Stories tagged “dokkaebi”
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The Solstices and the Wooden Faces of the Village of Hari
하리마을 사람들은 유월 하짓날 아침에 뒷산에 서있는 고목 한그루를 베어오곤 한다. 하늘이 게면 잿빛 외투를 걸친 할아버지들이 톱과 도끼를 들고서 하리마을 고목에서 울고있는 얼굴을
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Hari - Part 1
On the summer solstice in June, the people of Hari would cut down an old oak from the back hills in the morning. Once the sky is clear, old men in gray coats would come out with saws and axes and wordlessly begin carving out a crying face out of the Ha...
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Hari - Part 2
But nowadays, the coldness of the world has come down to the village of Hari, cooling the hot tears of the statues. Many elders became afraid that the dokkaebis will no longer march toward the back hills, and so they did carve out more wooden faces. So...
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Hari - Part 3
And tonight is the long night. The cold freezes even the rays of sunlight flying through the iron-plated pines. The knees of the old men cease before the ages of labor. The endless lines of sad statues begin to weep red tears as the sun sets. Through t...