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The Bachelor and the Maengkkongi
First published in Sinyeoseong, September 1933
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- Kim Yu-jeong
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- Omnilude Public Domain Library
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Kim Yu-jeong’s 1933 short story follows Deokman, a poor thirty-four-year-old bachelor in a drought-stricken farming village, as his hope for marriage collapses over one bitter night. Rural hardship, comic irony, dialect rhythm, and the cry of the maengkkongi shape a story that mixes laughter with pity.
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Even though gloomy black clouds were gathering in the sky, threatening to rain at any moment, the mischievous sunlight was still heating up the remote village buried deep in the mountains, as if it were going to sleep. From time to time, as if I was remembering, the wind blew wildly, shaking the trees in the fields.
Everything is fine
The beautiful old pine trees were lined up neatly. They wear heavy pine needles on their heads and touch them. Acorns, cherry blossoms, pears, and reed leaves are all colorful. A clear spring trembles as it wets the grass. The two hares sat leisurely facing each other and sipped at the water. Occasionally, as if he comes to his senses, the leaves are shaking and shaking. A shattering breeze. Cute wild chrysanthemums are fluttering in your arms. The fragrant smell of earth and the smell of the ground fills my nose. This one is the smell of bush mushrooms, this one is the smell of rotten leaves, and this one is the smell of clusters---- no, no, it's the smell of the peppermint plant hidden in the thorns.
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It was a dark night on the seventh night of the year. The stars were speckled in the sky. Thanks to that, the pine forest was barely dim. Even in the rugged mountains, it is a gloomy and remote place. Even if it is only a stone, my heart is pounding. Tiger, mountain tiger sanctuary!
A Traveler in the Mountain Village
Even though the night is deep, the drinker doesn't stop drinking. The room is eerie with a musty smell, like the smell of rising soybeans. Rats are squeaking in the closet. The single mother sits by the broken hearth and thinks forlornly. The already gloomy, twinkling light loses its shine as the wind blows in through the hole in the north gate. Plug the hole with an old beoseon pair. Then, he pulls the bowl under the lamp and picks up the needle without hesitation.
Camellia Flowers
Our rooster got chased again today. It was time for me to come out after lunch and go out to cut wood. As I was about to climb the mountain, the sound of a chicken's torch was scolding me from behind. I turned my head in surprise, and sure enough, the two guys froze again.
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Kim Yu-jeong
Kim Yu-jeong’s 1933 short story follows Deokman, a poor thirty-four-year-old bachelor in a drought-stricken farming village, as his hope for marriage collapses over one bitter night. Rural hardship, comic irony, dialect rhythm, and the cry of the maengkkongi shape a story that mixes laughter with pity.
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Kim Yu-jeong
Even though the night is deep, the drinker doesn't stop drinking. The room is eerie with a musty smell, like the smell of rising soybeans. Rats are squeaking in the closet. The single mother sits by the broken hearth and thinks forlornly. The already gloomy, twinkling light loses its shine as the wind blows in through the hole in the north gate. Plug the hole with an old beoseon pair. Then, he pulls the bowl under the lamp and picks up the needle without hesitation.
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The History of a Walking Stick
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In the morning, I heard the sound of a rooster crowing as proof that I woke up early, and when I think about it again, I wanted to return to the inn after the rooster started crowing - Oh, when I think about it again, I can't remember how I walked back from a town like Datmajang on a country road in the middle of the night without the moon because I was drinking, but I remember S snoring as the two of us walked.
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