A Lucky Day and Other Stories: 운수 좋은 날

운수 좋은 날

A Lucky Day

새침하게 흐린 품이 눈이 올 듯하더니 눈은 아니 오고 얼다가 만 비가 추적추적 내리었다.

The sky had grown sullen and overcast, looking as though snow might fall, but no snow came. Instead, a cold, half-frozen rain began to drizzle steadily.

이날이야말로 동소문 안에서 인력거꾼 노릇을 하는 김 첨지에게는 오래간만에도 닥친 운수 좋은 날이었다.

This was indeed a lucky day for Kim Cheom-ji, a rickshaw puller in the Dongso-mun district, the first such day he had enjoyed in a long while.

문안에(거기도 문밖은 아니지만) 들어간답시는 앞집 마나님을 전찻길까지 모셔다 드린 것을 비롯으로 행여나 손님이 있을까 하고 정류장에서 어정어정하며 내리는 사람 하나하나에게 거의 비는 듯한 눈결을 보내고 있다가 마침내 교원인 듯한 양복장이를 동광학교까지 태워다 주기로 되었다.

It began when he drove the lady from the house across the way, who was heading farther into the inner city (though that was hardly outside the city either), as far as the tram tracks. Then he lingered about the tram stop, hoping for another fare, casting almost pleading glances at each person who stepped down. At last, he managed to get a well-dressed man, apparently a teacher, to hire him for a ride to Donggwang School.

첫번에 삼십 전, 둘째 번에 오십 전 - 아침 댓바람에 그리 흔치 않은 일이었다.

Thirty jeon for the first ride, fifty for the second—such good fortune was rare so early in the morning.

그야말로 재수가 옴붙어서 근 열흘 동안 돈 구경도 못한 김 첨지는 십 전짜리 백통화 서 푼, 또는 다섯 푼이 찰깍하고 손바닥에 떨어질 제 거의 눈물을 흘릴 만큼 기뻤었다.

Kim Cheom-ji, who had been so dogged by bad luck that he had not seen a single coin in nearly ten days, was almost moved to tears of joy when three or even five ten-jeon nickel coins clinked into his palm.

더구나 이날 이때에 이 팔십 전이라는 돈이 그에게 얼마나 유용한지 몰랐다.

What was more, that eighty jeon meant more to him at that particular moment than words could express.

컬컬한 목에 모주 한 잔도 적실 수 있거니와 그보다도 앓는 아내에게 설렁탕 한 그릇도 사다줄 수 있음이다.

He could wet his parched throat with a cup of warm rice wine, but more importantly, he could buy a bowl of seolleongtang, beef bone soup, for his sick wife.

그의 아내가 기침으로 쿨럭거리기는 벌써 달포가 넘었다.

His wife had been hacking and coughing for more than a month.

조밥도 굶기를 먹다시피 하는 형편이니 물론 약 한 첩 써 본 일이 없다.

They were so poor that going without even a bowl of millet rice was practically their daily fare, so naturally they had never bought her a single dose of medicine.

구태여 쓰려면 못 쓸 바도 아니로되 그는 병이란 놈에게 약을 주어 보내면 재미를 붙여서 자꾸 온다는 자기의 신조에 어디까지 충실하였다.

It was not that medicine was entirely beyond their means if he had really wanted to buy it. But he remained steadfastly faithful to his own conviction: give an illness medicine, and it will take a liking to it and keep coming back.

따라서 의사에게 보인 적이 없으니 무슨 병인지는 알 수 없으되 반듯이 누워 가지고, 일어나기는새로 모로도 못 눕는 걸 보면 중증은 중증인 듯.

Since he had never taken her to a doctor, he had no idea what was wrong with her. But judging by how she lay flat on her back, unable even to turn onto her side, let alone sit up, it seemed to be a serious illness indeed.

병이 이대도록 심해지기는 열흘 전에 조밥을 먹고 체한 때문이다.

Her condition had become this bad because, ten days earlier, she had suffered severe indigestion after eating millet rice.

그때도 김 첨지가 오래간만에 돈을 얻어서 좁쌀 한 되와 십 전짜리 나무 한 단을 사다 주었더니 김 첨지의 말에 의지하면 그 오라질 년이 천방지축으로 남비에 대고 끓였다.

Even then, Kim Cheom-ji had managed to earn some money after a long dry spell, and had bought her a measure of millet and a bundle of firewood costing ten jeon. But, according to him, that damned woman had gone at the cooking pot in a wild frenzy.

마음은 급하고 불길은 닿지 않아 채 익지도 않은 것을 그 오라질 년이 숟가락은 고만두고 손으로 움켜서 두 뺨에 주먹덩이 같은 혹이 불거지도록 누가 빼앗을 듯이 처박질 하더니만 그날 저녁부터 가슴이 땅긴다, 배가 켕긴다고 눈을 홉뜨고 지랄병을 하였다.

In her eagerness, with the fire not yet properly burning, she had grabbed the half-cooked rice with her bare hands, not even bothering with a spoon, and stuffed it into her mouth as though someone might snatch it away. She ate so ravenously that her cheeks bulged like great lumps. Then, that very evening, she began rolling her eyes and carrying on, complaining that her chest was tight and her stomach was cramping.

그때 김 첨지는 열화와 같이 성을 내며,

At that, Kim Cheom-ji flew into a furious rage and shouted:

“에이, 오라질 년, 조롱복은 할 수가 없어, 못 먹어 병, 먹어서 병, 어쩌란 말이야! 왜 눈을 바루 뜨지 못해!”

"Damn you! There's no pleasing you! You get sick when you don't eat, and you get sick when you do! What am I supposed to do with you? Why can't you open your eyes properly?"

하고 김 첨지는 앓는 이의 뺨을 한 번 후려갈겼다.

With that, Kim Cheom-ji slapped his sick wife hard across the face.

홉뜬 눈은 조금 바루어졌건만 이슬이 맺히었다.

Her rolled-up eyes straightened a little, but tears welled in them.

김 첨지의 눈시울도 뜨끈뜨끈하였다.

Kim Cheom-ji's own eyes grew hot with tears.

이 환자가 그러고도 먹는 데는 물리지 않았다.

Even so, the patient had not lost her appetite.

사흘 전부터 설렁탕 국물이 마시고 싶다고 남편을 졸랐다.

For the past three days, she had been pestering her husband, saying she wanted some seolleongtang broth.

“이런 오라질 년! 조밥도 못 먹는 년이 설렁탕은, 또 처먹고 지랄병을 하게.”

"You damned woman! You can't even keep millet rice down, and now you want seolleongtang? You'll gobble that up too and start carrying on all over again!"

라고, 야단을 쳐보았건만, 못 사주는 마음이 시원치는 않았다.

He had scolded her like that, but deep down, he felt uneasy about being unable to buy it for her.

인제 설렁탕을 사줄 수도 있다.

Now, at last, he could afford to buy her that bowl of seolleongtang.

앓는 어미 곁에서 배고파 보채는 개똥이(세 살먹이)에게 죽을 사줄 수도 있다. — 팔십 전을 손에 쥔 김 첨지의 마음은 푼푼하였다.

He could even buy some porridge for his three-year-old, Ggaetdong-i, who was whining with hunger beside his sick mother. With eighty jeon in his hand, Kim Cheom-ji felt positively flush with money.

그러나 그의 행운은 그걸로 그치지 않았다.

But his good fortune did not end there.

땀과 빗물이 섞여 흐르는 목덜미를 기름주머니가 다 된 왜목 수건으로 닦으며, 그 학교 문을 돌아나올 때였다.

He was wiping the back of his neck, where sweat and rainwater ran together, with a narrow cotton towel that had become greasy as an oil rag, as he was coming around the school gate.

뒤에서 <인력거!

From behind him came a cry: "Rickshaw!

> 하고 부르는 소리가 난다.

"

자기를 불러 멈춘 사람이 그 학교 학생인 줄 김 첨지는 한 번 보고 짐작할 수 있었다.

Kim Cheom-ji could tell at a glance that the person who had called him to a halt was a student at that school.

그 학생은 다짜고짜로, “남대문 정거장까지 얼마요?”

Without so much as a greeting, the student asked, "How much to Namdaemun Station?"

라고, 물었다.

he asked.

아마도 그 학교 기숙사에 있는 이로 동기방학을 이용하여 귀향하려 함이리라.

He was probably a boarder at the school, intending to go home for the winter vacation.

오늘 가기로 작정은 하였건만 비는 오고, 짐은 있고 해서 어찌할 줄 모르다가 마침 김 첨지를 보고 뛰어나왔음이리라.

He must have decided to leave that very day, but with the rain falling and his luggage to contend with, he had been at a loss about what to do. Then, spotting Kim Cheom-ji, he had rushed out to him.

그렇지 않으면 왜 구두를 채 신지 못해서 질질 끌고, 비록 <고구라> 양복일망정 노박이로 비를 맞으며 김 첨지를 뒤쫓아 나왔으랴.

Otherwise, why would he have come running after Kim Cheom-ji with his shoes not even properly on, dragging his feet, and exposing himself to the rain without a coat, even if he was wearing nothing more than a cheap Kokura suit?

“남대문 정거장까지 말씀입니까.”

"You mean all the way to Namdaemun Station?"

하고 김 첨지는 잠깐 주저하였다.

Kim Cheom-ji asked, hesitating for a moment.

그는 이 우중에 우장도 없이 그 먼 곳을 철벅거리고 가기가 싫었음일까?

Was it that he disliked the thought of trudging all that way through the rain without any rain gear?

처음 것, 둘째 것으로 그만 만족하였음일까?

Was he already content with the first two fares?

아니다, 결코 아니다.

No, certainly not.

이상하게도 꼬리를 맞물고 덤비는 이 행운 앞에 조금 겁이 났음이다.

Strangely enough, he was a little frightened by this run of good fortune, with one lucky break following hard on the heels of another.

그리고 집을 나올 제 아내의 부탁이 마음에 켕기었다. — 앞집 마나님한테서 부르러 왔을 제 병인은 그 뼈만 남은 얼굴에 유일의 생물 같은 유달리 크고 움폭한 눈에 애걸하는 빛을 띠우며, “오늘은 나가지 말아요. 제발 덕분에 집에 붙어있어요. 내가 이렇게 아픈데……”라고, 모기 소리같이 중얼거리고 숨을 걸그렁걸그렁 하였다.

And his wife's plea as he had left home weighed on his mind. When someone had come from the house across the way to summon him, the sick woman, her face reduced to little more than bones and her unusually large, sunken eyes the only signs of life in it, had looked at him imploringly. "Please don't go out today. For once, please stay home. I'm so sick like this..." she had murmured in a voice as faint as a mosquito's, her breathing rattling in her chest.

그때에 김 첨지는 대수롭지 않은 듯이, “압다, 젠장맞을 년, 별 빌어먹을 소리를 다 하네. 맞붙들고 앉았으면 누가 먹여 살릴 줄 알아.”

Kim Cheom-ji had brushed her words aside. "Oh, for God's sake, you miserable woman! What kind of damned nonsense is that? If I sit here holding your hand, who's going to put food on the table?"

하고, 훌쩍 뛰어나오려니까 환자는 붙잡을 듯이 팔을 내저으며, “나가지 말라도 그래, 그러면 일찌기 들어와요.”

As he had made to dash out, the patient had waved her arm as though trying to hold him back. "Well, if you must go, at least come home early."

하고, 목메인 소리가 뒤를 따랐다.

Her choked voice had followed him out.

정거장까지 가잔 말을 들은 순간에 경련적으로 떠는 손, 유달리 큼직한 눈, 울 듯한 아내의 얼굴이 김 첨지의 눈앞에 어른어른하였다.

The moment he heard the student ask to be taken to the station, his wife's trembling hand, her unusually large eyes, and her tearful face began to flicker before Kim Cheom-ji's eyes.

“그래 남대문 정거장까지 얼마란 말이요?”

"Well, how much is it to Namdaemun Station, then?"

하고 학생은 초조한 듯이 인력거꾼의 얼굴을 바라보며 혼잣말같이, “인천 차가 열 한 점에 있고, 그 다음에는 새로 두 점이든가.”

The student asked, looking impatiently at the rickshaw puller's face, then muttered almost to himself, "The train for Incheon leaves at eleven, and the next one is at two, I think."

라고, 중얼거린다.

he murmured.

“일 원 오십 전만 줍시요.”

"Just give me one won and fifty jeon."

이 말이 저도 모를 사이에 불쑥 김 첨지의 입에서 떨어졌다.

The words slipped unexpectedly from Kim Cheom-ji's mouth before he even realized what he was saying.

제 입으로 부르고도 스스로 그 엄청난 돈 액수에 놀래었다.

Even he was astonished at the enormous sum he had just named.

한꺼번에 이런 금액을 불러라도 본 지가 그 얼마만인가!

How long had it been since he had ever dared ask for such an amount all at once!

그러자 그 돈 벌 용기가 병자에 대한 염려를 사르고 말았다.

The prospect of earning that much money quickly burned away his concern for his sick wife.

설마 오늘 내로 어떠랴 싶었다.

Surely nothing terrible would happen to her before the day was out.

무슨 일이 있더라도 제일 제이의 행운을 곱친 것보다도 오히려 갑절이 많은 이 행운을 놓칠 수 없다 하였다.

Whatever happened, he could not afford to let this stroke of luck slip away. It was worth twice as much as the combined earnings from his first and second fares.

“일 원 오십 전은 너무 과한데.”

"One won and fifty jeon is rather steep."

이런 말을 하며 학생은 고개를 기웃하였다.

The student tilted his head as he said this.

“아니올시다. 잇수로 치면 여기서 거기가 시오 리가 넘는답니다. 또 이런 진날은 좀 더 주셔야지요.”

"Not at all, sir. By the distance, it's more than fifteen ri from here to there. Besides, on a wet day like this, you ought to pay a little extra."

하고 빙글빙글 웃는 차부의 얼굴에는 숨길 수 없는 기쁨이 넘쳐 흘렀다.

The rickshaw puller's face broke into a broad, beaming smile, overflowing with barely concealed delight.

“그러면 달라는 대로 줄 터이니 빨리 가요.”

"Very well, I'll pay whatever you ask, so hurry up."

관대한 어린 손님은 그런 말을 남기고 총총히 옷도 입고 짐도 챙기러 갈 데로 갔다.

Having made this generous offer, the young passenger hurried off to get dressed and collect his luggage.

그 학생을 태우고 나선 김 첨지의 다리는 이상하게 거뿐하였다.

As Kim Cheom-ji set off with the student aboard, his legs felt strangely light.

달음질을 한다느니보다 거의 나는 듯하였다.

Rather than running, he seemed almost to be flying.

바퀴도 어떻게 속히 도는지 군다느니보다 마치 얼음을 지쳐나가는 <스케이트> 모양으로 미끄러져 가는 듯하였다.

The wheels spun so swiftly that, instead of rumbling along, the rickshaw seemed to glide like a skater sweeping across the ice.

얼은 땅에 비가 내려 미끄럽기도 하였지만.

The rain falling on the frozen ground had made the road slippery, too.

이윽고 끄는 이의 다리는 무거워졌다.

Before long, the puller's legs began to grow heavy.

자기 집 가까이 다다른 까닭이다.

It was because he was nearing his home.

새삼스러운 염려가 그의 가슴을 눌렀다.

A fresh wave of anxiety weighed upon his heart.

<오늘은 나가지 말아요.

"Please don't go out today.

내가 이렇게 아픈데!

I'm so sick!"

> 이런 말이 잉잉 그의 귀에 울렸다.

Those words seemed to buzz in his ears.

그리고 병자의 움쑥 들어간 눈이 원망하는 듯이 자기를 노리는 듯하였다.

And his sick wife's sunken eyes seemed to glare at him accusingly, as though reproaching him.

그러자 엉엉하고 우는 개똥이의 곡성을 들은 듯싶다.

Then he thought he heard Ggaetdong-i wailing and sobbing.

딸국딸국 하고 숨 모으는 소리도 나는 듯싶다.

He seemed to hear her labored breathing, punctuated by little gasping hiccups.

“왜 이리우, 기차 놓치겠구먼.”

"What's the matter? We'll miss the train at this rate!"

하고 탄 이의 초조한 부르짖음이 간신히 그의 귀에 들어왔다.

The impatient cry of his passenger barely reached his ears.

언뜻 깨달으니 김 첨지는 인력거를 쥔 채 길 한복판에 엉거주춤 멈춰있지 않은가.

Suddenly coming to his senses, Kim Cheom-ji realized that he had stopped awkwardly in the middle of the road, still gripping the shafts of his rickshaw.

“예, 예.”

"Yes, yes!"

하고, 김 첨지는 또다시 달음질하였다.

Kim Cheom-ji replied, and set off running once more.

집이 차차 멀어갈수록 김 첨지의 걸음에는 다시금 신이 나기 시작하였다.

As his home gradually receded into the distance, Kim Cheom-ji's steps began to quicken with renewed enthusiasm.

다리를 재게 놀려야만 쉴새없이 자기의 머리에 떠오르는 모든 근심과 걱정을 잊을 듯이.

He felt that only by moving his legs swiftly could he forget the endless stream of worries and anxieties crowding his mind.

정거장까지 끌어다주고 그 깜짝 놀란 일 원 오십 전을 정말 제 손에 쥠에, 제 말마따나 십 리나 되는 길을 비를 맞아 가며 질퍽거리고 온 생각은 아니하고, 거저나 얻은 듯이 고마왔다.

After taking the student all the way to the station and actually holding that astonishing one won and fifty jeon in his own hands, he felt as grateful as though the money had been given to him for nothing. He did not even think about how he had trudged through the mud in the rain over a distance of ten ri, just as he had said.

졸부나 된 듯이 기뻤다.

He was as delighted as though he had suddenly become a rich man.

제자식 뻘밖에 안되는 어린 손님에게 몇 번 허리를 굽히며, “안녕히 다녀옵시요.”

Bowing several times to his young passenger, who was scarcely older than his own child, he said, "Have a safe journey!"

라고 깍듯이 재우쳤다.

He bade him farewell with exaggerated politeness.

그러나 빈 인력거를 털털거리며 이 우중에 돌아갈 일이 꿈밖이었다.

But the thought of rattling all the way home through the rain with an empty rickshaw was beyond anything he had imagined.

노동으로 하여 흐른 땀이 식어지자 굶주린 창자에서, 물 흐르는 옷에서 어슬어슬 한기가 솟아나기 비롯하매 일 원 오십 전이란 돈이 얼마나 괜찮고 괴로운 것인 줄 절절히 느끼었다.

As the sweat from his hard labor cooled, a creeping chill began to rise from his empty stomach and his rain-soaked clothes. He felt keenly how precious—and how painfully hard-earned—that one won and fifty jeon really was.

정거장을 떠나는 그의 발길은 힘 하나 없었다.

As he left the station, there was not an ounce of strength in his steps.

온몸이 옹송그려지며 당장 그 자리에 엎어져 못 일어날 것 같았다.

His whole body shrank against the cold, and he felt as though he might collapse on the spot and never get up again.

“젠장맞을 것! 이 비를 맞으며 빈 인력거를 털털거리고 돌아를 간담. 이런 빌어먹을, 제 할미를 붙을 비가 왜 남의 상판을 딱딱 때려!”

"Damn it all! Here I am, rattling home with an empty rickshaw in this rain! What the hell! Why does this cursed rain have to lash me right in the face?"

그는 몹시 홧증을 내며 누구에게 반항이나 하는 듯이 게걸거렸다.

He grumbled furiously, as though defying someone.

그럴 즈음에 그의 머리엔 또 새로운 광명이 비쳤나니 그것은 <이러구 갈 게 아니라 이 근처를 빙빙 돌며 차 오기를 기다리면 또 손님을 태우게 될는지도 몰라>란 생각이었다.

Just then, a new ray of hope dawned in his mind: <Instead of going home like this, why not circle around here and wait for another train? Perhaps I might pick up another passenger.>

오늘 운수가 괴상하게도 좋으니까 그런 요행이 또한번 없으리라고 누가 보증하랴.

His luck had been so strangely good today. Who could guarantee that another such stroke of fortune would not come his way?

꼬리를 굴리는 행운이 꼭 자기를 기다리고 있다고 내기를 해도 좋을 만한 믿음을 얻게 되었다.

He had become so convinced that one lucky break was following another that he would gladly have wagered that another was waiting just around the corner.

그렇다고 정거장 인력거꾼의 등살이 무서우니 정거장 앞에 섰을 수는 없었다.

Even so, he could not wait directly in front of the station, for fear of being driven off by the station rickshaw pullers.

그래 그는 이전에도 여러 번 해본 일이라 바로 정거장 앞 전차 정류장에서 조금 떨어지게, 사람 다니는 길과 전찻길 틈에 인력거를 세워놓고 자기는 그 근처를 빙빙 돌며 형세를 관망하기로 하였다.

Having done this many times before, he parked his rickshaw a little way from the tram stop directly in front of the station, in the space between the pedestrian walkway and the tram tracks. Then he decided to circle around nearby, keeping an eye on how things developed.

얼마만에 기차는 왔고, 수십 명이나 되는 손이 정류장으로 쏟아져 나왔다.

After a while, the train arrived, and dozens of passengers poured out toward the station exit.

그 중에서 손님을 물색하는 김 첨지의 눈엔 양머리에 뒤축 높은 구두를 신고 <망토>까지 두른 기생 퇴물인 듯, 난봉 여학생인 듯한 여편네의 모양이 띄었다.

As Kim Cheom-ji scanned the crowd for a fare, his eyes fell on a woman wearing a Western-style hat, high-heeled shoes, and even a cloak. She looked like a retired courtesan or perhaps a rather wayward female student.

그는 슬근슬근 그 여자의 곁으로 다가들었다.

He sidled quietly up to the woman.

“아씨, 인력거 아니 타시랍시요?”

"Miss, won't you take a rickshaw?"

그 여학생인지 뭔지가 한참은 매우 탯갈을 빼며 입술을 꼭 다문 채 김 첨지를 거들떠보지도 않았다.

The young woman, whether a student or whatever she might be, stood there for some time with her lips tightly pursed, putting on airs and not deigning even to glance at Kim Cheom-ji.

김 첨지는 구걸하는 거지나 무엇같이 연해연방 그의 기색을 살피며, “아씨, 정거장 애들보담 아주 싸게 모셔다 드리겠읍니다. 댁이 어디신가요.”

Kim Cheom-ji kept studying her expression, again and again, like a beggar pleading for alms. "Miss, I'll take you wherever you're going for much less than those rickshaw men at the station. Where might you be headed?"

하고, 추근추근하게도 그 여자의 들고 있는 일본식 버들고리짝에 제 손을 대었다.

As he spoke, he persistently reached out and touched the Japanese-style wicker basket she was carrying.

“왜 이래, 남 귀치않게.”

"What's wrong with you? Stop bothering people!"

소리를 벽력같이 지르고는 돌아선다.

She shouted at him furiously and turned away.

김 첨지는 어랍시요 하고 물러섰다.

Kim Cheom-ji backed off, muttering, "Well, excuse me!"

전차는 왔다.

The tram arrived.

김 첨지는 원망스럽게 전차 타는 이를 노리고 있었다.

Kim Cheom-ji watched the passengers boarding it with resentful anticipation.

그러나 그의 예감은 틀리지 않았다.

But his hunch proved correct.

전차가 빡빡하게 사람을 싣고 움직이기 시작하였을 때 타고 남은 손 하나이 있었다.

When the tram began to move, packed tightly with passengers, one person was left behind.

굉장하게 큰 가방을 들고 있는걸 보면 아마 붐비는 차 안에 짐이 크다 하여 차장에게 밀려내려온 눈치였다.

Judging by the enormous bag he was carrying, he had probably been turned away by the conductor because his luggage took up too much room in the crowded tram.

김 첨지는 대어섰다.

Kim Cheom-ji stepped forward.

“인력거를 타시랍시요.”

"Won't you take a rickshaw?"

한동안 값으로 승강이를 하다가 육십 전에 인사동까지 태워다주기로 하였다.

After haggling over the fare for a while, they agreed on sixty jeon for a ride to Insadong.

인력거가 무거워지매 그의 몸은 이상하게도 가벼워졌고 그리고 또 인력거가 가벼워지니 몸은 다시금 무거워졌건만 이번에는 마음조차 초조해 온다.

As the rickshaw grew heavier with its passenger, Kim Cheom-ji's body felt strangely lighter. But once the rickshaw became light again, his body grew heavy once more, and this time even his heart began to grow restless.

집의 광경이 자꾸 눈앞에 어른거리어 인제 요행을 바랄 여유도 없었다.

The scene at home kept appearing before his eyes, and now he no longer had the leisure to hope for another stroke of luck.

나무 등걸이나 무엇 같고 제 것 같지도 않은 다리를 연해 꾸짖으며 갈팡질팡 뛰는 수밖에 없었다.

All he could do was keep scolding his legs, which felt like wooden stumps, hardly even his own, as he hurried along in a frantic, stumbling run.

저놈의 인력거군이 저렇게 술이 취해가지고 이 진 땅에 어찌 가노, 라고 길 가는 사람이 걱정을 하리만큼 그의 걸음은 황급하였다.

He was moving so frantically that passersby might well have wondered, "How can that rickshaw puller, drunk as he seems, possibly make his way through this muddy road?"

흐리고 비오는 하늘은 어둠침침하게 벌써 황혼에 가까운 듯하다.

The cloudy, rainy sky had grown so dark that it seemed almost dusk already.

창경원 앞까지 다달아서야 그는 턱에 닿은 숨을 돌리고 걸음도 늦추잡았다.

Only when he reached the front of Changgyeongwon did he pause to catch his breath, which had risen to his throat, and slow his pace.

한 걸음 두 걸음 집이 가까와올수록 그의 마음조차 괴상하게 누그러웠다.

With each step, as home drew nearer, even his heart began to grow strangely calm.

그런데 이 누그러움은 안심에서 오는 게 아니요, 자기를 덮친 무서운 불행을 빈틈없이 알게 될 때가 박두한 것을 두려워하는 마음에서 오는 것이다.

But this calm did not come from relief. It came from the dread that the moment when he would learn the full extent of the terrible misfortune awaiting him was drawing near.

그는 불행에 다닥치기 전 시간을 얼마쯤이라도 늘리려고 버르적거렸다.

He struggled to prolong the time before he had to face that misfortune, even if only by a little.

기적에 가까운 벌이를 하였다는 기쁨을 할 수 있으면 오래 지니고 싶었다.

He wanted to hold on as long as possible to the joy of having earned what was almost a miraculous sum of money.

그는 두리번두리번 사면을 살피었다.

He glanced anxiously in every direction.

그 모양은 마치 자기 집 — 곧 불행을 향하고 달려가는 제 다리를 제 힘으로는 도저히 어찌할 수 없으니 누구든지 나를 좀 잡아 다고, 구해 다고 하는 듯하였다.

He looked as though he were silently pleading with anyone who might help: his own legs were carrying him toward his home—and toward the misfortune awaiting him—and he was powerless to stop them himself. Someone, please, hold me back! Someone, save me!

그럴 즈음에 마침 길가 선술집에서 그의 친구 치삼이가 나온다.

Just then, his friend Chisam happened to come out of a roadside tavern.

그의 우글우글 살찐 얼굴에 주홍이 돋는 듯, 온 턱과 뺨을 시커멓게 구레나룻이 덮였거늘, 노르탱탱한 얼굴이 바짝 말라서 여기저기 고랑이 패고, 수염도 있대야 턱밑에만 마치 솔잎 송이를 거꾸로 붙여놓은 듯한 김 첨지의 풍채하고는 기이한 대상을 짓고 있었다.

His friend's plump, fleshy face seemed flushed with a ruddy glow, and thick black sideburns covered his cheeks and jaw. He made a striking contrast to Kim Cheom-ji, whose yellowish, gaunt face was drawn and furrowed, with a sparse beard beneath his chin that looked like a clump of pine needles stuck on upside down.

“여보게 김 첨지, 자네 문안 들어갔다 오는 모양일세그려. 돈 많이 벌었을 테니 한 잔 빨리게.”

"Well, Kim Cheom-ji, looks like you've been working inside the city. You must have made a good bit of money. Come on, let's have a drink!"

뚱뚱보는 말라깽이를 보든 맡에 부르짖었다.

The fat man shouted out to the skinny one as soon as he spotted him.

그 목소리는 몸짓과 딴판으로 연하고 싹싹하였다.

His voice was remarkably gentle and friendly, quite unlike his imposing appearance.

김 첨지는 이 친구를 만난 게 어떻게 반가운지 몰랐다.

Kim Cheom-ji could not have been happier to run into this friend.

자기를 살려준 은인이나 무엇같이 고맙기도 하였다.

He felt grateful to him as though he were a benefactor who had come to his rescue.

“자네는 벌써 한잔 한 모양일세그려. 자네도 오늘 재미가 좋아보이.”

"Looks like you've already had a drink or two. You seem to be having a pretty good day yourself."

하고, 김 첨지는 얼굴을 펴서 웃었다.

Kim Cheom-ji said, breaking into a broad smile.

“압다, 재미 안 좋다고 술 못 먹을 낸가. 그런데 여보게, 자네 왼몸이 어째 물독에 빠진 새앙쥐 같은가? 어서 이리 들어와 말리게.”

"Oh, what does it matter if the day's not going well? That doesn't mean I can't drink! But, my friend, why are you soaked through like a drowned rat? Come inside and dry off!"

선술집은 훈훈하고 뜨뜻하였다.

The tavern was warm and cozy.

추어탕을 끓이는 솥뚜껑을 열 적마다 뭉게뭉게 떠오르는 흰 김, 석쇠에서 뻐지짓뻐지짓 구워지는 너비아니 구이며 제육이며 간이며 콩팥이며 북어며 빈대떡……이 너저분하게 늘어놓인 안주 탁자에 김 첨지는 갑자기 속이 쓰려서 견딜 수 없었다.

Each time the lid was lifted from the pot of loach soup, clouds of white steam billowed upward. On the grill, beef patties, roast pork, liver, kidneys, dried pollock, and mung bean pancakes sizzled and crackled. At the table, where all these drinking snacks lay scattered in a tempting assortment, Kim Cheom-ji suddenly felt such a pang of hunger that he could hardly bear it.

마음대로 할 양이면 거기 있는 모든 먹음 먹이를 모조리 깡그리 집어삼켜도 시원치 않았다.

Had he been free to do as he pleased, he could have devoured every last morsel on the table and still not felt satisfied.

하되 배고픈 이는 위선 분량 많은 빈대떡 두 개를 쪼이기도 하고 추어탕을 한 그릇 청하였다.

But the hungry man contented himself, for the moment, with two generous mung bean pancakes and a bowl of loach soup.

주린 창자는 음식맛을 보더니 더욱더욱 비어지며 자꾸자꾸 들이라들이라 하였다.

Once his famished stomach tasted the food, it seemed to grow even emptier, clamoring for more and more.

순식간에 두부와 미꾸리 든 국 한 그릇을 그냥 물같이 들이키고 말았다.

In no time, he had gulped down an entire bowl of soup containing tofu and loach as easily as if it were water.

세째 그릇을 받아들었을 제 데우던 막걸이 곱배기 두 잔이 더웠다.

By the time he took his third bowl, two double-sized cups of warmed makgeolli had also been brought to the table.

치삼이와 같이 마시자 원원히 비었던 속이라 찌르르하고 창자에 퍼지며 얼굴이 화끈하였다.

He drank with Chisam, and because his stomach had been so utterly empty, the liquor sent a tingling warmth spreading through his insides and brought a flush to his face.

눌러 곱배기 한 잔을 또 마셨다.

He promptly drank another double-sized cup.

김 첨지의 눈은 벌써 개개 풀리기 시작하였다.

Kim Cheom-ji's eyes were already beginning to grow unfocused.

석쇠에 얹힌 떡 두 개를 숭덩숭덩 썰어서 볼을 불룩거리며 또 곱배기 두 잔을 부어라 하였다.

He roughly cut up two more pancakes from the grill, stuffed his cheeks, and ordered another two double-sized cups.

치삼은 의아한 듯이 김 첨지를 보며, “여보게 또 붓다니, 벌써 우리가 넉 잔씩 먹었네, 돈이 사십 전일세.”

Chisam looked at Kim Cheom-ji in surprise. "What do you mean, another round? We've already had four cups each. That's forty jeon we've spent."

라고 주의시켰다.

he cautioned him.

“아따 이놈아, 사십 전이 그리 끔찍하냐. 오늘 내가 돈을 막 벌었어. 참 오늘 운수가 좋았느니.”

"Come now, you fool, is forty jeon such a dreadful sum? I've made a pile of money today. Truly, I've had wonderful luck today."

“그래 얼마를 벌었단 말인가?”

"Well, how much did you make?"

“삼십 원을 벌었어, 삼십 원을! 이런 젠장맞을 술을 왜 안부어…… 괜찮다 괜찮다, 막 먹어도 상관이 없어. 오늘 돈 산더미같이 벌었는데.”

"Thirty won, I made thirty won! Damn it, why aren't you pouring the drinks? ... It's all right, it's all right. Drink as much as you like. I've made a mountain of money today."

“어, 이 사람 취했군, 그만두세.”

"Oh, you're drunk, man. That's enough."

“이놈아, 이걸 먹고 취할 내냐, 어서 더 먹어.”

"You fool, do you think this is enough to get me drunk? Come on, drink some more."

하고는 치삼의 귀를 잡아채며 취한 이는 부르짖었다.

So cried the drunkard, grabbing Chisam by the ear.

그리고 술을 붓는 열 다섯 살 됨직한 중대가리에게로 달려들며, “이놈, 오라질 놈, 왜 술을 붓지 않어.”

Then he lunged at the shaven-headed boy, who looked about fifteen and was pouring the drinks, and shouted, "You rascal, you damned brat! Why aren't you pouring the liquor?"

라고 야단을 쳤다.

he scolded.

중대가리는 히히 웃고 치삼을 보며 문의하는 듯이 눈짓을 하였다.

The shaven-headed boy giggled and glanced at Chisam as if asking what he should do.

주정꾼이 눈치를 알아보고 화를 버럭내며, “에미를 붙을 이 오라질 놈들 같으니, 이놈 내가 돈이 없을 줄 알고.”

The drunkard caught the meaning of the glance and flew into a rage. "You damned bastards, may your mothers be cursed! Did you think I had no money?"

하자마자 허리춤을 훔칫훔칫 하더니 일 원짜리 한 장을 꺼내어 중대가리 앞에 펄쩍 집어던졌다.

No sooner had he said this than he fumbled at his waistband, pulled out a one-won note, and flung it down in front of the shaven-headed boy.

그 사품에 몇 푼 은전이 잘그랑 하며 떨어진다.

In the commotion, a few silver coins jingled to the floor.

“여보게 돈 떨어졌네, 왜 돈을 막 끼얹나.”

"Hey, you've dropped some money. Why are you throwing it around like that?"

이런 말을 하며 일변 돈을 줍는다.

As he said this, he began picking up the money.

김 첨지는 취한 중에도 돈의 거처를 살피는 듯이 눈을 크게 떠서 땅을 내려다보다가 불시에 제 하는 짓이 너무 더럽다는 듯이 고개를 소스라치자 더욱 성을 내며, “봐라 봐! 이 더러운 놈들아, 내가 돈이 없나, 다리뼉다구를 꺾어놓을 놈들 같으니.”

Even in his drunken state, Kim Cheom-ji opened his eyes wide and stared at the ground, as though tracking where his money had fallen. Then, suddenly, he jerked his head up, as if appalled by his own disgraceful behavior, and grew even angrier. "Look here, look! You filthy scoundrels! Do you think I have no money? You lot deserve to have your legs broken!"

하고 치삼의 주워주는 돈을 받아, “이 원수엣 돈! 이 육시를 할 돈!”

He took the money Chisam had picked up for him and cried, "This accursed money! This damned money!"

하면서, 풀매질을 친다.

Then he hurled it away with all his might.

벽에 맞아 떨어진 돈은 다시 술 끓이는 양푼에 떨어지며 정당한 매를 맞는다는 듯이 쨍하고 울었다.

The money struck the wall, bounced off, and fell into the brass basin where the liquor was being heated, ringing out sharply as though it had received its just punishment.

곱배기 두 잔은 또 부어질 겨를도 없이 말려가고 말았다.

Before two more double measures could even be poured, they had already been gulped down.

김 첨지는 입술과 수염에 붙은 술을 빨아들이고 나서 매우 만족한 듯이 그 솔잎 송이 수염을 쓰다듬으며, “또 부어, 또 부어.”

Kim Cheom-ji sucked the liquor from his lips and mustache, then stroked his bristly, pine-needle-like beard with great satisfaction. "Pour some more! Pour some more!"

라고, 외쳤다.

he shouted.

또 한 잔 먹고 나서 김 첨지는 치삼의 어깨를 치며 문득 껄껄 웃는다.

After another drink, Kim Cheom-ji slapped Chisam on the shoulder and suddenly burst into loud laughter.

그 웃음 소리가 어떻게 컸는지 술집에 있는 이의 눈은 모두 김 첨지에게로 몰리었다.

His laughter was so loud that everyone in the tavern turned to look at him.

웃는 이는 더욱 웃으며, “여보게 치삼이, 내 우스운 이야기 하나 할까. 오늘 손을 태고 정거장에까지 가지 않았겠나.”

Laughing even harder, he said, "Listen, Chisam, shall I tell you something funny? Today I picked up a fare and took him all the way to the station, didn't I?"

“그래서.”

"And then?"

“갔다가 그저 오기가 안 됐데그려. 그래 전차 정류장에서 어름어름하며 손님 하나를 태울 궁리를 하지 않았나. 거기 마침 마나님이신지 여학생님이신지 — 요새야 어디 논다니와 아가씨를 구별할 수가 있던가 — <망토>를 두르고 비를 맞고 서 있겠지. 슬근슬근 가까이 가서 인력거 타시랍시요 하고 손가방을 받으랴니까 내 손을 탁 뿌리치고 홱 돌아서더니만 <왜 남을 이렇게 귀찮게 굴어!> 그 소리야말로 꾀꼬리 소리지, 허허!”

"Well, I couldn't very well just turn around and come straight back, could I? So I hung about at the tram stop, thinking I might pick up a fare. There happened to be a lady there—perhaps a married woman, perhaps a schoolgirl—though these days, how can you tell a woman of the streets from a respectable young lady? She was standing in the rain, wrapped in a <cloak>. I sidled up and asked her to take my rickshaw, reaching for her handbag. But she slapped my hand away and spun around, saying, <Why do you keep bothering me like this!> Now, that voice was sweeter than a nightingale's, I tell you! Ha ha!"

김 첨지는 교묘하게도 정말 꾀꼬리 같은 소리를 내었다.

With remarkable skill, Kim Cheom-ji imitated a voice that truly sounded like a nightingale.

모든 사람은 일시에 웃었다.

Everyone burst out laughing at once.

“빌어먹을 깍쟁이 같은 년, 누가 저를 어쩌나, <왜 남을 귀찮게 굴어!> 어이구 소리가 처신도 없지, 허허.”

"That damned, stuck-up little bitch! As if anyone would lay a finger on her! <Why do you keep bothering me!> Good Lord, what a voice! Ha ha!"

웃음 소리들은 높아졌다.

The laughter grew louder.

그러나 그 웃음 소리들이 사라지기 전에 김 첨지는 훌쩍훌쩍 울기 시작하였다.

But before the laughter had died away, Kim Cheom-ji began to sob.

치삼은 어이없이 주정뱅이를 바라보며, “금방 웃고 지랄을 하더니 우는 건 또 무슨 일인가.”

Chisam stared at the drunkard in bewilderment. "You were just laughing and carrying on like a madman. What's this business of crying now?"

김 첨지는 연해 코를 들여마시며, “우리 마누라가 죽었다네.”

Kim Cheom-ji kept sniffing and said, "My wife is dead."

“뭐, 마누라가 죽다니, 언제?”

"What? Your wife is dead? When?"

“이놈아 언제는. 오늘이지.”

"When else, you fool? Today."

“엑기 미친 놈, 거짓말 말아.”

"Oh, you crazy fool! Stop lying."

“거짓말은 왜, 참말로 죽었어, 참말로... 마누라 시체를 집어 뻐들쳐놓고 내가 술을 먹다니, 내가 죽일 놈이야, 죽일 놈이야.”

"Why would I lie? She's really dead, truly... And here I am drinking while my wife's corpse lies stretched out at home. I'm a scoundrel, a scoundrel deserving of death."

하고 김 첨지는 엉엉 소리를 내어 운다.

Kim Cheom-ji burst into loud, heart-rending sobs.

치삼은 흥이 조금 깨어지는 얼굴로, “원 이 사람이, 참말을 하나 거짓말을 하나. 그러면 집으로 가세, 가.”

Looking somewhat sobered, Chisam said, "Good heavens, man, are you telling the truth or making it up? If that's so, let's go home. Come on."

하고 우는 이의 팔을 잡아당기었다.

He seized the crying man's arm and tried to pull him along.

치삼의 끄는 손을 뿌리치더니 김 첨지는 눈물이 글썽글썽한 눈으로 싱그레 웃는다.

Kim Cheom-ji shook off Chisam's hand and smiled faintly, his eyes brimming with tears.

“죽기는 누가 죽어.”

"Who said anyone was dead?"

하고 득의가 양양.

he declared triumphantly.

“죽기는 왜 죽어, 생때같이 살아만 있단다. 그 오라질 년이 밥을 죽이지. 인제 나한테 속았다.”

"Why would she be dead? She's as alive and well as ever. That damned woman has only gone and ruined the rice! Now I've fooled you!"

하고 어린애 모양으로 손뼉을 치며 웃는다.

He laughed and clapped his hands like a child.

“이 사람이 정말 미쳤단 말인가. 나도 아주먼네가 앓는단 말은 들었는데.”

"Has this man really gone mad? I did hear that your wife was ill, though."

하고, 치삼이도 어느 불안을 느끼는 듯이 김 첨지에게 또 돌아가라고 권하였다.

Chisam, too, seemed to feel a pang of unease and urged Kim Cheom-ji once more to go home.

“안 죽었어, 안 죽었대도그래.”

"She's not dead! I tell you, she's not dead!"

김 첨지는 홧증을 내며 확신있게 소리를 질렀으되 그 소리엔 안 죽은 것을 믿으려고 애쓰는 가락이 있었다.

Kim Cheom-ji shouted angrily and with apparent conviction, yet there was something in his voice that suggested he was desperately trying to believe she was still alive.

기어이 일 원어치를 채워서 곱배기 한 잔씩 더 먹고 나왔다.

In the end, they ordered another won's worth and each drank one more double measure before leaving.

궂은 비는 의연히 추적추적 내린다.

The miserable rain continued to fall steadily.

김 첨지는 취중에도 설렁탕을 사가지고 집에 다달았다.

Even in his drunken state, Kim Cheom-ji bought some seolleongtang and arrived home.

집이라 해도 물론 셋집이요, 또 집 전체를 세든 게 아니라 안과 뚝떨어진 행랑방 한 간을 빌려 든 것인데 물을 길어대고 한 달에 일 원씩 내는 터이다.

It was a rented place, of course, and he did not rent the whole house, but merely one small servants' quarters room, detached from the main building. He had to fetch his own water and paid one won a month in rent.

만일 김 첨지가 주기를 띠지 않았던들 한 발을 대문에 들여놓았을 제 그곳을 지배하는 무시무시한 정적 — 폭풍우가 지나간 뒤의 바다 같은 정적에 다리가 떨렸으리라.

Had Kim Cheom-ji not been drunk, his legs would have trembled the moment he stepped through the gate, so terrifying was the silence that hung over the place—a silence like the sea after a storm.

쿨룩거리는 기침 소리도 들을 수 없다.

There was not even the sound of a hacking cough.

그르렁거리는 숨소리조차 들을 수 없다.

Not so much as a rattling breath could be heard.

다만 이 무덤같은 침묵을 깨뜨리는 — 깨뜨린다느니보다 한층 더 침묵을 깊게 하고 불길하게 하는 빡빡하는 그윽한 소리, 어린애의 젖 빠는 소리가 날 뿐이다.

Only one sound disturbed this tomb-like silence—or rather, deepened it and made it more ominous: a faint, persistent sucking sound, the sound of a baby nursing.

만일 청각이 예민한 이 같으면 그 빡빡 소리는 빨 따름이요, 꿀떡꿀떡 하고 젖 넘어가는 소리가 없으니 빈 젖을 빤다는 것도 짐작할는지 모르리라.

Someone with keen hearing might have noticed that the sucking sound was all there was; there were no swallowing sounds, no gulping of milk. They might even have guessed that the child was sucking at an empty breast.

혹은 김 첨지도 이 불길한 침묵을 짐작했는지도 모른다.

Perhaps Kim Cheom-ji, too, sensed something of this ominous silence.

그렇지 않으면 대문에 들어서자마자 전에 없이, “이 난장 맞을 년, 남편이 들어오는데 나와보지도 않아, 이 오라질 년.”

Otherwise, why would he have shouted, as soon as he entered the gate, in a way quite unlike his usual manner, "You damned woman! Your husband comes home and you don't even come out to greet him, you wretched bitch!"

이라고 고함을 친 게 수상하다.

It was suspicious that he had yelled like that.

이 고함이야말로 제 몸을 엄습해오는 무시무시한 증을 쫓아버리려는 허장성세인 까닭이다.

For that shout was nothing but a show of bravado, an attempt to drive away the terrible foreboding creeping over him.

하여간 김 첨지는 방문을 왈칵 열었다.

At any rate, Kim Cheom-ji flung the door open.

구역을 나게 하는 추기 — 떨어진 삿자리 밑에서 나온 먼지내, 빨지 않은 기저귀에서 나는 똥내와 오줌내, 가지각색 때가 케케히 앉은 옷내, 병인의 땀 썩은 내가 섞인 추기가 무딘 김 첨지의 코를 찔렀다.

A nauseating stench assailed even Kim Cheom-ji's dull nose: dust rising from beneath the worn-out straw mat, the smell of shit and urine from unwashed diapers, the stale odor of clothes caked with layers of grime, and the reek of a sick person's rotting sweat, all mingled together.

방안에 들어서며 설렁탕을 한구석에 놓을 사이도 없이 주정군은 목청을 있는 대로 다 내어 호통을 쳤다.

The drunkard had barely stepped into the room, without even having time to set the seolleongtang down in a corner, when he roared at the top of his voice.

“이런 오라질 년, 주야장천 누워만 있으면 제일이야! 남편이 와도 일어나지를 못해.”

"You damned woman! Is lying around all day and all night all you know how to do? You can't even get up when your husband comes home!"

라는 소리와 함께 발길로 누운 이의 다리를 몹시 찼다.

With that, he kicked the legs of the woman lying there, hard.

그러나 발길에 채이는 건 사람의 살이 아니고 나무등걸과 같은 느낌이 있었다.

But what his foot struck did not feel like human flesh; it felt like a tree stump.

이때에 빽빽 소리가 응아 소리로 변하였다.

At that moment, the persistent sucking sound turned into a baby's wail.

개똥이가 물었던 젖을 빼어놓고 운다.

Gaettongi had let go of the breast and was crying.

운대도 온 얼굴을 찡그려 붙여서, 운다는 표정을 할 뿐이다.

Even as he cried, his whole face was tightly scrunched up, as though he were merely making the expression of someone crying.

응아 소리도 입에서 나는 게 아니고 마치 뱃속에서 나는 듯하였다.

Even the wailing seemed not to come from his mouth, but as though it were rising from deep inside his belly.

울다가 울다가 목도 잠겼고 또 울 기운조차 시진한 것 같다.

He had cried and cried until his voice was hoarse, and it seemed he scarcely had the strength left to cry at all.

발로 차도 그 보람이 없는 걸 보자 남편은 아내의 머리맡으로 달려들어 그야말로 까치집 같은 환자의 머리를 꺼들어 흔들며, “이 년아, 말을 해, 말을! 입이 붙었어, 이 오라질 년!”“…”

Seeing that kicking her had no effect, the husband rushed to his wife's bedside, seized her head—which was as disheveled as a magpie's nest—and shook it, shouting, "You woman, say something! Say something! Has your mouth been sewn shut, you damned bitch?" "..."

“으응, 이것 봐, 아무 말이 없네.”“…”

"Hmm, look at this. Not a word." "..."

“이년아, 죽었단 말이냐, 왜 말이 없어.”“…”

"You woman, are you dead? Why won't you say anything?" "..."

“으응. 또 대답이 없네, 정말 죽었나버이.”

"Hmm. No answer again. Perhaps you really are dead."

이러다가 누운 이의 흰 창을 덮은, 위로 치뜬 눈을 알아보자마자, “이 눈깔! 이 눈깔! 왜 나를 바라보지 못하고 천정만 보느냐, 응.”

As he went on like this, he noticed the eyes of the woman lying there, rolled upward beneath their white, clouded film. "Those eyes! Those eyes! Why can't you look at me? Why do you stare only at the ceiling, eh?"

하는 말 끝엔 목이 메었다.

His voice caught in his throat as he finished speaking.

그러자 산 사람의 눈에서 떨어진 닭의 똥 같은 눈물이 죽은 이의 뻣뻣한 얼굴을 어룽어룽 적시었다.

Then tears, thick and foul-looking as chicken droppings, fell from the living man's eyes and spotted the dead woman's stiff face.

문득 김 첨지는 미칠 듯이 제 얼굴을 죽은 이의 얼굴에 한테 비비대며 중얼거렸다.

Suddenly, as if going mad, Kim Cheom-ji pressed his own face against the dead woman's and murmured:

“설렁탕을 사다놓았는데 왜 먹지를 못하니, 왜 먹지를 못하니... 괴상하게도 오늘은! 운수가 좋더니만... ”

"I've brought you seolleongtang. Why can't you eat it? Why can't you eat it...? How strange! Today, of all days, my luck had been so good..."