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少年の悲哀:国木田 独歩(1-40)/150


Boy's sorrow


Doppo Kunikida


If the boy's delight is a poem, the boy's sorrow is also a poem.


If we were to sing the joy that dwells in the heart of nature, we should also sing the sorrow that whispers in the heart of nature.


Anyway, I would like to talk about one of my sorrows when I was a boy.


(And one man started talking.)




I grew up in my uncle's house from eight to fifteen, at that time my parents were in Tokyo.


My uncle's house was a wealthy family in the area, and there were always 78 men and women who had many forests and fields and used them at home.


I have to thank my parents for their kindness in my boyhood.


If I had been to Tokyo with my parents when I was eight, I think my day would have been very different.


At least my wisdom was more advanced than it is now, but I believe my heart would not have been able to accept the fresh poetry farther than the first volume of Wozewos.


I lived in Noyama and spent seven years of my happiness.


My uncle's house is at the foot of a hill, with many forests, rivers, springs and ponds in the suburbs, and a cove in the Seto Inland Sea not far away.


I did not have any inconvenience in the mountains, the fields, the forests, the valleys, the sea, the rivers.


However, one day a younger son named Tokujiro, who remembers the time of twelve, invited me to go to an interesting place tonight.


"Where is."


I asked.


"Don't ask me where, I don't know where to go, there's no place where virtue goes," Tokujiro said with a smile.


This man named Tokujiro was a tough young man about 25 years old at that time, and was an orphan who has been used in his uncle's house since the 12th year.


He was a dark-colored, well-defined man, a very energetic man who always sang when he drank alcohol and worked while singing when he didn't drink.


Not only did he always look happy, but his heart was so correct that he was impressed by his uncle and everyone else in the land that it was rare for an orphanage.


"But it's a secret to both my uncle and aunt," said Tokujiro, singing and climbing the back mountain.


It was a small night in the middle of summer.


After Tokujiro, I went to the rice field and ran along the fragrant rice road to the bank of the river.


The bank is one step higher, and if you go up here, you can see the whole area of the open field.


Even though it was still evening, the moon was high and clear, and the light was shining in the fields and mountains, and the mist was shining on the fields, like a dream. The dew you put is shining like a ball.


The end of the stream will soon be full of coves and tides.


The rivers and willows are half submerged because the surface of the water has risen as if the bridge was suddenly lowered by a series of boat boards.


Although there was a breeze on the bank, the rivers did not stand in the ripples, and the surface of the water was like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the clear sky.


Tokujiro walks down the embankment, unravels the haze of the small boat that connects under the bridge, and when he rides on it, the surface of the water, which has been quiet until now, suddenly ripples.




I set up a turret while urging me to say, "Boss, fast!"


Maybe my jump was early, the boat started to descend towards the cove.


The width of the river gradually widened as it approached the cove, the moon sank the clear light into the river, the left and right banks gradually moved away, and if you look back, the river was already hidden in the haze, and the boat entered the cove.


The only boats that cross this cove like a spacious lake are our small boats.


Tokujiro replaces his usual cheerful voice and quietly sings in a quiet voice this night.


When the tide fell, the cove, which seemed to be a swamp, changed its appearance with the high tide and the moonlight, and I didn't always feel like a familiar muddy cove.


The south is reflected in the dark shadows of the mountains, and the plains in the north and east are moonlight |


The west is the mouth of a cove, the water is narrow and deep, and it is high near the land. There are not a few ships owned by salt and other local people engaged in Korean trade, and there are also Japanese ships that go back and forth in the inland sea.