“Five women who surrendered to love” Saikaku in summary
Novella about Seijuro from Himeji
Excellent reed hats are made in Himeji!
In a large noisy harbor on the seashore, where rich transatlantic vessels always stand on the dock, a man named Izumi Seijuro, a cheerful, prosperous handsome man, who entered the path of amorous pleasures, lived among the distillers. City fashionable women overpowered him with their feelings, some amulets with oaths accumulated from him with a thousand ligaments, strands of black female hair entwined in a large bundle, love notes piled up in a mountain, and gifted capes with hieroglyphics unrelieved a pile lying on the floor. Tired of Seijuro’s gifts, and he pushed them into the pantry, and on the doorway wrote: “Pantry of Love.” He approached a hetaera named Minagawa and with her life cheerfully burned: in the daytime shutters were closed and lamps were lit, they arranged a “country of eternal night” in their house, invited court jesters and played with their jokes
In spring, cherry blossoms in the mountains, and people with children and wives dressed and razubrannymi, rush to admire the beautiful spectacle, and even show themselves. The barrels of wine were uncorked, the beauties sat in carriages and hid behind curtains, the servants drank wine and danced, buffoons performed dances in lion masks. O-Natsu did not show up in public, she did not show up for the show, the sick man showed up and took cover behind the curtain, which was stretched right there, Seijuro noticed that O-Natsu alone and slipped to it by a side path. They squeezed each other’s hands and forgot for joy, only the hearts trembled according to. When Seijuro suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, the buffoons suddenly interrupted the performance, and the people were surprised. But the evening haze was already gathering, and everyone dispersed, no one realized that the show was arranged,
Seijuro decided to steal ONATSu and flee with her to Kyoto, they hurried to seize the boat, sailing away before sunset. They only sailed in a boat full of all the people-there was a salesman, a soothsayer, a spellcaster, and a gunsmith, just went to sea, as one passenger shouted that he had left his box with letters in the hotel, and the boat turned back, and on Seijuro was already waiting, seized, tied up with ropes and taken to Himeji. Seijuro was grieving, feared for his life and for life O-Natsu feared. And in the meantime she prayed to the deity, that in Muro, about the extension of Seijuro days. And then a deity appeared to her in a dream at night and gave her a wonderful lecture: “Listen, girl, everyone is begging me: then give me money, then a good husband, then kill me, he disgusts me, then give me a nose straight, requests are so small, if only somebody else wished, but the deity can not do everything, not over everything. I would listen to my parents and get a good husband, but I gave myself up to love and what suffering you are experiencing now. Your days will be long, but the days of Seijuro are numbered. “
And the next morning it turned out that Father O-Natsu had lost a lot of money, was accused of everything Seijuro, and he accepted death in the prime of life and strength. And then in the summer they shook off the winter dress and found that money unexpectedly and unreasonably.
O-Natsu did not know about Seijuro’s death for a long time, but one day the children began singing a cheerful song under her window – and just about the execution of her sweetheart. She lost her mind, ran out into the street and began running and singing along with the children, so she took pity to look at her. Her servants all one by one also went crazy. Recovering, O-Natsu changed her sixteen-year-old dress to a monastic robe, offered prayers, tore flowers and set them before the Buddha’s altar, and spent all night reading the sutras at the lamp. The money found in the dress was donated by Father O-Natsu to the remembrance of Seijuro’s soul.
Novella about a bond that opened its heart of love
If you need barrels – buy in the Tenma!
Human life has a limit – there is no limit to love. There was one man who knew the frailty of our existence – he made coffins. His wife was unlike a village woman – the skin was white, her gait was light, as if her legs were not touching the ground. She served from a young age as a servant in the manor house, she was smart – and the old landlady could please, and young to please, so that they soon entrusted her the keys to the storerooms. Once by autumn they began to clean up the house, put on a summer dress, clean the house from top to bottom. They also gathered and cleaned the well behind the fence, which they did not take out of it: the cabbage leaves with a sewn sewing needle, a knife, a carnation, a patched child’s breastplate, called for the bonder to put new rivets on the lower hoop of the log. The cooper tried to repair the hoop, but look, beside him the grandmother was busy in a puddle next to a living lizard, and the grandmother told him that this lizard is called the keeper of the well, and if you catch her and burn it in a bamboo knee, and pour ash on the head of the one you love, she will also fall in love with you without memory. And he loved the cooper’s local maid with an easy tread of O-Sen. Grandma Grandma promised to charm him dear, and he also caught fire like a bonfire, promised her with three boxes.
And in Tenma foxes and badgers were working, which aroused fear on the inhabitants, because there is nothing more terrible in the world than werewolves, taking lives from people. In one dark night, the mischievous old woman who promised to surround the maid ran to the gates of the house where O-Sen had served, and wove all sorts of lies, say, met a handsome, young, proud man who swore to her in a passionate love for O-Sen, and if she will not marry him, threatened to die, and after the death of everyone in this house to decide. Then the old mistress, frightened, said that if so, and such secret love is not uncommon in the wide world, then let O-Sen take it, if he is decent, can support his wife and does not gamble in gambling. Yes, and the grandmother, seizing the moment, sang O-Sen about the young handsome man, who does not give a pass to her, she asks her to marry, and she, unable to bear it, asked the grandmother to arrange a date. We decided on that,
It was time to blossom the windworms, the landlady ordered them to prepare everything for admiration early in the morning: O-Sen laid carpets in the garden, set special seats on them, put teapots with tea and rice cakes in boxes, prepared capes, wide satin belts, checked – whether the servants of patches on clothes – because from neighboring houses, too, will come to admire the flowering. O-Sen, meanwhile, went to a pilgrimage with a grandmother, and even after them a worker from the house, who had long seen the maid, got stuck. On the way, as it was agreed, they joined the cooper, and everything would be fine, but the co-worker was completely inopportune. At night we settled in the hotel. O-Sen wanted to talk about cooperative affairs, and the worker was on his guard, he was not asleep, he was talking about conversations, he was cooperating like a sin for everything – and clove oil in the sink, and paper napkins, but nothing came of it. All night they built each other’s slingshots of love, but both did not make sense. They sat down in the morning four together for one horse and went to the temples, but no one thinks about the temples: the worker will pinch O-Sen by the finger, then cooperate with her – for the barrel, but all in secret and quietly. But in the city the worker went to a friend, here it was all right, the grandmother O-Sen was brought in with a bondman in the shop at the breakfast vendor of the bento. The worker returned to the hotel, and O-Sen and grandmother did not even catch a trace. Here business also was going to, the grandmother O-Sen with a bondager in a bench at the supplier of breakfasts of a bento reduced. The worker returned to the hotel, and O-Sen and grandmother did not even catch a trace. Here business also was going to, the grandmother O-Sen with a bondager in a bench at the supplier of breakfasts of a bento reduced. The worker returned to the hotel, and O-Sen and grandmother did not even catch a trace.
They returned from the pilgrimage separately, but the landlader was still angry, she suspected the innocent worker of a bad deed and drove him from the place, But the worker did not lose money, settled with the seller rice in Kitakhama and married one of the local sluts, lives there, O-Sen and I forgot to think. As for O-Seng, she could not forget the short love of the cooper at the vendor’s breakfast store, was stunned and depressed, her feelings became confused. Then the troubles began in the house: then lightning struck the roof, then the cock crowed in the night, then the bottom of the large cauldron fell out. Called a clever grandmother, and that take it and say that this cooper requires O-Sen. Has reached the owner with the mistress, and those insisted that O-Sen gave the cooper. They gave her dresses that were put to a married woman, blackened her teeth for beauty, chose a favorable day, gave an unpainted trunk, baskets, two capes from the master’s shoulders, a mosquito net – in a word, a bunch of all kindness. And they healed happily, cooper was industrious, and even O-Sen learned a lot, weaved the fabric in stripes and painted it with violet paint. And she was very loving to take care of her husband, warmed his food in the winter, fanning her in the summer. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will see a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. mosquito net – in a word, a bunch of all good. And they healed happily, cooper was industrious, and even O-Sen learned a lot, weaved the fabric in stripes and painted it with violet paint. And she was very loving to take care of her husband, warming his food in the winter, fanning her in the summer. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will see a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. mosquito net – in a word, a bunch of all good. And they healed happily, cooper was industrious, and even O-Sen learned a lot, weaved the fabric in stripes and painted it with violet paint. And she was very loving to take care of her husband, warmed his food in the winter, fanning her in the summer. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will see a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. and O-Sen learned a lot, weaved the fabric in stripes and painted it with purple paint. And she was very loving to take care of her husband, warmed his food in the winter, fanning her in the summer. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will see a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. and O-Sen learned a lot, weaved the fabric in stripes and painted it with purple paint. And she was very loving to take care of her husband, warmed his food in the winter, fanning her in the summer. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will look at a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will look at a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. Two children were born to them. And yet women are a fickle people, they will see a play from those that are put in Dotonbori, and they take everything at face value. The cherry blossoms will blossom, wisteria will blossom, but, she’s already walking with some handsome man, she forgot about thrift, she looks at her husband ferociously. No, in noble families this does not happen, so there women always are faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women get their lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. there, women are always faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women start lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path. there, women are always faithful to their husbands until death… although there is occasionally a sin, and there women start lovers on their side. But always need to be afraid of a false path.
Once in the house of the former mistress of O-Sen, copious funeral commemorations were performed, all the neighbors appeared to help, and even O-Sen came, she was an artisan. She accepted beautifully to spread pies and persimmon on a large dish, and then the owner began to take out dishes from the top shelf, and dropped O-Sen on her head, her hair and disheveled, saw this mistress, jealous, said that the hairdresses just do not fall apart. O-Sen was angry with her mistress for such a vain thing and decided to take revenge: to really entice the owner, to pull the proprietress’s nose. She called her master to her at night, the coop was fast asleep, the lamp had gone out for a long time, but when he heard a whisper, he woke up and rushed to his lovers. The owner rushed to flee in what his mother gave birth, and O-Sen – what she had to do, how to get away from shame: she took a chisel and pierced her breast, her dead body was exposed to shame. They composed various songs about her, and her name became known throughout the country right up to the most remote provinces. Yes, one can not avoid a person’s retaliation for bad deeds.
The story of the compiler of calendars, immersed in their tables
The best calendars are made in the capital!
The first day of the new moon of 1628 is the day of a happy brush. Everything recorded on this day will bring good luck, and the second day – the day of the woman, from ancient times comprehend the science of passion on this day. She lived at that time a beauty, the wife of the compiler of calendars, she was beautiful in appearance, like the first cherries that are about to blossom, her lips looked like scarlet maples in the mountains in the autumn, eyebrows could compete with the lunar crescent. A lot of songs were written about her, there were a lot of fashionistas in the capital, but no one could compare with her. At all the crossroads of the capital, there was only talk about four kings – the company of young ponies, the sons of wealthy parents. They spent whole days amusing themselves, indulging in love, not missing a single day, dawn met with geishas in Simabara – a cheerful quarter, had fun with actors in the evening, they were with men, that with women – all the same! Once they were sitting in a restaurant and looked at passing women, returning with admiring flowers. But the respectable ladies sailed in a stretcher behind the curtains, and their faces could not, unfortunately, be discerned. And those who ran past on their own two, can not be called beauties, though they are also ugly. And yet they moved the inkbrush, brushes and paper and began to write, listing all the dignities: what kind of neck, nose, and what a lining on the cape. Suddenly some pretty little lady will open her mouth, but there is not enough tooth, there is, of course, one disappointment. Past one beauty after another, here is a young one: the bottom dress is yellow, then one more – through the purple white specks, and the upper from the mouse-colored satin with fine sewing – the sparrows are flying, and on the patent-leather hat the hairpins and laces from the paper strips, but that’s bad luck – On the left cheek a small scar. Then the tobacco woman, her hair in disorder, her clothes are not fair, and her facial features are beautiful, strict, and in all the raises tenderness to the tobacco woman has become chilled. Next, the little woman, dressed up brightly, hat on four different colored laces shifted so as not to cover her face. “Here it is, here it is,” the rakes screamed, and, look, behind it three nannies carry rosy-cheeked children, well, it was laughing! Next was a girl on a stretcher about fourteen years old, her beauty was so conspicuous that she did not need to describe it in detail. A fashionable hat is followed by servants, and she is covered by a branch of wisteria. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today a rake. And she herself is like a lovely flower. the hat on the four multicolored laces is shifted so as not to cover the face. “Here it is, here it is,” the rakes screamed, and, look, behind it three nannies carry rosy-cheeked children, well, it was laughing! Next was a girl on a stretcher about fourteen years old, her beauty was so conspicuous that she did not need to describe it in detail. A fashionable hat is followed by servants, and she is covered by a branch of wisteria. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today a rake. And she herself is like a lovely flower. the hat on the four multicolored laces is shifted so as not to cover the face. “Here it is, here it is,” the rakes screamed, and, look, behind it three nannies carry rosy-cheeked children, well, it was laughing! Next was a girl on a stretcher about fourteen years old, her beauty was so conspicuous that she did not need to describe it in detail. A fashionable hat is followed by servants, and she is covered by a branch of wisteria. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today a rake. And she herself is like a lovely flower. A fashionable hat is followed by servants, and she is covered by a branch of wisteria. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today a rake. And she herself is like a lovely flower. A fashionable hat is followed by servants, and she is covered by a branch of wisteria. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today a rake. And she herself is like a lovely flower.
One court compiler of calendars for a long time remained single, his taste was very legible. And he wanted to find a woman and a high soul, and a beautiful appearance, he turned to the matchmaker, nicknamed Govorivaya and asked her to marry him a girl with a branch of wisteria, called the girl O-san. Taking her as wife, he did not regret, she was an exemplary mistress of a merchant’s house, the farming flourished, the joy in the house was the key. And then the compiler of calendars was on the road, O-san’s parents were worried if her daughter would manage with the household, and they sent her to help the young guy Moemon, honest, for not chasing the fashion. Somehow expecting the approach of winter, Moemon decided to make himself moxibustion for health promotion. The lightest hand was in the handmaid Rin, Rin prepared the twisted blades of the Chernobylnik and began to make Moyemon moxibustion, and to ease the pain, she began to massage his back, and at that moment the tenderness for Moemon crept into her heart. But the servant did not know how to write, with envy she looked even at the clumsy scribbles that the youngest servant in the house showed. O-san, after learning about it, suggested that Rin write a letter for her, it was good to write a few more letters. Rin quietly forwarded a letter to Moemon and received from him a rather unceremonious response. The young mistress of O-san’s house decided to teach him a lesson and sent him an eloquent letter telling all his sorrows. Indeed, the message touched Moemon, he himself appointed her a date for the fifteenth night. Then all the maidens began to laugh at him, and the mistress herself decided, dressing in Rin’s dress, to play the role of her maid. That’s gonna be fun. It was agreed that the maidens would hide in the corners, who with the stick, who with the rolling pin, and at the call of O-san they will jump out with screams and throw themselves on the unlucky knight. But the maids were tired of screaming and fussing, and all, as one, fell asleep. Moemon crept up to the hostess and, while she was sleeping, threw back the floor of her dress and pressed herself against her. O-san, waking up, did not remember herself from shame, but there was nothing to do, in a secret it was impossible to keep everything. And Mohamond went to visit her every night. O-san took possession of all his thoughts, he did not even think about the servant girl. That’s the way it turned unnoticed from the true path. In old books it is written: “Inscrutable ways of love”. The current women of fashion do not spend time on the temple, but only try to outdo each other with the beauty of dresses. O-Sato decided to go on a pilgrimage with Moemon, they sat in a boat and sailed along Lake Biwa: “Our life is still going on, is not this the name of Mount Nagarayama – the mountains of Long life, What is visible from here? “These thoughts caused tears in their eyes, and their sleeves were moistened.” As from the greatness of the capital Shiga there is nothing but tradition, so it will be with us… “And they decided to pretend that they were drowning together in the lake, and themselves to hide in the mountains and lead a solitary life in the remote places. They left farewell letters to their relatives, attached their talismans – a Buddha figure, a sword hilt – an iron guard in the shape of a dragon with a copper braid, and clothes and shoes and threw All this is under the coastal willow. The people thought that they were drowning, they raised their tears and screamed, they began to search for bodies, but they found nothing, O-san and Moemon wandered in the mountains, they were terrified to be among the dead during their lifetime, they lost their way, were exhausted, O-san was so tired that she was preparing for death. But after long walks on the steep mountain roads they came out to the people, they handed the gold man to the tea-room, but he never saw such money and refused to take it. Moemon found his aunt’s house far away in the mountains, here and spent the night, O-san was given for his younger sister, who had long served in the palace, but missed it there. Local residents marveled at the beauty of the young lady, and her aunt knew that she had money, and decided to give her away for her son. O-san only cried furtively, because Auntie’s son was very scary of herself: the growth of a huge, all-in-the-swirls, like a Chinese lion, arms-legs, that pine trunks, in glittering eyes red veins, and his name – Rushing through the mountains of Zentaro. He was delighted to see the capital thing, and caught fire the same evening to celebrate the wedding. They began to prepare for the wedding ceremony: the mother collected a miserable treat, found a bottle of wine with spilled bottles, arranged a hard bed. It is impossible to imagine the grief of O-san, the confusion of Moemon! “It was better for us to die in Lake Biwa!” Moemon was about to be stabbed with a sword, but O-san talked it out, a clever plan came into her head. She drank her son, and when he fell asleep on her lap, she and Moemon again fled to the mountains. Wandering along the roads, they went out to the mountain temple and fell asleep tired at the door. And in a dream they had a vision: the deity of the temple appeared and told them that wherever they went, retribution overtook them, and therefore it is better for them to give a monastic vow and settle separately, only then will they renounce sinful thoughts and enter the Path of enlightenment. But his lovers did not listen, they decided to continue to test fate. Going further along the road, they heard the farewell words of the deity: “
O-San and Moemon settled in a remote village, and at first everything went well, but then Moemon yearned for the capital and went there, although he had no business there. He walked past the pond and saw the moon in the sky, and in the water another – a reflection, just like him and O-san, and his sleeve was moistened with stupid tears. He got to the busy streets of the capital, wandered around them for a long time, inhaling the familiar air of comfort and the pleasures of the capital, and he heard inadvertently talking about himself. Friends praised him for his courage – he seduced such a beauty, and even his master’s wife! – for it is not a pity to pay with life, and others assured that he – zhivehonek, but only hides somewhere together with O-san. Hearing about this, Moemon rushed to run and the lanes and courtyards went out to the outskirts of the city. Then he saw how the strolling artists show a performance on the street, he stopped to look. According to the play, one of the heroes kidnapped the girl – and it became very unpleasant for him. Yes, here he saw, among the audience, the wife of Mrs. O-san! The spirit seized Moemon, he froze, almost fainted with fear and again ran.
One day, during a chrysanthemum festival, a wandering chestnut vendor came to the house of the calendars compiler, he asked about the hostess and wondered what Tango saw exactly the same mistress, indistinguishable from O-san. Sent the compiler of the calendars of people to the mountain village, they seized the lovers-and, yesterday, still living people wandered, and today only dew at the place of execution in Awadaguchi, just a dream that dreamed at daybreak twenty-second day of the ninth month… And now the memory of them is alive, people remember the light dress of O-san.
Novella about the greengrocer who ruined the sprouts of love
Tasty greens in Edo
In the city everyone is in a hurry to meet the spring, the streets are full of bustle, the blind people are pulling their songs: “Give a penny to a blind man,” the callers cry out offers to buy, sell, exchange; traders of crayfish, chestnut yelling all the way. They scurry about, passers-by get off their feet, the hostesses rush to the shops: the end of the year is a busy time. And then the fire – dragging the scales, screaming, crying and in no time a large rich house turns into ashes.
Then in the city of Edo lived a greenie Khatibe, and he had a single daughter named O-City. With what you can compare it, if not with a flower, then with a flowering cherry, if not with the moon, then with its pure reflection in the water. When the fire began – and it was near the greengrocer’s house – they, in order to avoid unhappiness, all the family moved to the temple, other neighbors came running to the temple, the cry of babies was heard near the altar, female aprons, gongs and copper plates were fitted in front of the Buddha statue instead of a washstand. But even the Buddha himself was condescending to this – there are such moments in people’s lives. Among the clothes that the abbot gave to the people, there was one man’s dress – black, from expensive cloth, it gracefully embroidered a coat of arms – Pavlonia and a branch of a ginkgo tree, and a lining of scarlet silk. And O-City got into the soul of this clothes. Who wore it? What graceful noble young man has abandoned the world and left this dress here? O-City loaded up, imagining this young man, and thought about the transience of life. Then he and his mother saw a young man who was trying to pull a splinter out of his finger not far from them, but nothing at all. Mother also tried, but her eyes were already old, nothing happened, then she tried O-City and immediately pulled out a splinter, she did not want to take her hand from the boy, but she had to hide the tweezers secretly, but then she realized, and, returning to the boy, gave the tweezers. And it started with that their mutual feeling. Mother also tried, but her eyes were already old, nothing happened, then she tried O-City and immediately pulled out a splinter, she did not want to take her hand from the boy, but she had to hide the tweezers secretly, but then she realized, and, returning to the boy, gave the tweezers. And it started with that their mutual feeling. Mother also tried, but her eyes were already old, nothing happened, then she tried O-City and immediately pulled out a splinter, she did not want to take her hand from the boy, but she had to hide the tweezers secretly, but then she realized, and, returning to the boy, gave the tweezers. And it started with that their mutual feeling.
Asked O-City people and found out that the name of the young man Kitidzaburo, he is a wandering samurai, and by nature a man is gentle and generous. She wrote him a love letter, and their feelings merged like two streams. Torn with love, they just waited for a convenient opportunity to connect the headboard. And on the fifteenth night some people came running with the news that one rice merchant had died and it was necessary to burn the body today. All the servants of the temple, all the men rushed to the ceremony, and here the thunder, at home some old grandmothers, who stocked up the peas, – let’s flee from the thunder. O-City, though afraid of thunderstorms, but thought that today – the only time when you can meet with Kitidzaburo. At dawn, people finally fell asleep, O City got up and walked quietly to the exit, it was still dark. Then the old umma woke up and whispered that Kitidzaburo was sleeping in the cell opposite. How she had guessed everything, evidently, she had been naughty in her youth, O-City thought, and gave her beautiful purple girdle to the old woman. Kitidzaburo saw O-City, trembled all over, they both loved for the first time, and it did not immediately go well. But there was a thunderclap, and the first drops of love were poured. They swore to each other in eternal love, and then – oh, what a pity! – the dawn has come.
In the morning the O-City family returned home, and the connection of the lovers was interrupted. O-City was very homesick, but there was nothing to do. One winter in the cold, a boy came to the threshold, a wandering mushroom trader and horse whiskers, and meanwhile a night was approaching, in the courtyard of the cold, the owners regretted the boy, they let him in the house warm, so he fell asleep in the passage. And at night they came running with the news that the neighbor was being removed from the berem, and the hosts, having barely time to put their feet in the sandal, ran to see the baby. O-City came out to see them off and looked casually at the sleeper, but that’s Kithidzaburo! O-City took the young man to her room, rubbed and warmed her, and then her parents returned. She hid the boy under a pile of dresses, and when the parents fell asleep, they sat together behind the screen and let’s talk, but it was very scary that adults would hear,
But O-City did not have any hopes for a new meeting, and then she decided on a crime, remembering that their first meeting was possible because of a fire, and the girl decided to act horribly – she set fire to the house: the smoke started, the people started running and screaming and shouting and when we looked at it, we realized that it was all O-City’s fault. She was taken around the city, exposing the public to shame, and people rushed in crowds to gawk at her, no one regretted the unfortunate. She was still beautiful, because she continued to love Kitidzaburo. Before execution, she was given a branch of a late-flowered plum in her hands, and she, admiring her, put together such lines: “A sad world where a person is staying!” / We leave a name in this world / Only the wind that will come in spring… / And this vepsa now will fly… / Oh, Vetka, late for the flowering! .. “
Only yesterday I was alive, but today there is no ashes or ashes. Only the wind irrigates pine needles, and another passerby, hearing the story of O-City, will stop and think.
From Kitidzaburo they hid the whole truth, especially since he was lying seriously ill. Parents covered the funeral pillar with sacrificial water, and when Kididzaburo saw him at the end of a hundred days after O-City’s death, he set out to take his own life, but the abbot of the temple took away and hid his sword, so he had only to bite his tongue or stick his head in the noose, that is, to take death as the wicked. Do not decided on this Kitidzaburo, and finally, with the blessing of the abbot took tonsure. So it was a shame to shave off the hair to such a handsome man that the bonsai threw the razor twice. He was sorry for Kitidzaburo even more than O-City in the last moments of her life. Take tonsure because of love! Alas! And sadness, and love – all mixed up in this world.
Novella about Gangobey, who loved a lot
Gengobey was in those places famous handsome, he combed his hair in an unusual way, and the blade wore a belt of unreasonable length. Yes, and he loved only a young man, day and night indulged in love, and weak long-haired creatures bypassed. Especially he loved a young man of extraordinary beauty, so it was not a pity to give his life for him. His name was Khatijuro. It looked like a half-opened cherry blossom. Once they were alone in a dull, rainy night and played the flute, the wind brought the scent of a flowering plum through the window, the bamboo rustled, the night bird faintly screamed, the lamp dimly lit. And suddenly the young man turned pale and his breath broke. Oh God! beautiful Khatijuro died! Gangobey cried, he forgot, that their meeting was secret. People came running, but nothing could be done: neither the drugs nor the mopping helped. But what to do, they betrayed the body of the young handsome man to the fire, then filled the ashes with a pitcher and buried among the young grasses. Tearing himself into tears, Gangobay indulged in desperation at the grave of a friend. Every day he collected fresh flowers, so that their fragrance pleased the deceased. So, like a dream, flashed summer days, came autumn. A convolvulus encircled the fence of the old temple, and our life seemed to Gengobey not more durable than the droplets of dew on the petioles of the convolvulus. And Gengobey decided to leave his native places, and before that, from the bottom of his heart he gave a monastic vow. and our life seemed to Gengobey not more durable than droplets of dew on the petioles of bindweed. And Gengobey decided to leave his native places, and before that, from the bottom of his heart he gave a monastic vow. and our life seemed to Gengobey not more durable than droplets of dew on the petioles of bindweed. And Gengobey decided to leave his native places, and before that, from the bottom of his heart he gave a monastic vow.
In the villages were preparing for the winter, Gengobey was walking through the fields and saw how the peasants were storing the fallen wood and reeds, they were kicking out clothes – the knocking of the rollers came from everywhere. There, in the fields, Gengobey saw a handsome young man looking out for birds in the crimson thickets of a bush. The young man had green clothes, a purple belt, and a blade with a gold guard on his side. His beauty was soft, radiant, so that even he was like a woman. Until the twilight, he admired the young men, and then went out of the shadows and promised him to catch many, many birds. Having lowered his cassock from one shoulder, so that he was more adroit, he caught a lot of birds. The young man invited Gengobey to his dwelling, where there were many books, a garden with strange birds, old weapons on the walls. The servants brought a rich meal, and at night they exchanged vows. Too soon the dawn came, it was necessary to leave, because Gangobey was going to the monastery on a pilgrimage. But only he left the house of a beautiful young man, how completely he forgot about pious matters, he stayed in the monastery only one day, hastily prayed and immediately on the way back. Entering the young man’s house, tired Gangobey fell asleep, but at night he was awakened by the father of a handsome man. He informed Gengobey that the unfortunate young man had died immediately after his departure, and until his death he had spoken of some reverend father. Gangobey plunged into inexpressible grief and completely ceased to cherish his life. He decided this time to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men – all this was retribution for his past life, that’s the thing! in the monastery was only one day, hastily prayed and immediately on the way back. Entering the young man’s house, tired Gangobey fell asleep, but at night he was awakened by the father of a handsome man. He informed Gengobey that the unfortunate young man had died immediately after his departure, and until his death he had spoken of some reverend father. Gangobey plunged into inexpressible grief and completely ceased to cherish his life. He decided this time to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men – all this was retribution for his past life, that’s the thing! in the monastery was only one day, hastily prayed and immediately on the way back. Entering the young man’s house, tired Gangobey fell asleep, but at night he was awakened by the father of a handsome man. He informed Gengobey that the unfortunate young man had died immediately after his departure, and until his death he had spoken of some reverend father. Gangobey plunged into inexpressible grief and completely ceased to cherish his life. He decided this time to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men – all this was retribution for his past life, that’s the thing! and until his death, he was talking about some reverend father. Gangobey plunged into inexpressible grief and completely ceased to cherish his life. He decided this time to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men – all this was retribution for his past life, that’s the thing! and until his death, he was talking about some reverend father. Gangobey plunged into inexpressible grief and completely ceased to cherish his life. He decided this time to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men – all this was retribution for his past life, that’s the thing!
In life, it is regrettable that the deepest feelings and passions are so perishable, so fleeting, looking, the husband loses his young wife, the mother – the baby, it seems that there is only one way out – to commit suicide. Ahn, no, tears will dry up and a new passion seizes the heart – that’s what’s sad! The widow directs thoughts to all earthly treasures, the widow inconsolable already favorably listens to the speeches of the matchmakers about the new marriage, even without waiting for the thirty-five days of mourning, slowly rubs herself, puts on a bright under-dress, combs her hair in a special way – the bride is ready, but how tempting! There is no creature more terrible than a woman! And try to stop her madness – pours feigned tears.
In one town lived a girl named O-Man, the moon of the sixteenth night would hide in the clouds at the sight of her, so her beauty sparkled. This girl was flushed with tender feelings towards Gangobeya and overpowered him with love letters, but with all marriage proposals; that fell on her, answered with a refusal. In the end she had to pretend to be sick, and the longing of love brought her to the point that she began to look like a madman. Learning that Gengobei put on a monk’s robe, she was grieving for a long time, and then decided to see him for the last time in her life and set out on her journey. To travel alone, she had to shave her thick long hair, shave a tonsure on her head, put on a long dark dress. She walked along the mountain paths, walked along the hoarfrost – stood for the tenth month of the lunar calendar. She looked very much like a young novice, but a woman’s heart beat in her chest, and it was difficult for her to cope with it. Finally high in the mountains, over a deep gorge, she found the hermit’s hut, went in, looked around, and on the table the book “The sleeve of a dress in the night of love” is a treatise on love between men. Waited, waiting for O-Man Gangobey, and now I heard footsteps, look, and with the monk two beautiful young men – the spirits of the deceased. Frightened O-Man, but bravely stepped forward and confessed her love for the monk, the young men’s spirits immediately disappeared, and Gengobey began to flirt with O-Man, he did not know that he was a woman before him. Interlaced lovers in a passionate embrace, and Gangobey recoiled in fear. What is this woman?! But it began to quietly persuade O-Man, and the monk thought: “Love is one, whether it is to feed it to the young men or the girls – is not it all the same.” So everything was mixed up in this world,
Gangobey again assumed a worldly name, his thick, beautiful hair again grew back, he parted with black clothes – he changed beyond recognition. He took a poor hut in the vicinity of Kagoshima, she became a haven of love. He went to visit his parents’ house, because he had no means of subsistence. But the house passed into other hands, you can not hear more ringing of coins in the lavatory shop, parents died a miserable death. Gengobey became sad, he returned to his beloved, and they already have nothing to talk about and the cold fires that were extinguished. So they waited silently and waited for dawn, and their passion poured out. When there was nothing at all, dressed up as stray actors and began to depict scenes on mountain roads. O-Man and Gangobey fell completely, their beauty withered, and now they could be compared to the purple flowers of wisteria, which themselves wilt. But here, Fortunately, O-Mans found her parents, all the household members were happy, they gave their daughter all their possessions: home, gold, silver, mountains of Chinese fabrics, corals, and cups of Chinese masters, agate vessels, salt-cellars in the form of a woman with a fish tail, the chests did not have a number – smash anything, no one will notice. Gengobey and rejoiced and mourned: even if you start patronizing all the actors in the capital and even set up your own theater, you will not spend any such wealth in one life.
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