The Dancing Girl of Izu
(Japan) Kawabata Yasunari
一
The road has become twists and turns, and we are about to arrive I reached the top of Tiancheng Mountain, and while I was thinking this, the showers had already shrouded the dense cedar forest into a field of white flowers, chasing me from the foot of the mountain at an alarming speed.
That year I was in second grade. I am ten years old, wearing a high school student cap, a navy blue top with white floral patterns, a skirt, and a school bag hanging on my shoulder. It is already the fourth day that I have traveled to Izu alone. I have stayed at Shuzenji Onsen. One night, I stayed at Yushima Hot Spring for two nights, and then I climbed Mount Amagi wearing high-toothed wooden clogs. Along the way, although I was fascinated by the overlapping mountains, primeval forests and the autumn colors of deep valleys, my chest was beating nervously. , an expectation urged me to hurry up. At this time, heavy raindrops began to hit me. I ran up the steep and curved slope. Finally, I reached the teahouse at the north intersection on the top of the mountain. I exhaled. He took a breath and stood stunned at the door of the teahouse. Because my wish has been successfully achieved, the group of traveling artists are resting there.
The dancer saw me standing there, and immediately gave up her seat cushion, turned it over and placed it next to me.
"Ah..." I just replied and sat down. Because I was out of breath running up the hillside and a little panicked, the words "Thank you" were already on my lips. But I didn't say it out loud.
I approached the dancer face to face and hurriedly took out the cigarette from my sleeve. The dancer pulled the ashtray in front of her accomplice and placed it on me I still didn't say anything.
The dancer looked about seventeen years old. She had a surprisingly big old bun on her head. I couldn't even name that hairstyle. It made her serious oval face look very small, but it was beautiful and harmonious. She was like a portrait of a girl in a historical novel with particularly lush hair. Among the group of dancers were a woman in her forties, two young girls, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man, wearing a print. There is a coat belonging to the Nagaoka Onsen Hotel.
Up to this point, I have met the group of dancers twice. The first time was on the way to Yushima, when they were going to Shuzenji Temple. I met near Yukawa Bridge. There were three young girls at that time, and the dancer was holding a drum. I went back to visit them again and again, feeling a sense of travel seeping into my body and mind. Then on the second night in Yushima, they visited the hotel I came in. I sat down halfway up the stairs and watched the dancer dancing in the corridor at the entrance. I made plans: I would stay at Shuzenji that day, go to Yushima tonight, cross Mount Amagi and go south tomorrow, probably go to Yuno Hot Spring. I would be able to catch up with them on the more than 20 kilometers of Amagi Mountain trail. I was so imaginative and in such a hurry. When we came, we happened to meet each other in a teahouse sheltered from the rain. My heart was pounding.
After a while, the old woman in the teahouse took me to another room. This room was probably not used normally and there was no decoration. I went up to the paper door and looked down. The beautiful valley was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, I was shaking all over, and my teeth were chattering. The old lady came in to bring tea. I said it was so cold, and she was like They held my hand as if to lead me to their own house.
"Oh, the young master is soaked all over. Come over here and warm yourself by the fire. Come on, let's warm your clothes." Bake it dry."
That room was equipped with a stove, and as soon as the paper partition door was opened, a strong stream of hot air flowed out. I stood at the threshold and hesitated. Sitting cross-legged next to the stove was an old man who was covered in bruises and looked like a drowned ghost. His eyes were even yellow, as if they were rotten. He looked at me melancholy. .There were piles of old letters and paper bags around him. It could be said that he was buried in these tattered papers. I saw this monster in the mountain, standing there blankly, and I could not imagine that this was a living person.
"I want you to see such a shameful person... But this is the old man of the family, so you don't have to worry.
It looks so ugly, but he can't move, so please be patient."
The old woman greeted her like this. From what she said, it seemed that the old man had suffered a stroke for many years and was suffering from general paralysis. The piles of paper were letters from various places for treating strokes, as well as paper bags of stroke medicines purchased from various places. Whatever the old man heard from travelers who passed the top of the mountain, or saw in newspaper advertisements, he never heard of it once. He missed it, inquired about the treatment of strokes from all over the country, and bought medicines for sale. He did not throw away any of these letters and paper bags, they were all piled up around him, and he lived by looking at them. Over the years, these old pieces of paper piled up. It's a mountain.
I didn't answer the old woman's words and leaned down on the stove. The car passing over the top of the mountain shook the house. I thought to myself, the autumn is already so cold, and the mountain will be covered with snow soon. This old man. Why not go down the mountain? Steam rose from my clothes, and the fire was so bright that it gave me a headache. The old woman left the shop and went to chat with the traveling female artist.
"But Isn't it? The girl we brought last time has grown up like this and turned into a beautiful girl. You are also in the spotlight! Girls grow up so fast and are already so beautiful!"
Nearly a year later. Hours later, I heard the sound of touring artists getting ready to set off. Of course I was very uneasy, but I was just in a state of confusion and didn’t have the courage to stand up. I thought, even though they were used to walking on this road, after all, they were The footsteps of women, even after walking a kilometer or two, I could catch up with them after running for a while, but I still felt uneasy sitting by the fire. But as soon as the dancers left, my fantasy seemed to be liberated and became active again. I got up. I asked the old woman who saw them off: "Where are those artists staying tonight?"
"Such people, young master, who knows where they live? Where are the guests staying?" They, they stayed there. Is there a certain place to stay tonight? "
The old woman's words were very contemptuous, and even made me think that if this is the case, I will let the dancer stay in my room tonight.
The rain subsided and the mountain peaks began to light up. Although they kept telling me that it would clear up in ten minutes, I couldn’t sit still.
“Old man, take care. It's going to get cold." I said earnestly and stood up. The old man moved his yellow eyes with great difficulty and nodded slightly.
"Master, Master!" the old woman shouted and chased her out. , "I can't bear it for you to spend so much money. I'm so sorry."
She held my schoolbag and refused to give it to me. I tried to stop her again and again, but she refused and said she would send me there. She followed me, taking small steps in a hurry, and walked a long way, always repeating the same words: "I'm so sorry, I didn't treat you well. I want to remember your appearance, the next time you pass by I'll thank you again when I get there. You must come in the future, don't forget it."
I only left a silver coin of five cents, but she was very surprised when she saw it, and felt that her eyes were filled with tears. Tears came. But I wanted to catch up with the dancer quickly, and felt that the old woman’s staggering steps were causing me trouble. Finally, I arrived at the tunnel at the top of the mountain.
“Thank you very much. The old man is at home alone. Please go back." I said this, and the old lady handed me the schoolbag.
As we walked into the dark tunnel, cold water droplets fell one after another. In front of us, the exit to Minami Izu was slightly exposed. Bright light.
Two
After exiting the tunnel, the mountain road winds down the mountain like lightning along the whitewashed fence erected on the edge of the cliff. The scenery was like a model, and the artists could be seen below. After walking only a kilometer, I caught up with them. But I couldn't slow down suddenly, so I pretended to be indifferent and passed the women. . About twenty meters further, the man was walking alone. He stopped when he saw me.
"You are walking so fast...The sky is already clear."
I felt relieved and started walking side by side with the man. He kept asking me this and that.
Several women saw the two of us talking and ran to catch up from behind.
The man was carrying a big wicker bag. The forty-year-old woman was holding a puppy. The older girl was carrying Baggage, another girl was carrying a small wicker bag, and each was holding a large piece of luggage. The dancing girl was carrying a drum and a drum set on her back. The forty-year-old woman gradually started talking to me.
"She is a student in a college," the older girl whispered to the dancer. I turned around and heard the dancer laugh. He said: "Yes, I understand this too. Students often come to the island."
This group of artists are from the big island of Bofu. They say that spring comes out of the island. While we were on the road, the weather got cold, and we were not prepared for the winter, so we stayed in Shimoda for another ten days and then returned to the island from Ito Onsen. As soon as I heard about Oshima, I felt even more poetic. I looked at the dancer’s beautiful bun and asked about various situations on Oshima.
“Many students come to our place to swim. ," the dancer said to the woman she was accompanying.
"It must be in summer," I said and turned around.
The dancer panicked and seemed to whisper: " In winter too..."
"Winter?"
The dancer still looked at the woman she was with and smiled.
"Do you swim in winter too?" I said it again, and the dancer blushed, but she looked very serious and nodded gently.
"This kid is a fool." The forty-year-old woman said with a smile.
It is about 20 kilometers downhill along the valley of the Kawazu River to Yuno. After crossing the top of the mountain, the colors of the mountains and the sky gave people a sense of southern scenery. The man and I continued to talk. As we talked, we became completely affectionate. After passing the small villages such as Moricheng and Limoto, we could see the thatched roofs of Yuno at the foot of the mountain. At this time, I made up my mind and said that I would travel with them to Shimoda. He was very happy to hear that.
When we arrived in front of Yuno's small inn, when the forty-year-old woman had a look on her face saying goodbye to me, he said for me:
"This one said she wanted to say goodbye to me. Let's go together."
"Yes, yes. 'When we travel together, there is more friendship in the world.' Boring people like us can still relieve your worries and relieve your boredom. So, Just come in and take a rest." She replied casually. The girls glanced at me together, without showing any surprise on their faces. They were silent and looked at me a little shyly.
I walked up to the second floor of the small hotel with everyone, unloading After unloading my luggage, the mats and paper partitions were old and dirty.
It was brought from downstairs. She sat in front of me, her face was red, her hands were shaking, and the tea bowl was tilting off the saucer. She was afraid of pouring the tea bowl, so she took advantage of the situation and placed it on the mat. The tea had already been spilled. Look at her shame. It was so embarrassing that I was stunned.
"Oh, how annoying! This kid is so infatuated. This...the forty-year-old woman said, as if she was shocked. She frowned in a daze and threw the rag over. The dancer picked up the rag and wiped the mat in a dull manner.
These unexpected words suddenly made me reflect on my original thoughts. I felt that the fantasy stirred up by the old woman on the top of the mountain was suddenly shattered.
At this moment, the forty-year-old woman looked at me frequently and suddenly said: "This scholar is wearing navy blue and white." The patterned top is really nice." So she stared at the woman next to her again and again and asked: "This patterned cloth has the same pattern as Minci's, don't you think? Isn't it the same pattern?" Then she said to me again Said: "In my hometown, I left behind a child who was going to school. Now I think of him. This patterned cloth is the same as that of the child. Recently, navy blue rags and white cloth have become more expensive, which is really bad."
"What school? "
"Fifth grade of ordinary elementary school."
"Oh, fifth grade of ordinary elementary school, really..."
"Now I am entering I have lived in Oshima for many years, but my hometown is Kofu in Kai."
After resting for an hour, the man took me to another hot spring hotel. Until now, I only thought about our relationship with The artists stayed in the same small hotel. We walked down the street, walked a long section of gravel roads and flagstones, and crossed the bridge next to the river near the public bathhouse. Across the bridge is the courtyard of the hot spring hotel.
I entered the small bathroom of the hotel, and the man followed me from behind. He said that he was twenty-four years old, his wife had two miscarriages and premature birth, the baby died, etc. Since he was wearing a long printed shirt, Oka Onsen Co., Ltd., so I thought he was from Nagaoka. And judging from his appearance and conversational demeanor, he was quite knowledgeable. I imagined that he probably did it for them out of curiosity or falling in love with the busking girls. I followed after carrying luggage.
I had lunch immediately after taking a shower. I set off from Yushima at eight o'clock in the morning, and it was not yet three o'clock in the afternoon.
That man Before leaving, he looked up at me from the yard and said hello.
"Take this and buy some persimmons to eat. Sorry, I won't go downstairs," I said, wrapping up some money and throwing it in. . He refused to take the money and was about to walk out, but the paper bag had been left in the yard, so he turned around to pick it up.
“This is not okay.
"He said and threw the paper bag up and landed on the thatched roof. I threw it in again. He took it and walked away.
It started to rain heavily in the evening. The images of the mountains were different. Everything was dyed white, both far and near, and the river in front of me became turbid, turned yellow, and made a loud sound. I thought that with such heavy rain, the dancers would not go out to perform on the streets, but I couldn't sit still, and I went into the bathroom two or three times. The house was dimly lit, and the paper fan separating it from the adjacent room had a square opening. There was an electric light hanging from the upper beam, and one light was used for two rooms.
In Amidst the heavy rain, a faint drumming sound came from the distance. I pulled open the wooden cover as if I wanted to scratch it, and leaned out. The drumming seemed to be closer, and the wind and rain hit my face. I closed my eyes and listened attentively, wondering where the drum sound came from. Soon, I heard the sound of the three-stringed string; I heard the woman's long shout; I heard the lively laughter. Then I learned that the artists were being I was called to the lobby of the restaurant opposite the small hotel. I could distinguish the voices of two or three women and three or four men. I waited, thinking that as soon as the performance there was over, I would move here. But the banquet was lively. It was abnormal, as if the noise would go on forever. A woman's shrill voice would penetrate the dark night as sharply as lightning. I was a little nervous, so I kept the window open and sat there in a daze. Every time I heard the drums, my heart brightened.
"Ah, the dancer is at the banquet. She is sitting and playing the drum."
When the drum stops, it makes people impatient. I am immersed in the sound of the rain.
Soon, I didn’t know if everyone was chasing each other or dancing in circles. The chaotic footsteps continued for a while, and then suddenly became quiet. I opened my eyes wide, as if I wanted to see through I could see through the darkness what the silence was about. I was worried, wouldn't the dancer be ruined tonight?
I closed the wooden window and went to bed, but I was still in pain. I went again. I took a shower and washed randomly for a while. The rain stopped and the moon appeared. The autumn night washed by the rain was refreshing and bright. I thought that even if I walked out of the bathroom barefoot, there would still be nothing to do. I spent two days like this. Hours.
Three
The next morning at nine o'clock, the man came to my room. I had just gotten up and invited him to take a shower. The summer weather in Minami Izu , the view was cloudless, the eyes were bright and beautiful, and the swollen river was warmly shrouded in the sunshine below the bathroom. I felt that my troubles last night were like a dream. I said to the man:
"Last night you It’s so late to rejoice.”
“What, did you hear it? "
"Of course I heard it."
"They are all locals. The people in this place just make noises and bark, which is not interesting at all."
He looked as if nothing had happened and I fell silent.
"Those guys came to the bathing beach opposite. You see, they seemed to have noticed this and were still laughing."
Following the direction he pointed, I looked towards the public bathing place on the other side of the river. There were seven or eight naked people, vaguely floating in the water vapor.
Suddenly, from the dim bathing place, I saw At the end, a naked woman ran out, stood there, and made a gesture as if she was going to jump from the protruding part of the stripping area to the bottom of the river bank. She stretched out her arms straight and shouted something. She was naked and in pieces. There was no towel either. This was the dancing girl. I looked at her snow-white body, which was like a tung tree. She stretched her legs. I felt a spring of water cleansing my body and mind, and sighed deeply. , burst out laughing. She was still a child. She was such a naive child. When she noticed us, she felt happy and ran naked into the sunlight. She stood on tiptoes and stretched her body. I felt so happy. She kept laughing, and her mind was as clear as if it had been scrubbed. The smile hung on her lips for a long time.
Because the dancer’s hair was too medium, I always thought she was seventeen or eighteen years old. Coupled with the fact that she was dressed as a young girl, my guess was completely wrong.
The man and I returned to my room. Soon, the older girl came to the courtyard of the hotel. I came in to see the chrysanthemum garden. The dancer had just walked halfway across the bridge. The forty-year-old woman came out of the public bathhouse and looked in the direction of the two of them. The dancer suddenly shrank her shoulders and thought
If you are going to get scolded, it is better to go back, so you smile, quicken your pace and turn back. The forty-year-old woman came to the bridge, raised her voice and shouted: "Come and play!"
The older girl also said the same: "Come and play!" They all went back. But the man sat there until evening.
At night, I was playing Go with a businessman who had unloaded the paper. Suddenly I heard the sound of drums in the hotel yard. I was about to stand up.
"Here comes the busker."
"Humph, these characters don't make sense. "Hey, hey, it's my turn. I've already made my move here," the paper merchant said, pointing to the chessboard. He was fascinated by the outcome.
While I was in a daze, the artists It seemed that I was about to go back, and I heard the man shout from the yard: "Good evening!"
I went to the corridor and waved to him. The artists whispered for a while, and then turned to the door of the hotel. .The three girls followed the man and said "Good evening" in sequence. They lowered their hands in the corridor and saluted like geishas. I saw from the chessboard that I was about to lose.
"There is no other way. I admit defeat."
"Where will I lose? My side is not good. After all, it is still a small game."
The paper merchant did not even look at the artist, but counted the numbers on the chessboard one by one, paying more and more attention to the underground moves. The women placed the drums and sanxian in the corner of the room, and started playing on the chessboard. Backgammon came. At this time, I had already lost the game I had won. But the paper dealer still asked in vain:
"How about it? Another game, please play another game." ”
But I didn’t mean anything at all, I just smiled. The paper dealer stopped thinking, stood up and left.
The girls came closer to the chessboard.
"Are you going to tour somewhere tonight?"
"I still want to go in a circle." The man said and looked towards the girls.
"Well, let's call it a day tonight and let everyone have fun."
"That's fun, that's fun."
"You won't get scolded?" ”
“How could it be? Even if we were running around, there wouldn’t be any guests anyway.”
They were playing backgammon or something, and they didn’t leave until after twelve o’clock.
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After the dancer went back, I couldn’t fall asleep and my mind was still very clear. I went to the corridor and shouted loudly.
“Paper Boss, Paper Boss!”
"Oh..." The almost sixty-year-old man jumped out of the room and agreed energetically.
"I will tell you clearly tonight."
I was in a very bellicose mood at this time.
Four
I had made an appointment to set off from Yuno at eight o'clock the next morning. I put on my I bought a beanie next to the public bathhouse, stuffed the high school student hat into my schoolbag, and walked towards the small hotel along the street. The paper partitions on the second floor were completely open, and I walked up indifferently, but the artists were still there. Sleeping on the mat. I was a little panicked and stood stunned in the corridor.
On the mat in front of my feet, the dancer's face turned red and she suddenly covered her face with her palms. She and The older girl was sleeping on a bunk, her face still stained with the fragrance of last night, and her lips and corners of her eyes were oozing red. This interesting sleeping posture penetrated my heart. She blinked and turned around. , covering her face with her palms, slipped out of the bed, and sat on the corridor.
"Thank you for last night!" She said and saluted beautifully, making me stand there somehow. That’s good.
The man and the older girl slept on the same bunk. Before seeing this, I had no idea that these two people were a couple.
“ I'm very sorry. I originally planned to leave today, but we have to receive guests tonight, so we are going to extend the day. If you have to leave today, I can meet you in Shimoda. We decided to stay at the Koshuya Inn, and you will find it immediately "," the forty-year-old woman raised her body on the mat and said. I feel like I have been abandoned.
"Can't I leave tomorrow? I don't know in advance."
Mom wants to extend the day. It's always good to have company on the road. Let's go together tomorrow," the man said.
The forty-year-old woman also continued: "That's it. Specially I want to go with you, but I didn't discuss it with you in advance. I'm really sorry. I have to leave tomorrow even if it rains. The day after tomorrow is the forty-ninth day since my little baby died on the road. I always think about these days of separation in my heart. , I came here in a hurry all the way, hoping to go to Shimodian to perform Duanqi before that day. It is really rude to tell you this, but we have an unexpected fate, and I will ask you to offer sacrifices the day after tomorrow."
So I postponed my trip and walked downstairs. In order to wait for everyone to get up, I chatted with the hotel people in the dirty tent. The man came and invited me to go for a walk. I walked slightly south along the street. , there is a beautiful small bridge. Relying on the bridge railings, he talked about his life experience. He said that he once participated in a new genre theater troupe in Tokyo for a short period of time, and I heard that he still often performs in plays in Oshima Port. He said They said that the scabbards in their luggage bags were hanging out like legs because they had to perform in the living room. The big wicker bags contained clothes, pots, tea bowls and other daily necessities.
"I delayed my future and ended up in this situation, but my brother got married beautifully in Kofu and became the heir of the family. So no one wants me anymore."
"I always thought you were from Nagaoka Onsen."
"Really? That older girl is my wife. She is one year younger than you, seventeen. On the journey Last year, her second child was born prematurely and died within a week. My woman's body has not yet recovered. That mother is her biological mother, and the dancer is my biological sister."
"Oh, you said you have a fourteen-year-old sister..."
"That's her. I'm very reluctant to let my sister do this kind of livelihood, but this There are various reasons inside."
Then he told me that his name was Eiji, his wife's name was Chiyoko, and his sister's name was Kaoruko. Another girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was named Yuriko, and only her Oshima A stranger, hired. Rongji seemed very sad, looking like he was about to cry, and stared at the river beach.
When we came back, the dancer who had washed her makeup and powder was leaning over the roadside to take pictures. Puppy's head. I said that I wanted to go back to my hotel.
"You go and play."
"Okay, but I am alone... ."
"You go with your brother."
"I'll go right away."
Not long after, Rongji came to my hotel.
“What about them? ”
“Women are afraid of their mothers nagging them.”
But as soon as we played backgammon, several women had already crossed the bridge and hurried upstairs. Just like usual , they saluted diligently and sat in the corridor, hesitating. The first one to stand up was Chiyoko.
"This is my room. Please feel free to come in."
The entertainers played for an hour and went to the bathroom of this hotel. They repeatedly invited me to go with them, but there were already three young women there, so I declined. Later, another dancer immediately ran up and told Chiyoko. Words:
"Sister said, I want you to go and rub your back."
I didn't go, but played backgammon with the dancer. I played surprisingly well, with Rong Ji and others. Women play round robin, and she can beat them effortlessly. I am very good at backgammon, but most people can't play it. I don't have to give up a move when I play with her, and I feel very happy. Because there are only two of us, she is far away at first. She stretched out her hand to make moves, but gradually she forgot her shape and bent over the chessboard with concentration. Her unnaturally beautiful black hair almost touched my chest. Suddenly she blushed.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to get scolded," she said, pushing the chess piece and running out. At this time, her mother was standing in front of the public bathhouse. Chiyoko and Yuriko also hurriedly came out of the bathroom and didn't go to the second floor. Escaped back.
On this day, Rongji played in my room from morning to evening. The simple and friendly female hotel manager warned me that inviting such a person to dinner is a waste.
I went to a small hotel in the evening, and the dancer was learning the sanxian from her mother. She saw me
She stopped, but after listening to her mother's words, she picked Sanxian up again. Whenever her singing voice was slightly higher, her mother said:
"Didn't I say, there is no need to raise your voice!"
Rong Ji was called to the living room on the third floor by the restaurant opposite. He was reading something, which can be seen from here.
"What was he reading?"
"It's a ballad."
"What a strange ballad."
"That's a vegetable seller. He can't understand it no matter what you say."
At this time, a forty-year-old bird shop merchant who lived in a small hotel opened the paper partition and asked several girls to eat vegetables. The dancer and Yuriko took chopsticks to the next room to eat birds. The chicken hotpot left by the shopkeeper. When they came back to this room together, the chicken hotpot left by the bird shopkeeper. When they came back to this room together, the bird shopkeeper gently patted the dancer's shoulder. The mother showed a She said with a fierce face:
"Hey, don't touch this child, she is still a young girl."
The dancer called the old uncle and begged the bird shop merchant to give him some money. She read "Mito Yellow Gate Wandering Notes". But the bird shop merchant stood up and left soon after. She kept saying "Read on for me", but she didn't say this to me directly. It was as if I was asking my mother to ask for help. I picked up the popular story book with a certain expectation. Sure enough, the dancer hurriedly came to my side. As soon as I started reading, she came close to my face and almost touched my shoulder. , with a serious expression and sparkling eyes, she stared at my forehead without blinking. This seemed to be her habit of listening to people reading. She and the bird merchant almost touched their faces just now. I have already seen this. This pair The big black eyes are shining with beautiful light, which is the most beautiful thing about the dancer. The lines of her double eyelids are indescribably beautiful. Secondly, she smiles like a flower. The phrase "smile like a flower" is used to describe her. It's lifelike.
After a while, the maid from the hotel came to pick up the dancer. She changed her clothes and said to me: "I'll be back soon. Wait for me. Please continue reading."
She went to the corridor outside, lowered her hands and saluted and said, "I'm going."
"You must not sing," her mother said. She held the drum and shook her head slightly. Nodding.
My mother turned around and said to me: "She happens to be changing her voice now."
The dancer sat on the second floor of the restaurant in an orderly manner, tapping the Drum. From here, her silhouette seemed to be in the hall next door. The sound of the drum made my heart beat brightly.
"As soon as the drum sounded, the whole room was full of people. I'm happy now," her mother said, looking across.
Chiyoko and Yuriko also went to the hall over there.
An hour later, the four of them came back together.
"That's it..." The dancer poured five cents of silver coins from her fist into her mother's palm. I read for a while lt;lt;Mito Yellow Gate Wandering Notesgt ;gt;. They talked about the baby who died on the journey. It is said that the baby was born as transparent as water and had no strength to cry, but he still lived for a week.