Her Town, Her Sheep
HerTown,HerSheep
byMURAKAMIHaruki
TranslatedbyKiki
ThefirstsnowoftheyearhasstartedtofalloreetsofSapporoinnorthernJapan.Itbeganasrainagedtosnow.Itdidn’ttakelongbeforeithadgedbacktorain.HoweveroreetsofSapporosnowreallyisn’tthatromantic.It’saboutasweleasanunpopularrelative.ItisFridayOctober23.
Wheokyoona747fromNaritaairport,IwaswearingonlyaT-shirt.ItstartedtosnowbeforeIhadfinishedlisteningtomy90-miapeonmywalkman.
“Thatsoundsaboutparforthecourse,”myfriendsaidtome.“Wegenerallygetthefirstsnowfalloftheyearaboutnow,aurnscold.”
“Itgetsreallycold,doesn’tit?”
“Nokidding.Itgetsreally,really,cold.”
WegrewupinasmallquietneighborhoodinKobeiernJapan.Ourhouseswereseparatedbyabout50meters.Weattehjuniorandsenihschooltogether.Wealsowentonschooltripsanddoubledateswitheachother.Osodrunkthatwerolledoutofthecabwhenitsdoorspoppedopen.Aftergraduatingfromhighschoolweattendeddifferentcolleges:IwenttoTokyowhilehemovednorthtoHokkaido.ImarriedoneofmyclassmatesfromTokyo,andmyfriendmarriedaclassmateofhisfromthecityofOtaruinHokkaido.That’sjustthewaylifeworksout.Wewerescatteredlikeseedsinthewind.
IfhehadattendedcollegeinTokyoandifIhadgoocollegeinHokkaido,ourlivesmighthaveturpletelydifferent.PerhapsImighthaveworkedforatravelagency,gallivantingalllobe.HemayhavebeeawriterinTokyo.Butfateledmetowritenovelswhilehispathtookhimtoatravelagendyeteverydaythesuntioshine.
Myfriendhasasixyearoldson,Hokuto,andhealwayscarriesthreepicturesofhissoninhiswallet:Hokutoplayingwithsheepatthezoo;Hokutdressclothesfortheautumnchildren’sShichigosaival;Hokutoridingarocketattheplayground.Ilookedateachpicturethreetimes,oeranother,beforereturniohim.Ipickedupmybeerandgrabbedsomeicy“ruibe”,aHokkaidodelicacy.
“Bytheway,howisPdoing?”Heaskedme.
“Prettygood,”Ianswered.“JusttheotherdayIbumpedintohimoreet.Hegotdivordisnowlivingwithayoungwoman.”
“WhataboutQ?”
“He’swforanadagency,writingsomejustterriblecopy.”
“Thatdoesn’tsurpriseme..”
Etc.Etc.
Wepaidforthechedlefttherestaurant.Ithadstartedtorainagain.
“Say,haveyoureturoKoberetly?”Iasked.
“Nope,”shakinghishead.“It’sjusttoofaraway.Howaboutyou?”
“Meher.Idon’treallyhavemuchdesiretogoback.”
“Yeah.”
“Iimagiheneighborhoodhasreallygedovertheyears.”
WewalkedaroureetsofSapporoforonlytenmoreminutes,quicklyrunningoutofthingstotalkabout.Ireturomyhotelabacktohissmallapartment.
“Doraakecareofyourself.”
“Youtoo.”
Suddenlythethudofavertermademerealizethattomorroillagainbeseparatedbyover500kilometers.Inafewdayswewillagainbewalkingondifferentstreets.Wewillreturntoourrespectivebroutines.Wewilltiheaimlessuphillstruggleasmembersoftheratrace.
BamyhotelroomIturheTVandstartedtowatchalocalpublicservice-program.Climbingohwithouttakingmyshoesoff,Iattackedmysmokedsalmonsandwidbeerfromroom-service,absent-mindedlygazingatthes.
Ayoungwomanwearingadarkbluedresswasstandingalohemiddleofthes.Thecamerafocusedonherlikeapatientivore.Itwastransfixede.Thecameraangledidn’tadvanceorretreat.IfeltlikeIwaswatgaGoddardmovie.
“IworkinthepublicityseoftheRTownlocalgover,”thewomansaid.Shespokewithaslightlocalatandhervoicecrackedabit,maybeshewasalittlenervous.“RTownissmall,ulationofonlyabout7500people.Nobodyfamoushaseverefromourlittletown,soIdon’tthinkanyofyouhaveeverheardofit.”
That’stoobadIthought.
“Ourmainindustriesareagricultureanddairyfarming.Riceusedtobeourtown’sprimaryindustry.Butretgoveralsubsidypolicieshaveforcedaradicalshifttowardbarley,wheataablesforthesuburbs.Oskirtsoftowntherearepastureswithabouttwohundredheadofcattle,ahundredhorsesaswellasahundredsheep.Atthemomentthebreedingoflivestotioincrease.Overthehreeyearsweanticipatefurtherincreasesiockprodu.“
Iwouldn’treallydescribethewomaiful.Shewasabouttwenty,wearial-framedglasses.Shesmiledlikeabrokenrefrigerator.YetIthoughtshewaswonderful.ThisGoddardesquecamerateiquecapturedherbestfeature.Andittioemphasizethatfeature,keepihebestpossiblelight.Ifanyofuscouldspendtenminutesinfrontofthatcamera,maybewetoocouldlooksowonderful.That’showIsawit.
“Inthemiddleofthe19thturygolddustwasdiscoveredintheRrivernearourlittletown.Soweenjoyedaslight“gold-dustboom”.Butsoonthegolddustwasexhausted,leavingbehindthescarsofinnumerableshadpathsonthemountain.It’sreallyquitesad.”
Ipoppedthelastbiteofmysmokedsalmonsandwitomymouthandwasheditdownwiththelastofmybeer.
“Thetown…umm…thepopulationofthetownpeakedatarouhousandafewyearsago.Howeverretlythenumberoffamilieswhohaveleftfarminghasincreased.Anotherproblemisthatouryoungpeoplehavebeguntoescapetothesuburbs.Morethanhalfofmyclassmateshavealreadymovedaway.Butthosewhohavedecidedtoremainaredoingtheirbestforourtown.”
Shetiostareintothecameraasthoughitwereamirrorthatmightforetellthefuture.Sheseemedtobestaringdirectlyatme.Takinganotherbeerfromtherefrigerator,Ipulledthetabandtookabigdrink.
Thewoman’stown.
Ididn’thavemuchtroubleimagininghersmalltown:Atinytrainstatiorainstopsotimesaday.Asmallspaceheateriion’swaitingroom.Asmallsterilecircularareaforbusestopickuppeople.Aguidemapofthetownonwhichhalfofthelettersarenearlyillegible.Abedoldsandarowofmountainashtrees.Amangywhitedogtiredofliving.Aisementforschooluniformsandheadacheremedies.Arelativelybigbutuselessmai.Awant-adposterfortheJapanesedefenseforces.Athree-storydepartmentstoresellingavarietyofmiscellaneousstuff.Onesmalltravelagency.Afarmer’sco-op,aforestryterandananimalhusbandrybuilding.Thetown’spublicbath,itssolitarygraysmokestackstigupintothesky.Turnibeforethemaininterse,twoblocksdown,isthecityhallbuilding,whereshesitsatherdeskinthep.r.se.Yes,definitelyasmallbtown.Halfoftheyearcoveredwithsnow.Shesitsatherdeskwritingcopy:
“Wewillsooributingmedicationfordisiingsheep.Ified,pleasepletetheproperformsandsubmitthemassoonaspossible.”BamysmallSapporohotelroomIsuddenlyexperieangibleewiththewoman’slife.Ihadmadetactwithherexistence.However,somethingismissing.IfeellikeIamwearingaborrowedsuitthatdoesn’tfitverywell.Idon’tfeelfortable.Myfeetareboundbyrope.Isidercuttingtheropewithadullhatchetblade,butifIdoso,howwillIreturn?Thatmakesmeuneasy.HoweverIhavetocuttherope.MaybeIhavedrunktoomuchbeer.Maybethesnowiscausingthissensation.That’sallIcouldthinkabout.Islipbaderhedarkwingsofreality.Mytown,hersheep.
Nowshemustgethersheepreadytobedisiedbythatnewdrug.Metoo,Iogetmysheepreadyforwinter.Ihavetogatherhayandfillthetankswithkerosene.Ishouldgetthatwindowfixed.Afterallwinterisjustaroundtheer.“That’smytown,”thewomantiV.“It’snotsoiing,butit’smyhome.Ifyougetace,pleasevisitus.We’lldowhateverweforyou.”
AndjustlikethatshevanishedfrommyTVs.Ituroffandfiherestofmybeer.Ibegantosidervisitiown.Maybeshecouldhelpme.ButafterallIprobablywouldaroundtovisitingit.Ihavealreadythrownawaytoomanythings.Outsideittiosnow.Ahundredheadofsheepclosedtheireyesinthedarkness.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
byMURAKAMIHaruki
TranslatedbyKiki
ThefirstsnowoftheyearhasstartedtofalloreetsofSapporoinnorthernJapan.Itbeganasrainagedtosnow.Itdidn’ttakelongbeforeithadgedbacktorain.HoweveroreetsofSapporosnowreallyisn’tthatromantic.It’saboutasweleasanunpopularrelative.ItisFridayOctober23.
Wheokyoona747fromNaritaairport,IwaswearingonlyaT-shirt.ItstartedtosnowbeforeIhadfinishedlisteningtomy90-miapeonmywalkman.
“Thatsoundsaboutparforthecourse,”myfriendsaidtome.“Wegenerallygetthefirstsnowfalloftheyearaboutnow,aurnscold.”
“Itgetsreallycold,doesn’tit?”
“Nokidding.Itgetsreally,really,cold.”
WegrewupinasmallquietneighborhoodinKobeiernJapan.Ourhouseswereseparatedbyabout50meters.Weattehjuniorandsenihschooltogether.Wealsowentonschooltripsanddoubledateswitheachother.Osodrunkthatwerolledoutofthecabwhenitsdoorspoppedopen.Aftergraduatingfromhighschoolweattendeddifferentcolleges:IwenttoTokyowhilehemovednorthtoHokkaido.ImarriedoneofmyclassmatesfromTokyo,andmyfriendmarriedaclassmateofhisfromthecityofOtaruinHokkaido.That’sjustthewaylifeworksout.Wewerescatteredlikeseedsinthewind.
IfhehadattendedcollegeinTokyoandifIhadgoocollegeinHokkaido,ourlivesmighthaveturpletelydifferent.PerhapsImighthaveworkedforatravelagency,gallivantingalllobe.HemayhavebeeawriterinTokyo.Butfateledmetowritenovelswhilehispathtookhimtoatravelagendyeteverydaythesuntioshine.
Myfriendhasasixyearoldson,Hokuto,andhealwayscarriesthreepicturesofhissoninhiswallet:Hokutoplayingwithsheepatthezoo;Hokutdressclothesfortheautumnchildren’sShichigosaival;Hokutoridingarocketattheplayground.Ilookedateachpicturethreetimes,oeranother,beforereturniohim.Ipickedupmybeerandgrabbedsomeicy“ruibe”,aHokkaidodelicacy.
“Bytheway,howisPdoing?”Heaskedme.
“Prettygood,”Ianswered.“JusttheotherdayIbumpedintohimoreet.Hegotdivordisnowlivingwithayoungwoman.”
“WhataboutQ?”
“He’swforanadagency,writingsomejustterriblecopy.”
“Thatdoesn’tsurpriseme..”
Etc.Etc.
Wepaidforthechedlefttherestaurant.Ithadstartedtorainagain.
“Say,haveyoureturoKoberetly?”Iasked.
“Nope,”shakinghishead.“It’sjusttoofaraway.Howaboutyou?”
“Meher.Idon’treallyhavemuchdesiretogoback.”
“Yeah.”
“Iimagiheneighborhoodhasreallygedovertheyears.”
WewalkedaroureetsofSapporoforonlytenmoreminutes,quicklyrunningoutofthingstotalkabout.Ireturomyhotelabacktohissmallapartment.
“Doraakecareofyourself.”
“Youtoo.”
Suddenlythethudofavertermademerealizethattomorroillagainbeseparatedbyover500kilometers.Inafewdayswewillagainbewalkingondifferentstreets.Wewillreturntoourrespectivebroutines.Wewilltiheaimlessuphillstruggleasmembersoftheratrace.
BamyhotelroomIturheTVandstartedtowatchalocalpublicservice-program.Climbingohwithouttakingmyshoesoff,Iattackedmysmokedsalmonsandwidbeerfromroom-service,absent-mindedlygazingatthes.
Ayoungwomanwearingadarkbluedresswasstandingalohemiddleofthes.Thecamerafocusedonherlikeapatientivore.Itwastransfixede.Thecameraangledidn’tadvanceorretreat.IfeltlikeIwaswatgaGoddardmovie.
“IworkinthepublicityseoftheRTownlocalgover,”thewomansaid.Shespokewithaslightlocalatandhervoicecrackedabit,maybeshewasalittlenervous.“RTownissmall,ulationofonlyabout7500people.Nobodyfamoushaseverefromourlittletown,soIdon’tthinkanyofyouhaveeverheardofit.”
That’stoobadIthought.
“Ourmainindustriesareagricultureanddairyfarming.Riceusedtobeourtown’sprimaryindustry.Butretgoveralsubsidypolicieshaveforcedaradicalshifttowardbarley,wheataablesforthesuburbs.Oskirtsoftowntherearepastureswithabouttwohundredheadofcattle,ahundredhorsesaswellasahundredsheep.Atthemomentthebreedingoflivestotioincrease.Overthehreeyearsweanticipatefurtherincreasesiockprodu.“
Iwouldn’treallydescribethewomaiful.Shewasabouttwenty,wearial-framedglasses.Shesmiledlikeabrokenrefrigerator.YetIthoughtshewaswonderful.ThisGoddardesquecamerateiquecapturedherbestfeature.Andittioemphasizethatfeature,keepihebestpossiblelight.Ifanyofuscouldspendtenminutesinfrontofthatcamera,maybewetoocouldlooksowonderful.That’showIsawit.
“Inthemiddleofthe19thturygolddustwasdiscoveredintheRrivernearourlittletown.Soweenjoyedaslight“gold-dustboom”.Butsoonthegolddustwasexhausted,leavingbehindthescarsofinnumerableshadpathsonthemountain.It’sreallyquitesad.”
Ipoppedthelastbiteofmysmokedsalmonsandwitomymouthandwasheditdownwiththelastofmybeer.
“Thetown…umm…thepopulationofthetownpeakedatarouhousandafewyearsago.Howeverretlythenumberoffamilieswhohaveleftfarminghasincreased.Anotherproblemisthatouryoungpeoplehavebeguntoescapetothesuburbs.Morethanhalfofmyclassmateshavealreadymovedaway.Butthosewhohavedecidedtoremainaredoingtheirbestforourtown.”
Shetiostareintothecameraasthoughitwereamirrorthatmightforetellthefuture.Sheseemedtobestaringdirectlyatme.Takinganotherbeerfromtherefrigerator,Ipulledthetabandtookabigdrink.
Thewoman’stown.
Ididn’thavemuchtroubleimagininghersmalltown:Atinytrainstatiorainstopsotimesaday.Asmallspaceheateriion’swaitingroom.Asmallsterilecircularareaforbusestopickuppeople.Aguidemapofthetownonwhichhalfofthelettersarenearlyillegible.Abedoldsandarowofmountainashtrees.Amangywhitedogtiredofliving.Aisementforschooluniformsandheadacheremedies.Arelativelybigbutuselessmai.Awant-adposterfortheJapanesedefenseforces.Athree-storydepartmentstoresellingavarietyofmiscellaneousstuff.Onesmalltravelagency.Afarmer’sco-op,aforestryterandananimalhusbandrybuilding.Thetown’spublicbath,itssolitarygraysmokestackstigupintothesky.Turnibeforethemaininterse,twoblocksdown,isthecityhallbuilding,whereshesitsatherdeskinthep.r.se.Yes,definitelyasmallbtown.Halfoftheyearcoveredwithsnow.Shesitsatherdeskwritingcopy:
“Wewillsooributingmedicationfordisiingsheep.Ified,pleasepletetheproperformsandsubmitthemassoonaspossible.”BamysmallSapporohotelroomIsuddenlyexperieangibleewiththewoman’slife.Ihadmadetactwithherexistence.However,somethingismissing.IfeellikeIamwearingaborrowedsuitthatdoesn’tfitverywell.Idon’tfeelfortable.Myfeetareboundbyrope.Isidercuttingtheropewithadullhatchetblade,butifIdoso,howwillIreturn?Thatmakesmeuneasy.HoweverIhavetocuttherope.MaybeIhavedrunktoomuchbeer.Maybethesnowiscausingthissensation.That’sallIcouldthinkabout.Islipbaderhedarkwingsofreality.Mytown,hersheep.
Nowshemustgethersheepreadytobedisiedbythatnewdrug.Metoo,Iogetmysheepreadyforwinter.Ihavetogatherhayandfillthetankswithkerosene.Ishouldgetthatwindowfixed.Afterallwinterisjustaroundtheer.“That’smytown,”thewomantiV.“It’snotsoiing,butit’smyhome.Ifyougetace,pleasevisitus.We’lldowhateverweforyou.”
AndjustlikethatshevanishedfrommyTVs.Ituroffandfiherestofmybeer.Ibegantosidervisitiown.Maybeshecouldhelpme.ButafterallIprobablywouldaroundtovisitingit.Ihavealreadythrownawaytoomanythings.Outsideittiosnow.Ahundredheadofsheepclosedtheireyesinthedarkness.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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