Selected short stories by akutagawa ryunosuke

I am like this bright moonlight night, because of loneliness, because of a wide heart, and then cry for a while. What's next? Then what? When was it that induced the man to make an appointment with me to kill my husband? It was at the time of the contract that I remembered my husband. To be honest, this is the first time. Before that, I was preoccupied with my own affairs and my own humiliation. Only then did I think of my husband, my shy husband-no, not about him. But whenever he wants to say something to me, his smiling face always appears clearly in front of me. My plan suddenly came to my mind, and I'm afraid it was a moment when I remembered his face. Where does that come from? Because I was determined to die. I'm glad to have made such a decision. But when he raise his wailing face and look at that man, he saw his own ugliness reflected in the man's heart, as he had done the last time, and his joy vanished. Then I remembered the dark scene when I watched the lunar eclipse with the nurse. As if hidden under the joy of the mood, all kinds of monsters have been released. I want to be a stand-in for my husband. Is it really because I love him? No, no, behind this fine excuse, it is because I have committed myself to others and have a feeling of atonement. But I don't have the courage to commit suicide. I think it will look better in the eyes of the world, and I still have such a mean idea in my heart. Besides, if you do this, you will probably be forgiven. And I'm meaner and uglier than that. That man's hatred, contempt, and evil lust for me, I call it a substitute for my husband,automated warehouse systems, in fact, do not want to revenge on these? The proof is that looking at his face, like the moonlight, my interest suddenly collapsed, only full of sadness, frozen my heart in an instant. I didn't die for my husband, I died for myself. I died for two reasons: I was angry because my heart was hurt, and I regretted because my body was defiled. Alas,metal racking systems, my life has no meaning, and my death has no value. However, I do not know how happy I am to die in this worthless way than to live in the last breath. Holding back my grief and forcing my face to smile, I repeatedly made a covenant with him to murder my own husband. But he is also very sensitive, from my words, can also hear one or two, in case he missed the appointment, I am afraid I can guess what I will do in the morning. In that case, he had sworn that he would not fail to come. Is that the wind? As soon as I thought that I had been suffer and sorrowful since that day, and that I had finally come to that end tonight, I suddenly felt relieved. Tomorrow, the sun will surely shed a touch of cold light on my headless corpse. See the body, my husband-no, don't think about him, he loves me. But I can't do anything about this love. For a long time, I only loved one man. And the only man is coming to kill me tonight. It seemed to me that the light of the lampstand was also brilliant. Not to mention, push back racking system ,heavy duty metal racking, I was tortured to death by my lover. The cassock blew out the fire of the lampstand, and soon the sound of the window being pried open was faintly heard in the darkness. At the same time, a faint ray of moonlight leaked in. (March 19) Translated by Aileen ＷＷＷ.xiＡosＨuoＴＸＴ.com Spider's silk Fiction ^ txt-days. Don Spider's silk Akutagawa Ryunosuke One One day, the Buddha was strolling alone by the Lotus Pond in the Pure Land of Bliss. The lotus blossoms in the pond are as white as jade. In the heart of the flower, the golden pistil sends the fragrance, and its fragrance is wonderful and unique, and it can be used in all directions. Elysium is about in the morning. Then the Blessed One stood on the bank of the pond, and from among the lotus leaves that covered the surface of the water, he occasionally saw the scene under the pond. Under the Lotus Pond of Bliss, it is the bottom of the Eighteen Hells. Through the crystal clear pool water, as if wearing a perspective mirror, you can have a panoramic view of all kinds of scenes of the Styx River and the Sword Tree on the Three Evil Ways. At this time, the sight of a man named Gandhara struggling with other sinners at the bottom of hell came into the eyes of the Blessed One. The Blessed One remembered that although this Gandhara was a great thief who committed all kinds of crimes, including murder and arson, he had also done a good deed. It is said that the bandit, Gandalf, was once walking in a dense forest when he saw a small spider crawling by the roadside. He raised his foot and trampled the spider to death. Suddenly thought: "No, no, although the spider is small, in the end is also a life.". It's pitiful to kill at will, no matter what. Gandalf did not step on it after all and let the spider live. The Blessed One looked at the scene in hell and remembered the good deed of Gandhara who had released the spider. Even so, the Blessed One intends to do good and save him from hell as much as possible. Looking sideways, it is a coincidence that there is a spider in the Pure Land, which is climbing on the green lotus leaves and pulling the beautiful silver thread. The Blessed One gently took a wisp of spider silk, and from the white lotus as pure as jade, it went straight down to the bottom of the fragrant hell. Two On this side, Gandhartha and other sinners are floating in the pool of blood at the bottom of hell. No matter where to look, everywhere is dark and faint, occasionally shadowy, what is suspended in the dark, the original is the terrible sword mountain sword tree, let people see the fear. Especially when there is a dead silence all around, like in a tomb. Only the sighs of sinners are heard from time to time. Those who have fallen to this point have suffered the torment of hell and are so exhausted that they may not even have the strength to cry out. Therefore, you are the great thief, Gandhartha, like a dying frog, in the pool of blood, only while swallowing blood, while struggling. By chance, Gandhartha inadvertently raised his head and looked over the pool of blood. In the silent darkness, he saw a strand of silver spider silk falling from the sky. As if afraid of being seen, a thin line, a glimmer of light, just fell straight down on his head. As soon as Gandhoto saw it, he was overjoyed and clapped his hands. If you grasp the spider silk and climb up, you will surely be able to get out of the sea of suffering. If you are lucky, you may be able to climb into the Elysium. In this way, it will no longer be driven to the mountain of knives, and it will also avoid the suffering of sinking into the pool of blood. At this thought, Gandhoto quickly stretched out his hands, clenched the spider silk,medium duty racking, and tried to climb up one by one. It was originally a big thief, hand and foot, just a trivial matter. kingmoreracking.com