Novella of Seijuro from Himeji
In a large noisy harbor on the seashore, where rich overseas vessels always stand on the pier, a man named Izumi Seijuro lived among the winemakers, a cheerful and prosperous handsome man who, from his youngest nails, embarked on the path of love joys. City fashionistas overpowered him with their feelings, amulets with oaths accumulated from him with a thousand bundles, locks of black female hair woven into a large bundle, love notes were piled up in a mountain, and gift wraps with hieroglyphs unpacked in a heap lay on the floor. Tired of Seijuro's gifts, and he dumped them in the pantry, and on the doors he wrote: "Pantry of love." He got close with a getter named Minagawa and burned his life together cheerfully: during the day they closed the shutters and lit lamps, set up a “country of eternal night” in his house, invited court jesters and had fun with their jokes and grimaces, sang obscene verses on the motif of Buddhist spells, forced getter straight and laughed at their embarrassment. Reckoning was to be expected for such frivolity. Seijuro's father came unexpectedly and unexpectedly, and when he saw what his son was doing, he was very angry, and even in the house of love they were unhappy with the behavior of Minagawa. The young were saddened, twisted and decided to commit double suicide, but Seijuro was dragged in time and sent to the temple, and Minagawa nevertheless committed suicide. Sadness gripped everyone, for some time they hoped that they would save her, but then they said: it's all over. Seijuro, living in the temple, for a long time did not know anything about what had happened, and when he learned about the death of Minagawa, he secretly fled from the temple. He found shelter in the house of rich Kuemon, and since he did not want to think about love anymore, he began to do business fine in one rich estate, and in the end the owner entrusted him with all his capital. Kuemon had a sixteen-year-old daughter, O-Natsu, already thinking about love. In beauty, she could compare with the famous hetero from Shimabar, which instead of a coat of arms wore a live moth on a kimono. Once he gave Seijuro a maid to alter his old belt, that one had torn apart, and there - dozens of old love letters, so passionate! I read and read them to O-Natsu and fell in love with Seijuro. She completely lost her head, her, that the Bon holiday, that the New Year, that cuckoo singing, that snow at dawn - nothing pleased me more. The handmaids endlessly felt sorry for her, and then they all fell in love with Seijuro. The home seamstress pricked her finger with a needle and blood and wrote a letter about her love, another servant carried tea to the shop all the time, although no one demanded it there, the nurse kept the baby in Seijuro's hands. Such attention was pleasant and annoying to him, he sent all letters with all sorts of excuses. O-Natsu also sent passionate messages to him, and Seijuro fell into confusion, a daughter-in-law stood between them and watched vigilantly so that their love would not inflame.
In the spring, cherries bloom in the mountains, and people with children and wives, dressed up, disassembled, are in a hurry to admire the beautiful sight, and to show themselves. Barrels of wine were uncorked, beauties sat in strollers and hid behind the curtains, maidservants drank wine and danced, buffoons performed dances in lion masks. O-Natsu did not show up in public, did not appear at the performance, the patient spoke up and hid behind the curtain pulled right there, Seijuro noticed that O-Natsu was alone and slipped to her side path. They clasped each other's hands and were forgotten with joy, only their hearts trembled according to. When Seijuro suddenly appeared from behind the curtains, buffoons suddenly interrupted the performance, and people were surprised.But the evening haze was already thickening, and everyone parted, no one realized that the performance was fine-tuned, especially the daughter-in-law - after all, she saw nothing beyond her nose!
Seijuro decided to steal ONATSA and flee with her to Kyoto, they were in a hurry to grab a boat sailing before sunset. As soon as they sailed in a boat full of all kinds of people - there was a seller, and a diviner, and a caster, and a gunsmith, they just went out to sea, when one passenger cried out that he had left his mailbox with letters in a hotel, and the boat turned back, and Seijuro was already waited, grabbed, tied with ropes and taken to Himeji. Seijuro grieved, feared for his life and feared for life. O-Natsu. Meanwhile, she prayed to the deity in Muro for the extension of Seijuro's days. And then a deity appeared to her at night in a dream and gave her a wonderful teaching: “Listen, girl, everyone here pleads with me: either give me money, then give me a good husband, then kill me, he’s disgusting to me, then give me a straight and even nose. the requests are so petty, if only someone would have wished otherwise, but the deity cannot do everything, and not everything is dominant. So I would obey my parents and get a good husband, and so I surrendered to love and out of now what suffering you are experiencing. Your days will be long, but the days of Seijuro are numbered. "
And in the morning it turned out that O-Natsu’s father had lost a lot of money, Seijuro was blamed for everything, and he died in the prime of life. And then in the summer they shook up a winter dress and found that money unexpectedly.
O-Natsu did not know about Seijuro for a long time, but once the children began to sing a funny song under her window - and just about the execution of her dear. Her mind became confused, she ran out into the street and began to run and sing along with the kids, so she took pity directly to look at her. Her servants, one by one, also went crazy. Having regained consciousness, O-Natsu changed her sixteen-year-old dress to a monastic cassock, offered prayers, tore flowers and placed them before the Buddha’s altar, read sutras all night at the lamp. The money found in the dress was donated by O-Natsu's father to mention Seijuro's soul.
Short story about a cooper who opened his heart of love
Human life has a limit - love has no limit. There was one person who knew the mortality of our being - he made coffins. His wife was not like a country woman - his skin was white, his gait was light, as if his legs did not touch the ground. From her youth she served as a servant in a manor house, was quick-witted — she could please both the old mistress and the young, so they soon entrusted her with the keys to the pantries. Once, by the fall, they began to tidy up the house, put on a summer dress, clean and shine the house from top to bottom. They also gathered to clean the well outside the fence, which they didn’t just take out of it from God: cabbage leaves with an inserted sewing needle, knife, cloves, a patched children's bib, and urged the cooper to put new rivets on the lower hoop of the log house. The cooper began to repair the hoop, and look, next to the grandmother was tinkering in a puddle next to the living lizard, and the grandmother told him that this lizard is called the keeper of the well, and if you catch it and burn it in a bamboo ring, and pour the ashes on the head of the one you love , then she will fall in love with you without memory. And the cooper loved the local maid with a light tread O-Sen. The grandmother promised the cooper to bewitch him sweetheart, and he fired up like a bonfire, and promised her from three boxes.
And in Tamma foxes and badgers were operating, which inspired fear in the inhabitants, because there is nothing worse in the world than werewolves that take lives from people. One dark night, the mischievous old woman who promised to turn the maid around came running to the gates of the house where O-Sen served and whirled all kinds of tales, they say, she met a handsome, young, proud man who swore to her a passionate love for O-Sen, and if she did not marry him, threatened to die, and after the death of all in this house to decide.Then the old mistress, frightened, said that if so, and such a secret love is not uncommon in this world, then let O-Sen take him, if he is a decent person, he can feed his wife and does not play gambling. Yes, and the grandmother, seizing the moment, sang O-Sen about the young handsome man, that she didn’t give her a pass, she asked for everything, and she, unable to bear it, asked the grandmother to arrange a date. They decided that they would leave on the eleventh day for a pilgrimage in Ise, and on the way ...
It was time for the bindweed to bloom, the hostess ordered to prepare everything for admiring them early in the morning: O-Seng laid carpets in the garden, installed special seats on them, put tea pots and rice cakes in boxes, prepared wraps, wide satin belts, made the lady’s hairdo, I checked to see if the servants had patches on their clothes, because from neighboring houses they would also come to admire flowering. O-Sen, meanwhile, went on a pilgrimage with her grandmother, and even a worker from the house, who had long had views of the maid, got in touch with them. On the way, as agreed, a cooper joined them, and everything would be fine, but the stuck worker was completely inappropriate. We settled in a hotel for the night. O-Seng and the cooper wanted to talk about heart matters, and the employee is on guard, awake, starts conversations, but as a sin, he just stocked up clove oil in the sink and paper napkins, but nothing came of it. All night they built each other slingshots of love, but both did not get the hang of it. In the morning, four of them sat on one horse and went to the temples, but no one thinks about the temples: either the worker will pinch O-Sen by the finger, or her cooper by the barrel, and all secretly and quietly. But in the city, an employee went to a friend, and things got sweet, grandmother O-Sen brought a cooper in a shop at a bento breakfast vendor. The employee returned to the hotel, and O-Sen and his grandmother had already caught a trace.
They returned from the pilgrimage separately, but the hostess was still angry, suspected the innocent worker of a bad deed and drove away, But the worker did not fail, got a job at the seller with rice in Kitahama and married one of the sluts there, lives for himself, about O-Sen and forgot to think. As for O-Sen, she could not forget the short-lived cooper’s love in the breakfast vendor’s shop, she was weakened and longed, her feelings were confused. Then trouble started in the house: then lightning struck the roof, then the rooster crowed in the night, then the bottom fell out of a large boiler. They called on a cunning grandmother, and then take it and say that this cooper requires O-Sen. It got to the owner with the mistress, and they insisted that O-Seng be given to the cooper. They ordered her the dresses that a married woman should have, blackened out her teeth for beauty, chose a favorable day, gave them an unpainted chest, baskets, two cloaks from her master's shoulders, a mosquito net - in a word, a bunch of good. And they healed happily, the cooper was hardworking, and O-Seng learned a lot, weaved stripes of fabric and painted it with purple paint. And she very lovingly looked after her husband, in the winter he warmed his food, in the summer he faned himself with a fan. They had two children. And yet, women are a fickle nation, they will watch a play from those that they put in Dotonbori, and everyone takes it at face value. Cherries will blossom, wisteria will bloom, looking, and she already walks with some handsome man, she forgot about frugality, she looks at her husband fiercely. No, this doesn’t happen in noble families, women there are always faithful to their husbands until death ... although sin occasionally happens there, and there women make lovers on the side. But you should always be afraid of the wrong way.
Once in the house of the former mistress of O-Sen, a magnificent memorial was held, all the neighbors came to help, and O-Sen came, she was an artisan in household chores. She began to beautifully lay pies and persimmons on a large dish, and then the owner began to take the dishes from the upper shelf, and he dropped O-Sen on her head, her hair was disheveled, the mistress saw it, was jealous, said the hairstyles just didn’t fall apart.O-Seng got angry at the mistress for such a slander and decided to take revenge: to really lure the master, pull the nose of the mistress. She called the owner to her at night, the cooper was fast asleep, his lamp had long gone out, but when he heard a whisper, he woke up and rushed to his lovers. The owner rushed to run what mother gave birth to, and O-Seng - what she had to do, how to escape from shame: she took a chisel and pierced her chest, her dead body was exposed to shame. They composed different songs about her, and her name became known far throughout the country, right up to the most distant provinces. Yes, one cannot avoid retaliation for evil deeds.
A story about a calendar compiler immersed in its tables
The first day of the new moon in 1628 is the day of the happy brush. Everything recorded on this day will bring good luck, and the second day - the day of women, since ancient times comprehend the science of passion on this day. A beautiful woman lived at that time, the wife of the calendar maker, she was beautiful in appearance, like the first cherries that were about to bloom, her lips resembled red maples in the mountains in autumn, her eyebrows could argue with the moon sickle. There were a lot of songs 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 that the four kings were companies of young hangers, sons of wealthy parents. They had fun all day, indulging in love, not missing a single day, they met dawn with geisha in Shimabara - a fun quarter, in the evening they had fun with the actors, it’s all the same with the men, the women! Once they sat in a restaurant and looked at the women passing by, returning from admiring the flowers. But decent ladies sailed in a stretcher behind the curtains, and their faces could not, unfortunately, be seen. And those who ran by on their own two can’t be called beauties, although they are ugly too. And yet they moved in the ink, brushes, paper and began to write, listing all the advantages: what a neck, a nose, but what kind of lining on the cape. Suddenly, some pretty lady opens her mouth, and there is not enough tooth there, of course, there is one disappointment. One beauty after another scurries about, young one: the lower dress is yellow, then another one - on the violet white dots, and the upper from the mouse satin with fine embroidery - sparrows fly, and on the varnished hat there are hairpins and laces from paper stripes, but it’s a bad luck - on the left cheek a small scar. Then there was a tobacco box, hair in a mess, plain clothes, and the facial features were beautiful, strict, and everybody had a tenderness about the tobacco box in his chest. Next, the simplicity woman, dressed up brightly, the hat on four multi-colored shoelaces is moved so as not to cover her face. “Here she is, here she is,” the hangers shouted, and, looking, the three nannies behind her were carrying rosy-cheeked children, and there was laughter! The next was a girl on a stretcher of only fourteen years old, her beauty was so striking that it was not necessary to describe it in detail. A fashionable hat is carried by her servants, and she is covered by a wisteria branch. Immediately she eclipsed all the beauties that they saw today hangers. And she looks like a pretty flower.
One court calendar compiler remained idle for a long time, his taste was very legible. And he wanted to find a woman with a high soul and a beautiful appearance, he turned to a matchmaker nicknamed Talkative and asked her to marry a girl with a wisteria branch in his wife, they called the girl O-san. Having taken her as a wife, he did not regret it; she turned out to be an exemplary mistress of a merchant's house, the economy flourished, the joy in the house was in full swing. And here the calendaring agent gathered on the road, O-San's parents were worried whether the daughter would manage the household, and sent her to help the young guy Maughon, who was honest, who was not chasing fashion. Somehow waiting for the approaching winter, Maugham decided to make moxibustion for himself to strengthen his health.The maid Rin had the lightest hand, Rin prepared the twisted blades of Chernobyl and began to make mohammon cauterization, and in order to calm the pain, she began to massage his back, and at that moment tenderness towards Moemon crept into her heart. But the maid did not know how to write, she looked with envy even at the clumsy squiggles that the youngest servant in the house brought out. O-San, learning about that, suggested that Rin write a letter for her, since it was necessary to write a few more letters. Rin quietly forwarded the letter to Moemon and received a rather unceremonious reply from him. The young mistress of O-San's house conceived to teach the ignoramus a lesson and sent him an eloquent letter, telling all her sorrows. Indeed, the message touched Maugham, he himself made an appointment for her on the fifteenth night. Then all the maids began to laugh at him, and the hostess herself decided, dressed in Rin's dress, to play the role of her maid. That will be fun. It was agreed that the maidservants would hide in the corners, some with a stick, some with a rolling pin, and at the call of O-san they would jump out screaming and pounce on the unlucky gentleman. But the maids were weary of screaming and fuss, and all, as one, fell asleep. Maughon crept up to the mistress and, while she was sleeping, he threw back the floor of her dress and pressed himself against her. O-San, waking up, did not remember herself in shame, but there was nothing to do, everything could not be kept secret. And Maugham began to visit her every night. O-San took possession of all his thoughts, he no longer thought about the maid. So he turned unnoticed from the true path. Even in the old books it is written: "The ways of love are inscrutable." Current fashionistas do not spend time on the temple, but only try to surpass each other with the beauty of the outfits. O-Sato decided to go on a pilgrimage with Maughamon, they boarded a boat and sailed on Lake Biwa: "Our life is still going on, isn’t this what the name of Mount Nagarayama - the mountain of Long Life, which is visible from here?" These thoughts caused tears in the eyes, and their sleeves were moistened. “Just as nothing is left of the greatness of the capital Sig, but legend, so it will be with us ...” And they decided to pretend that they drowned together in the lake, and themselves to hide in the mountains and lead a solitary life in remote places. They left farewell letters to relatives, attached their talismans - a Buddha figurine, the hilt of a sword - an iron guard in the form of a dragon curled into a ball with copper ornaments, dropped both clothes and shoes and threw all this under the coastal willow. They themselves hid in the dense thickets of cryptomeria. People thought that they drowned, raised crying and screaming, began to search for bodies, but found nothing. O-San and Moemon wandered in the mountains, they were scared during their lifetime to be among the dead. They went astray, exhausted, O-san was so tired that she was preparing for death. But still, after long wanderings along steep mountain roads, they came to the people, they handed the owner gold in the teahouse, but he never saw that kind of money and refused to take it. Maughan found far away in the mountains the house of his aunt, and spent the night here, O-San was given out as a younger sister, who had served in the palace for a long time, but was longing there. Local residents marveled at the beauty of the young lady, and her aunt found out that she had money, and decided to give her away as her son. O-San only cried furtively, because the aunt's son was very scary of himself: he was huge, curled up like a Chinese lion, arms and legs like pine trunks, red veins in his sparkling eyes, and his name was Prowling through the mountains of Zentaro. He was delighted to see the little metropolitan little thing, and fired up that evening to celebrate the wedding. They began to prepare for the wedding ceremony: the mother gathered a miserable treat, found the bottles of wine with broken neck, arranged a hard bed. Impossible to grieve O-san, the confusion of Maugham! “We had better die in Lake Biwa!” Maughon wanted to stab himself with a sword, but O-San talked her out, a cunning plan came to her mind. She watered her son, and when he fell asleep in her lap, she and Maughamne again fled to the mountains. Wandering along the roads, they went to the mountain temple and fell asleep tired on the doorstep.And in a dream they had a vision: the deity of the temple appeared and announced to them that wherever they hid, retribution would overtake them, and therefore it is better for them to take a monastic vow and settle separately, only then they will abandon sinful thoughts and enter the Path of enlightenment. But his lovers did not obey, they decided to continue to try their luck. Going further along the road, they heard the deity's farewell words: “Everything in this world is like sand under the wind that whistles between the pine trees of the Hakodate Spit ...”
O-San and Maugham settled in a remote village, and at first everything went well, but then Maughamom missed the capital and went there, although he had no business there. He walked past the pond and saw the face of the moon in the sky, and another in the water - a reflection, just like he and O-San, and his sleeve was wet from stupid tears. He wandered into the busy streets of the capital, wandered around for a long time, breathing in the familiar air of the comforts and joys of the capital, and inadvertently heard conversations about himself. His friends praised him for his courage - he seduced such a beauty, and even the owner’s wife! - it’s not a pity to pay for it with his life, while others assured him that he was alive, but he was only hiding somewhere with O-San. Hearing about this, Maughon rushed to flee and the alleys and courtyards went to the outskirts of the city. Then he saw wandering artists showing a performance on the street, he stopped to look. According to the play, one of the heroes abducted the girl - and it became very unpleasant for him. Yes, he also saw Madame O-San's wife among the audience! Maugham took his breath away, he froze, almost swayed in fear, and again rushed to run.
One day during a holiday of chrysanthemums, a roving chestnut merchant came to the house of the calendar compiler, he inquired about the hostess and wondered that he saw exactly the same mistress in Tango, indistinguishable from O-San. The calendar compiler sent people to a mountain village, they grabbed lovers - and behold: living people wandered yesterday, and today only dew at the place of execution in Avadaguchi, just a dream that had a dream at dawn on the twenty-second day of the ninth month ... And now I'm alive about their memory, people remember even the O-san light dress.
Short story about a greengrocer who ruined sprouts of love
In the city everyone is in a hurry to meet spring, there is vanity on the streets, blind people are pulling their songs: “Give a penny to a blind man”, money changers shout out offers to buy, sell, exchange; traders of crayfish, chestnuts screaming loudly. Passers-by scramble to their feet, hostesses rush to the shops: the end of the year is a troublesome time. And then a fire - dragging things, shouting, crying and in the blink of an eye a large rich house turns to ash.
At that time, a greengrocer, Hatee, lived in Edo, and he had a single daughter named O-City. With what can you compare it, if not with a flower, then with a blossoming cherry, if not with the moon, then with its pure reflection in water. When the fire started - and this was not far from the greengrocer's home - they, in order to avoid misfortune, moved the whole family to the temple, ran to the temple and other neighbors, babies cried at the altar, female aprons lay in front of the Buddha statue, a gong and copper plates were fitted 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 people was a man’s dress - black, made of expensive fabric, the coat of arms was elegantly embroidered on it - a paulownia and a ginko tree branch, and a lining of scarlet silk. And these clothes sunk into the soul of O-City. Who wore it? What elegant noble young man renounced the world and left this dress here? Saddened O-City, imagining this young man, and thought about the transience of life. Then he and his mother saw a young man who was not far from them trying to pull a splinter out of his finger, but still nothing. Mother also tried, but her eyes were already old, nothing worked, then she tried O-City and immediately pulled out a splinter, she didn’t want to take her hand away from the young man, but she had to, just hid the tweezers quietly, but then she caught herself and returned to the young man , gave the tweezers.And it began with their mutual feeling.
I asked people about O-City and found out that the name of the young man is Kizidzaburo, 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. Tormented by love, they only waited for an opportunity to connect the headboards. And on the fifteenth night some people came running with the news that one rice merchant had died and that today he had to burn his body. All the servants of the church, all the men rushed to the ceremony, and then there was thunder, at home there were some old grandmothers who had stocked with peas - let's save from thunder. O-City, although she was afraid of a thunderstorm, thought that today is the only time she can meet Kitizaburo. By dawn, people finally fell asleep, O-City got up and quietly went to the exit, it was still dark. Then an old umé woke up and whispered that Kitizaburo was sleeping in a cell opposite. As she guessed about everything, she apparently also was naughty in her youth, thought of O-City and gave the old woman her beautiful purple belt. Kitizaburo saw O-City, trembling with his whole body, they both loved for the first time, and things did not immediately go right. But there was a thunderclap, and the first drops of love spilled. They swore to each other in eternal love, and here - oh, what a pity! - the dawn has come.
In the morning, the O-City family returned home, and the connection of the lovers broke off. O-City was very homesick, but there was nothing to do. Once in the winter, a boy came to the doorstep in the cold, a wandering merchant of mushrooms and horse panicles, and yet night was approaching, in the cold yard, the owners took pity on the boy, let him into the house to warm up, and he fell asleep in the hallway. And at night they came running with the news that a neighbor had allowed her to take it, and the owners, barely having time to put their feet in sandals, ran to see the baby. O-City went out to check them out and glanced casually at the sleeping man, but this is Kitizaburo! She took the youth to her room in O-City, rubbed it, warmed it, and then her parents returned. She hid the young man under a pile of dresses, and when the parents fell asleep, they sat together behind a screen and started talking, but it was very scary that the adults would hear, then they took paper and ink and began to write each other words of love - and so until dawn.
But O-City had no hopes for a new meeting, and then she decided on a crime, remembering that their first date was possible due to a fire, and the girl decided on a terrible act - set fire to the house: smoke fell, people ran in and screamed , and when we looked closely, we realized that it was our O-City fault. She was taken around the city, putting the public to shame, and people in droves ran to stare at her, no one regretted the unfortunate. She was still beautiful because she continued to love Kitizaburo. Before the execution, they gave her a branch of a late-blooming plum tree, and she, admiring her, folded the following lines: “A sad world where a person is visiting! / We leave a name in this world / Only to the wind that will fly in the spring ... / And this Veps will fly around now ... / Oh, Vetka, who is late for flowering! .. ”(Translated by E. Pinus)
Only yesterday was she alive, and today there is no dust or ashes left. Only the wind ruffles the needles of pines, and another passerby, having heard the story of O-City, stops and thinks.
The whole truth was hidden from Kitizaburo, especially since he was seriously ill. Parents sprinkled a memorial column with sacrificial water, and Kitizaburo, when he finally saw him one hundred days after O-City’s death, intended to take his own life, but the abbot took away and hid his sword, so he could only bite his tongue out or put his head in a noose ,
Short story about Gengobey, who loved a lot
Gengobei was in those places a famous handsome man, he combed his hair in an unusual way, and wore a blade at an exorbitant length. Yes, and he loved only young men, day and night indulged in love, and bypassed the weak long-haired creatures. I especially loved one young man of extraordinary beauty, so it was not a pity to give his life for him. His name was Hachijuro. He looked like half-opened cherry flowers. Once on a dull rainy night they retired and indulged in playing the flute, the wind brought the aroma of blossoming plum out of the window, the bamboo rustled, the night bird screamed weakly, the lamp dimly shone. And suddenly the young man turned mortally pale and his breathing was interrupted. Oh God! beautiful Hachijuro passed away! Gengobey cried out, cried, forgetting that their meeting was secret. People fled, but nothing could be done: neither drugs nor rubbing helped. But what to do, they put the body of a young handsome man on fire, then they filled a jug with ashes and buried among young herbs. Drenched in tears, indulged in the despair of Gengobei at the grave of a friend. Every day he collected fresh flowers in order to please the deceased with their aroma. So, like a dream, summer days flashed, autumn came. The bindweed wrapped around the fence of the old temple, and our life seemed to Gengobey no stronger than the dew drops on the petals of the bindweed. And Gengobey decided to leave his native places, and before that he wholeheartedly made a monastic vow.
In the villages, they were preparing for the winter, Gengobei walked through the fields and saw the peasants stocking up felling and reed, knocked out clothes - from everywhere came the clatter of the rollers. There, in the fields, Gengobei saw a handsome young man who was looking for birds in the crimson bushes of the bush. The young man had greenish clothes, his belt was lilac, and a blade with a gold guard was on his side. His beauty was soft, radiant, so even he looked like a woman. Until dusk, he admired the young man, and then came out of the shadows and promised him to catch many, many birds. Having lowered the cassock from one shoulder to be more agile, he immediately caught a lot of birds. The young man invited Gangobey to his home, where there were many books, a garden with strange birds, and ancient weapons hung on the walls. The servants brought a rich treat, and at night they exchanged vows. Too soon dawn came, it was necessary to leave, because Gengobei was going to the monastery on a pilgrimage. But as soon as he left the house of a handsome young man, when he completely forgot about pious deeds, he stayed in the monastery for only one day, hurriedly prayed, and immediately returned. Entering the youth’s house, the tired Gengobei fell into a dream, but at night he was awakened by the handsome father. He told Gengobei that the unfortunate young man died immediately after his departure, and, until his death, he kept talking about some reverend father. Gengobey plunged into unspeakable sadness and completely ceased to cherish his life. This time he decided to commit suicide. But everything that happened to him, and the sudden death of two young men - all this was retribution for a past life, that’s the thing!
It is regrettable in life that the deepest feelings and passions are so perishable, so fleeting, looking, the husband loses his young wife, the mother - the baby, it seems, there is only one way out - to commit suicide. But no, the tears will dry up and a new passion will take hold of the heart - that’s sad! The widower strives to devote herself to all kinds of earthly treasures, the inconsolable widow listens favorably to the speeches of the marriage about her new marriage, without even waiting for the prescribed thirty-five days of mourning; and how seductive! There are no creatures worse than women in the world! And try to stop her madness - pouring mock tears.
In one town there 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 inflamed with tender feelings for Gengobei and overpowered him with love letters, and for all the marriage proposals; that rained down on her, refused. In the end, she had to pretend to be sick, and the love of love drove her to the point that she began to look like crazy. Upon learning that Gengobei put on a monastic cassock, she grieved for a long time, and then decided to see him for the last time in her life and went on the road. To travel alone, she had to cut her thick long hair, shave a toner on her head, and put on long dark clothes. She walked along mountain paths, walked along hoarfrost - it was the tenth month on the lunar calendar. She looked very much like a young novice, but a female heart beat in her chest, and it was difficult for her to cope with him. Finally, high in the mountains, over a deep gorge, she found the hermit's hut, went in, looked around, and on the table was the book “Sleeves of dress on the night of love” - a treatise on love between men. I waited, waited for O-Man Gengobey, and then I heard footsteps, looking, and with the monk two beautiful young men - the spirits of the dead. O-Man was frightened, but she bravely stepped forward and confessed her love for the monk, the spirits of the young men immediately disappeared, and Gengobei began to flirt with O-Man, he did not know that there was a woman in front of him. Lovers intertwined in a passionate embrace, and Gengobei recoiled in fear. What is this woman ?! But O-Man began to quietly and quietly persuade him, and the monk thought: “Love is one, whether it is to care for boys or girls, does it really matter”. Everything in this world was mixed up in such a way, but unexpected moods of feelings are the lot of more than just Gengobey.
Gengobey again adopted a worldly name, his thick beautiful hair grew back again, he parted with black clothes - changed beyond recognition. He took off a poor hut in the vicinity of Kagoshima, and she became a haven of love. He went to visit the parental home, because he had no means of subsistence. But the house changed hands, no more ringing of coins is heard in the money changer, parents died a miserable death. Gengobey became sad, he returned to his beloved, and they already had nothing to talk about at the extinct cold hearth. So they silently and waited for dawn, and their passion died away. When there was absolutely nothing to eat, they dressed up as wandering actors and began to depict scenes on mountain roads. O-Man and Gengobei completely sank, their beauty faded, and now they could be compared with the purple flowers of wisteria, which themselves go down. But here, fortunately, her parents found O-Man, all the household members were happy, they handed over all their property to their daughters: a house, gold, silver, mountains of Chinese fabrics, corals, and cups of Chinese craftsmen, agate vessels, salt shakers in the form of a woman with there wasn’t a number of fish tail, chests - break something, no one will notice. Gengobei was both happy and sad: even if you begin to patronize all the actors in the capital and even establish your own theater, you still can’t spend such wealth in one life.
