before my foot fell, I sobbed. I heard my father in the room. "Pretty, come in." Seeing the mother's daughter's crying sheep made my heart ache and said, "How can that be someone else's concubine? I don't know anything but my father's mother..."…' After thinking about this, tears covered my eyes. My pretty father came out to the kitchen, too. "Why are you crying, my daughter, because she's too happy? Hahaha... " He laughed out loud, and said, "Let's go in. Bob and your mother, let's do it, yeah." He stood close to pretty.

He went out to the kitchen, opened the front and rear gates wide, and looked at the sky, and the pine field, which had seemed scary the previous day, seemed affectionate at that moment.

- The ocean. Oh - Purple that ocean. How big, how holy. Look out of the temple, the sky or the sea, the sea that is hard to understand, the deep sea. But people here, they don't know the sea. The sea pretends to know, but people pretend not to know. Although he is loved by the sea, he does not know how to cry for him when the sea is angry and angry. Even if one hears the lullaby sung by the sea and knows how to strangle in a faint dream, one cannot answer in any word or sense when angry waves strike the rock, and when a loud cry, which is a strong cry, is heard in one's ears. I can't even look at the courage to do so. However, with the soft and humble heart of the people of the South and South countries, lukewarm and drowsy blood, light only flows lazily. People - why can't you be strong, don't you have scary and strong power. At least, you don't even have a tough and tough temper, why don't you know the end and the end is ripe. Gwi-young's mind, on the other hand, felt so lonely and lonely when various thoughts were entangled. Cold sweat flowed all over my body, and a strange cold energy passed by, and once it was oozing and cold. The steamer at the pier recedes. Uncoolly woo - woo, slowly leaving the pier, with a groaning and drooping sound. It seems that a great object of concern, holding a grudge, slowly cursing the earth, receding. The dark blue smoke, which poured out of the thick chimney, felt strange as if symbolizing something of this human life, which was moving in all directions.

Feeling lonely and lonely, Gwi-young looked at the steamer slowly leaving the pier.

At one time, there was a notice in Ohak-dong that the head of the county office was coming to inspect. The elderly in Ohak-dong, who are unconditional to government posts and power and embroider their heads, chose the cleanest house in their neighborhood, prepared full food, and waited for the inspiration of the secretary. The head of the department has arrived. However, the person who was assigned to the chief was the son of a certain family who was most admired by Jeongbang. The elderly in Ohak-dong couldn't help but look at the scene of the son sharing a seat and drinking with the old man in charge. "The merchant took office." This was nothing short of a wonder to them. "The merchant served as a government official." This one incident gave a great impulse to the elderly in Ohak-dong. And it caused changes in their way of life and their view of life. They only knew that government posts were now gone. But there was a person who served as a government official. Moreover, the person who served in the government post was the child of Jeongbangjong, who had not yet been regarded as a person. Then how did the servant's child take office? One answer rang out to them. It used to be called 'because of theological studies'. It was never because they were not interested in government posts that they gave up on being government posts and taught their children farming. There was a heart in the government post. However, no matter how well-educated he was, he believed that Joseon people did not have a way to become a government official. However, there is also a Joseon person who served as a government official here. Moreover, a man of honor served in the government. And it was purely because of the theology.

A notice was received in Ohak-dong that the county office's secretary-general would visit, and the elderly in Ohak-dong prepared full food and waited for the secretary-general's inspiration.

'What does the police do?' 'What?' 'Why do the police leave him alone?' 'No one knew where he was hiding.' "Mordan - The police pay confidential expenses a year -." Ah, I guessed that there would be nothing else to buy from my father except anger, according to his personality. Isn't it highly speculated that a specific solution will not be obtained from a father who has ruled a person but has not been ruled and has spent his life as a leader in relationships and politics from an early age. Chandu begged his father to get rid of his anger. My father explained the scary organization called the LC Party. And he emphasized that it would be difficult to prevent it with a serious means as long as Kim So-chun, the son of Kim Bong-deok, wrote there. And there was one more thing I wanted to say, but it couldn't bear to open its mouth. It is not something else, but that the father quietly meets Kim So-chun and asks for understanding - that is, that the father apologizes to Kim So-chun and passes through this persecution - this must be said, but I couldn't say it. Not only that, but to say that. I will only live my father's anger, but my father will never say yes. When he stepped back from his father's room, Chandu actually wanted to cry. I couldn't figure out what to do. Now, even though he knew about persecution in his family, there was no way to prevent it.

When his father met Kim So-chun and apologized, he asked him to pass the persecution, but he couldn't because he couldn't speak.

"Tsk! It'll get better!" "Please, I hope you get better soon!" Wait, while Ahn Hae was interrupting, he took out the fruit and gave it to the girl, and this time we talked among ourselves. Ahn Hae asked about how much he received, how much he paid for his meal, what he did for work, and who was with his parents in the house, and the girl answered. In the meantime, I sat with Anhae holding an apple and tangerine in my hand to give the girl's father, looking only at the cocktails that were dozing with your peace. "Yeah, you're all better now, aren't you?" Soon, Anhae asked the girl again. 'Are you going to the factory again?' 'No!' I suddenly looked back. Until then, the girl is shaking her head. Anhae smiled, "Why?" "You don't want to?" "Work?" "I can't stay because I want to buy a house!" "Oh!" And a little later, as if to tell you, "Yes, I thought well!" "I'm asking you to come again...…" "You learned how to soap and make a living in Korea, huh?…" 'I'm all better, aren't I?' 'Dear.' 'Earlier, get married to John Deru?' '...…" Still, she is a girl, so she turns her head away shyly when it comes to poetry. "Now, fourteen? Five years old?" "I'm fourteen years old." "So, three or four years later, you're going to lock me up in a marriage?" Don't you think so?" "...…" "I'm so nervous that I'm getting better. Jooh is getting married, huh?" "...…" 'Huh?' 'Darling.' 'Okay!' I laughed even if I didn't, the girl laughed, and I was laughing from the beginning.

While the girl answered the story Anhae asked, I was only watching her dozing with peace.

Perhaps because of lying down with his head in the corner of Wonak, a mosquito bites the scenery and lands on the cheek. Without knowing it, he gritted his cheek once and opened his eyes. As Pa-gum tries to put his palm on it, the shape of the man is almost nowhere to go, and a blood as big as mulberry is flying. He rubbed it against his muddy pants as if he had washed away anything dirty, and put his hand back in the armpit. The dollar plan is very bright than before. Even if it's bright, it's not just this bright, but it's very noisy and sloppy, so it's bright so there's no place to put it on. He leaned closer to the wall and closed his eyes again. And then (whatever's wrong, whatever's frozen, anyway, we're going to grab the all-ant and solve it anyway) I've been repeating this idea for a long time. No matter how much he was doing this, something bit off the sheep in the S-chuksa Temple below him, and he was refreshed. If you look closely, you'll bite off your favorite tree until it's very hollow. Jeong-rae sat next to him and asked why he was doing this, and the criminal bit him. There is no one who can destroy a key tree in this shape. He's so cruel that he stands there for a while, and he's so tall that he's usually very colorful and tall, so he's just stupid, and he's now staring at him like a lost man - his eyes are bleeding with his teeth open. It would take two hours to go down to the city and bring a doctor, and even if this guy had an order to kill him until then, he couldn't hope for it, Sungjae would be sad and full of energy.

Perhaps because of lying down in the corner, a mosquito falls on the cheek and grinds its cheek without knowing it, and a lump of mulberry blood spreads on the palm of its hand.

It's a joy that's hard to feel unless you're a person who's been wandering around for a long time living in a rented house, and finally has a house after suffering and sorrow It was satisfaction and relief. A house without a fence was lifted first, and two things were touched one by one by one. I touched it with care. The most urgent thing was the fence. With great grace, I saved the bazaar and surrounded it with your ears. It also has a board door. The house was much sped up by the fence. The Ongdang well in Ulan was dug deeper, the earth pipe was buried, and the floor was hardened with cement. A new toilet was built in the back. I put on a window by making a clean wallpaper and fixing the door. I also made and attached the brim. The yard was chosen, the flowerbed was buried, and the empty lot was dug out of the fence to plant chama. After all the trimming, the size of the house was poor, but the house was still quite house-shaped. When I looked around, I suddenly smiled. He was beginning to grow attached. However, within two months, the joy, relief, and satisfaction of living in my own house with my own house were swept away. As expected, I had no luck to live with my own house because I named even a humble five-mak-sal. It was a water that was said to have been more than the annual water. The stream in front overflowed and overflowed three times. Water rushed into the house all three times. Then, the foot family house seemed to collapse, to be swept away. I had to clean up the furniture and evacuate every time after time. However, it was repeatedly flooded, and miraculously, the house was safe. But it was a shameless warrior. Whenever the water overflowed, the vacant lot in front of the house was dug hundreds of pyeong and ran away, destroying the floor on which the house relied. When I first saw the water overflowing and falling out, it fell to the head of the Chaema field. The second time, it fell close under the fence.

live in a rented house for a long time Finally, my house was prepared, fenced with a bazaar, built a new toilet, and dug deeper into Ongdang Well.

At first, he didn't know, then he took it lightly with mistakes, then corrected it, and then he scolded it, and at the end, he criticized it for being ignorant, and even laughed loudly to shame it. In other words, Yu-bong lost interest in Yeon-sil, so the flaw was visible and the insignificant flaw was very large. Yeon-sil's mind changed as well as Yoo-bong's mind changed like this. Yu Bong's attitude gradually became like an ignorant person. He's a very noble man at first. Yu Bong, who was elegant and elegant, gradually became rough and yellow as the days went by. At first, the attitude that was like a knight protecting the queen gradually disappeared, and when his crude nature was revealed, even his generosity disappeared. He gradually avoided discussing literature about Yeon-sil. This may be due to the discovery of Yeon-sil's skills that Yeon-sil could not understand well, but we discussed stories that Yeon-sil could understand among ourselves, but the work directed at Yeon-sil decreased. Of course, there are fewer and fewer materials for cultural relationships, no attempts, no moon, no stars, no flowers...… Yeon-sil feels like she knows it as a "literary impression" and her emotions have decreased as if she were being washed away. It was natural for Yeon-sil to gradually become estranged from this non-literary Yu-bong. After three, four months, six months, and ten months, they became strange to each other, and they faced each other with extreme hatred and extreme ostracism.

As Yoo Bong-i, who was graceful, gradually changed, Yeonsil's mind changed, and ten months later, they treated each other with rejection.

Brother, so I got another job that I had been looking for before. I was going to go here and there to curry favor, get an introduction, and talk to any newspaper reporter. However, without a sign of graduation and a strong background, I couldn't help but fail. At that time, there were not as many newspaper reporters as there are now, so I saw some people bribing a newspaper, magazine president, and editor-in-chief. How am I supposed to step on it without a bribe in such a situation? Moreover, if you can afford to bribe me then and then, I will eat it. I hated, hated, hated, and wanted to destroy this world when I saw the inside story of a newspaper called the so-called public air spokesman. Later, he criticized the scandal of the newspaper and magazine alone, but said, "It's all my fault. If I have any good knowledge, the swing will find it before I try.Let's clean it up first." I blamed everything on my ignorance, and I tried to clean it up. But also the problem is to improve the learning process. What's the use of learning? After spending my time like this, I decided to abandon everything and go back to the countryside. However, it was also a fantasy when I thought of my power, which had not a single pyeong of land and could not be farmed even if I went to the rural area. I thought, "Oh, I'm going to wear a bucket anywhere!" but I just said that I should exercise again as a newspaper reporter in the hope that the vanity and face left in the corner of my heart will not be allowed to do so quickly. After spending a year like this, I was scolded by my mother.

I've seen someone bribing a newspaper, magazine president, and editor-in-chief, and when I saw this scandal, I hated and hated the world and wanted to break it down.

Seobun raises the pestle again and pounded the rice with a thud as if he was trying to stir up the strange emotions in his heart. Along with the sound of this pestle, the laughter of In-sook and Ahn's wife can be heard from the main room. "No way I did it," is In-sook's voice, shaking off her laughter and wrapping up the story again. "Hagi must have already become the inspector of our Myungja's father, but because of our Inho, he became a commissioner well over a year after the exam." When Inho stopped by Sambat's house and left for Wonsan at night, our Myeongja father was here. At that time, he passed the Gyeongbu test and went out as the head of the judiciary, but it was a living tool, and my brother-in-law was a countryman, so he made unnecessary lies, and things were increasing...… So only my father was cursed to die because he got stuck in a bird. Above, I knew that our In-ho came home, so I'll let my brother-in-law be safe, honey. The crime of concealing the criminal is not established," and the manager's wife did not lose and said, "No, it consists of perjury." In-sook thanked only for responding, so she had no time to think about what perjury was like, "That's why I said it. Yes, it's been a year and a half, so I became a commissioner only after my doubts were resolved." Seobun tried hard not to listen to the story, but he couldn't help it because he kept hearing In-sook's words. After closing his eyes in the shape of a crazy person and making a mortar, he/she is sweating, but he/she is talking about the scenery of his/her village as he/she listens quietly and seems to have changed the topic. So Seobun put down the pestle, put one leg next to the stove, and stared blankly in front of the garden. In front of the courtyard and the hugan over there, Bokson, Myeongja, and another child were facing each other and making some jokes.

Seo-bun was concentrating on mortar not to listen to the sound of Ahn's wife and In-sook talking from the main room, but he couldn't help it because he kept hearing In-sook's words.

When a desperate friend came to me lightly, I couldn't help but hesitate to bet a cup of sunset boat. He went on a cruise with his friend to find alcohol, good weather, and winners, and this was the case that all or most of them disappeared at once from this father. My father enjoyed the life of singing because he went on a cruise with his friend to find alcohol, good harvest, and winners. And when it disappeared, my father lost his comfort and joy. The family's livelihood is falling asleep day by day, and the end is in sight...… I lost all my friends, alcohol, Pungwoldo Island, and sightseeing in search of Seungji, so I lost all the fun of living in the world…… My father was so-called Ang-Bul-Rak. My father said that everything big and small in the world has a direct interest in you, and that nothing is just or natural, that everyone is wrong, and that it is against reason. Regardless of who you know or who you don't know, there was nothing that didn't suit or offend anyone else's mind or say. That's why he complains It was a complaint. This vindictive review, this complaints and complaints, but the resentment of not being able to call anyone It was complaints and discontent. It was a father who was already narrow and sarcastic in nature. In addition, it was only natural that the downfall and dissatisfaction caused by external causes that were not already considered your fault, and the resentment and dissatisfaction that came from infidelity—but the resentment and dissatisfaction that had no way of solving or object to call, the front building, bomeae, and sarcastic initiative would become more serious.

My father enjoyed the life of singing by going on a cruise in search of winners of alcohol and Pungwol, but lost joy and comfort when they disappeared.

"You little musician. Don't be disappointed if you think I'm a complete musician." "You didn't beg for the name of the music when you first seduced me. How surprised I was when I got a call to listen to Tosca." Jun-bo smiled and laughed along with the thread, and it seemed that his heart was relieved by the smile. Perhaps from the dormitory of the girls' school, the sound of the piano suddenly came to me as if it were the half-owner of the two's emotions that were clearing up as it was to match the harmony of the moment. The distance of the body, like the distance of the mind, was as close as possible by the power of the night. Jun-bo was embarrassed by the unexpected news and was filled with thoughts for half a day when he received a call from Shil to hear the new version of the opera, such as Tosca, Laboem, and Madame Butterfly. Until then, Junbo, who had only kept his soft and bright impression in his heart three or four times, suddenly rose a bold right angle and it dominated his mind. It's all right to make a phone call. The fact that it was a mistake to set fire to the two's prepared emotions resulted in encouraging Junbo, who was a little naive. In a corner of a tea house run by Sil's brother, the two were not listening to the new edition of the opera that night, but were distracted by the story far from music. "You were surprised that I called you later. My colleagues don't say anything. I didn't know if it was because it was a school, but I felt uncomfortable to call. I didn't think you were afraid of a woman coming forward first." "I was happy. They called me something I couldn't call first. Of course, I'm surprised." "Maybe you didn't come down to the store once or twice like that. I've been waiting for you secretly. It's been over a month since I saw you. I was just wondering if you'd call me first.That's why Tokyo is late.

On the day he received a call from the room asking if he would come to listen to the new edition of the opera, Jun-bo was embarrassed and his head was filled with the thought, which resulted in encouraging Jun-bo.

It was the day that Hyung-chul's four family members left for Manchuria. The heavy snow that fell last night turned the whole world white. The snow on the branches drips. The sun, which rises high in the eastern sky, reflects its light on the snow, giving off a brilliant glow as if stabbing human eyes. A pair of crows looking for food on the hill over there fly to the mountain in front. It is a hundred and thirty miles by land to the Songcheonseo diplomatic station. Only at that station do you get on the train. Therefore, they left there by right car. Leaving during the day was shameful, so I made everything ready to leave that night. There are two woo-cha, and one car is equipped with some furniture, and the other car is made into a house shape by surrounding it with dead leaves for people to ride. Hyung-chul's chest, standing there staring at it in the front yard, is bitter. At that time, Hye-kyung's face glances past her head. The beautiful Gangsan Mountain and the affectionate local area in front of you are also very low to this day. Hyeong-cheol rides a mandolin and looks at the red new feet immersed in Seosan. Black smoke curls up from the chimney of Omaksal, buried in white snow. The four families of Hyungcheol, who were loaded in the wocha, passed by the tree branches standing on the side of the road, screaming backwards and forwards with two stems of wheel marks on the snow with the wocha in front of them, so snow is called smoke. The amnesty is hopeless. Only the windows of the house are red and visible here and there. A cold star shining in the black sky...… One of them disappears with a long tail. At that time, the sound of a barking dog that sounds far away is even more sad.

Hyeong-cheol's four family members got ready to leave for Manchuria and loaded themselves into a wagon that night.

"Hey, look at this wild thing. Earlier, Kang Dae-dae came and sent the money as soon as possible because the child was sick or dead, but he sent it back without opening the letter, so he suddenly had something to do. It's something I don't know at all," he says, listening only to some of the facts. The people in the audience do not believe Han Chigak's words as they are, but they have forgotten their existence in front of Han Chigak, so many people cannot help but respond to the taste of their master Han Chigak. 'Well, what's wrong with that?' 'Is he crazy?' 'No, he's doing such a bad thing sometimes.' 'Isn't his nickname a perch in the North Sea?' 'Isn't he a very bland man?' He's flattering one's irresponsible unkind words. One Chigak was proud and said, "He will return the money as it is and later he will blame others." What a strange person. Who's afraid if you get everything wrong. I'm surprised at my way to go. It's a big deal." Han Chi-gak only shows off his commercial means. However, since it is not the first time they hear a piece of false propaganda, many people are thinking about the reason why the letter came back. No. 33 Susanno Han Seung-ji said, "In a dark blue night, when the light of the sun shines on a bright world, I end the day in a gloomy bedroom, overslept, and when the light begins to flash, I move my body and leave the collapsed gate. Just as bats fly out of a dark corner on a summer day in the dusk, she leaves her antique house full of tiled rock clothes and moves to a country where gracious women laugh cheap. If there are only people in this world who have simple lives, such as Han Chi-gak, there is no need to put their heads together and set up complex facilities. However, if there is only a woman, and then there is a little alcohol that sells women, it is nothing. While continuing to live close to these animals, several people around him gradually spat into his life and turned around.

Han Chigak, who had a simple life, left the antique house and left for a country where the ladies laughed cheap.

It was very simple and obvious, so it was no different from smoking a cigarette. At first, I bought a house in Wondong and I didn't like it, so I sold it for three months. It was unexpected, but I received 1,000 won more than the price of the mountain. When I bought a comment house and saw it, it was too big, so I didn't use it after putting the notice in between, but I sold it separately at Choi Saeng-won's recommendation, and the total price of the house was deducted from it. His wife, Kang, was so excited that she begged Park Ju-ju to be a housekeeper. A woman named Mrs. Lee Kang is as bright as a man's foresight, and has a strong fist, and in some cases, she is right, decisive, and clever...…the nickname of the ostentatious 'tiger' was not empty. As with Park Jusa, it was because Kang's wife controlled behind his back and sometimes stepped up and did activities. At first, Park Jusa rarely tried to listen. Then, I get sleepy and say, "Tsk!" Then where..." With this thought, I first bought an expensive house and roughly fixed it and sold it. There was a lot of money left in playfully. Then I tried it again, and again. Choi Saeng-won has also been looking for federal high prices by tasting them. If you buy it loosely and pretend to fix it a little bit, Choi Saeng-won will pick it up and sell it at the wrong price. They bought old large houses and demolished them all, and built so-called collective small houses, or they sold better and had more doors.

Park Jusa roughly fixed the high price and sold the collective small houses better, so there were more customers.

It was a dark night on the eve of Kim Yu-jeong. The sky was studded with stars. Thanks to this, the pine forest was barely faint. It is a gloomy and remote place even in the midst of a rough mountain. My heart flutters just by sticking to it. Tiger, mountain resort! Everything is quiet. Fall is already late, but the cold is hard. The dewy crotch flies and moistens its face. He cut the kkongbo barang, twisted it on the grass, and lay down. I shudder badly when I see again. My brother seems to have just crouched across from me. 'Seong-nim, start the Injeo!' 'It's still a long way to go, even if it's a little cold, it's Chamchamhae...…." In the dark, only the voice is loud, but it can only be heard quietly. It is as if the iron is beating and rustling after fixing the lotus. Kkongbo closed his eyes again with a hug and a shrimp sleep. The baby's clothes are wet and loose. The lower part of the lower part loses its touch as if it has gone. He stood up, yawned, and trembled. I can hear footsteps that have disappeared from somewhere. My eyes are rolling with a sudden awakening of consciousness. 'Do you know who came?' 'It must be the wind, don't tell me you know!' The enemy is relieved by the response like a request book. With my brother around me, there's nothing too tight to come by. I turned around, closing the collar of Jeoksam. A large, fierce rock rose like a piercing sky. On those shoulders, the lumpy guy looks like a black cloud. Then this time, such a rough head, which I don't know whether it's a dream or a tiger, appears in the air and looks around. All sides were surrounded by mountains like this.

Among the rugged mountains surrounded by mountains on all sides, an unknown rough head appears in the air and looks around, and the rock is like a dark cloud, making your heart flutter.

The cloudy sky, autumn rain begins to fall. Seo Bun-i was 25 years old and a young woman. At 17, he married a 30-year-old Maeng Sun-sa. The blind man had been wounded in the previous year. Seobun's temper was sharp, according to his slender appearance. She was the so-called nervous and desirable kind of woman. In addition to that, the temperament was also that of the elderly husband, who was the first step, and even though he was pampered, he made a fuss about his husband, and he was rude. The blind man accepts it well. Maeng Sun-sa was 38 years old. It was even cuter because a 13-year-old woman looked like a daughter. If the child and the girl were cute, the scar was not a scar, but the scar was also pretty. Maengsunsa is forty the day after tomorrow. By the time a man was forty years old, it was common for his emotional life to be softened by rotting inside, and his whole temper to be distorted. In addition to this age, Maeng Sun-sa was a person with a limited birthmark. In most cases, there was no such thing as a castle. I didn't know that I would bother to make my opinion or stubbornness to others. I didn't want to, and I didn't feel the need to. Therefore, disputes and conflicts with others rarely occurred. To put it nicely, it was Won-won, and to tell the truth, it was semi-pyeonhansesung, unprincipled, and incompetent. Anyway, no matter how bad the husband is, Bo-mae, and Anak are, no matter how bad she is, she rarely confronts him, raises her voice, and fights against him, but she wants to fight with energy. Even if I talked back, I just talked softly with a single face.

Maengsun-sa well accepted Seo Bun-yi's nervous personality, who married later at the age of 17.

The criminal's mother sneaks up. He looks out at the flat gate like a fool. Hak-beom sat down next to his mother and said, "Mom, I'm hungry. Yes, give me food!" "Why is he so angry?" Yes." He pushed the young one on his lap mercilessly. The young one went back and fell and banged his head on the ground. "Ugh! Mom-" "Grind your bones. It's your father's fault. Is it my fault?" He let go of the streets alone like this. However, when I saw Hakbeom crying after throwing his head on the ground, my heart seemed to be receiving electricity. He even forgot about his hunger for a moment. The son's hungry cry was so painful that he couldn't bear it. I wanted to draw blood and fill my son's stomach. However, considering what neither he nor I could do, there was another extremely harsh screening that he wanted to get rid of all the curses and branches so that he could not see them all. Even though I knew that my husband, who went out in the morning, was a beehive because the number did not rise until the sun went down, I felt resentful and disgusted with him. Kim Cheol-ho came into the door with an empty forklift on his back at dawn again. This is his daily routine since he came to the hut outside Gwanghuimun Gate. He put a forklift on his back, which was tightly attached to his stomach, and wrapped it up in the hope of getting luggage to the station, to a large guest house, and to Jongno. He doesn't pretend to know even a single person, even if he's sad.

When he saw Hakbeom crying, he even forgot about his hunger and felt a sense of silence.

Josin took the lead again. Josin knows how many valleys and caves there are in this mountain. He has climbed the mountain every day for the past few years to get medicine. Josin took the lead with confidence. The only thing to be careful about is not to go near the cave where Pyeongmok's body was abandoned. However, Josin was relieved about that. This is because oysters that abandoned flatwood are close to the neighborhood, so they have nothing to do with hunting deer or other large animals. Josin took his way in the direction of the plain tree away from the cave. The goal got deeper and the bushes got deeper. It's a terrifyingly quiet mountain. Josin stood in front, the guest walked next, and the Changguns followed. The eyes of the people were looking at the white snow to miss every footstep of the beast. I listened at the slightest sound. On the snow were the cute footprints of little bird beasts. However, the footprints of the large beast were not visible. After wandering for some time and searching several caves, he finally found a thick footprint clearly embedded on the snow on the hillside. Everyone held their breath. As if familiar with hunting, the customer still looked into the footprints and found out that it belonged to a deer and that it was a footprints that crossed the stream and climbed to the ridge, and from now on, I took the lead and climbed the slope as if Jo Shin's frontman was useless. Josin and Changguns followed suit. The guest stood at the ridge and examined the topography, and the pair of Changguns were divided from side to side, one to the west valley, and one to the east valley, and he/she took Josin and followed his/her footprints.

The footprints of the big beast were rarely seen, and finally found, and the customer noticed that they were the footprints of the deer.

Hanseong, who was abandoned by Janggun, has become a human waste that will never be danced again during his years of rolling around. He became a shabby human being who lived the day with a manuscript fee that was not worth paper by sending flirting with the vulgarity of Joseon. "Janggun and Hyunsoon - they were good targets." He sighed lightly. It was less than a year after Jang-gun, who was believed to be a rope, went to Hyun-soon. One jumped into the flames of vanity, and the other jumped into the flames with the same courage as the same passion. "Is Jang's tomb far from here? It was a cemetery, wasn't it?" he asked barely. "Yeah, are you going to go?" "I should go! I have no qualms about going, but can I go as it is?" Is it far from here? No, if it's far away, it's the end of the day. Let's go." "Why, it's only 20 minutes to Zokhai. On the way here, go and see our favorite reader. Because it's near the high school." A recommended this. "However, wouldn't it be rude to treat strangers in that mood when you go to Jang's tomb?" Han Sung even worried about this. "Well, I'd rather. Who knows. Would it be more depressing to see her than to find her grave…" "Why is that?" Han Sung seemed somehow heartbroken. "Why? Well, there's a reason. If you meet him, you'll never know…" "What does it all mean?" "Hahaha, do you want to know that much?" Hug A smiles once, looks hesitant, and laughs, "Who doesn't get depressed when they see such a beautiful woman?"

Hansung became a shabby human waste that was abandoned by the general and lived day by day on a manuscript fee that was not worth paper.

He looked at the couple alternately. "How can I...… You like it? She's about to die of luxury. The boy must have sat on his fingernails and splashed water instead of course. The old man saw a pretty mother. "What should I do?" "I don't know...… Anyway, let's go and listen to the details and think again. "It's sudden, so I know." The behavior suddenly happened. "Let's go." The old man woke up, stroking his small head. 'Why would you go like that?' 'Sure.' I looked down. He went out of the door and said, "Won, let's go. It doesn't matter if the farmer wants to take care of it." The old man followed without hesitation. The prettier the mother said that the further away their speech, the more the work appeared and disappeared in the shape of an activity picture. Tears streamed in his eyes before he knew it. Above all, it was a waste that her elderly husband spent all summer trying to put water on the rice paddies, such as a bot, without sleeping. When the rice ears were dug up, the old man fell down and cried. After crying for a long time, this time it was pretty, and the suit man I saw earlier looked distinct. "What if it's true?" he cried and called out to Ubang, "Pretty!" several times, but it was quiet. He also repeated his thoughts lying down next to the public. The enemy was late at night, so my husband came back. The smell of alcohol made me sick when I slumped next to me.

The mother shed tears because she felt sorry that her elderly husband was having a hard time putting water on the rice paddies without sleeping.

"Ice cream!" A ordered the waiter, and then took out a skewer of fancy cigarettes and asked. "Mr. A, do you eat cigarettes?" Jung-hee asked in surprise. "Yes, Jeong-hee yet?" "I'm embarrassed!" "Go ahead, it's good, so it's been a long time since we've met each other." Between the two, there was a long-time acquaintance with her. "Come on, grab some ice cream. By the way, are you married, Jung-hee?" Jung-hee laughed quietly without answering. "Yes, you haven't. If you didn't, don't even think about doing it later. It's so annoying." 'Did you do it?' 'I did.' Marriage is the grave of life." Jung-hee looked closely at A. A is a face, and even his thought was no different than before. His degree of absorbing knowledge in a magazine called "The World of Wives" was no different from before. "I'm thinking about getting divorced again and becoming single again. Everything is noisy and annoying...…." 'I'm thinking of getting married when I get back home.' 'Stop it. You'll inevitably regret it." "Why?" "Everything is noisy and rich." "Are you rich, too?" "Not rich." Jung-hee smiled and looked at A again. In addition, he did not understand that "freedom as a woman," which is not clear in meaning, in other words, "freedom as a woman," and found that it was nothing more than the seriousness of what he saw in magazines. "I think so. Free milk is the second problem, and marriage is the duty of a person." "What is it?" "Duty will be mixed with rich milk." "Jeong-hee has changed a lot." "It has changed, hasn't it?" Jung-hee took a sip of ice cream.

Jeong-hee was surprised to ask A if he was eating cigarettes, and between the two, a person whom she met for the first time in a long time was dating.