A Cold Night (KANYA)
It was a very cold day. I went out for a little walk. I was suddenly reminded of an appointment with a friend of mine, a Western-style painter. I called him by public telephone. Apparently he was already tired of waiting, and said reproachingly, "What's all this? I have been burning coal in the studio all this time, since early morning. Hurry up!"
Translated by George Saito.
Translator's Note:
Translated by George Saito.
Translator's Note:
This page was created on 2016/09/01
Background Color
Font Style
- Default
- For Weak-Eyed