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A Strange Story
In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the
name of Smothers. The family consisted of John Smothers, his wife,
himself, their little daughter, five years of age, and her parents,
making six people toward the population of the city when counted for a
special write-up, but only three by actual count.
One night after supper the little girl was seized with a severe colic,
and John Smothers hurried down town to get some medicine.
He never came back.
The little girl recovered and in time grew up to womanhood.
The mother grieved very much over her husband's disappearance, and it
was nearly three months before she married again, and moved to San
Antonio.
The little girl also married in time, and after a few years had rolled
around, she also had a little girl five years of age.
She still lived in the same house where they dwelt when her father had
left and never returned.
One night by a remarkable coincidence her little girl was taken with
cramp colic on the anniversary of the disappearance of John Smothers,
who would now have been her grandfather if he had been alive and had a
steady job.
"I will go down town and get some medicine for her," said John Smith (for
it was none other than he whom she had married).
"No, no, dear John," cried his wife. "You, too, might disappear forever,
and then forget to come back."
So John Smith did not go, and together they sat by the bedside of little
Pansy (for that was Pansy's name).
After a little Pansy seemed to grow worse, and John Smith again
attempted to go for medicine, but his wife would not let him.
Suddenly the door opened, and an old man, stooped and bent, with long
white hair, entered the room.
"Hello, here is grandpa," said Pansy. She had recognized him before any
of the others.
The old man drew a bottle of medicine from his pocket and gave Pansy a
spoonful.
She got well immediately.
"I was a little late," said John Smothers, "as I waited for a street
car."
-O. Henry
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나쁘다
뭔가 달라졌대. 모두 내가 변했대. 참 정이 많았던 애가 언젠가 좀 차가워졌대.
뭔가 달라졌대. 모두 내가 변했대. 참 정이 많았던 애가 언젠가 좀 차가워졌대. 이젠 알 수가 없겠대. 항상 웃었던 넌데, 눈빛, 표정, 말투가 어두워졌고 무서워졌대. 죽이고픈 기억 때문인지 내 마음에서 날 지워가면서. 부질없는 착한 마음은 이 세상에선 결함이니까, 어서. 점점 나빠지고 싶나봐. 사랑하면 닮아간다는 말처럼 이렇게 해서라도 너와 조금만 닮아지고 싶나봐.
나쁘다. 사랑은 참 나쁘다. 숨 쉬는 이유가 되어버린 네가 내 숨을 막는다. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad,...
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“Every true genius is bound to be naïve.”
– Friedrich Schiller
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January 2012
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