Ten nights of dreams
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The Japanese original text "Yume yuja" was completely set up with furigana in this two-language edition, so that every student of the Japanese language can read Natsume Soseki's Ten nights of dreams fluently. The dreams are commented to provide background information to the reader.
Natsume Soseki
Natsume Sōseki, seudónimo literario de Natsume Kinnosuke, nació en 1867 cerca de Edo (la actual Tokio). Descendiente de una familia de samuráis venida a menos, fue el menor de seis hermanos. Cuando tenía dos años, sus padres lo entregaron en adopción a uno de sus sirvientes y a su mujer, con quienes viviría hasta los nueve años.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A swift read and intensely transfixing while trying to decipher Soseki’s dreams.
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Ten nights of dreams - Natsume Soseki
The first night
I had this dream.
My arms were crossed, as I sat beside the makuramoto¹ of a woman. She was lying on her back and spoke to me with a whispering voice: I will die soon.
Her long hair was spread on the pillow, framing the soft features of her oval face. Her white cheeks beamed in vibrant red, although her lips had a deep-red color. She didn't look like she's going to die. But nevertheless she insisted in a gentle and convinced voice that she will die. As for myself, I also felt that she is going to die.
Still in doubt I looked at her from above and I asked her very cautiously if she really will die. Her eyes were wide opened, as she replied: Yes, I will die for sure.
Her big eyes were full of tears. As her eyelids opened, I glanced into her black eyes. In her dark pupils appeared a reflected image of myself. Again I gazed into her sparkling black eyes and I wondered: is she really dying?
Cautiously I moved a little bit closer towards her makuramoto. I whispered and begged her to tell me that everything is alright and that she is not going to die. Her sleepy black eyes were still wide open, as anticipated, she answered me: I will die. There is nothing we can do about it.
Can you see my face?
, I questioned her insistently.
See your face? It's a reflecting image in my eyes, can't you see ?
, she replied with a smile on her face.
Immediately I stopped talking, as I moved away from the makuramoto.
I crossed my arms on my chest and I wondered if she's really going to die. After a while, she spoke to me again: After my death, I want you to bury me. To dig my grave, you should use a large oyster shell. Mark my grave. For that purpose, you should use the fragment of a star that has fallen from the sky. Then wait beside my grave for I will return to see you again.
I asked her: When will you return?
"The sun rises and it sets. The next day the sun will do the same again.
Like the red sun moves from the east to the west, will you wait for me?"
I nodded, but said nothing. The tone of her voice rose just a little bit. Clear and determined she insisted: "Wait for me for one hundred years!
Stay beside my grave for one hundred years and wait right there for me. Then I will surely return, to see you again."
I replied to her that I will wait. After that, my reflected image slowly vanished from her eyes and gradually got more and more blurred, until it disappeared completely.
It disappeared like shadows flee the ruffled sea. And then she closed her eyes abruptly. From one of her long eyelids a single tear ran down her cheek.
She was dead.
I went down to the garden. There I dug her grave with a large oyster shell. The oyster shell was big, smooth and had sharp edges. Every time I lifted the oyster shell to scoop the earth, the moonlight hit the rear side of the oyster shell, thereby the oyster shell sparkled. It smelled like dank earth.
Finally I finished digging the grave and put her dead body into the grave.
Very cautiously I sealed the grave with earth. Upon the rear