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The authority of the word, Kim Gyo-shin, seemed to be very rude because there was a case to make an agreement with a brother residing outside of a certain place, but it was inquired as follows. The news of my brother's return to Korea is waiting with joy, but it is also regrettable that it has been postponed again than the previous postcard, making it September. Once you have announced it, you know that you will have to do it even if it is "excluded from hundred difficulties," but what is your intention. If it's a loose end, I know it's better not to publish it. It is regrettable that Christian believers often say what they have announced because they are "sacrificing" of the Holy Spirit. That is, since they have decided to distinguish between the front and the back and make a promise with someone other than them, they will ask whether there is an angle to carry out what God promised. Only if you have such a determination can you dance on this side according to the rhythm. It is not without fear of how "disbelief" we are in when answering questions like this. However, this generation is forced to carry out this "disbelief" act. If you question a habitual liar who has no intention of carrying out the lie from the beginning, "Why didn't you do it as promised?" you laugh and pass it over, and it's like hitting the air, so anger can't be formed. When it comes to those who have been anxious and tried to implement it, but have not done it all, it is already a matter of questioning before making a book, which is also a human boss that can be forgiven even 70 times. But the problem is a third kind of human being. They are not often religious believers, but rather iron-faced people found in Christians. And the more the degree of faith is first-time, the more nonchalant it is. They say that abandoning what they have decided to do and blowing what they promised is a person who receives "sacrifice" while transporting with God by disregard, and that is why there is a "living faith" in it. Therefore, rather than repenting themselves, they want to pity the premature believers and people in the world who cannot breathe in such a transcendent world.

Among Christianity, the third kind of human being, which belongs to iron face and transcends calmness as the degree of faith is unprecedented, is the most problem, and they want to pity secular people rather than self-repentance.

The South Korean army abandoned Seoul and retreated. Seoul had turned red overnight. Hyuk finally saw the light on this red Seoul street. For the new world, Hyuk had a really spectacular activity. My mother was alive and my wife and children were all safe. In the guard, there were mountains of "the offerings of reactionaries." There was rice and clothes. There was a lot of money. Hyuk also shared it. Hyuk first joined the reactionary purge. I hated the killing because of his personality. Instead, Hyuk made a list of reactionaries of each cultural organization and reviewed them for about a dozen days. It was divided into ABCs. A was evil. B was supposed to avoid extreme punishment, but not interfere with his work. C was the kind that tried to capture but should not neglect surveillance for the time being. During this brilliant activity, Hyuk himself did not know. It was not until the end of the screening that he first knew. The attitude of the cultural people from the North was strange. I don't know where it is, but it seemed that my emotions didn't work. But that was for the first time, too. Ten days later, when he reached the stage of starting a new job, he discovered that there was a large barrier between South and North Korea. In addition, there were also Choi Seung-hee's direct faction in the Soviet Union, Kim Il-sung's direct faction, and Choi Seung-hee's direct faction, NUGUU, in the North Korean faction, and the undercurrent of the coastal faction, which was completely purged, was flowing. "It's not about hegemony! It's a job! Who works a lot - Hyuk criticized the same 'companions' like this, mocking them.

As the South Korean military gave up Seoul, Hyuk faced a new world in the streets of Seoul, which turned red overnight.

After that, he recovered with great care, but somehow his legs were weak and stretched as he had been ill, so he became suspicious and treated them in various ways. Later, he went up to Gyeongseong and went to the Governor-General's Clinic (Seoul National University Hospital. However, he continued to work on treatment for 10 years, buying an electric machine, and until he was 12, but he didn't get a full effect. In this way, his father's infinite sincerity went to waste, and the poor Byung-so, who became an eternal cripple, has lived a lonely life, never running freely from birth to this day, never playing happily with his companions, and rather being teased as a limp. However, the poor and poor body of the Buddha was eventually rooted and sprouted by the great musician who would make the world cry. When he was eight or nine years old, he was not only the best singer but also the most interested in other courses, so his father took care of it and got him a small piece of music, and in less than three days he played every evening, he began to compose songs he learned at school.

Poor Byung-so, who was only teased for his limp feet, has lived a lonely life as a cripple.

It is strange to be an animal among all things in the world of free species, and it is extremely difficult to be a human among the 10 million animals. If you become one of those strange and extreme animals and lose your freedom under oppression, you cannot keep the duty of the person given by heaven. If you are always a woman among men and are deprived of your freedom under oppression, you are not abandoning your rights. Honey, everyone, I dedicated my uncle in the old peace era, and now Shin Se-heon, who has become one of the poor people, comes. I came here today for Lee Mae-kyung's birthday with a wedding invitation, and Hong Guk-ran, Kang Geum-woon, and many other valuable wives were full, so I would like to say a few words. If it were before, what would you worry about if you were drunk and full at such a feast today, what era is this and what kind of people are our people? My words are similar to the speaking physique, but it is not something that our Gyujung women will never know. Thirty years ago, Japan's situation was even worse than Korea's, so those who said it was a crazy and evil man and called it a human being. The speech opened up and talked like a missionary church.

Na Sin-heon, who even offered his uncle during the Taepyeong period in the past, will speak a few words at the birthday of Lee Mae-kyung, who was full of Hong Guk-ran and other precious wives.

However, for them, there seems to be nothing on the other side of the current coal, except that the whole line of hope has endured toward the front. The one attached to the back is completely broken, and only one barrel in front of it seems to be big and substantial. However, behind us, it seems that there is a line of colored stones between the steamer to launch the pier and the bridge, and the thread of mussel clams is stuck on the rock. If there are no lines that have endured in the future, it is very thin and weak, and the lines behind them are numerous and colorful, and the lines are stubborn. If, for example, we have a conscription order today, we will say. I have to go to my hometown to support my old mother by selling my dead father, living in Seoul for my children's education and employment campaign, and I will serve in the military only after solving love problems, divorce problems, and livelihood concerns. One of the things the Bible hates the most is war. However, when it comes to soldiers and military horses, it is rather bad to use them as materials for good lessons. Jesus praised that "I have never met such a faith among Israelis," saying, "Most of the time, I am under the command of others and I have a soldier below me. If you tell me to go, I will come, and if my servant tells me to do so, I will do it." (Matthew 8.9). Blessed are those who have never obeyed the command in human life. In this way, realizing that the tears of repentance are dark in the complex heart, he commemorates the train of young and simple unmanned people with great respect (003.10th [流]) (April 1934).

For them, it seems that there is nothing hanging on the other side other than the line of hope facing the front, but the one hanging on the back is broken and only the line hanging in front seems to be big and true.

He was such a fool, so it couldn't be scary or difficult at all, so I started learning and reading the so-called study of writing, but it was a joke in the first place, so when I got tired of it, I ran out to play other pranks, and the teacher said something wrong, and ran to the old lady who didn't curse me…… In this way, rather than studying, I managed to pass the first year for imitation and play, but at the same time, I did not take off the Heavenly Sonja and Dongmong Seon-sik and another thing. Then, in the spring of the following year, I entered the Ilbyeon Common School, and since then, the pressure of study and the crackdown of teachers and adults were gradually heavy and strict, making it difficult to devote myself to my pampering. After another year, I couldn't stand it because I really didn't want to study English. It's dark in the morning, so you have to read until it's morning and half time to go to school, and when you come back from school, you have to sit in a writing room without playing for a moment until sunset, and after dinner, you have to do it until the chicken cries...… I was so sleepy that my eyes closed because I was sleepy, and it was a pity that I couldn't dare to say that it would taste like honey if I had fallen down and slept like that way! Every day, endless days, repeat it, but there are days when there are no Sundays, festivals, or none, but I have to read all day because I don't go to school, so I'm more depressed, there's no vacation except for Chuseok and New Year's Day…… So, I felt so pressured that I couldn't relax, and I was worried about my constant heat, so I was studying at the writing room. In other words, I would have been happy to play with my mind for one more day because the teacher came late.

After another year, I hated studying at the writing room, so I was naturally happy that the teacher came slowly and played as much as I could for one more day.

The moon of the mountain, "Dokhyangcheom-myeon and Gakraeban Sangwol," lied down under the alumni using the sound of the stream as a pillow. Like a shy baby, tilting like a shy baby and looking through the clouds, pretty moonlight...…. As if "Hwaganil Australia's Poisonous Dance Award-winning Geobae Yomyeong Wol Sangseong Samin (Hwaganil 酌酒壺親獨邀關盃擧間關人성)三이라인成"盃(明邀ᆻ으면한호아니하다있어하는듯이독거없지잔친), there is a quiet feeling of wanting a drink. Perhaps nature belongs to nature. The beautiful moonlight has the scenery of nature, so it is said that nature has a little artificial flavor, even if it is the person in charge of it, but it is a total morpheme It would be a sin. Who would do anything dirty with the blue sky of the river and the clear moon of the mountains. I will just leave it as it is, write it, and listen. How can you say that the moon is cool when you are drunk on the meat smell and piled up in oil in a multi-story building of "Concrete" steel bars. The world changes only in the middle of the night from time to time, and the brightness of the bright moon seems to be cut out. By the time of the demonstration, the youth of the capital gate mobilized all of them, dancing to enthusiastic jazz, and sweating, but what is the impression of the moon. There may be some of the charm of Neon Sign rattling the Glass Cup on the blinding street, but there is probably no way to find the deep scenery of reciting old memories on the cleaning bowl. He tried to learn the sophisticated techniques of material civilization, but the black smoke screen of anxiety covered even the elegant luck of an Asian natural, and he forgot his own training by meditating and considering it.

Nature is nature's, and if there is any artificial flavor, it will be obscene and sinful, so I will just leave it as it is and listen to it.

There are many stars on the side of the sky and there are many stars in my heart. Listening to the continuous flow, Eumjeon shouted, "Is it raining for a long time?" "Oh! There's a musical note." A welcome voice that came across. Eumjeon ran fast. Olavi is already over the hill. It was an orabi after walking 70 miles back and forth, but there was no sign of fatigue, and he shook it as if he were looking at a bundle of newspapers he wrapped and heard. "How cold was it? Isn't it heavy?" Eumjeon, who accepted Janggam, hurriedly returned home standing in front of Olaviya. Then he dragged the rope busily to enter the room. A pair of rubber shoes, which were held together, are held in a newspaper and suppressed. And there's a red artificial dog with a bamboo shoot in it. Eumjeon was more noticeable in rubber shoes with pink flowers on a blue background than danggi. My mouth opened unknowingly. When I tried on such shoes once, I couldn't help but be glad to think that I would really try them on. I thought, "Is it right? Why? I went there because I didn't want to fit," and I just wore it with my neck legs (worn) in a hurry. It hits like a picture. "How much do you hold?" "Flower blossoms fell on the old nang." "Again?" "No credit to the two nang." Olavi replied with a big help. There's something else I have to say. My mother glanced at my mother as if she was distancing herself and went out to the kitchen to finish the dishes? Grkeogu, whatever there was left, so take it with me!" The librarian takes out a persimmon of Park Ga-bun from the pocket of the black sheep vest that he just wore on the spot and throws a pitch on his knee.

Eumjeon, who accepted Janggam from Orabi, returned home busily, and when Orabi loosened the string of Janggam, a rubber shoe was seen.

As in Cheongju, trying a failed gold mine was an opportunity to suppress some knowledge of the field. In "The Passion of Gold," Boring, Chae Geum-seok, and other gold mines were income up to nine out of ten, and the episodes of "Children's Landscape" and "Baekgoongwon" could be said to be our own. Prior to "Gold Passion," "near the station" was truly pathetic only for the gold mining scene. It was a late autumn one year four or five years ago. When I went to Gwangju on business, my friend Nam-joo took me to his own gold mine in a nearby place called Via and showed me the site of excavation work, which was the first time in my life. I can't forget the time table, but I didn't know how amazing it was to dig a small six-to-seven pyeong of water on the edge of the dry embankment, wash the gravel-mixed soil on the floor, and connect it to Hamji. Based on this very simple field trip, the scene of a large-scale gold mining operation was treated in the work "near the station." After that, it was revised extensively with the scrap of Haejak, but I didn't have a chance to publish it, and anyway, even if a reader takes it up and slaps me in the face around the time, it should be well received. As for the gold, anyway, the stone is still in the dark, although the city has barely known.

For the first time in his life, he followed his friend Nam Joo to see the excavation work site of Sageumgwang.

Two contradictory ideas arose in his head. 'Mine.' The love for a true child happened to the blood clot. 'Because of this...….' He had an infinite hatred for the blood. 'This is also the Baron's, because of this...….' By the reflex of these two thoughts, he clenched his blood clenched firmly. There was hate and love. He wanted to chew up the blood. There was hate and love. He lay down holding it. I was too tired to sit down. Lying down, he had a couple of other thoughts in his head. This also ended for a short time and I fell asleep. After a few pennies of sleep had slipped past him, he opened his eyes and muttered unconsciously. "Twenty years of specimen life!" At the next moment, an unusual thought came to his mind. 'The sorrow of the weak!' he thought, 'it is the best saying in heaven.' He wanted to write a thesis and a novel about this problem. He looked at it thoughtfully. His sorrow was tantamount to the sorrow of the weak. Did the weak self lose to Nuri, lose to society, and lose to "life" and reach the status of a passionate loser? Did the weak self reach this point because he couldn't confess his love to Lee Hwan, didn't hear the truth from S and Hye-sook, couldn't resist the Baron, and couldn't defend more firmly in the trial?! 'But this is a weak one out there. A little deeper, inwards!' he thought.

Two contradictory ideas arose in his head: infinite hatred and love for his children, and he clasped the blood tightly.

The whereabouts of North Korea and Nabal, which I believed would be easily known once I got married, were also not at my disposal. He is the prince of Goguryeo and his wife is the princess of Nakrang. Buk and Nabal are objects that have a delicate relationship between Goguryeo and Nakrang. It was embarrassing to ask Princess Jira. If you ask and the princess listens carefully, there will be no problem, and if you take a little strange, it will be a scratch. How can I guarantee that the novelty of looking strange will be hidden even more deeply, and that the bird with the princess will not even develop a breakthrough. Prince Hodong spent the day in a gloomy examination because things didn't go his way. On the other hand, another thing that concerns me is the work of Goguryeo's home country. It's already been a while since I secretly left the palace and came here without discussing anything with the father - how worried the father, who loved him exceptionally, must be. I thought that I would easily achieve my purpose, and I came without holding it to the father, so I was very worried about it as the flight took so long. Prince Hodong was having a fun and heartbreaking day or two in the Nakrang Palace. One day, almost in the summer, Prince Hodong finally told the princess that he would like to return home. When she said to the princess, "I have to return home for a while," the princess looked up at the prince in surprise. "Why are you suddenly saying that?" "It's not suddenly, but I've been thinking about it for a long time alone." I'll have to return home for a while." "Do you remember your homeland?" "Of course I do." But there's something longer than I thought of my home country." "What else is coming?" "It's nothing else, but it's more than enough for the princess and I to pair up, but isn't it a ship that the princess knows that she hasn't even embraced her father yet?" In Korean law, without the permission of the father, it is impossible to be inside and outside. It's been a month since I got married, and my love is deepening day by day, but according to Korean law, the princess has not yet become my wife. So, shouldn't we first return to Korea and get the permission of the father and be confidently rich? When I return to my country, I will get permission from the father and send a cart to take him, so I have to meet him for a while until that day." It was impossible.

Even after marriage, Prince Hodong did not know the whereabouts of the North and Nabal, and was embarrassed to ask his wife, the princess of Nakrang, and after spending a gloomy day, the father also expressed his intention to return home to the princess.

However, the letters in the book were completely remembered in Choi Soo-woon's head and studied for three days before suddenly realizing the meaning of the text, and since then, he has made every effort to practice and cultivate the Tao. In the summer of Byeongjin the following year, he took a child and entered Naewonam, Tongdosa Temple in Yangsan, decided to spend 49 days studying for Gyeonseong, and suddenly thought, "Now that my uncle is dead, I can't finish my studies...…." When he left the mountain and returned home, his uncle certainly went back, as he had thought. Not only did he find himself strange, but all the people of Dong-ri thought it strange, went to ask for Tao, or did some magic, raising public criticism about him, and as the day went by, many people became aware of his name, and thus drew attention from officials. At that time, he went back to Cheonseongsan Mountain to study and planned to set up a iron shop at the foot of Cheonseongsan Mountain to hide the eyes of the world, and enter Jeokmyeonggul Cave, which is about ten miles away, but he ended up thinking about it and sold it to his ancestors.

He suddenly finished studying because he thought his uncle had passed away, while he was studying hard at Naewonam Hermitage.

The Dongbaeklim riots, which gave the persimmon that had been built with this, were reenacted again in July. The West German Broadcasting Station reported on the 7th that strong protests by workers took place in downtown Berlin (under the occupation of cattle), demanding the release of tens of thousands of comrades arrested in a majority demonstration, and police declared an emergency alert from the 7th. The Soviet Communist Party's organ Prada reported on the ground on the 18th that "foreign frontmen's adventures in Baeklim failed," and the East German government broadcast on the morning of the 17th accused the U.S. Orthodox Church in military uniforms of inciting riots in the East Baeklim district on the 16th. This broadcasts the full text of an article by Neues Doichland (the Organization of the United Socialist Party), which will be published on the evening of the 17th. East Germany's propaganda is trying to impress as if it were manipulated from the outside of its power, which can only be seen as a departure from common sense and its reality. The fact that workers participating in the demonstration shouted slogans that West Germany has demanded so far, such as "free elections of total Germany," is certainly influenced by West Germany, but it is directly attacking the East German government's situation, such as rising prices and low wages. The United Socialist Party acknowledges that the Dongbaeklim riots have spread throughout East Germany, while the party is making a statement to the point that it will take a fairer attitude toward workers in the future, which is more than a policy failure.

Western German broadcaster West Germany said police authorities had declared a state of alert after demonstrations by workers demanding the release of their arrested comrades and clashes between workers and police forces.

On the opposite side, you can see the cemetery. It is a cemetery where foxes cry at night. It is blocking the front as if it were pressed by Surisan Mountain, Jangsan Mountain, where a tiger comes out, and it is frustrating as if it was sitting on a wall and a nose. If it rains heavily, the water pouring from Surisan Mountain has a steep slope, but the water flow is short, so they used to rush to the stream in front of them all at once. Although it is called Gaecheon Stream, the river is a high, dry stream without a flatland or a pear, and the stream that sits in the middle usually flows like moss, and the muddy stream on the left and right sides is covered with gravel. Last year and last year, all kinds of weeds were scattered thanks to the family. The smell of fertilizer must be smelled by the poor other people because the villagers dig up the dilapidated riverbed without this owner and plant pumpkin, chae-ma, beans, buckwheat, and every corner. The Hikkomi Line, which starts at Anyang Station and extends into the back valley bottleneck of Surisan Mountain across from the house, disturbs the precious daytime water surface, as well as the road skewer and locomotive that constantly make noise to carry gravel, a specialty of this village. Like this, the livable countryside, the quiet place...… It is a region that is very far from the elegant horse of Unwoon, and the fitting house of such a region is not formed because it is a bit awkward. A small hut, the kitchen room of the lower room, the floor and the other room...… Looking at it, it's fortunate that there are everything that will be. All of them are one compartment each, and a five-room house is so five compartments in total. It is said that the lower room and the other room each had half a day of kkaegi in the kitchen, but it is not possible to pretend to be six rooms without Seoul asking for it.

Surisan Mountain, where tigers come out, is blocking the front, so it is frustrating and it is said to be a stream, but only all kinds of weeds are thick.

By the way, the main character of the letter was my dear Lee Byeong-gak, who was a roommate (this does not damage the poet's honor) before I went to the beach. Therefore, even though it is indisputable that he had a deeper understanding of my life than anyone else, he said the following. "...........Even if I had an urgent business, I knew that I was not like us from the fact that I had a business on the beach in the summer..." And he continued to write another sentence, saying, "You're too big for me." "....... It's stupid to ask about health. It was a simple sentence that ended with a red-colored face and a picture drawn in a "poritamine" commercial... and said, "...It's fun to die even if the house is burned down, and I sue you thinking that your beach scenery will only be the subject of a cartoon..." Even if our Lee, who writes satirical poems,'s view of me or my life was justified in that paradox, I couldn't help but be dissatisfied with Lee, which is why I couldn't be more satirized if it was an old dance. The word "pulling" or "pulling out" even above the Daejeo means that something that is not true is vain, but is there a "citizenship" for a person who is vain. What else is there to live.

The main character of the letter was my dear Lee Byung-gak, who had a deeper understanding of my life than anyone else.

'No, I'm proud to get a bonus.' 'Where. It seems like there are only a few people and there are no prizes. "Only the people who carry it with them are so nice, and there is no one crying, maybe they are poor people," the grandmother sits under the toenmaru and takes the name of wiping it again. "Where is it worth seeing. "It's fun to have a row of sangje and hosangguns lined up on the Sawyer rental, Chilseong double rope," the lady says. The grandmother couldn't even understand the words, "Soyeo," "Rental," and "Chilsung double rope," and said, "What's the point of going out anyway? "If you go and get it buried, it will rot." He rubs the hooves of the bowl. "Still, it's like that in a person's heart," the lady said, reattaching the extinguished cigarette with her breath without it, "You live once, you die once, and you'd better go well even if you die……I, you and I are only a few days away from death. Don't you think so? How old are you?" The grandmother rubs the bowl more vigorously in a stiff voice, saying, "I'm sixty-five years old." "I'm sixty-five," said the lady, puffing a long pipe, "So don't you want to die and go out well?" "Why not!" This time, she brushed the outline, "I'm not going to, but I have to have money. It's good for us to be arrogant and spiteful. I hope my son listens to me well!" he says. Everyone laughed. Even the old lady laughs. As if consoling her grandmother, Ah said, "It's okay to be buried just like that. If you go to a good place, that's all."

When a woman asks how old she is, saying, "Isn't it good to go well even if a person's heart dies?" the grandmother responds in a stiff voice that she is sixty-five years old.

"Is the victim still alive?" Renjun asked in a small voice that only Pilho could hear. 'Yes, but you won't be conscious.' 'But if you've met him...." Pilho ran to the police doctor. I went and came back immediately. "I just gave a cample shot, so I've become a little conscious. Let's meet for a moment. There's a lot of expectations from the chief...." "Then let's go." The body of the critically ill Wan-soe lay next to the old count's bedroom. In-jun defeated the police doctor with his hand gesture and entered the room with only one man. The skin was peeled off to examine the wound. Renjun touched the naked chest first and then looked at the side. The heart was pierced with a sharp weapon such as an awl. "Isn't it clear that the LC Party's act?" After nodding to Pil-ho's words in a small voice, Ren-jun winked at Pil-ho to stay a little far away and put his mouth to the ear of the wan-soe. And he asked in a clear tone that would ring every word, even though it was not loud. "Answer me, my lord...." "...." "For the sake of the main family, for the safety of the stock price, answer honestly, Bongdeok's son." Wan-soe's eyes trembled. Then it opened up a little. The implication was that it wasn't. "What do you mean no? Then who is it? "Who is your enemy and also the enemy of the Great Commissioner?" A troubled look appeared in Wan-soe's eyes. It's not a worry that comes when a wound hurts Renjun saw that it was a pain caused by mental pain.

When the decoy told him to meet for a while, Pil-ho was bitten by the police doctor with his hand and entered the room with only those who needed it.

Seong-ong, who had been strengthening his weak arms to gather even one more rake until the evening sun gathered the red ridge, finally wandered around to find a house. It was so sad to come in for dinner because I knew I had run out of breakfast food, but there was still no place to visit except my house because my empty intestines roared and demanded something. "If it had made a bowel movement somewhere and boiled porridge...…." Seong-ong, who was about to return to the sarimun Gate by barely eradicating the wood that seemed to press down his bent back, paused for a moment and stepped back. It goes without saying that the prodigal god reached out to his wife, with a pair of men's shoes rolling dizzy on the top stone and a sijoo on the toenmaru. "Yes, they are……." From his nostrils came a single breath like a whistle, and a frosty cold light seemed to stretch of his eyes. But the next moment, he forced his thoughts to fly to that thought, and corrected the overturned belly. "I have to be hungry." However, rather than seeing a bowl of rice in front of him, he kept seeing something that seemed to be on fire in his eyes. But it wasn't the time for this. This is because the tree on the powerless shoulder keeps bending toward the flat belly porridge due to the barrel that is pressed down without body hair. Seong Ong forced the sliding door open and threw it on the kitchen floor, and sat down on the bare pole. He seemed to be watertight when he knew that his husband had returned from the room.

Upon returning home at sunset in the evening, Seong-ong found a sijou bag on the toenmaru and a man's shoe on the stone.

There is something written in one or two lines in a unique second language used in Gaegyeong. After reading it, Mrs. Kang's face changed completely, and her hand holding a piece of paper shook a little. Even though it was a very short time, he couldn't say anything and only his lips twitch. The soldier waiting for Hahoe outside knew nothing, and when he heard the good news, his heart sank at the unexpected attitude of his wife. "Is this man outside the gate?" "He's outside the gate and he's serving."Look at me." "Then tell him to go out and bind him to hell." Si-bi doubted her ears. Isn't it impossible for him to bind himself to prison with a welcome hand from his hometown. "Hurry up and tell her to go to hell." Mrs. Kang screams and scolds the quarrel for standing hesitantly. Sibi jumps out of the door with a collection and walks out of the main hall with his head snooping. Who was this? It was Ha Sang-yu, who lost his beloved wife to Jang Go-su in Gaegyeong and spent his days in tears day and night. He begged Hong Geon-jeok to save his wife by going around until the day before he retired from Gaegyeong. However, when Hong Geon-jeok retired from the army, he saw that his wife was also attracted to them, and he fell completely into the serpent of despair. He sighed up to heaven and cursed the earth.

Mrs. Kang read a line or two and couldn't say anything while her lips were twitching.

"Honey, the mother who went to the country wrote a letter!" I looked at my wife standing next to me in a rather welcoming voice and gave her eyes to the postcard again. The postcard in my hand had turned upside down before I knew it. "Yes, my mother wrote me a letter!" The wife's voice trembled with joy as if she had received unexpected good news from an unexpected person.I read the letter without answering the question. My wife also quietly threw a soft look at the letter. So the four eyes of the two read the letter without a sound. The story was extremely simple. 'Hello, sir, Gigi. How are you, too. The little baby was very sick when the girl left, and now he wants to know if she's all better. The girl came safely thanks to the guidance of the West and is doing well. Hello to everyone here. Please forgive me for being so late in writing because I can't write with the girl's hand, and please be safe with your wife and wife all the time. Finally, I am very sorry, but please let me know what the disease of a young baby is like.' This was all of the story. It was also a clumsy handwriting with ink and ink on a soft brush. Because of the fine writing, some people found it difficult to know which letters were "sa" or "ja" because of the combination of strokes and strokes. There were, of course, many wrong things about vomit. Reading this, a misty cloud of thin sorrow floated lightly in my heart. Although winter is rough, it is warm like spring from the morning, so it may be because a feeling like Seolmyeonja pokes into a person's blood vessels, but the feeling that a postcard throws at me was a soft, light, and uncomfortable tender pity.

My wife trembled with joy at the letter from her mother who went to the countryside, and I was glad, too.

Radio travel was once popular among students. During the vacation, the serpent is traveling around the provinces, and when you stop by a village or a tavern, you are beholden to the newspaper office or local figures. Society at the time, which erased heavy books on top of students, arranged accommodation for students who had never seen or heard of it before and arranged their lunch costs, but considered complaints a joy that could never be found again. As you all know, there is no such radio trip table now, and even if you do, you will not be treated. The times have changed for some time. But these days, I do this radio trip, enjoy myself, and have fun alone. He wanders around Paldogangsan Mountain without a penny of Ajeon in his arms. Sometimes, they sail far away in Manchurian fields and boats. It is to share alcohol with the woman in Beijing and gamble with the young man in the port. Sometimes, you can look down at the blue sea and look down on the plane. Lim Hak-soo was also enjoying this radio trip in the spirit of Pyo-bak. "On a night when the moon is gone, I lean against the wall and weigh the time of the car and the line, and my eyes cross the Junryeong and the plains with a sigh, chasing the wild goose-flying grasslands in the distance, and the old castle in the southern sky...…" I never emulated a poet. It was a novel, so I used to get a bunch of travel information from him and use it when I wrote a novel. There are no detailed memories of the accommodation fee, every corner of the room, and the car or cruise course, but there is a way to know the place that Hwangcha has not seen. However, just because you have never seen it, you cannot omit the essential part of the novel. It's a moment like this when you feel sad knowing how little imagination you have. However, if you pack up your own clothes soon, but if you can't afford it, you have no choice but to take care of yourself as a tutor. I enjoy traveling on paper for a long time by picking up the tongue. It is also small and caring, so from the history of Chiba to the entertainment of humanities geography accommodation, there is nothing that is not only "heart-deuk." It is the opposite of saying that the white gate is not the same as spring once.

There is no radio trip table now, but I wander around Paldogangsan Mountain and enjoy myself without any electricity in my arms.

Upon receiving this request, the Jong Police Station immediately called each police box and ordered them to investigate 354 in any neighborhood. 14. In the main room of my uncle's house at 354 Middle School-dong, Sun-ja and Sang-ho, who were relieved as if they had come out of hell to heaven, were looking at a picture given by my uncle's aunt (of course, a student named Han Ki-ho interpreted it because they couldn't communicate with each other). The picture was a family photo of Sang-ho and Sun-ja sitting on their father's and mother's lap and stuck in Sang-ho's house. Sang-ho sat on his father's lap and was calmly embedded, but Sun-ja was stuck on his mother's lap, stretching out her four broad arms, opening her mouth, and crying. Sadness to see the face of a parent who had no memory at the age of 16 or 14 for the first time! From the poor sister Oh's eyes, big tears fell on the picture like a drop of water. My uncle and aunt, who saw the shape, also shed tears in their old eyes. "You must repay your enemies! You must avenge yourself. You must avenge your mother. But you must visit your father. Find your lonely wandering father who doesn't know whether he went to China or America! Your father should be starting to grow old by now……. I don't know if you're alive or not, and I don't know where you're at. You must find your father as soon as possible." The old uncle, who was talking, trembled with tears, and the eyes of the two brothers who were listening were as if tears were raining.

Sang-ho and Sun-ja looked at Sang-ho's family photo given by his uncle's aunt at ease as if they had come out of hell to paradise.

Maybe because I'm hungry, I'm very thirsty. When I entered the Jireung-gil on this side, I knew from the previous day that there was a lumpy Ongdal well under the juniper tree. I followed the woman's footsteps, and went to the well road. When the woman put down the water jar and glanced at me with her side-eyed eyes, I hesitated for a moment because I didn't know what to say. While they were coming and going without a word, he took a bucket of water from the well with a clean bucket, and put it on the well, and without saying anything, he took a step back and turned his head half way. I sighed down the cool cold water. And, although I couldn't say with my mouth, I thanked him for his subtle and kind kindness. That was my first treat, stepping on the soil of my hometown. Ah - why did he give me such a grateful smile. After seven years of wandering, leaving the house behind, abandoning the hometown, and returning without any merit, without any balls, without any reward, this body, a liar, and Chun Deok-kun...…. Rather, when I am grateful, the painful feeling of pain makes me hug my chest. The sound of unknown grassworms is still a rough grass in the street, and under the rice paddies, they recite the small grains of autumn. Our lives were not long away, and Mozilla could not help but feel the feeling of Ae-ryeon in his indistinct and clean heart, reciting a little song that was soaked in dew in the morning light, as if it were a blizzard.

When I followed my wife to the well road, only a few senses came and went without saying anything, and I didn't know what to say.

The chickens all rise to the top of the soil, drooping their necks, crouching and waiting foraging. "The mouse, the mouse, the mouse...…." Since there are more than ten chickens, they must have gathered as many as they could, but only when the grandson sings the sound of a mouse, he calls out the federal mouse as if it were a chicken's gathering. Chickens chasing after the food as it fell and scrambling to get one more grain than others, and a piece of ground breaking with one leg in the competition to pick up the food with care, seemed to be the object of sympathy whenever it fed to their grandson. Every time I throw a feed, I focus on the ground and squeeze it. However, Moi, which falls in a pile in the busyness of holy men who follow the falling Moi, has never been able to participate, and only Al-Jui can be pushed out every time. The grandson couldn't see if the fat, who couldn't eat alone, seemed pitiful, so he gave it to him and left the room with a rip-off, and among them, he chased away the old rooster, who ignored the young ones with the most obnoxiously. However, the rooster only stomps away every time it is chased, and when it turns around, it is still not careful to push. Son, who knows that he is a rooster that cannot be chased again and again, points to the rooster and pulls it by the wrist as if he is asking his grandfather for support. The grandfather was surprised by his grandson's good heart. I can't believe that only two doljabi who can speak only the sound of mom and dad already have such a kind heart! A heart that doesn't know how to be evil and shows sincerity for good! That has long been the heart of farmers. He knows that his heart has been handed down from generation to generation in his house. His son received the same feeling. Now, if the strong power and firm will were cultivated, so long as it could be a boat that could pump out a thousand water at once, I had nothing more to ask of my grandson. Even in order to encourage his grandson's cute heart, he wanted to drive the rooster out as soon as he wanted, but the windy bridge, which was not free to enter the toilet, crossed the threshold and the earthenware was also a heavenly path. I lifted my cane and looked around, but it was not as strong as my grandson's pursuit. The chickens only raised their heads once every time they got a cane, but it was just that.

The grandfather was surprised at his grandson's good heart when he saw his grandson chubby away an old rooster who ignored young things, perhaps because he seemed pitiful.

Under Seongjingub, workers are busy mumbling to build a station. The party passed the main temple and reached Hancheongyo Bridge. It is a place where Joseon people live from Yeseo. The party walked in the middle of the flower-filled main street as if cutting off a stick. The Joseon people's shop rooms on the left and right are quiet. The owners of the store are sweating on their foreheads, fanning themselves leisurely, staring at the person passing by on the street. It's a fortune teller I saw six years ago and there are just a lot of people. In Kim Sosa's eyes, all these people looked rich. How happy would it be if you were to compare yourself to sitting with oil on your face even though it was small or small? He lived in his hometown envious of swings. But now it seems to be dozens of layers away from the swings. The fact that young people who seem to have been with Mansu go and come with dignity also makes the heart wave dizzy. Sadness of memories of living alone The sound sounded like an insult. "Mother Sungjin has changed a lot." Unkyung smiles awkwardly as she looks back at Kim Sosa. Kim Sosa, who replied, "I don't know," couldn't walk with a shy face. Whenever I saw a familiar person's face, I bowed or turned my head. It was too much for them to see a willless mess. I think I'm a mean, lonely man with no rights in the world. "Why did I come to my hometown? I'll die, or I'll beg you, but I' Why did you come to your hometown like this?" He cried out to himself several times like this. Whenever that happens, my face feels hot and my whole body seems to fall into the street.

Kim Sosa turned his head or bowed whenever he saw a familiar person because he thought that he was mean in this world and that he had no rights.

Dongpung (Chunpung), Seopung (Chupung), Daegyeong (電尋) is flying (鏡兩), Yanggak (脚虹) is a heavenly heart (猫風), Cloud-gil (鵬章), Gumanira (風恨) Eyes (宴春千) are alive (千懷輓), and poetry (秋千]) is made up (화장한다생각]) in the morning. Therefore, the poet will study poetry, so he will also try to strengthen the Chinese language, yo-eo, etc., so he will never use the foreign language waste language, the predicate war language, and the like unless it is inevitable. In addition, it is impossible to pretend that Chinese idioms, which used to be used only as main words and tolerated as whales, are not different, but because the number of main words is small, so poetry cannot be written well. Spelling methods may also have to destroy this law in some cases, because poetry has different facial expressions and different forms depending on the bill and tone. And... ...a smooth flower…… in good order…… The highlights are …… in the middle of winter…… in a smooth winter…… Emphasis The impression varies depending on the pure and strong sounds, and the melody also changes. There are many differences in the spelling of ancient books such as "Yongbicheonga" and "Wolcheon Gangjigok", so it is not irregular but intentionally written differently for tone, so the poet should pay attention to this.

Because the number of main words is a small number, it is impossible to reject Chinese idioms because they cannot write poems well, and because the form is wrong, spelling should also destroy the main law in some cases.

When she sheds all kinds of beauty as a girl in front of her, she could not help being stimulated by her instinct in life, and it was not really painful to overcome it. Once, when international students received a letter of passionate love from Geumbong, who was also a famous beauty in Tokyo, and when they tried not to spare anything for themselves, they almost made a mistake because they could not suppress the instinctive bending of youth in Geumbong's beauty and passion. However, once he found the crippled part of Munbo, Geumbong thought it was fortunate that he stopped looking and turned around and did not visit him again, so he has been paying more special attention to his relationship with the opposite sex since then. Some of the friends who played with Tokyo during the school days returned to their hometowns after completing their studies and married, and some already had two sons and daughters, but Munbo tried not to get married. But when Mija's relationship went to Dota, it was last winter. One day, the fact that he received a piece of praise from an unknown woman for his newly announced creation was the beginning of turning a meme into his mind. His unique view of life created by his personality in 78 years after he published a number of works in the literary world, but it was certainly a joy to find a minor's letter in a way that always became an enemy of bad reviews outside the reader's understanding.

In Tokyo, there was a time when I almost made a mistake because I could not suppress the village that instinctively bent into the passion and beauty of the famous Geumbong Peak.

5. Without the gathering of our democratic capabilities, the constant sacrifice of our predecessors and the blood of the world's people are likely to be in vain. In this precious historical moment, the flag of our Working People's Party absolutely calls for a faithful and bold struggle by the members of the party to become a symbol of people's unity and people's liberation. Party members shall live with the people in the people and be faithful friends of the people who know the pain, sorrow, and hope of the people as their own. 6. Constant self-criticism is a form of propulsion and leap. It is beyond our admiration to claim only one's rights while neglecting the work of daily actual struggle. Try to train all party members to become bold active workers in everything, and clean up all self-righteous tendencies and struggle-avoidance literacy. 7. No matter how natural the words and actions are, they can have constructive value only when they increase and strengthen the overall capacity and make the overall performance more successful. Furthermore, revolutionary righteousness should be strictly observed in criticizing work, and when advising comrades, it should be based on love-centeredness and low-level interviews. Constructive advice can also be objectively counterproductive if it exceeds certain rules and limits. 8. Let the Labor People's Party continue to make efforts to create and discover comrades among the reactionaries by partnering and cooperating with them in a faithful and humble inclusive manner to the people's public, ordinary patriots, or the right party of democracy.

Without our democratic capabilities, the sacrifices of our predecessors are likely to be in vain, so we should always be a party that cooperates with the people and strives steadily with a faithful and humble attitude.

Since all of the above snow removal came from labor value, it goes without saying that if the labor value theory is abandoned, this snow removal will also be discarded. Kropotkin did not take this theory because he did not take the theory of labor value. 12. Kropotkin's value theory Then what kind of value theory did Kropotkin take. What is the standard of his values. "We are trying to reach a free society from free individuals, and we are not trying to push individuals from the state. Therefore, we take this method in economic issues, that is, we study individual needs and build up the means to satisfy them." "If you listen to an economist's book, you will find that the scholar has demonstrated from production. Every economist, from Adam Smith to Carl Marx, advanced in this way. However, isn't it in the study of needs to guide production? "If you talk about production, there can be no measure of value in a strict sense." To quantify labor as a result is to induce a great Barry. To divide the entire labor and quantify the fraction as a number of hours comparable to the labor is to induce us to a large barry. So the way we're going to take this is to put our needs on labor. And first, the right to live should be recognized." According to Kropotkin, the first starting point of the economic process is consumption, not production.

Kropotkin did not take this de-escalation that would be discarded if he abandoned the labor value theory because he did not take the labor value theory.

This means that our literary circle must wait for rookies and cherish them, and in order to do so, Ki-sung must open the way for rookies, foster them, and at the same time, rookies need a more sincere attitude and serious effort. In other words, shouldn't our literature be elevated in the responsible relationship between the establishment and the god himself or the solidarity. Nevertheless, if you are disappointed that you are often showing words and actions that deviate from the sincere attitude among the literature that should be promising as a rookie, you cannot say that this is a major event in our literary world, and I think that the rookie himself should be blind. If a student does not treat a teacher as a teacher or respect, and his subordinates do not want to see his boss as an adult, it will be possible for a new man to pass away his treatment as a social influence, but we cannot help but be sad that our country's literature is affected by such trends. There is no reason for a true establishment to be destroyed by a god because of the likes and dislikes of each school. If the commander of the regiment leaves the regiment and pays attention to status or honor, it is clear that there will be a gap in his love for the country of solidarity. Likewise, if a literary man leaves literature and tries to seize the honor of a literary man with any political strategy, he will already lose his value and life as a literary man.

Giseong should pave the way for rookies, foster them, and long-awaited them.

Sometimes Samdong says, "Fence, how can I...…" Whenever I say that, I say, "Yes, just a little bit!" …… All day soon...…" It was an answer, but then it was only then. They don't even pester these days. Were you negligent in paying the rent? That's not true. There was a close call for a young man. It was the day of heavy rain last time. On the floor, Anhae put a young man to sleep next to him, sewed, and sat down, and I was a little far away, lying on the threshold of the back door of the floor, asking for sewage for a while. Soon, the sound of Anhae's story drifted away, and he was about to fall asleep, and suddenly, he heard a loud sound of something falling from his feet to Marucheng. At the same time, a young man cried like a wind, Ahn Hae cried out in fright, and at the same moment, I shouted in surprise and woke up in a shudder. I had been struck by lightning the moment I heard a bang. As I woke up, I found a solid piece of soil the size of a wooden needle rolled less than a inch from the pillow where the young man lay. It was a lump of dirt that fell off the ceiling of the floor. How hard it was, it didn't even rustle up. Ahn Hae unexpectedly hugged the young man and stepped back. I felt sad again. It's not a miracle that you've missed a bone like that, but if you're a legitimate young man and your forehead, face, or chest have fallen off, that soft skeleton, that's a lot! …… The ceiling of the floor was only pretending to be dawn, but there was no half.

Anhae and a young man were asking for sewage on the floor, and with a bang, a lump of soil fell from the ceiling of the floor and stood up.

He thought again of his hometown surrounding his father and mother. And I thought of Joo-young and thought of a child. There was happiness and pleasure in him when he began to fantasize with all that. However, when you wake up from the self-joy of fantasy and wake up to the cold reality again, there is only frustration and frustration. He tried to head home, but his head was scattered and his stomach was stuffy, so he decided to go around Gwanghwamun Tong and go around the middle school bridge. It was a familiar road, so he came to Gwanghwamun without knowing what time he came, and suddenly his desire to get drunk on something came to him. He thought of the money his father sent him to come down to his hometown for the last time. Money was not precious, but it was funny to think that it was the last thing that determined his fate, or when he thought that what his father had given him was to give in or not to give in, he even felt resentful. "There is or does not buy this kind of money," he cried out against the air, clenched his fists and determinedly. And I touched the remaining money after spending some money from the three tests earlier. He even wanted to rip up the money again. When he tried to turn around the alley facing Sajikgol with this thought, there was a person who blocked him. "Where have you been?" Changsun raised her head. Shin Tae-ho stood in front of him. He gently holds Chang-sun's hand, expressing a gentle smile with his slender eyes, saying, "It's been a long time since I drew it."

There is joy and happiness in fantasies about home, but in reality, there is only frustration and frustration.

"What? Meat? What do you mean? Chun-ja's eyes were wide open. Many female classmates clapped their hands and laughed. "What do you mean by that? Are you laughing like that?" Chun-ja blushed. When the laughter of various female classmates stopped, a middle-aged female class said, "Don't laugh. If you don't know, you should tell me. Chunja doesn't know the word meat yet, does she? Is it possible to know because the school's studies are all different? Later, it was interpreted like this, saying, "The meat on Chunja's body will be dalalal." Chunja finally understood the meaning of the pavilion's talking meat. "Oh - oh - oh, I'm not afraid to say anything. "I dare not come to such temptation in my body," Chun-ja said with confidence in what he meant. "What do you mean it's not a temptation? She's a strong queen? Who's got hot blood running through their bodies to guarantee that? If you melt it with the heat that peaked together, you can't guarantee it," Hee-ja explains. "What do you do when your opponent's blood stops cancer?" What's the use of boiling, not blood in my body?" Chun-ja says she doesn't feel in love. However, what Chun-ja said sounded like a lie to other female classes who did not know what was wrong with Chun-ja's body. "Doesn't one's blood boil? Then Chunja is the one who came out of a stone crack. Otherwise, what is one thing missing?" The pavilion peeped into Chunja's face, saying this. Chun-ja hit the word sharply as if it were a nail in her heart. So Chun-ja sighed and said, "Even so, I'm a moron who doesn't have any other person in my body. That's why I started this business," Chun-ja sighed again. However, no one knows why Chun-ja's attitude suddenly became pessimistic. Chun-ja is studying a plan for how to be surprised tonight, thinking that a young man who has been completely taken prisoner will smile and run in the future.

Chun-ja, who learned the meaning of meat, confidently said that she did not feel in love.

Detective Choi thought that an old woman, who was a sly woman, deceived her after going to the state, and said, "What does it matter if you went to a hot spring when you heard that you went to a hot spring? She's a gisaeng with a clear business place. Detective Choi picked up Dulmi, saying, "Don't cheat for nothing and tell me right away." Iljimae's mother is confused with answers. In the 152nd episode, Detective Choi, who was pursuing Detective Choi, dragged Iljimae's mother to the end and asked where Iljimae had been, but he did not seem to have gone to a hot spring. In addition, detective Choi stopped investigating Iljimae's mother and decided to call himself and ask him again because he began to suspect that if a Chigak followed Iljimae, he would not let go of her. However, the person who had been deceiving the case he had been investigating so far could not formally interrogate Iljimae by suddenly fixing his face, and the scene became awkward, so Detective Choi quickly thought of a trick. "Hey, Iljimae, I opened a tea shop at the corner of Hwanggeumjeong because it's my friend, and I thought it was the day of opening this store today, so should we go get some tea? I was asked to bring as many customers like you. "Let's go together," Detective Choi said to draw Iljimae. Iljimae looked uncomfortable and said, "I came and went to sing at the restaurant. "I won't go until the next day," he refuses.

Iljimae's mother was confused with Detective Choi's answer, and Detective Choi began to doubt and began to call her and ask her.

"Ah, is a rainbow an object that can't be grasped by human hands?" This boy cried here, too, calling out the cry that tens of thousands of boys who have still walked the same path. I was determined to give up. It was weird then. His hair, which was still black, turned white, and countless wrinkles were caught on the front of his face. ▪ In memory of the pathetic ending of the boy who was trying to catch the rainbow over the mountain, he threw the already extinguished cigarette down there toward the Daedong River. Then he sighed for a long time. At this time, the opening entered the second fantasy land. What beach.... It was some beach heading east. There was a wide but wide sea in the front, and behind it, I turned my back on the steep hillside, and the sea and the hillside almost faced each other, so there was only a distance of three or four years between them. Seagulls in the sea, azaleas in the mountains and all kinds of flowers, sometimes sailboats in the distance...…. It was a beautiful village like this dream, and besides, it was a pretty place like a picture of a crying wave and sometimes the crying of a roe deer. There was a solitary hut there. And there lived a single father and two daughters. The father was already sixty years old, the eldest daughter was eighteen, and the younger daughter was fourteen years old. The eldest daughter's name is Yeon-yeon, and the younger daughter is Ae-ae. In a remote place far away from the neighborhood, she lived a beautiful life in which her brother loved her and her brother loved her.

When he decided to give up, saying that rainbows are things that cannot be grasped by human hands, his hair, which was still black, became white and countless wrinkles were caught in the front of his face.

"It's very awkward. "Get up..." This is S's mockery. "Hahahaha." Many people burst into laughter. Just in time, the female workers came down from the headquarters and went to the toilet, crossing the factory, smiling in front of it, bending their backs and running away gently. When K saw it, he clenched his tongue and said, "Oh, my…… Why is everyone at my headquarters in that shape?" I asked the group as if I were to take responsibility. "My headquarters? Those kids?" and barely answered back. "No, there's nothing wrong with them, but the others...… I'm out of my mind…… No matter how much you have to tell the story, you can't understand it and say it at best, 'Is that useful? It's a good thing you don't starve yourself in this way.' 'Let's just stay still...… There's no law against me being rich either...… The boss is like this now because of Mi-Jeon...…' 'It's useless for nothing...… This is also my uniform It's both uniforms, so it's all good if I live with a battered stomach." These are the tricks." "Maybe the fastest people in here gathered at my headquarters...…?" This is M's word. "You think we're the ones trying to hurt Zui, so...…" This is the sigh of S. "Hmm... But one day, even Sabotage was broken..."…" This is Youngbok's words. "What?" asked the group as if it were pulling. It was unbelievable for Byeongjo to have everyone turned back and played sabotage at my headquarters.

Seeing female workers coming out of the headquarters on their way to the toilet, S lamented that he thought they were trying to hurt us, and Young-bok tells them that they were saboteurs.

This has already become the world's general political common sense. It is a mouth that started in this shape. It would be rare to imagine what happened after that, but it would be rare to reveal the pro-Japanese reaction of the behavior, such as the recent Janggyeong. No matter how patient a person is, he or she cannot help frowning when he or she is looking at the so-called ring-jjak incident surrounding the Buil cooperator's treatment plan and various Bosunan, which is now tarnishing one corner of the newspaper. The proposal to deal with the Japanese cooperative was so great that it could not be passed in the main legislation. It was so enormous that the majority of the legislators would be punished by it in the snow of Hanggan. Why did such an unintentional bill be introduced. It became clear today that it was a sort of funeral. It was necessary to give the general impression that the members of the mouth were not pro-Japanese. That's why he moved around in here for a long time, spreading only the topic, and perhaps sneaking back into a desk drawer. There were even rumors of Lee Wan-yong's advocacy, so they could not completely hide the color of Buil, but they thought it was enough to spread the impression that his mouth was not a pro-Japanese group's den. In this way, the by-election law of blatant political skills was proposed next. Like the discussion of this, it will be difficult to openly reveal pro-Japanese colors without shame. It is said that the statute of the elected elector is the center of the topic. Members of the main opposition Democratic Party of Korea, who are the majority of the party, are fighting to exclude young people from the election.

The bill is so great that a majority of lawmakers will be punished by it, and the members of the mouth need to give the impression that it is not a pro-Japanese party, so they introduced an unintentional bill.

After three breaths, Dalrye lightly raised her right hand. When it flashed and the blade shone, Jo Shin looked at the moon, covered his eyes with his hands and fell on the ground, and there was no sound for a long time. Josin raised his head in anticipation of a terrible sight. But I was surprised. Dalrye's head was cut off and blood was flowing an inch long at the back. Morye's sword was already in the sheath. Josin knew what this meant. Cutting the head meant to be a monk, and cutting the flesh on the neck for a while meant that it would replace killing. I admired how Morye's swordsmanship was so easy. Josin was taken with such a light gun as to be pleasant and became a person tied to prison. There was a sin in the place where the people lived, so there was a jade in the place where the people lived. When the royal palace was built, it was not built in jade, but if there was paradise, there was hell. This was all a picture of the greed of life. Jade, like any country or village, was a dark and painful place. The door was black and thick, and the chestless, high window was small, cold in winter, and hot in summer, so there could be no coolness or warmth. It was such a dirty world with dirty hearts. The soil floor was kneaded with urine, poop, blood and pus, and the sinners on it were breathing with a knife on their necks, handcuffs on their hands, and furrows on their feet. In the darkness, the blank woman's face and dim eyes flashed. I heard coughing and groaning. In this, tens of millions of people have died since the opening of the building. Josin had entered this prison.

Josin recognized the meaning of becoming a monk when he saw Dalrye's head cut off.

The number of scholars increased as the number of families increased as the number of families increased while they passed the steep path of Murungjae and Malryeong to greet many daughters and send out many daughters. While plowing fields by day and reading at night, the family, which has been increasing in years, seemed to be overcoming this goal in the near future. In other dong-ri, Ohhak-dong was called Yangban's dong-ri. The people of Ohak-dong also claimed to be so. Many daughters-in-law were chased to their parents' house under this name. Under these charges, many daughters-in-law have been chased to their parents' homes for 300 years, including the crime of taking off their skirts and going out to the yard, the crime of not greeting the elders of Dong-ri, laughing and talking at night, and encouraging Sae Seo-bang to sleep quickly. In the nearby area, it was considered a great honor to marry Ohak-dong. Even if they sent their daughter-in-law there and were chased away, they blamed her on their child's lack of culture. In addition, in Ohak-dong, there was no abandonment of the daughter-in-law except for crimes such as bad delay, ignorance of manners, or bad conduct. I had no qualms about becoming Oh Hak-dong's daughter-in-law, whether she had a personality that was not compatible, a person that was a little awkward, or a person that was wrong. In Ohak-dong, he never married a Jeongbang person. He didn't even consider a square person to be a person. Dong-ri, called Jeongbang, was a village that was established about 100 years after the ancestors who pioneered Ohak-dong in Bon-si sat down. Jeongbang was a village of Oh Clan, and the first time Oh Clan began to spread the descendants of Jeongbangseo, he was a common servant. Moreover, the bell was in a family that had married Ohak-dong Lee.

Since it is considered a great honor to marry Ohhak-dong, even if he was sent there as a daughter-in-law and was chased because it was not suitable for the master's house, he turned the blame on his child's lack of culture.

"Is the world so uneven?" He gritted his teeth and threw his eyes back on his wife's shoulder. Even the childish taste of my young wife, who was fluttering immaturely, was seen getting frosted in the face of understanding, which made my heart even more torn. He secretly pressed his chest with a blunt knife and said, "Honey! You're worried about making another one of his! What can I do now that it's like that! Now, let's put it down and go see it!" I went to my wife's front. "So I asked you to buy me a half-closed one?" When Ah-ah said, her heart was turned upside down. It was cruel to shoot such a sound even though he knew it was making a fuss because he didn't have rice to sweep into his mouth right away, but he said, "I have cancer!" If I get money this time, I'll just buy you a half-shop! I'm going to buy three-story yangok, a pillow closet, a flower closet, and a piano balloon! Haha." And he hit the earlm. When the couple entered the theater door, the photos had already begun. When I saw my wife's dirty ramie skirt, which was caught in the unusually shining door light, the West was ashamed, angry, and even more pleased with her, as if she were despised by everyone around her. You and Ah hurried upstairs. Whenever Ah praised the male actors on the screen, she felt a kind of thin period, but at the same time, she dreamed that she would be praised by many women.

Seo-nim felt a thin period whenever Ah praised the male actors for being handsome.

The slimey young man looked at Greece and said, "Come on, come to our room. Let's go and make up again and have a drink for fun," he pushed Greece. The knot in the heart of Greece, which is once intertwined with the temper of Greece, is that the young man does not immediately make friends and reconciliation. Changsun and Taeho followed into the room. The room seemed to have a life on one side as if it were a peace treaty, but on the other hand, there seemed to be a smile, so the life and laughter seemed to be on the first step to harmonize with each other. Several people only looked at each other's faces. While Changseon was the representative of the victorious country, Taeho sat side by side as a Sujongwon and looked forward with dignity. The Greek type stood at the corner of the upper corner over there, staring at the window with live eyes like a cat that had not caught an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the windowpane. It was as if I was looking into the eye. I felt like I was going to jump at him whenever I had time. Many people were like people living their lives in a hectic way. Those who were about to kill the spear at once tried to get close with a smile again with the spear in front of them. It was not because Chang-sun was suddenly friendly, or it was not because he needed to be close, but the mind that the weak had it at any time made him afraid of Chang-sun, and the fear came from a cowardly heart to smile back to win favor. First, they did not have to keep their friendship with Greece, or they did not have much understanding to any extent.

Tae-ho and Chang-sun were sitting side by side in the room where they followed the young man to make up.

However, it may be reasonable for me to take responsibility for this because I did not add the note "This is not a factual story" when introducing the romance of Wolgwanggok, which is merely a misjudgment from the military's ignorance. Next, in order to make it easier for ignorant musicians like me to understand, the military decided not to distinguish between burak and proak, citing the example of "Blacksmith in the Forest." What vague trick is this? Let's say that the military admits that "Wolgwanggok" or "Blacksmith in the Forest" carried out specific contents. So it's a song that connects this much content? Or is it a professional song? While the military emphasized that these two songs, which the head of the military confidently thought were desperate examples, were content, the head of the military tried to obscure the important class character and return the responsibility to my ignorance. What is the reason that you failed to corroborate the definition or example of proletarian music in your rebuttal to me that ended in the second episode! Since the military said that "The Blacksmith in the Forest" had great details, do you think it is an artistic or musical work? This is a kind of childish descriptive music, and it is far from being included in the field of art. Rather, I would have gladly expressed my opinion if the military had mentioned Beethoven's Moonlight Song and then again gave me examples of his "All People's Symphony" or "Hero Symphony."

The military cited the blacksmith in the forest as an example, saying it was easy to understand for an ignorant musician like me, and emphasized that the two pieces he confidently taught as desperate examples are content.

"It's more than 2,000 people who left here!" Hyuk was also listening to the glasses-wearing trade association. How many of those 2,000 people were taken for such crimes. It was a twilight moon night. There was no fixed path. If you go in two lines and the road narrows, it becomes a single line. Sometimes I could walk dozens of times on the banks of rice paddies. Then, you enter a deep mountain path. At the front, a drafted child leads the front page. It was a guide. "A convoy companion! Let me pee!" someone shouts in the middle. "Don't talk!" the convoy companion glares. "What is a convoy! Go pee!" The procession still advances. Lee Hyuk was in the left row. Right next to the right line, old man Yoon is dragged by hanging from a wire. Everyone had their feet hurt. Most of them were old rubber shoes because they were brought in while sleeping. Some people were dragged out with their women's rubber shoes. There are also two running winds. Those who wore suits and jackets were caught in the street, and the paddles that were brought in while sleeping were mostly shirt winds. "Oh, if you kill me!" The person right in front of Hyuk drags his legs. Old man Yoon was walking with his mouth sealed tightly and tied to a wire rope. Hyuk-do Inje was exhausted. The road to death was also a long way to go. Even if he had gone for three days and nights, he had not yet reached the threshold of the afterlife. During the day, I searched for bones and burrows. It was because I was afraid of the U.S. military plane. Even the convoy members are scared of airplanes, but when they hear a sound, they shout, "Hettle! Go through!" and they don't care whether it's a field furrow or a skylight. When the plane disappeared, their procession continued to die.

The convoy members were also scared of the sound of a U.S. plane during the day and shouted to go through it, but when the plane disappeared, the procession of death continued again.

The third was Captain Hwang Chul-gun Lee Yong-ak, and the maneuvering area of this unit was in Gangwon-do. During the performance, the terrorists cut off the wires outside the theater, darkened the theater, and then stoned constantly, so the members sang a people's protest song to cheer up. The police found fault with this and beat each member of the squad for inciting the crowd and sent him to Seoul. We sent the third generation back to Gangneung with a stern protest. The day the third generation went to Gangneung was a day of heavy rain. They reached Gangneung at around 001 o'clock at night in heavy rain from Seoul. Since all the members were new, the person who came once visited the Japanese inn and knocked on the door thinking it was just an inn. The house heard the sound of a truck and opened it for them. Then I was surprised to find out where this group came from. They called an emergency call through the back door. It was the Gangneung General Headquarters of the Urgent Terrorism. This is why right-wing terrorists used all their forces overnight to cover the house, saying they were stabbed in our den by a left-wing group from Seoul. In addition, the democratic camp there, knowing this fact, mobilized and surrounded the authors again. This situation lasted three nights and three days. Meanwhile, the operatives, who were surrounded inside the headquarters of the government, could not drink a single sip of water. The third generation was unable to continue performing in Chuncheon and Gangneung due to this situation, and due to friction with the police, Jangdo was frustrated in the middle.

One of the members who came once before knocked on the door thinking it was a Japanese inn, and when the truck sounded, the Iji members of the house opened it and called an emergency call through the back door.

Uh-huh! As I went up a few corners of Dangun Cave, I suddenly saw a stone mountain in front of us, which was not called Geoam - Geoam. One Indian monk breathed out a poor cover and said, "Inje is here," so we were cheering, and another Indian monk heard, "Inje is really difficult," and while he paused, he really crawled up on a tall rock, "Here's a tree to catch the heat, and there was a ladder……." He murmured to himself. I, too, laid my stomach like a reptile and stuck to that huge stone body like a bowing ice sheet. It's Yujin's death! If it is not an upturn, there will only be a fall, but Japha is a heavenly love. As soon as the ideas of life and death alternately flashed, the scary force shook the whole body like a wind and stood up with dozens of steps, and the body seemed to float in the air, and the feet were placed narrowly on the end of the vast stone cave. This stone cave is so magnificent that it is called a "gul" or a "gung" of the Changgung (穹穹) or a "woo" of the universe that it is called a "Seokgung" or "Seokwoo" reminiscent of its realization. The height will be more than four lengths, and the width of the front is about 50 cheok and the depth is about 35 cheok, so it is worth sitting with a generous amount of one or two magnificent temples. The stone is a beautiful granite with various lines of green and white patterns.

The huge stone cave, which can seat one or two magnificent temples, is beautiful granite, surrounded by various lines of green.

He is a seven-eight-person Kwon-sol, and it was difficult to maintain the status quo unless it was a small scale and bad food with seven rice paddies and a few rice paddies of others. Han Deok-moon was different from his father and had no size of living. The man was a little vain and sloppy. Only after his father, Han Tae-soo, died, and instead, in the eighth year of Danggasan, Han Deok-mun was in debt beyond his power. This debt wasn't just to add to the livelihood. Handeokmun liked alcohol and gambling because it was vain and vain. A year's farming is a year's shortfall, and when I drank and gamble, I had nothing but debt rather than increase. The debt had to be paid. The only thing to sell was seven rice paddies. When Handeokmun finally decided to sell rice paddies because there was no way to move anymore after blocking debts here and there, rumors came out that Gilcheon, a Yongmal buyer, was buying a lot of land as a fortress. 그리고 값으로 말하여도, 썩 좋은 상답이면 한 마지기(200평)에 스무 냥으로 스물닷 냥(20兩以上[냥이 상] 25兩[냥] : 4圓以上[원이상] 5圓[원])까지 내고, 아주 박토라도 열 냥 (2圓[원]) 안짝은 없다고 하였다. The same was true of all the farmers in the vicinity who owned the land, but Handeokmun Gate's ears sparkled among them. It was double the market price.

Han Deok-moon, who liked drinking and gambling when he had to farm for a year, fell into debt that was overflowing with strength only five years after his father died and instead became Danggasan.

SUNGAP thought that Deoksoe laughed as he guessed it. So he said one more time, "You think Sue's a dog? Huh?…" "Is that yours?" Will you bring it back?" he asks. At the words, Deoksoe slowly became feverish. "By the way! Do you know Dong, a person who only carries other people's luggage day and night? It's all right. I'm sorry…… Do you want me to buy you a drink?" Deoksoe smiles with her nose, raises her head, and presses the crisis in the jeogori with her hands. It means how can you know that there is a hundred won in it. "Oh, by the way! I'm going to tell you the story of rice cake...… You don't drink alcohol?…… Come on, get me a drink, man…… "I didn't eat breakfast, so I'm going to die." Deoksoe did not do that, but he was trying to show a good opportunity, so he dragged SUNGAPE to the Jeonju house. Last night, Deoksoe herself was treated like that by Chun-sam, and overnight, she served her friend's hungry food like Chun-sam (I can't make it, but it will happen in the future). Deoksoe drenched himself, but Sun-gap had two or three cups of rice soup and five cups of rice, and even though he kept recommending more, he ate seven bowls of makgeolli as he was recommended. The two of them sometimes walk home, wrestling with the legs that I miss. Deoksoe's bargaining for the goods is staggered by one thing with Soongape on the frame, and Deoksoe thinks of a goblin and a pretty girl with 90 won in them, and the person who bought them goes to the store with a good health.

Soon-gap and Deok-soe, who ate seven bowls of makgeolli, headed home on their own legs.

On the day of the market, the eyes were wide open as to where he had a drink with the head of the judiciary. He tied the cow to the stake, and what he was thinking, and he sat in a daze in the shape of a bewildered fellow, and he said to this cow Palau, "I won't answer and I'll just keep my head in my mouth." I asked him how much he would get, and he asked me to sell it at the market price like a guy who doesn't want to. As for the cow, it was a very plump-looking, three-year-old female. When I hit Ongdurajiruda's buttocks with my belly, I made fun of your heels, and it was a beast that would be excited to plow the field with its walking arms and baby buttocks. It's obvious that hair like Gisaemi is oiled and glossy, and that the thigh, scallops, and Simtaeena, evenly attached flesh, has eaten quite well, and you're familiar with the idea that he's just now threshing out his back, and that he doesn't have any back, and animals. Is there anyone who wants to buy this cow, or is the one who dreamed of buying it after his wife last night? It's a self-fielding, paddy fielding, loading, or pulling a foot (a sled pulled by a horse carrying things), a nose hook, a mouth hook, or a back. When I shouted once and entered the courtyard of Eojeong-eo-jeong Sowoojeon, I was excited as if I had won the world. The person who lives by our connection is just excited and dancing automatically when he sees a good cow...….

Palau Hani asked for money according to the market price of a sturdy female cow tied to a stake.

At that time, Mrs. Kim looked at the groom's face, and as the slave said, his appearance was indeed fierce. Thinking of her poor daughter, who was reluctant to marry her ugly husband, Mrs. Kim couldn't even hide her body because it seemed to be filled with gold spears, but she couldn't do it because it was already like this, so she just touched her chest with both hands. Only after the wedding ceremony, Mrs. Kim quietly visited her father-in-law and said, "I thought you had the best talent in the world, but today, a poor person who had no duty to meet the groom, and I think it's more pathetic than buying a scary person." When Shin Pan-seo heard his daughter-in-law's words, he looked a little angry and said, "Now that you talk to me in a tone of resentment, what do you want me to do? I only saved the groom you wished for. Although the groom's year is now in a situation where the family is very desperate and insignificant, he did not guarantee that there would be no difference in my words, because in the future, it would be a great face to have five blessings.

Mrs. Kim felt sorry for her daughter, who had a fierce husband, and seemed to be carrying a gold spear.

A student at a vocational school recently confessed with emotion that he had experienced a second spiritual revolution after reading this book, "The Beginning of Love and Perception," by Hyakuzo Gurada. This book collected papers published over the years and compiled them into one book, so as if the first part of the book was corrected later, it seemed to be impossible to escape the spirit in the author's own preface, but that is rather lively and friendly to young people in their 20s. It will encourage the rise of youth-like life exploration and play a steady role of the "ladder" in higher reading. The author, Mr. Kurada, took a vacation in the mountains with Kitaro Nishida's "Study of Zen" in his youth, so these books should not only be re-read several times at a time, but also read them periodically every few years during his adolescence. Even with Dr. Nitobe Inazo's intelligence, I will read Carlyle's "Sartor Resorts" 17 times while on the cover, and I will read these books to experience that I don't know even if I read them. The second step is to thoroughly train humility and patience by learning that there are things that my intelligence will not know, and that I should read even if I don't know. I'll be back in the Bible next time. As the age grows, the environment changes, and after marriage and bereavement, it is a book that develops deeper and deeper day by day. This is the third paragraph, a book in which a person who is ignorant of his studies, and a person whose mind and life are pure as he is, opens the door of higher truth every day to provide the power of life.

The Bible is a book that develops deeply as the age increases and the environment changes, and the door of truth opens anew every day to provide the power of life.

"………………" At that moment, Ko Young-hoon caught up with something like a clue to a distant memory. But that was already ten years ago. It couldn't have happened either. It was a clue to useless memories, Younghoon said in his mind. "The character from the old story...…" "What?…" "Younghoon slapped me in the face......crying away...…" "Oh, as expected...?" "Do you understand?" "Oh, I think I know." It was a memory of rusting black as if it were a legend. It was a miracle for Younghoon that the distant memory was still alive in his cave-like voice. 'Thank you for remembering me.' '………………" "Younghoon!" "...……………" "Why aren't you answering?" "...……………" It was easy to answer. However, Younghoon rarely knows what kind of words to answer. "Why do you keep silent like him? Younghoon! Mr. Go!…" The woman's voice gradually intensified. "Go ahead and talk, Yeon-sook," Youn-hoon's tone gradually heated up without even realizing it. "I wanted to meet you once...…" "No, when did you come north-northwest?" "Three years ago, during the solar retreat..."… I've been looking for Younghoon's place, but I can't find out...… I didn't know you were there until a few days ago." "Where are you now?" "I'm hanging it at a pharmacy in Seodaemun." I know you don't want to meet me, but...…if you could meet me once……I'm going out to Jongno now. See you in front of Jonggak. I'll be waiting for you there." "Oh, in front of Jonggak...…" "How's it going……?" "………………" Younghoon looked at the clock. It's ten past twelve. I thought Eun-joo would call me, so I messed up for a while, and said, "Then I'll go there, too." "Then, I'll definitely...…" Younghoon hung up the phone.

It was like a miracle that Younghoon's distant memory of rusting black was alive in his voice.

However, he wore a nasty look and after that, he used his energy to eat me. If it's rude not to accept the potatoes that you give me, I just gave it to you. What's all this about "You don't have this at home. Nevertheless, we are dry and we grovel in our daily lives because we get baejae from that hand and make the ground. It was also the favor of Jeomsunne that we first entered this village and rented a house to be in trouble because we had no house, and built another house on it. And my mother and father also go to Jeomsun's house when the food runs during farming, and they diligently eat it, praising it to the point that there will be no such house as personality again. On the other hand, it was also my mother who warned me that the rumors of Dong-ri were sour when the seventeen-year-old things were attached to the naval forces. Because if I did something with Jeomsoon, Jeomsoon would be angry, and then we would have to leave the land and kick out the house. But this girl is trying to dry me up and kill me with her energy for no reason. It was the evening after shedding tears. When I try to go down the mountain with a load of trees, I hear a chicken die somewhere. As I came back behind Jeomsun's wool, wondering who was catching a chicken at home, my eyes became flat. Jeomsoon sat alone in my house's Bongdang, and all of them held our hen in front of the skirt, and said, "You chicken! Die, die." Isn't it like this. Even so, if you don't know it at all, you squeeze the cheek with your fist so that you can't even lay an egg.

Jeomsoon tried to kill me when she saw me.

However, no one tries to speak out as if they had made a promise not to say the cause of the relationship and that they missed each other. Even if they were friends who missed each other so much, they had to hide and keep secrets for their prestige. Should I take it off like this. But we miss each other! Looking at the strange movement of the psychology between us, I secretly peeked into his mind, thinking about what we had met on the streets of Gwanhun-dong. However, Cho said nothing else, saying, "One day, I passed by the streets of Gwanhun-dong, and I saw it as a military, but did the military not see me?" rather, he opened my mind. But I'm not the one to fall for what he says either. "I didn't even see the shadow of the military." "Didn't you see it?" It seems like you're not giving me much inside, and you're talking inside. "Cham must have passed in front of my house for some time because he was on the way, but he couldn't hear it at all." "You've been in the house for a while." Cho doesn't want to talk about him at all. We then went into Baa and talked about everything that we couldn't because we were drunk, but the story that we missed so much was not going to come out of anyone's mouth. When I think about it, it may be our secret to keep forever.

Cho and I, who were friends with him, talked about everything that we couldn't because we were drunk, but didn't say anything that we missed each other.

He asked his daughter, "Did you serve your dinner well?" and asked for his dinner. However, the statue of her father that the maiden brought was not an ordinary meal, but a large caddy was put in a small tray and removed. Yupji was surprised at his size, but he was even more surprised to see that his food table was different from ordinary people, and thought to himself, "Maybe he'll be eaten by him tonight," and sat down in the corner of the room without saying anything to look at his sympathy. The man said to the girl, "Treat that guest well and serve him kindly," and Yupji was so scared that she stayed the night with her eyes wide open, even though she was a beautiful woman who dared not speak a word. Nothing happened until the next morning. The man commanded the maiden, "Give the guests cooked food and give me raw food." The ugly picture was breakfast and whatever, and he had no intention of eating it, but he was afraid of being caught and eaten, so he trembled and decided to run away whenever he had time to run away. However, even if he tried to run away, he said he had no choice but to leave his fate to heaven because he had no chance, and he was still crouching in a corner. In the morning, the man ate a whole raw eggplant and crawled outside with his big body. It was late spring, and there were 10,000 Byeokdo flowers in front of the house's courtyard, making it seem like they were arguing with the maid of the owner's house, and the fresh green was thick to achieve the beauty of nature.

The man told the girl to take good care of her, but she couldn't say a word to her and did nothing until the next morning.

However, the scene that made me feel the most vivid reality in the movie site was, above all, the scene of a large army of famine slaying toward a train and the place where the army came due to looting and the place where Hwangchung's large army literally flows like a canal. In such a scene, the fate of the entire Chinese people approaches those who watch with a surprising reality rather than the fate of the Wang Rong family. Among them, when the people desperately fight against Hwangchung's large army, such as minor emotional struggles between individuals are extinguished for the whole, and all people unite to eradicate the enemy at hand. Here, there is a magnificent epic that struggles with humans and nature, and there is a record superiority of film art. If so, it is good to listen to André Malo, a French writer who sent the conqueror to the world under the theme of China. [The novelist created human = psychological destiny =, but reporting literature must reveal, organize, and grasp the fate that is more heavily covered on human heads] = He said this to [the necessity of reporting literature]. But isn't it something that one's literature has already carried out. In film art, it is necessary to express the will and power to fight in the face of fate and death. Therefore, it is no different from the intense expression of human survival instinct fighting in the chronicle of nature and life and death to lead things like movies [Arang] and [The Earth] to our powerful excitement.

The scene of a large army of famine slaying toward a train was one of the most vivid scenes in the movie's land.

"That's the Seongcheongang River. This is the bridge that looks open, that's the Manse Bridge. If I had come three days earlier, I would have had a good view. It's worth seeing. On the full moon of the New Year, it is called stepping on the bridge, so all H people have a custom of crossing that bridge once in a while. " A pointed and explained as he saw it. As it is a post office or a hospital, it explains each of the large houses that you can see. Hansung also voluntarily asked about anything new to his vision. If you see a regiment soldier, a prison, and a wide street, you ask each of the names and write down most things in your head. "Where is that? It looks so lonely over there." He stood with a broad chest as he pointed to a village outside H, where the forest was thick in the shape of a gun and a thin river was drawing a half moon in front of it. It was because A replied, "B-dong." "B-dong." It was the same neighborhood where, in A's words, a pure beauty like a white rose blooming alone in the evening - his favorite reader lived. 'Is that building B?' 'Why do I feel nauseous?' 'Crazy person! It'll make your heart throb…" Han Sung blushed as he spoke. "What's the woman doing in the grand joint?" Han Sung was most curious about that. Even so, he said, "Go, go," and tried not to bring it up voluntarily because he thought she might be suspected of suddenly stopping this road because she was here.

A pointed to Seongcheongang River and Manse Bridge and explained this and that as soon as he saw it.

"Joseon Literature" and I have no organic relationship with "Joseon Literature". It is neither Jiwoo nor Dongin. Even if there is a need to present a work, it is not because it has a special relationship with some "Joseon Literature." I only responded because there was a demand from the magazine manager, so it is no different from the attitude toward "opening" or "growth." This is something that can be guessed and understood even if it is not used here, but I cannot help but say a word because there is a person who tries to misunderstand. Therefore, the spirit and spirit of the "Cho Seon-mun" are not of interest to me, and Walsi Walbi is only a wind horse to me. In Happyeong, it's the host of the "Joseon Literature," and I didn't start it It's not like I said it either. In other words, it is a joint review of the "Joseon Literature" and not a joint review of Binghe. Therefore, the Walseonwalak about Happyeonghoe will also feel the same way. However, I will attack one person because there is something wrong and something wrong in what I said at the Happyeong meeting. It will eventually become a small disease to spread my words to Mr. Je, who gathered at the joint review meeting, or to attract me with complaints and complaints about others other than me. I'm sad for those who can't distribute anything and dig into disputes. Happyeonghoe is by no means a crystal - in other words, Gap is not a mixture of soldiers and soldiers into Dumungsuri, but an extension of Danpyeong from individual free will. Therefore, there is no joint responsibility at all at all. If the council inevitably says that it is a joint responsibility, I will definitely withdraw. If I can't handle any of my responsibilities, but I take on others' responsibilities, won't my weak bones bend. Or isn't it a pity if I sin against others because I'm poor.

It responded because there was a demand from the magazine manager, but there was no organic relationship with the Joseon Literature, and it was neither the eraser nor the East.

I also found it in a case that is much different from the contradiction mentioned above. In other words, critics of professional literature also completely deny ideology when criticizing opposing literary works, while on the other hand, "There is pressure from the enormity of the author's consciousness and spirit development," "Pilchi is indescribably fluent and lively," "It is not something to praise among the writers' natural talents and Yoontaek." - In response to this, Mr. Common Sense knows that then you will not say what you tried to deny the greatness of Shakespeare or Tolstoy's work. C. Catalan literature problem Last summer, Lim Hwa criticized Catholic literature, but in fact, Catholic literature did not even form a blind eye at the time, but it was a bit of a nervousness to criticize Catholic literature. The results were used only for the propaganda of Catholic magazines. In fact, at that time, in the works of Jeong Ji-yong, who edits Haeji, there was no catholicism other than modernism (recently, there were several other paintings besides grace), and even in that poem, it was not a catholic literary work. Other than that, there were psalms such as Heo Bo, but it was overlooked that they were only present as the same modernist writer. The exception is that there is no donor to pure human relationships, of course, modernism, a limited-class artist in the financial capitalist era, is likely to match the catholicism of absolutism, but recently, catholic literature has gradually begun to emerge. Kim Ki-rim's catolism was praised as a refuge for those who felt anxiety and concern in reality, and short-moon Lee Dong-gu's thesis on the problem of catolism literature and Jeong Ji-yong's poem were published. Therefore, Lim's criticism gradually becomes sophisticated and shows its value.

When Im Hwa criticized Catholic literature, Catholic literature was a nervousness because even the blind child was not formed, but after Kim Ki-rim's catholicism, arbitrary criticisms showed value.

Bongrye crossed the village with a child on her back, picked up pine cones that fell in the wind, beat Sakjeong of shallow trees, and raked in leaves, and collected leaves, making her think that she had to cross this pass at night. After deceiving a man who was sick and lying down to meet Oh Saeng-won.... However, on the other hand, he continued to come down while being beaten and beaten with tears, which he did not mean to do with the sad feeling of trying to save him who was sick. I sent my parents and my wife and children floating in the water, spat, and turned around with a winkLike Lee drinking the water again, Bongrye said at first, "If you die, you die, you die again..."' He made a firm decision, biting his tongue, but he couldn't help but think and think about it again and again in this poor village because he couldn't help but think about it again and again, so he couldn't help but wear a dog's porridge and get a cramp on his face. It was also broad daylight when Bongrye visited her second birthplace. At that time, the lady was asked to bridge and return only Yi Won, but Saengwon happily takes it off at once and ends up with love. I had no choice but to chase him with love and beg him, but he didn't listen very much, but he still didn't give me money, so he lowered his voice and hinted, "You know our pavilion that's over there at night? Come over there. I'll wait for you first," he smiles. In this way, if you want to meet Oh Saeng-won secretly from that day, or if you are desperate to spend money, you represent your body at Oh Saeng-won's house in advance that day.

Bongrye, who was returning from Oh Saeng-won's house, suddenly thought that she should cross this pass again at night.

"Well, do you have a mouth on you, son of a mouth on you? Why aren't you answering? How did you do that?" Kim shouted again. "The snake came and bit my foot...…." Samdol barely answered as if he were going into a rat hole. "BamBam? He's crazy! The snake's bite hurts. I've been knocked out for a day. What kind of snake is there again? He must have had a dream? Haha." Kim couldn't hold back his laughter because he thought it was funny at the last word. Samdol, who thought to himself, "Yeah, did I dream?" also smiled. Kim Jwa-soo, who saw Samdol smiling, commands again with anger and others. "What kind of laughter do you think you're doing well? - Go ahead and go again. It must have come out after the rain……." "Oh, my God!" Kim Jwa-soo's son Mandeuk, who was playing under the floor with his chick legs tied with a rope, pouted as he looked at Samdol. For Samdol, the sound of Mandeuk was even more difficult to hear. It seemed that the whole body was sinking into the ground as it became indisputably unpleasant and blushing to be laughed at by even a child who had a better car than himself. Mandeuk couldn't straighten her neck through the performance window, so she always snuggled her head to the left. When I saw Mandeuk's ugly face, which seemed to have dried up and dressed the scarecrow, Samdol's heart was filled with positive thoughts and hateful thoughts. Because of that, I wanted to kill him as soon as possible, considering that I was ordered to catch Baeam day and night. And I hated the doctor who came last time. If it wasn't for him, why would you go hunting for cancer? That's what I thought.

Samdol felt uncomfortable to hear Mandeuk's sneer, who snorted his head to the left, because he was uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Ki-jin: I like the phone. Probably the most weighty novel in the February issue of "Joseon Literature"! Ha ha. Everyone: Yeah, haha. Sang-seop: I'm afraid that Binghe's vitriol will come out. Hah, hah, hah. Nearby: I fell in love with several thrilling descriptions. NAVIN: For someone who hasn't been married, it's very imaginative. (Sang-seop is a bachelor until he is 30 years old.) Ki-jin: It's a good idea to braid the owner's hair! (At that time, Chun-won came in.) NAVIN: But will 'chaehong' sound come out because you're drunk? In front of such a wife...…. Jong-hwa: It will come out if you pay attention! Nearby: Sang-seop wouldn't come out if he was himself -- you don't know if he got a shot, do you? Hah, hah, hah. [Navin] In fact, the telephone is the best work in our literary world in the New Year. JINGEON: I'll give a speech. Sangseop's conversation is excellent, and his suggestions are also strange. For example, isn't it very good that Chae Hong hinted that her cheeks were red and her eyes were clear when she slept with Kim Ju-ju the night before? And Sang-seop's little beginning is confusing and gradually going out as if it were threaded, and the characters in the work are always likely to do something, so the reader is attracted to the taste without any explanation. But what are you trying to express in this work? It's not enough if it shows that he can't take care of the man, and the owner, Ah, answered the man's words like a woman in a girl's house. So the owner, the gisaeng, and the man are in a tight position between the two, and you can't stand it? Or if the man had wielded his master, I would be more interested.

It would be interesting if a man could not endure between the owner A and the gisaeng or wield the owner A because he did not know what he was expressing in this work.

I moved my chair to block the road and made frequent steps toward the door. But for a while, he was dumbfounded and stood there. In that short moment, lawyer Huh Chang-hoon must have reflected on what he did, but he ran out to the front door, and I thought about what I had been beaten and acted on. I was sad. Tears poured down the cheeks. I hit him, but I was more angry than when I was hit. I don't know how to wear shoes. In the rain, I walked through the paulownia, the old branch, and the salted trees to the side of the gate. The sound of calling Jung-sook comes from behind. Of course, Heo Chang-hoon is chasing. He is a leaf, a tree, a grass, and runs through the yard where it starts to rain without a moment. And hold me back and lay down before him, asking for forgiveness for the crime of dying. I thought I'd kick it. But after looking down at it for a moment, I turned him away and walked toward the gate. He comes after you again and puts out the envelope. I'm root-dementia, he throws me like a stick and runs away. I stood there crying for a long time. The rain fell harder. So you'll know what you did with the envelope. I bought cabbages, radishes, peppers, and salt. No, I bought garlic, water parsley, and oysters. I also bought salted soup. You ate salty kimchi for dinner and I ate it too. Oh, this is your friend. Your friend is better than Amy than Abby, who takes care of you for 10 years or 20 years.

I walked to the gate in the rain, called Jung-sook from behind, and Heo Chang-hoon chased me, grabbed me, and fell down and begged for forgiveness.

"Sister, tell me what you know. And let's study and discuss it." Renjun said this. "As long as I'm a servant in the house, I can't dig into it and find out, but something strange happened to the house two or three days before the incident." "What? What's coming?" Seo answered about this question. A couple of days before the pistol incident, a person came to visit the old lady of the house. Mrs. Norma was a person who didn't even meet most people. As a princess gisaeng in this city, he was a concubine when he was a princess, and the headquarters person left the world without resuscitation, and the gisaeng gave birth to a lion and now Chandu, so he became a crony, and has been the wife of the king for 30 years. Yanggwan, where Chandu lives, is a new life, but the inner room where the old woman lives is an old-fashioned life of the Joseon Yangban family, so there were not many visitors, and only shamans or people of similar class came. The person talked with the old lady for about half an hour and went back. I don't know what she was talking about, but after the person went back, the old woman showed a very restless sheep, making the family think it was strange. Noma-nim always slept alone because she hated people sleeping together near her house, but from that day on, she called in her bedmother and body servant to sleep together because she was scared of something.

Noma-nim was a gisaeng who was used by the old count as a concubine when he was an auditor of Gongju, and gave birth to Chandu, but the headquarter passed away without resuscitation and became a royal family on its own.

Two dansang (想斷) A long time ago, a musician cried one day at ease. So, when someone asked me why, I said it a long time later that I won't have any music tune anymore. The reason is that Doremi Pasolashi cannot be made up again because it is made by old composers who cook and paste so much with seven notes. But now the musician has taught us the most valuable meaning while saying the stupidest things. Seven notes can express every sound in the world. Even now, it will continue to be so, but we don't know how true the seven notes have or how immortal they are. Twenty-five letters of the Korean alphabet or twenty-six Western alphabets can express the many complicated, made, and disappeared. Such a simple thing has a heartfelt meaning and a permanent truth. There is a saying that falls on the flat ground. What kind of madman falls on the flat ground. However, we often do things that are not as bad as falling on the flat ground. Or there are many things in the world that they see and know as such. There are many things in the world where extremes and extremes fit together mysteriously. Or there seems to be a person who said that Yu is like nothing. I try to find what's there when there's nothing. People in the world will laugh if they find what's in what's not there. But once upon a time, when Columbus was about to discover the Americas, humans did not have America. But it was only in Columbus. That has come to the whole of humanity today. Likewise, all scientists, all philosophers and artists have the power to find what is not there. This is what we call the power of creation.

Scientists, artists, and philosophers have the power of creation, just as humans have America that was not there at the time.

Jeongjin and Jeongjin Kim Gyo-shin Christianity is the threshing bell. It is not done on the faith's own, but it is saved by the service of Jesus Christ. It teaches that Jews can get what they did not get even after reversing the law by believing only the cross of Jesus. Therefore, Jesuitism is called the Gospel. It is said that all you have to do is repent and believe in Jesus' name, even if you have not built up the ascetic practices and red virtues revered in paganism. There could be no better news for those who carry the heavy burden of man. However, the 'Gospels' never affirm the life of futility and the life of self-indulgence. Even if the ancestors of the Old Testament era and the predecessors of Buldo Yuga try hard, they can reach a place that the dragon could not reach, and it does not mean that such efforts are very unnecessary. Therefore, Jesus said, "Don't think that I'm here to abolish the law or the prophet, I'm not here to abolish it, I'm going to make it complete... I said to you, "If you are no better than the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter heaven." (Matthew 5.1720). It is truly pathetic that there are many groups who are self-defence as if they have dug up the essence of the gospel by following the size of the Buddha, emulating the retrograde of the Confucian family, and just doing the life of self-defense. It is deplorable that the disease is prevalent, especially among young people. Someone who is faithful to the life of faith said. "You have to lose a nap every morning to believe in Jesus." Someone else said, "It would be easier to tear down Bukhansan Mountain and fill the Han River, so it is impossible to believe in Jesus." The early morning sleep is sweet. Even if you lose that sweet sleep, you have to spend the clearest and most tranquil time in prayer. Prayer is not only an instrument of what is necessary, but rather a history of killing the vivid self with the salt of the Holy Spirit. Just as kimchi is pickled with salt, it is another burial of the rehabilitated self in the first hour of the morning. The greatest thing about believing in Jesus is to kill this self, so it is more difficult than actually moving Bukhansan Mountain. The work of reciting the Bible is also important. The abundance of faith life is proportional to the abundance of God's words, and it is the closest thing to memorizing the words even in the middle of a dream. Therefore, I will try my best to recite the Bible every day, or even every few days. There are not only one or two other ways to devote faith, but brothers and sisters, I hope you don't have a day of death without faithfulness. (May 1939).

Christianity teaches you to believe only in the cross of Jesus by gaining salvation through the service of Jesus Christ, so you can also call it the gospel, repent, and believe only the name of Jesus.

There was a lot of food piled up in the kitchen and the fruit room, and I was busy making one-side dishes. Mrs. Park, who is big, went back and forth wearing a dishcloth skirt for the first time in a long time to take the general command, grabbed this person, cracked down, and rushed him, so she came here and there. If it's not a big memorial service, it'll be a celebration. However, there was no great memorial service in this house to brag about in October. If so, it would be a 60th birthday party or marriage, but tomorrow is Mrs. Park's birthday, even if it is not 60th birthday. Marriage? Only Junho is a child, and his marriage was held in the past spring, but...… A luxurious procession is crossing the field in front of the house from a low pass called Beomgogae Pass to the south. A small Cho Lip-dong, dressed in a pink robe and male pleasure, sat in front of him, followed by Palpaegyo, who was covered in leopard in a kiln, followed by the humiliation of a heavy horse, and then sat high on a wind-an (glasses) on a namba, followed by a man and a man, including a combination and a tropical burden…… Anyone could see that the new road from the bride's house to the groom's house was nowhere to go. On top of that, when crossing the hill, there was no doubt that the najol, who was divided into two sides of the groom's body with a Cheongsachorong on the battlefield gun, said, "Uh - Guhe-" in unison. When I heard the sound of Gyeonma-seong, I was busy with a new nursery rhyme that a new road was coming in the house.

The accumulation of food in the kitchen and the department of this house would be a big celebration or a memorial service, but there were no big rituals and it was not a 60th birthday party.

"Let's have a drink!" 'I don't drink anymore.' 'Then why did Capin come in?' 'Oh, I came because I had someone to meet for a while.' 'Who is that?' 'Well.' I already knew his mind, so I didn't feel the need to ask him again. "Come on, let's have a drink after a long time." 'Well, I don't drink anymore.' 'So you can't have a drink?' My voice could not be raised. Min-gun, who looked at his appearance, drank a glass without saying anything. I poured the wine back into the glass. However, the civilian army never lifted the glass again and took off the bottom. "Are you sure you can't eat?" I handed the glass that I had poured unknowingly to his chest and hugged it. 'This guy is crazy!' 'Mercy? Do it again.'…?" My hand raised the collar of the civilian army. He didn't sit still either. Each of us hugged each other so that we wouldn't lose. By the way, sir! I was not originally stronger than Min, but somehow Min fell down on the table with his waist on the table. Thus, the civilian army turned its eyes upside down and failed to come to its senses. I know, it must have been noisy in the cafe. It was a real shame that the spectators gathered. By the way, sir! Since it was so noisy in the room, the party that was humming outside opened the door and found out that it was the seven of our gang. I guess they came with the civilian army and avoided me, but they were waiting for him to come out. Teacher! How could their attitude be the same as Min-joon's.

Min's voice rose when he said he was not drinking, and Min, who looked at my appearance, drank a glass without saying anything.

Ahn Hae gently opened the door and saw that he hadn't fallen asleep yet, so he came in carefully and sat by his bedside. It's a blush with a long story to tell. "How can the weather be so nice?"" The sound of worrying as if talking to oneself is all understandable. "You're late, so why don't you stop making kimchi?" "...……" He smirked as if he had nothing more to say, and then said, "There's nothing to be late yet. Tsk! It's so serious, is there a place that sells some kimchi in the neighborhood?" "...……" "And then...…" Worries about making kimchi are actually passing by, and it seems that it is the time to talk about passing by. "……Well, last night, oh……" "Did you hear the fox cry?" "...……" "On the mountain ahead, last night...…" "………" "Fox, I'm going to cry! In the middle of the night...." "Will a fox cry at night or during the day?" I can't hear it and get sick. I'm surprised last night, but it's already been a month and every evening. Every evening, a noble beast cries for a meal in the cemetery across the street. at two or three o'clock in the evening. I don't know how to be creepy and sinister. Still, I didn't reflect such words because I was worried about what to do because they were son-in-law women. "Well, my brother says……" Anhae soon sat down in silence, and even though he was scared, he made a platform and connected it again. "……Hadoo, I can't be embarrassed because things aren't going well, and you're worried about it...…" "…………" "Always drawing, and the dream is also Sabap-gu, Ddoo…"…" "…………" "It's because a mean beast is so stingy..."…" "…………" "So, uh, brother says, oh, well, let's just...…" "…………" You must have said anything before, but you repeatedly said that your brother-in-law intervened between them, so you didn't know you were being careful, so the great man pressed behind you at the end, "Don't look at me, don't you care?"

When Ahn Hae came into the blue flower with something he wanted to say and said that a fox cried on the mountain in front of him last night, he was furious, saying, "Do you cry at night and cry during the day?"

The conductor came, took the money from Elizabeth, and went back with a whimper. Men's eyes sometimes fly over Elizabeth. Elizabeth knew that they were looking sideways secretly. Whenever the men saw her, Elizabeth wanted to see her side, too. But it was not implemented at all. During this time, the tram stopped in front of S Hospital. Elizabeth got off the tram with a regretful thought. A gaze follows him He calculated. The rain turned into a boss rugby. When he got out of the cart, he realized that his mind was heavy. He wanted to go back home. It seemed impossible to enter the hospital. He looked at the tram tracks, wondering if there was a tram going by home. There was no tram in his sight. He had no choice but to enter the hospital and go to the waiting room. After going to the gojigi and filling in the address and age, as he looked around the room, he saw a baron stuck in one corner in Elisabeth's eyes. Elizabeth soon went to the baronet's side, as she seemed to have met a native somewhere else. However, the two were also not dead. Elizabeth was blinded and looking at a flock of flies on the wall. After a few people's turn, the man-in-law came out and said, "Mr. Kang Elizabeth," and Elizabeth rose to her feet. There was a throbbing sound in the chest. 'What should I do?' he muttered to himself, unconsciously following the inmate into the examination room. The baronet followed suit.

Elizabeth knew that men were looking at her with a sidelong glance, and she wanted to see it, but she couldn't carry it out.

How will his fate unfold after this. A man who kills is a law to die, and he will of course be sentenced to death. Then is there enough evidence to stop. Did he stab Yeonhee to death. He didn't kill, who killed him. Can't there be a lot of evidence. He had to kill Yeon-hee by any means. There's one thing I've met once to kill. At that time, he couldn't kill him because he was weak, but he even vowed to kill him next time. Then I went into Yeonhee's room that night when I slept with everyone. He came out of the room with a bloody dagger. In other words, the time when Yeon-hee died fits forever. There is no loophole in the evidence. There is no way to escape the punishment. It will be a wide and wide world, but no one will have the power to save Xi'an. But it was Yuri who was even more pitiful. Yuri followed her mother upstairs before the detectives came in. My nerves, which were trembling with fear, became paralyzed, and even when I cried, my tears dried up already. On the first night of the most precious and blessed in the life of a man, in the life of a woman, the body as spotless as a jade, the heart as clear as crystal, trembles in fear and withers in sorrow! I didn't expect it to be a cause and motivation for a disgusting sin! Even the maiden's clean pride was subjected to an indelible snatch of charges, and I never thought I would bear the evil fate of falling down before the buds bloom! What did you mean. Even if his thoughts were crazy, his pain would have been even worse, but his startled chest and his angry head did not give him time to think carefully. It is shaped like a bird in the rain, and when you sit in front of the window, the outside of the door moves up and down.

However, the more pitiful person was Yuri, who followed her mother upstairs, and her nerves were paralyzed by fear and tears were paralyzed.

In other words, our blood's red blood cells, white blood cells, are creatures that eat, breathe, fight, unite, and reject, but we are not microorganisms that refer to cells from our intestines to tendons, shells, hair, nails, and toenails, so our healthy body is one country. It is a large group of hundreds of millions of people (?) who live in a tangled mess and divide their labor. Because it is a large group, there are revolts and foreign invasions, which become diseases. Then death comes when one part of the people who are united becomes weak and inflamed. The man and wife who met each other on the way come It's like being scattered. Would it be better to unite like this or to be comfortable like that? Even if we try to fix our lives in various ways, it is us who break up and meet again and again. There is no benefit to being rich, and being born as a beauty is different from what I thought. Nothing is complete and everywhere is flawed and empty. The living die and the young grow old. What was there goes away and what was fun becomes bland. If you eat sweet things, your throat is curled and your head is puffy after you get drunk. Although the love between men and women is said to be the extreme joy of life, it is also like being drunk, followed by mental distress and physical exhaustion. If you raise your son and daughter with great hope and great effort, you will not become the same child as you believed at what point you ate. A close friend changes his mind and the love between his husband and wife opens up.

The red blood cells of our blood, white blood cells, are creatures that eat and breathe, and there is no microorganism called cells from our intestines to tendons and shells, so our bodies are one country and one universe.

"Oh, look at that damn thing. I like all of our Sunyoung, but I'm going to get tanned because I have a bad mouth." "Then what?" Why are you still so young, so brush your hair gently, and even if you don't, put on some cream, well, what are you going to paint on your lips. You should dress up a little, but since you're always like a goblin, is there anything else outside of goblin?" "Ouch, do the spoils. I guess you're putting on powder on top of this? Then I look like a real goblin. Don't worry about me. I hope you put on some powder." "It's pretty even if I don' Because I'm still young." It was this kind of Seon-young. So, not to mention Tae-soo, even if his wife doesn't see Sun-young for a few days, our Sun-young is as if she is waiting for her daughter. - I'm that close to Sunyoung. Even after graduation, Sun-young came to play as often as before (sometimes more often than before) and came back, made fun of his wife, rolled her up, pushed her away, pushed her home, rubbed her laundry, and hung her out, and took Chang-ho out to buy clothes and shoes. Yes, once, Tae-soo's wife asked to have a foster daughter at the end of her speech, and Sun-young at that time answered like this while shaking her head. "I don't know if I'm married, but I can't now." "Why do you have to get married?" "Isn't it a big deal if I chose my mother without getting married and I fell in love with you?" It was Sunyoung like this.

Sun-young shook her head when Tae-soo's wife, who was waiting for her daughter even if she couldn't see her for a few days, tried to make Sun-young shook her head.

"Aren't you ashamed to say that? No matter how late your cousin is, you have no idea how late you are to tear the house apart, and after years of mourning for your ancestors, what's wrong with you when we end the meeting like this? Where did my brother go? The main spindle is normal. What would happen if the family was in that shape?" An old man who sat next to him stepped up indignantly, saying, "Honey brother, don't say that. What did he do wrong? This and that are all Jinhae's fault, and he did his best." The old man who was speaking first gave a gong and said, "What do you have to say that he is not at fault?" "Brother, you should listen to me and say too much." He called one of the boy's family members, and the letter was written. Ham Jin-hae, who was foolish and foolish, did not regard his cousin as a money-seeking person, and he thought that he would disturb him so that it would not be a big house every time the letter came, so he added a head of state. I read the letter one by one in accordance with the year and month, and I was desperate for each letter, and every phrase, and even a wooden stone could be touched, so I first wrote it in a letter, but it is sad that the custom of not making progress in the country occurs due to the bewilderment! The wisdom of our yellow race is no less than that of the white race, how did you reach the point of destruction today? There must be a connection. In our East, since Dangwoo, he has revered the sky and sacrificed to ghosts to crack down on the will of the people at once, so strange scholars created a discussion of the five acts and called themselves Gil-hyeok-hwabok, so the worse the disaster and Sang-seo's empty words confronted each other, the worse the evil words were made. It is good to manipulate the rights of heaven and earth ghosts to give and take away, and to die and live in reality, and to abandon brightness and seek darkness, and to give up a person to bring disaster and fortune for ghosts. On his stomach, he will not only look at the bewildered state of the ignorant, defeat all the evil groups, wipe out all the strange words such as ghosts in the rain, measure the sky, cross the sea, know everything, build a hundred temples, and preserve the countryside.

An old man who sat next to him complained that he was ashamed of his brother-in-law, and defended him, saying it was Jinhae's fault.

How nervous must I have been. Sometimes the teacher's words made me more nervous. And the more nervous I was, the weaker the music that came from me became. I sometimes thought of the scene that was on fire. And I tried to understand the emotions that I felt at that time. But that, too, failed. Sometimes, with extraordinary passion, I drew a note and took it off, and after a few hours I read it again, there was only a concept that had no power. My heart gradually began to feel heavy. And I felt sorry for the teacher who had high expectations. "Music is different from crafts, so you can't make it when you want to make it at will, so when you feel at ease and slowly become moved...…." The teacher's words of consolation seemed to eat my flesh. But my mind only seemed to me that there was no opportunity for powerful music to come out of me again. In the meantime, months have gone by. One night, my heart was so heavy and I felt uncomfortable as if my heart was full of something, so I went out for a walk. As I walked around, moving my heavy head, heavy chest, and heavy legs aimlessly, I found a large grain of rice straw somewhere. I don't know how to describe my psychology at this time. I was nervous and excited as if I had met some scary enemy. I took a look at the slope, and ran to it, drew a fire, and set it. And suddenly, I got scared and turned around and ran away, and when I ran to Mulzzi Ghani and turned around, the fire was already burning up in the sky. Whack, whack, yah, yah, yah, yah, you could hear people crying out. I went there again, watched the sight of the straw flying up in the terrible fire, tearing down the house in succession on the creek, and suddenly came home excited.

I tried to repeat my feelings thinking about the scene that was on fire, but the teacher's words made my heart nervous and the music weak and failed.

In fact, I came out of the house, but I have a lot of places to go. With no family members on the floor of Seoul and no close companions, he could not find a house to visit. So, I felt even more that it was a lonely situation. I've never hated my husband like this this evening. The more you do, the more your mind becomes agitated and starts to heat up beyond your reach. The more you walk alone on the dark autumn night streets, the more you get. Gil-gil, who had never dreamed of making eye contact with even a stranger, bought a pack of matches from a corner of the hill and began to visit the house, appealing for a plaque. Judging from the fact that the street has been lowered in order, five more rental houses are about to become the old woman's house, and a shadow of a person appears in front of the gate that seems to be the house, and it must be a woman, not a man. I'm not a young man no matter how much I look at him It is obvious that he is an old man, but the closer he is, the more old he is. I've already guessed half of what you said. When I came to find a house that I had never visited before at night, I thought it was obvious that I had come to this old man without being able to collect my excitement because of something common as a woman's anger, and then I was conscious that I wouldn't miss an animal as if I were crawling into the trap." The old woman's words were as if they were guessing the truth of the heart, so I was rather glad to see the old woman's strange look and nonsense that she felt nervous about the night she had already made up her mind.

Although he left the house, he didn't have a good house to visit, so he had never hated his husband like this evening, and he felt more lonely.

Deliver Jesus Christ Kim Gyo-shin We have never academically studied whether the Seventh-day Sabbath Church is a true Christian church. However, they call themselves Christians and have the most orthodox faith than Presbyterianism, and I guarantee that they interpret the Bible the most legitimate in the morning, evening, night, day, and day, and speeches as "sleeping," explaining to old ceramics, and cracking down on the church for decades. The Sabbath theory was already concluded by the Lord Jesus' words, "The Sabbath is for man, and the Son of Man is not for the Sabbath, so the Son of Man also becomes the master of the Sabbath." But they cannot "sleep" without supplementing the Lord's theory of the Sabbath. Therefore, we who adore the Lord Christ but do not adore the Sabbath cannot be interested in their meeting. There will be no objection to the fact that "sacrifice" is one of the great elements of Christianity, but just as there is a special proximity to the holy church, it will be "sacrifice" at dawn prayer meetings, "sacrifice" at evening social gatherings, and it will make traders proud of "sacrifice." Where Christ appears, the Holy Spirit follows, so if the Holy Church ascends the Lord Christ, who is reluctant to become a Holy Christ. Assume that it is necessary to be a church or organization. Like the large denominations of Joseon today, it is a constitution, so look at it as it is a day and night organization from the association and the party association to the banquet and the general meeting. What are the benefits of believers. Therefore, emphasize Jesus in Sunday and three-day services, and mainly convey and express Christ at banquets and general meetings, and do other affairs as a side job. Exalt Jesus, the Jangam, and Christ, the Holy See and the Sabbath, should be the main characters. Then we will also become Presbyterian and Sabbaths while yielding to the small interests of each faction. Communicate Jesus Christ clearly without you or me. That's the Alpha of Christianity, Omegani. (August 1936).

Academically, there is no need to study whether the Seventh-day Sabbath Church is a true Christian church, but it is said that they are not only self-proclaimed Christian but also traditional faith that they cannot endure the strange feeling of attending their rallies.

In addition, Hyung-ri said something after the investigation, but what I went to Seoul afterwards to find out was that there was no inquiry of status from the Literary Society of Korea from the Kaesong Police Station. "The other three are still young in Nialla, and not only are they afraid of the leader of an ex-convict, but they will also be damaged when they work for the country in the future, right?" "Yes." "You have to be extra careful and more loyal to the country." "Yes." "If there is anything unpleasant, then I won't forgive you?" "Yes." The young son of the richest man in Kaesong, who controls the police station with money and acts like a detective or a policeman, was asked by my brother-in-law and friend to call the two detectives to drink, and he scratched his feet and locked them up. It may have been rewarding, but it seemed that the decisive thing was also a postcard of the Literary Society. Among the answers to the Writers' Association, the important thing was that there were many gates temporarily decorated to advantage me on the spot, but anyway, it was this individual incident that actually learned what the interests of sovereignty of cooperation between Japan and Japan were. Even if I didn't go out right away, I wouldn't drag my neck out with a calf and walked out without avoiding the lecture at the so-called U.S. Demolition People's General Assembly because I knew what the profits of cooperation were like.

Through the Kaesong incident, I learned what the profits of sovereignty called cooperation with Japan are like.

Bosan is ready to defeat the enemy. The first letter written on ink and pen manuscripts is angry at the appearance of oja. The hand of Bosan, who runs to Bosan's heart and throws the paper in the middle of the yard is twisted, but SS fell within a very close range this morning and thought about it It doesn't matter if you leave it as it is, and if you don't know if it's a coincidence or not, it doesn't matter if you leave it as it is, and if you don't know how many times you've fixed it, it's the same, but if you don't think it's a successful and refreshing letter, it's hard to write it It was. - "SS, ask your wife what kind of person I am. Your wife is not a beautiful woman at all." - If you listen to what happened to the strange sound and think it's definitely a festival day, the world's oldest watch hung in Bosan's room is the most effective thing a watch can do with a magnificent formality. Bosan got up and left the doorway and saw something strange before the thought of putting the letter in SS's doorstep was blocked. Charcoal and red pepper were hung from the rope hung across the main gate of SS' house. Where is the scandal in this world? SS is indeed the most pitiful person in the world, so after deciding to stop acting absolutely to SS, it is the yard of Bonibo Mountain that Bosan walks around, saying, "There is a very sad heart." (The end).

Seeing charcoal and red peppers hanging from the gate of SS's house, Bosan decided to stop acting on poor SS.

King Sang (inje is King Taesang), who held a jade like a scarecrow and held it alone, was finally furious at this. In terms of merit, generosity, or dignity, he is a new king who has no shortage of the king's qualifications, but in view of Lee's future eternal policy, King Taesang was so unpleasant that he was not well received for a while after the report was made. "Very poor," he said as if displeased with the federal government, spitting in vain. Since then, the so-called Hamheung Chasa incident has occurred. King Taesang, who could not see the god king of disloyalty, filial piety, and subtitle, did not regard the king as a king. The new king, who inherited the throne of King Hyeong, sent Munansa Temple to King Taesang of the main palace of Hamheung because he needed to bring a jade to secure your position. However, King Taesang had never met the Munansa Temple. If the group of people running from afar was already presumed to be Munansa Temple in Seoul, Munansa Temple had never reached the palace gate because it was shot with a bow prepared next to it. Whenever he shot and knocked down Munansa Temple with a bow, King Taesang hid his inner thoughts with a big smile in front of the bodies, but his easy-to-move mind was already in pain when he was nearly 70 years old. "Another guy!" However, the king in Seoul sent Munansa Temple, who did not know how to return, as if to compete with King Taesang.

King Taesang, who did not consider King Sin as a king, never met King Sin's Munansa Temple, which was sent to Hamheung's main palace.

Early in the morning in Berlin -- I spent eight months in Paris early and spent the next two years touring Europe and America, and once in Berlin, Germany, and once in New York, the United States, celebrated the New Year. Western countries have New Year's celebrations and gifts on Christmas, making it impossible to distinguish between Christmas and Songguyeongshin. Therefore, it is often written in a congratulatory letter as well. In early December, pine trees lined up at the store's head, and in it, they sell present and open to the present city, where women and women buy a package while shaking. That's why the road is filled with the children. Indeed, the scene is worth seeing. It's New Year's Eve. My landlord's wife bought a beer and came in, pecked her hand in the oven and sobbed. I was surprised and asked where it was damaged. S, who was next to you, winked. I went to S and whispered in his ear, "I think of my dead husband, so let it go." I'm already tearing up. She stops crying for the three of us, puts flowers on the table, lights candles, sets beer and wine, and prepares meat. We sat around, talking about this and that, laughing at the lady. It's outside 12 p. The quiet night is also solemnized by the ringing of St. Mary's Church bells in all directions. The owner's wife holds a glass. We heard it, too. Everyone stood up and celebrated the New Year. The owner's wife quickly runs away to the kitchen. We followed after that. He melts the lead he prepared over the fire, brings spoons and cold water, and asks us to take a spoon of the melted lead and put it in a cold bowl. Then he sees the shape of lead solidifying in cold water and tells me that you're going to be rich, that you have a lover, that you're going to succeed. It was so much fun.

The owner's wife told us to put a spoonful of melted lead in a cold bowl and told us to fortune-telling while looking at the shape of lead hardening in cold water.

About ten minutes later, Pil-ho called. Mackenzie's pedestal has decided to accommodate × Jung ×'s house (the owner is currently traveling and empty). As a result of discussing with experts in the four worlds to evaluate the weapon awl of the murder of the armature, Dr. Seo can borrow it for only one night. The fact that the awl was now taken by a police officer to Dr. Seo's apartment was these three stories. After hanging up the phone with Pil-ho, Ren-jun called to find his sister and asked her to come to the miscellaneous exhibition outside the back gate of Count Yoon's house at 8 p.m. and meet him for only 30 seconds. The work went smoothly. Looking ahead to the LC Party's pleural effusion, Renjun started a head-on competition with the LC Party. About half an hour later, a police sergeant brought an awl. When Seo In-jun came to the piano class after visiting a few more places, it was about 10 p.m. at night. Soon after, a member of the LC Party's sacrificial level was attracted. Immediately imprisoned it. After waiting for a long time, Kim So-chun, the object of the day, was finally attracted to Ahn. When he said to Sochun, "Please sit there," Renjun's face was so stern and chilly that it was rare to see him. Sochun sat down without hesitation. Renjun said to his party members, "Go to another room and wait for them." In this room, I usually go to the lower room where I can't hear the voice." "Now, So-chun, in your party, the order of the executive is absolute obedience to ordinary party members, right? We are also in the general public, and no one else can hear what we talk about with Mr. Sochun in this room. First, let Mr. Sochun know it and secondly." Renjun tapped his pocket.

When Kim So-chun was brought in a long time after imprisoning a member of the LC Party, In-jeong ordered his party members to go to the lower room where they could not hear the voice.

Yunbi's lack of culture was not the only test. In addition to the lack of culture, the stubbornness, grumpiness, and the public are out of place, and the nine people who help the deacon have no day to be comfortable, and later secretly hate the heavy duty and have a bad wish to be hated by the Ingam Mama. Some conspiracy cannot help but be plotted against the obligatory and clever nine people in this heart. No matter how clever Yunbi was, he was rough in nature and narrow in opinion, so Pilkyung had to dig his own grave in the conspiracy of nine people. Simply put, it is to drive a wedge between Sungjong and Yunbi. Seongjong was kind in nature, but he was not humble in keeping the law, and he often spent time with various scholars because he admired literature, so he rarely ate it in the sedimentation of the Junggung Palace, and his health was not smooth. Some of them cleverly used this peculiarity of the king to persuade the lieutenant as if he were less willing to settle the lieutenant and had a cold attitude of friendship because there was a meaning that the inlaid mother thought separately. Yoon Bi, who is so speculative, and the sexual desire to protect only the workshop on the day of fiction exploded, creating a scandal close to hysteria. When the inlaid man enters the civil war by chance, he cries and weaves about this and that, as well as scratches and tears the face of his husband, the king.

Yunbi not only had a hard time without culture, but also had a bad wish that he would secretly hate the queen and have a mistake and be hated by the inlaid mother.

Now, what should I do about this, how should I treat it. Mr. Hong also sweated beads. Usually, stomach acid was given to hungry people, but stomach acid would be useless to this patient. When I asked for opium, Hong, who did not know the maternal, fetal, and physiological relationship there, could not do it because he was worried about the aftermath. Hong washed his sweat, touched his stomach, touched his stomach, and washed his sweat. I opened the electric machine. The husband of the patient who sat around, and his mother-in-law looked at each other's faces as if they were relieved when they saw this machine. The treatment has begun. In fact, if he had a chance at this time, Mr. Hong would not have hesitated to escape through the back door. The timid Hong rubbed the patient's stomach with a machine while shaking his hands with sweat. So, when he was distracted and rubbed (unexpectedly for Hong), the patient fell asleep in silence. Hong, who discovered that he had fallen asleep, looked into the patient's eyes and suddenly felt pride as a therapist, repaired the machine and raised his head. The low quality and anxiety of earlier disappeared like snow. Mr. Hong's attitude of dusting with a handkerchief a couple of times after covering the lid of the machine had the same dignity and pride as an improved general. After that, I still woke up by touching the glasses on my nose after finding a few bags of antipyrin for the pre-meal medicine and stomach acid for the after-meal medicine. So when he reached the door to return to the guest house after receiving many honors and tributes, the little owner of the house followed him and found him. Mr. Hong's heart sank. So when I pretended not to hear it and tried to leave, the small owner who followed me to the door finally caught Mr. Hong.

When Mr. Hong treated the patient's stomach with an electric machine, the patient fell asleep with a quiet breathing sound, and Mr. Hong found the patient asleep and recovered the machine.

Under the title of "Hamlet of Existence," New York Times magazine reports that Sartre's new works, "Dirty Hands Sales, Dirty Hands," and "Crime Passionel, Crime of Passion," are popular in Paris and London, and that next season in New York will feature his "Red Gloves." This is based on the life and inner side of Hamlet-type communists. From this point of view, we can see that Sartre's existentialism is a hit in Gurapa and the United States, but why is Sartre's work, which appeared in the French as a German advance, welcomed in a transition country like the United States? This is in common with the fact that the world, which is confused with mental anxiety in the war, points out in a genre, and refers to the low level of the independent cultural background of Americans. The movement of existentialism is not known to what extent it is now except for Sartre, but this year, Vienna-born painter Henry Connor, introduced by 005.10's "Life," now adds various elements of existentialism to painting in the United States. Sartre delivered a speech at the UNESCO Conference, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, at the Sorbonne University on November 1, 1946. On this day, Cafe de Flor seemed to have moved to the university. Sartre said the following words under the gist.

The New York Times magazine reported that Sartre's Red Gloves will be staged next season in New York.

"But I have to go back, what should I do?" Yeon-sook quickly looked up and said, "You don't want to, but...…just give me a hug like you used to." "……?……" Younghoon silently looked down at Yeon-sook's pitiful look, who looked at her with a serious expression and a tearful face. "Just once..."You'll never break up after hugging him once." Yeon-sook quietly raised herself and touched the hem in front of Younghoon's suit jeogori in a child shape of a child. 'I have a fiance.' 'I'm not saying it without knowing.' Younghoon lost his eye and said in a bewildered tone, "Yeonsook, let's go back quickly!" "It would be painful if you loved him, but..."…But what's so painful about a hug?" "Oh, Yeon-sook...…" Younghoon stood tall in the shape of a stone Buddha and closed his eyes quickly. "I've been looking for it for three years in Vietnam...…" Yeon-sook kept stroking Younghoon's chest with her palms. "I don't know if I don't know my fault, but...In this empty heart...…it's my feeling of being a beggar. It's not already the arrogant and colorful old Yeon-sook." Still, Younghoon stood there with his eyes closed. "Yeonsook!" "Yes?"…" Yeon-sook raised her eyes and looked at Youn-hoon with her eyes closed. "Don't make me cry by saying sad things! My feelings forgive you, but my reason cannot hug you. Let's think of everything as fate and go back like this." "Maybe...?" Yeon-sook bit her lips and said, "You're cold-hearted You... My heart has become so shabby and poor...It's all my fault, but...…if you feel any pity for me, let's just give a penny to a passing beggar...…" "My feelings have already forgiven you. But don't make me betray one's sincere affection." Younghoon quickly opened his eyes. Yeon-sook smiled lonely and said, "I won't cry anymore. And I'm not going to overdo it at all. I'm now a man with no pride. Younghoon was a diligent person. You're hard-working. There is nothing I can do about Inje." Then they picked up the handbag and said, "Come on, I'm going now." They soon left the fairy. The stars glow in the dark night sky.

Yeon-sook touched the front of Youn-hoon's suit jacket, asking for a hug as before, but Youn-hoon silently looked down at Yeon-sook's tearful face.

Josin then looked back at Dalrye and the children. I was a little attracted to them, but now I pressed my heart hard and opened my mouth again because it was not mine. "Moryeason, after this body has gone, please get these things out of hand. Please turn around so that you don't starve to death or be treated as a sinner's child. When he said, "The grace is paid back in detail," Josin felt the warmth of his ice-cold body. Then warm tears flowed unstoppably from both eyes. I cried because I felt it even more every month and the moon. But it was a warm, gentle sadness, if not sad. Morye's eyes were wet, too. As he closed his eyes still, he did not even want to wash away the tears that flowed down his white cheeks like jade. The room was still. The heavens and the earth were still. It is said that when a middle-aged man immediately realizes and expresses his desire for glory, the world of Samcheon Daecheon is shaken in six ways, and the flames of hell are temporarily rested. I don't know how many years have passed during this silence. Morye soon raised her hand and wiped away tears from her face, saying, "Great Ambassador Josin, I understand. Thank you for returning to the true heart of the Bodhisattva. If you get lost, you're a middle-aged man If you realize it, you're a Bodhisattva, and the ambassador is a Bodhisattva. I have seen Buddha in tears in the words of the ambassador. In this room, the third-generation Zeble Bodhisattva of Sibang came to see Moe and Gyeosim. Don't worry about the ambassador's family. I've got everything on my mind. give a general account. I take the children to my house and raise them as my son and daughter. And why don't the children's mother, Leland, decide to come to my house, go to my parents' house, or go wherever she wants?" Josin stands up and bows in admiration of Morye's generosity, and says, "I beg you for mercy." What more can I say?" I looked back at the moon report and said, "This adult is your true father from now on. Even if you look at the sword report and the mirror, serve Morye Ason as your father from the Daizai. I followed Mi-ryuk, who was buried in thick and dog eyes, to the other world." I was still choked when I said that. In front of Josin's eyes, I could see a sheep walking along the dark path of death after Mi-ryuk, and I could see a sheep popping out of the darkness with a tongue pulled out. I got goosebumps all over my body when I thought about how to die of fear.

Josin looked at Dalrye and the children thinking about how to die, but pressed my heart tightly that it was not mine now.

Pil-ho called out Chandu again. "No matter how the party member hides in this house, never rebel. Do as you are told. The police will take care of the rest, so don't worry about anything…." "Let's do it." After exchanging greetings like this.... Pil-ho, who left Count Yoon's house, soon ran back to his police station. When he returned to the police station, the manager said to Pil-ho, "Oh, my God. I have prepared about 20 plainclothes officers, but when are they going to use them?" he said. "I don't know exactly. Perhaps this evening or tomorrow morning comes the shape you will use." "All of the LC?" "All of you." And he immediately identified the Incheon police station as a security phone. It was as speculated. Seo In-jun's words were not false. One sailboat was ready in advance, and the men who asked here got off the train, and immediately all went to it. After everyone got on the boat, whether it was a toast or a separate boat, they shared a glass of wine on the boat, and the gentleman, who seemed to be the boss among them, got off the boat. After the gentleman got off, the ship immediately left for the Yellow Sea. Farewells were killed with handkerchiefs between gentlemen spending at the quay and those on board. After the ship was out of sight, the gentleman went to Incheon Station by road. While waiting at Incheon Station, I boarded a train bound for Gyeongseong. I bought the ticket to Gyeongseong Station. Now I'm on my way to Gyeongseong - the answer in Incheon was roughly like this. So far, Dr. Seo and dozens of his men have left their homeland and gone back to Shanghai. Dr. Seo is now on his way back to Gyeongseong.

Here, when the men who had asked for them got off the train and boarded the prepared ship, the gentleman, who seemed to be the most boss, got off and the ship immediately departed for the Yellow Sea.

And a woman in a house sniffled in front of a teacher she had never seen before and said, "It's already been two months since I ate grass. I cry and scold them for paying the monthly payment day and night, but I don't know how to do it. It's amazing, so I was going to send him to a normal school to learn Japanese even if he couldn't do it, even if he had to run an errand. Oh, I was amazed." When he saw the tears flowing out of his eyes, he turned around without even thinking about looking back. Myong-woo felt his eyes heated up somehow when he saw the children not going anywhere from house to house, and when he saw them slowly turning away as if they had done something wrong and were caught. When the sun was passing by Seosan, he reached the village under the pass and thought for a while whether to enter the village, and when he saw a living child running out of the village, he readily climbed on the hill of Gil Station. The child runs toward Muay, and after that, his wife, who holds something like a boogie in her hand, follows him, shouting Muay. "You're the one who's gonna beat me to death. Where are you going now, family?" "My branch is for sale. Why are you hitting me?" "What's wrong? Then go out quickly, you punk." "You're out of the door. You can't go out?" "What? Go out now." When you get chased and get chased to Myung-woo, the child is surprised and stops and doesn't know what to do.

Myung-woo felt his eyes hot when he saw the children he met occasionally turning away.

"Oh, you're out of boxes now." Why is this damn rock so slippery? Why is it so slippery? Save people. If you let me live, I won't forget your kindness. Save me, save me." Xi'an's heart was shaken. It was not that even the poetry room did not scatter, but the spirit returned due to Yeon-hee's bitter words. I could clearly realize how scary it was to kill people. One word, "Do you think the man who committed the murder will act as the husband of a child who knows nothing about it?" penetrated his heart as if he had nailed it. Yes, indeed. It's too brazen to hide the crime of murder and act as Yuri's husband. It's scary. In the meantime, Yeon-hee's voice has already been unable to speak. However, it was the sound of a single word that seemed to be spouting blood. Sian couldn't bear to just listen. He didn't have a heart that could fight it. "Oh, I can't do it," she said, looking at the cliff, "a wicked girl. You make my heart flutter even when you come to the city hall. I'll save you," he stretched out his hand and held Yeon-hee's hand. The number of people trying to save their hands, which were not constant in trying to kill, increased. He managed to pull it up with all his efforts, and gradually hugged it and put it on the cliff. Is this a tragedy or a comedy. The world is wide and there are not many people, so you will rarely see such a scene, and no one has ever experienced this. I didn't know that the person who swore that he would kill me with his heart engraved in his heart, and that he would have to be pecked, would be a Buddha who saved and rescued me.

When she saw Yeon-hee shouting for help, Xi'an's heart, which was originally uncomfortable, shook and eventually returned to her senses.

In this respect, I thought that each school with a large playground should have more sincerity and awakening. It seems that it has been a long time since I saw in a newspaper that the Ministry of Health and Welfare's intention to open the school's playground to the public, but this idea did not seem to be understood deeply in Seoul schools these days. I myself was attacked, and I saw with my own eyes the five-way boys who were entering the school gate at least before and after me, and middle school officials still seemed to think of the school yard as their property. I felt like I was stamped on the foot by a trusted ax, so I was very moderate, but I didn't want to distinguish between quarrels with others, so I dragged the wrist of a young man and left the school gate, but I couldn't relax thinking about where the playground of young children was. After children who have been bailed to a playground with some facilities are tired of walking around the park's dank and bland main streets like crazy, they have to spend their boyhood eating dust and listening to adults' scolding. If you think about it, there will be no such big social problem and no such answer. ("Agricultural Shipbuilding", November and December 1940 issue).

Middle school officials seemed to think of the school yard as their property.

He thought it strange and asked him, "How come only a young female monk is alone in such a mountain?" The female monk replied, "I was unfortunately a widow and became a monk in this hermitage, and there was not enough food, so the two were going to the village and protecting the house alone." As the words came and went, the flame of love began to burn between the two young men and women, and a beautiful relationship was made that very night. The next day, Hong left, and he promised the female monk that he would take you to his house every year and leave it at his house, so the female monk believed the words and waited for him to come back day and night. But it's a man's heart that's easy to change, so I made a firm promise to her at that time, but after the natural day, how can I carry it out. I didn't go to the promised date with a calm mind. However, Yeoseung waited for Hong to come every day and finally did not come, so she became a lovesick and later died pitifully of a sad youth with a grudge. Hong didn't even know that the female monk died, but then he became a Southern Jeoldosa and went to Imji, but one day, when he tried to sleep, a small snake like a lizard suddenly entered the yo, so he ordered the Tongin to throw it out, and the Tongin accidentally killed it.

Hong did not go to the female monk on the promised date, and the female monk, who had been waiting for Hong to come every day, suffered from a lovesickness and died pitifully of a sad youth.

When he grew up, his nanny said, "I couldn't bear to see him when I first gave birth to him, so I raised him secretly to this day. If you don't pay any attention and play around with your age, what will you do in the future?" "I'll only worry about him and save him." However, he, who was originally extraordinary, was always free to act without being bound by the commandments of the old Seung-i. One day, a crow (烏籤) unexpectedly took a bamboo pole and flew into the air, which was strangely considered to be strange, but strangely enough, the king's prince (字鉢) was clearly seared at the point. So he was happy to himself and didn't talk to anyone else, he always volunteered and played with great will after that and waited for a good opportunity to return. At that time, Silla had bandits everywhere and occupied various states, so Gung Yei himself thought, "It is not the job of the general to achieve nothing in this turbulent world and grow old in the mountains in vain," and immediately went down from the mountain to visit Jukju-gun.

He always waited for a good opportunity to return when he saw a dotted line with the king's prince written on it, which the crow had brought.

However, in retrospect, if Jeon Jo-sun's police force is used to protect the "X" of the LC Party's purpose, then his own purpose will also be in vain. As long as he and the LC party tried to steal the object by illegal means targeting the same object, there would be no problem if the object was different, the police's protective power was less than that objectThis is a no-go. The police station has to leave only the objects that it has no idea of now in the eyes of the police so that it can be convenient when it steals them in the future. In order to do so, it is necessary to leave the phenomenon of a triangular confrontation between oneself, the police, and the LC party to any extent, and if you try to remove obstacles in a hurry, you may lose your object at all. He is insignificant to compare to the LC Party, whether by force, force or money, but he has to perform his purpose against both the police and the LC Party with only his intellect. With this thought, Renjun finally answered Pilho. "This ball, I'm out of the question. This ball has still been active only in the Joseon police community, and I am known as a so-called criminal scientist, but you seem to think that I will inform you in much more detail in that regard, but I can see this ball's misinformation. First, the LC Party's organization is something that no one other than executives in the LC Party knows. There are hundreds of thousands of LC members throughout the world, but no one knows who the party leader is other than the executive. Party members are commanded, controlled and ordered in a special way per LC, but they do it without knowing who is doing it. Even if there is an incident involving an LC member here and all hundreds of party members are arrested at the scene, we don't know who created this because hundreds of them consistently commanded and ordered them. The number of LC Party executives is an exception that police around the world want to know.

If the LC Party protects X of its purpose with police force, Renjun thought that the purpose should be left in the form of a triangular confrontation between himself, the police, and the LC Party when he thinks back on the fact that the purpose will also be in vain.

The more I thought about the words of the old man of Mak (十而十而)-幕십, the more I forgot what the current situation is, the more unfortunate thing is that I forgot what it was called "십十-'." Even if he couldn't stand in his thirties, he forgot the old person's teachings on what to do in his thirties, which further tightened the heart of Yo-sa Se-woon, who looked at his thirties. Thinking of the lesson of forty with a painful heart as if wearing a knife or a neck, you can see yourself young on the window of the store when you walk through grapes. It is another bizarre habit that I have been distracted by his appearance. Although it was the meanness of the window on the street to show the shape of a person in a fussy and absurd way, it was an undeniable fact that the appearance of a loose body was visible even in the crookedness. No matter how much I stomped my feet when I entered the public bath on the street and climbed on the scale, the needle did not point further to the Seventh-seventh Hall. The majestic weight of the camouflage woman, who boasted 20 crowns, was a miserable fall for half a year. Even if it was a chin of age that was all over the face, it was unfortunate to see even in the glass that the bloated body was almost half-sized. The old figure was now a lifeless march. I can't say that I didn't want to think about it and thought about it because I've been drinking too much and my posture has been empty for the past half a year. He couldn't reason clearly like a wise man, but he kept his heavy anger in his heart as good as anyone on the street.

Sewoon's bloated body, which is about to turn 40, has been dampened in half a year.

"Energetic!" The wife was holding a glance and muttering to herself, sitting there, looking through the bookshelf. "Why, can't you change your mind? It's not better than starving." 'Well, I don't know.' 'Someone, I'll do it. Did the person who does that learn on a boat come out? "My wife also can't do it, so I'm sure she's trying to come up with this idea, but she didn't look so clever to take up the properties of that nature and handle it." If it was a business, it was not known, and the idea of letting go of the money was devised. However, it is not impossible to sit still with your hands wrapped. I got into a dead end on the road was a dead end. Whether it was possible or not, my husband didn't know that he had to try it. "If you only give me your study, I'll probably try it. "I'm going to eat like that because others are others." When I repeatedly weighed and stepped on one knee again, my husband had nothing more to say. He was actually ashamed of himself for not being able to eat his family by sitting as the head of the family. I couldn't leave it up to him. The next morning, her husband's study was moved to the upper neck of the main room, followed by 50,000 won in lease in the opposite room. As if she had just got flesh, my wife said, "Well, isn't it always 15,000 won a month if you get 5,000 won every 10 days? This is how everyone calculates. Then it's the same income as our salary. He said, "If you have 100,000 won, you will live." And that morning, he paid 50,000 won in interest every 10 days to a young man who was doing Yankee business with the introduction of his wife.

I was ashamed of myself for not being able to earn a family as the head of the household because I couldn't sit with my hands wrapped and had to try anything.

Before I knew it, more than half of the moon was reflected on the window. Is it a baby hanging like a serpent in the edge of Les's eaves shadow? Every time the wind sounded, it shook. The wind slips and the ears of grain shake in the fields of Jo and Gijang. The sound of Isaac and Isaac hitting his head reminded me of more painful thoughts. The grain is ripe. Nature is always nature. People die or fall asleep, or nature walks with no hesitation. The seeds that were plowed and sown with my husband grew and ripened. Oh, where did your husband go? Do I eat that ripe grain alone? When I thought about it, my heart broke and tears came out. He tried to wash away the tears that were dripping down and wetting the pillow hotly, but he held them and stared at the window. The moon window, reflected in tearful eyes, was like a mysterious world with no boundaries and no end, as it was like a lake water under the moon. His body and mind seemed to be wrapped there, cold, hot, bright, dark, and endlessly surrounded by a certain world. There was nothing there. Sadness, joy, distress--all senses were lost. It was like a dream. Tears that had been pouring from both eyes stopped. His eyes were getting dry. But his vision didn't realize everything. The moonlight of the window, which was faintly visible even though it was young with tears earlier, was not visible now. But what--a black thing the size of a bat looked wriggling. His eyes gradually aimed at the shadow. When the two eyes I was aiming for gathered around the nose and all of them were lifted, the shadows increased and grew countless times, and then the porridge spread, and then I collected it, and then spread it spread.

When my husband thought about where to go and where to eat that ripe grain by sowing seeds together, tears flowed and soaked the pillow.

When this fact was embodied, a qualitative transition to a sense of purpose was seen. In other words, it is the literary movement that liberals produced naturally occurring works in an anarchic state, aiming for a sense of purpose under the Marxist perception, and forming within the same camp to create literary works. For this reason, the word proletariat literature and the proletariat literary movement are fundamentally different. The essence of the literary movement is a movement that tries to fulfill the mission of the front line movement as well as the literary action. (Why should the literary movement also fulfill its one-day mission to the proletariat movement, we will discuss it in detail below in 4ui.) In short, we tried to create only proletariat literature. There are two branches here, one is the attitude of a professional artist to use art as a work of art, and the other is an attitude based on transformational behavior to liberate his class. Then, he tried to draw only bingung in the attitude of a Musan literary artist to create works of the early natural period, and also drew the fact of unorganized non-marginalist rebellion that was only personal behavior, and carried out a new art faction's action to complete only as a work. However, the Musan Literary Movement has reached a stage where it must be qualitatively converted into a purpose ritual. (2) Creative attitude of purpose consciousness How should the Musan writer facing purpose consciousness have a creative attitude? It is based on purpose consciousness as well as transformational behavior. Then, the example of Musanmun must act according to the transformative will. You must be a true Marxist to fully grasp the transformational consciousness. In the natural history of birth, even non-Marxists have seen it as a professional work even if they write the facts of class rebellion or draw the life of the proletariat. Because there is a fundamental misunderstanding and contradiction here, we have denied naturally occurring works and made it easy to convert qualitatively into a sense of purpose. For this reason, in terms of purpose consciousness, you can never write a professional work unless you are a Marxist. Then, what attitude should a Marxist, Musan literary artist have in creating? We grasp the attitude of how to transform the reality, not how to interpret it. In addition, rather than agonizing over how to write a single work, you should try to make an effort to transform the behavior of what can be used to help class liberation. And a creator in a sense of purpose should not stop at trying to create only one work. In other words, the focus of the problem is whether or not their hand-made works were equipped with xx elements based on the will to live. Only the above-mentioned class liberation lies in front of the proletariat.

It is a literary movement to create literary works by being formed within the same camp with the aim of a sense of purpose, and for this reason, the word proletariat literary and atheist literary movements are different.

On this day, Eun-hee's heart turned upside down and changed like a tear. He resigned as a member of the praise corps. He also took the name of a teacher at a Sunday school for children. It was intended to abandon these frivolous or mere rituals and become a true church member. Jesus' miserable sacrifice had moved his heart. It was enough to move the heart of maiden Eun-hee to sacrifice her life for the world, even if she did not see everything else. The emotion he received when he dressed himself as the Virgin Mary and directed the sad scene was something that raised him with respect and affection for Jesus' great sacrifice that would never be seen again. "Jesus," he found himself sometimes trembling and complaining as if he were agonizing over his body. 6 After that, Eun-hee got as many new paintings as she could and decorated them in her room. Jesus in the arms of St. Mary, Jesus vying for knowledge with scholars at the age of twelve, Jesus teaching disciples, Jesus with a cross, Jesus with a crown of thorns, Jesus on the cross, Jesus ascending - all sorts of large and small torchlight were adorned on his walls. He became like a grandmother. While the maidens of his age attended the chapel to dress up and attended the evangelical table with a praise stand, he sat in a dark corner of the chapel and was silent with a trembling reverent mind. He also flatly refused the recommendation to go around to hymns at dawn during the resurrection festival. All such entertainment mixed behavior was viewed by him as a bachelor.

Taking this opportunity, Eun-hee quit as a praise member and quit as a Sunday school teacher to try to become a sincere member.

"This is the so-called predator's paradise," he mutters, and there is a hint of a person coming out of his mind. He soon turned his back there and continued his steps as if he were running away. leaving a curse on one's face. I dragged my heavy body for hours and reached the xx factory. But he hesitated for a moment. "There is no hesitation in this case. It's a matter of life and death." He became bold when he divided his mind. I was encouraged. As soon as he entered the door, he seemed to have thrown electricity on his body. He raised his head and put a lot of strength to make his weak body look strong, called for a fist, and stuck out his chest. The so-called Japanese diver looks through to his toes with a cold attitude and a strong look that won't miss a hair. The unpleasantness arising from that cool attitude is beyond description. He soon gave up and tried to run out, but he said, "But still...…" I forced myself to hold it in. But in the end? "Oh! God. It's too much. I'm sad. Refuse again? Do you want me to die?" He is now in despair. Even the thinly burning flame of life is about to extinguish. It is a cruel god of fate who wants to kick and drop it into a fiery hell. "I am by all means to live. I've done my best. But are you going to die? Who was the one who taught me the morality of hard work and hard work?" He unconsciously put his finger in his mouth and began to suck it. "What should I do? Should I die calmly here?" He fought and tried to live a little longer.

Having put his finger in his mouth and began to wash it unconsciously, he fought and struggled to live for a second.

The impact of jazz and pop songs on ordinary families is not harmful to social culture, but the music of the August 1935 issue of "New Family" is closely related to the personality of the listener. Therefore, even if it is a masterpiece that does not exist in the world, if the listener's musical understanding or hobby does not match it, it will be useless for the person, and if it interests or delights the listener, I think this kind of music will have more musical effect. Therefore, listening to Beto Ben's symphony at Kim Seo-bang's house would not have any obligation to listen to it at Lee Seo-bang's house, and no one would have the right to curse Park Seo-bang for liking popular songs. There will be no one who is as mean as a person who covers it up because it's a masterpiece and doesn't know it's a masterpiece, and no one will be as hateful as a person who frowns under the reason that it's a popular song. Of course, I think the reason why your company raised this issue and listened to the opinions of the general public is because you knew that today's so-called popular song has a bad effect on families, but if you take a step further, I think the reason why it is so popular is because there are so many people and families who welcome it. It is true that the standard of living, culture, and hobbies of the general public are not high, so the items demanded by the swings will not be high. It is also true that all objects other than food, clothing, and shelter are not indispensable in our lives, so if we have very little time to look back on them and can't afford to think about them, we will lack a little taste or understanding of them.

Even if it is a masterpiece, it is useless if the listener's hobby or musical understanding does not fit, and even if it is a humble fashionist, it shows more musical effects on the listener if it gives pleasure to the listener.