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A Shower (소나기) By Hwang Sun-Won (1953)
A Shower (소나기) By Hwang Sun-Won (1953)
A Shower (소나기) By Hwang Sun-Won (1953)
‘Why don’t we go? Down here in the country, it’s ‘It tastes awful, I can’t eat mine either.’
so boring I can’t stand it.’ ‘It’s a long way,
anyway.’ The boy threw his even further.
‘How far do you mean by far? Up in Seoul we The hills had come nearer.
used walk a long way on picnics.’ The girl’s eyes
seemed to be saying, ‘Silly boy! Silly boy!’ Colored autumn leaves drew close to their eyes.
He just runs on close beside the girl. But the girl says: ‘Don’t throw even one of them
Grasshoppers strike their faces and leave them away.’
stinging. The perfectly clear azure sky of autumn
starts to turn before the boy’s eyes. He is dizzy. They climbed up by way of the ridge.
It’s because that eagle up there, that eagle up
there, that eagle up there is turning. On the slopes of the valley opposite, a few
thatched cottages were grouped harmoniously.
Looking behind, the girl is shaking the scarecrow
he has just run past. It sways better than the Neither said anything, but they sat down side by
other one. At the place where the rice fields side straddling a rock. All around them seemed
ended was a ditch. The girl jumped across it exceptionally quiet. The hot autumn sunshine
first. was spreading the fragrance of grass drying,
that was all.
From there as far as the foot of the hills was all
fields. ‘What kind of flower is that?’
They passed the top of a field where millet stalks On a rather steep incline, the last flowers of the
were stacked together. season were blooming on a tangled arrowroot
creeper.
‘What’s that?’
‘It looks just like wisteria. There was a big
‘A shelter.’ wisteria in our school up in Seoul. Seeing those
flowers makes me think of the friends I used to
‘Look, little yellow melons. Are they good?’ play with underneath it.’
‘Sure, they’re alright, but water melons taste The girl stands up and heads for the slope. She
better.’ seizes a creeper where there are many flowers
blooming and starts to tug at it. It does not snap
‘If only I could eat one . . .’ easily. Making more of an effort, she ends up
slipping. She grabbed hold of an arrowroot vine.
The boy went into the field where white radishes
have been sown among the remains of the The boy, alarmed, came running over. The girl
melon plants and came back with two radishes held out a hand. As he was pulling her up by the
he’d pulled up. They were still not fully grown. hand, the boy apologizes that he would have
After he had twisted off and thrown aside the picked it for her. Drops of blood were seeping
leaves, he handed one to the girl. Then, as if to from the girl’s right knee. Automatically the boy
say ‘this is how you eat it,’ after taking a bite at applied his lips to the scratch and began to suck.
the larger end he peeled away a strip of the peel Then, struck by some thought, he rose and went
with his nails and bit into the flesh beneath. running a little way off.
millet. It was a dark and very narrow space. The
Returning a moment later, out of breath, the boy boy sat beside the stack and let the rain soak
said: ‘If you spread this over it, it’ll get better.’ him. Steam rose from his shoulders.
After he had spread pine resin over the scratch, The girl told him, in a kind of whisper, that he
he went running to the place where the should come and sit inside. I’m alright, he
arrowroot vines were and bit off with his teeth replied. Again, the girl told him to come and sit
several that had a lot of flowers; these he inside.
brought back up to her. Then he said: ‘There’s a
calf over there. Come on.’ He had no choice but to enter backwards. As he
did so, he crushed the flowers the girl was still
It was a yellowish calf. It had not yet had its nose holding. But the girl thought it did not matter. The
pierced with a ring. stench from the boy’s wet body filled her nostrils.
But she did not turn her head aside. Rather, she
The boy seized the bridle tightly, pretended to felt that the trembling in her body was
scratch its back and mounted it with a bound. diminishing on account of the warmth of the
The calf bucks and begins to turn in circles. boy’s body.
The girl’s pale face, pink jumper, indigo skirt, Abruptly the noise on the millet leaves stopped.
together with the flowers she is holding all turn It was clearing up outside.
into a blur. It all looks like a great bunch of
flowers. He feels dizzy. But he’s not going to get They emerged from among the millet stalks. Not
off. He was proud. Here was something the girl far in front of them sunlight was already shining
could never imitate, that only he could do. down dazzlingly. Arriving at the ditch, they found
a great flood of water filling it. In the sunlight it
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ shone red, a muddy torrent. They could not jump
across it.
A farmer was coming up through the high grass.
The boy turned his back to her. The girl
He leaped off the calf’s back. He expects to be obediently let him carry her. The water rose as
scolded – ‘Suppose you hurt the calf’s back by far as the boy’s rolled-up breeches.
riding it, what then?’
The girl cried out, and clasped the boy’s neck.
But the long-bearded farmer merely glanced
once toward the girl, grabbed the calf by the Before they reached the stream, the autumn sky
halter, and said, ‘You’d best get home fast. had cleared and soon it was completely blue,
There’s a shower coming up.’ cloudless, as if nothing had ever happened.
Indeed, a dark cloud is rising over their heads. After that there was no sign of the girl. Every day
They suddenly find themselves surrounded on he ran to the stream to look, but she was not to
all sides by noises. The wind blows past with a be seen. At break-time in school he used to
rustling sound. In a flash everything around them search the playground. He even stole a secret
turned dark purple. As they make their way glance into the 5th-grade girls’ classroom. But
downhill, raindrops can be heard striking the oak she was not to be seen.
leaves. Big raindrops. The napes of their necks
felt cool. Then in an instant a curtain of rain bars That day too the boy came out to the stream
the way ahead. Through the rain, they could see side, rubbing the white pebble in his pocket. Lo
a shack standing in a field. They would have go and behold, if the girl was not sitting there on the
and shelter there. But the pillars were all aslant bank of the stream!
and the roofing was in tatters. He helped the girl
up, pointing out a spot where the roof was The boy felt his heart begin to race.
leaking less.
‘I was sick all this while.’
Her lips had gone blue. Her shoulders kept
trembling. Certainly, the girl’s face had grown paler.
He took off his cotton jacket and wrapped it ‘Wasn’t it because you got wet that day, in the
round the girl’s shoulders. She raised her eyes shower?’
and simply looked at him; she remained silent,
letting him do as he wished. Next, he drew from The girl nodded silently.
the bunch of flowers she had been hugging
those with broken stems and crushed flowers, ‘Are you better now?’
that he spread under her feet. Rain soon began
to drip onto the spot where she was standing. ‘Not yet . . .’
They could not shelter there any longer.
‘Then you ought to be lying down.’
After looking outside, the boy went running
toward the millet field, as if struck by a thought. ‘It was too boring so I came out. . . . You know,
He pushed apart one of the stacks formed by it was fun, that day . . . only, somewhere that
leaning the millet stalks together upright, then day this got stained and it won’t come out.’
carried over another stack and added it to the
first. Then he parted the stalks again, before She looked down at the front of the pink jumper.
waving her to come over. It was stained with what looked like dark red
mud.
The rain did not penetrate inside the stack of
The girl silently displayed her dimple, as she He asked where he was going.
asked, ‘What kind of stain could it be?’
Without bothering to reply, his father weighed up
The boy was simply staring at the front of the the chicken he was holding: ‘Will one this size
jumper. do?’
‘You know, I’ve figured it out. That day, when we His mother handed him a mesh bag: ‘It’s already
crossed the ditch, I rode on your back, didn’t I? been clucking and looking for a place to lay for
This stain came off your back then.’ several days. It may not look very big, it must be
fat.’ This time the boy tried asking his mother
The boy felt his face flush. At the parting of the where his father was going.
ways, the girl added: ‘Here, we picked the
jujubes up at our house this morning . . . . for the ‘Why, he’s off to the house of Master Yun over in
ancestral rites tomorrow . . .’ She offers him a the valley by the old school. He can use it for
handful of jujubes. The boy hesitates. their offerings . . .’ ‘Then he should take a really
big one. That speckled rooster . . .’ At those
‘Taste one. My great-grandfather planted the words his father laughed out loud and said, ‘Hey,
tree, he says. They’re very sweet.’ The boy held there’s flesh enough on this one.’
out his hands cupped together, saying: ‘Why,
they’re really big!’ The boy felt abashed for no real reason, so he
threw his school books down, went across to the
“Then this time, after the ancestral rites, there’s stable and gave the cow a good slap on the
something more. We’re vacating the house.’ back as if he were killing a blowfly.
Before the girl’s folk had moved down here, the
boy had already heard his parents talking; he The water in the stream matured daily.
knew how Master Yun’s grandson’s business in
Seoul had failed, so that he was unable to return The boy went up to the parting of the ways and
to his home. It looked as though their family turned downhill. The village round the old school
house was going to pass into other hands now. looked very near beneath the clear blue sky.
‘For some reason, I hate the thought of moving His parents had said that the girl’s family was
house. It’s the parents’ decision, of course, so moving to Yangpyong the next day. There, they
there’s nothing I can do . . .’ For the first time, a were going to run a tiny store.
sorrowful look came into the girl’s dark eyes.
Unthinkingly, the boy caressed the walnuts in his
On his way home after parting from the girl, the pocket while with the other hand he was bending
boy found himself repeating countless times to and breaking off a host of reeds.
himself, ‘The girl is moving house.’ He did not
feel particularly regretful or sorrowful. However, That evening the boy kept returning to the same
the boy was unaware of the sweetness of the idea, even after he was lying down to sleep:
jujube he was chewing. Tomorrow, suppose I went to see the girl’s
family leaving. If I went, perhaps I might see her.
That evening, the boy went in secret to old
Deoksoi’s walnut orchard. Then he must have drifted off to sleep, but then:
‘Well, really, what a world we live in . . .’
He climbed the tree he had singled out during
the day. Then he began to beat at the branch he Father must have come back from the village.
had singled out with a pole. The sound of falling ‘Just look at the family of Master Yun, now. All
walnuts was strangely loud. His heart froze. But their fields sold off, the house they’ve lived in for
the next moment he was wielding the pole with generations handed over to other folk, and then
unsuspected vigor: You big nuts, lots of you, the child dying before the parents . . .’ His
come on, fall down, lots of you, fall. mother, sitting sewing in the lamplight, replied:
‘That great-granddaughter of his was theonly
On the way back, he kept to the shadows cast child, wasn’t she?’
by the nearly full moon. In two days’ time it
would be the autumn full moon. It was the first ‘Yes. There were two boys but they lost them
time he felt grateful for shadows. both when they were still small . . .’ ‘How can a
family be so unblessed in its children?’
He stroked his swollen pocket. He did not care a
bit about the saying that peeling walnuts with ‘That’s a fact. The girl, now, she was sick for
bare hands often brings up a rash. All he could several days and they couldn’t even afford any
think was that he must quickly give the girl a proper medicine. Now the whole family line of
taste of these walnuts from old Deoksoi’s trees, Master Yun is cut off. . . . But you know, that little
the finest in the whole village. girl, don’t you think it’s a bit odd? Why, before
she died, believe it or not it seems she said that
At that moment an alarming thought struck him. if she died, she wanted them to bury her in the
He had failed to tell the girl that once she was clothes she’d been wearing every day, just as
better, before they moved away, he wanted her they were. . .
to come out one last time to the streamside. You
fool! You fool!