Dongju Page #2

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What's the point?

Dong Ju, are you here?

Dong Ju.

Uncle.

The reverend wants to

see Dong Ju right away.

The French Revolution

of liberty and equality

and the proletarian revolution in Russia...

both shocked the world.

Isn't that writing inappropriate

for a literary magazine?

What's the use of literature

if it can't change the world?

Is writing some sort of power?

- Ik Hwan, try writing a poem.

- Me?

Sure, anyone can write poetry.

"Bolshevism" by Yi Kwang Su.

This is an economic revolution

following the religious and

political revolutions.

Every revolution has its errors

but we should not miss the great current of

of the people of the world becoming one.

Song Mong Gyu?

Yes.

Even kids are infected by communism.

No wonder the school is

becoming a people's school.

Want to be a revolutionary?

Which school do you want to go to?

I plan to study agriculture

at Soongshil College in Pyongyang.

Why?

I was moved by "The Soil" by Yi Kwang Su.

I want to build the utopia

in farming areas like that.

Yi betrayed the Korean people.

His ideas change according to circumstances

so his ideals can't last long.

Song Mong Gyu.

What are the requisites

to establish a nation?

Territory...

Citizens...

and sovereignty.

Correct.

A nation must have sovereignty.

But we are people without sovereignty.

What's the use of singing about ideals

when we don't have sovereignty?

Worth giving some thought.

Tell me if there's a way, sir.

Class is over. Mong Gyu, stay behind.

Want me to tell you how to get sovereignty?

Yes, sir.

I'm asking if you have the will to act.

I wonder why the teacher

asked Mong Gyu to stay.

Don't know.

Do you know his story?

Tell me.

He's an elite, graduated from

Tokyo Imperial University.

There's a reason why he came

to teach at our school.

They say the New People's

Association sent him.

New People's Association?

They say Master Kim Koo selected

and sent him especially.

What did you talk about with the teacher?

Did you roll it with your chin?

Yun Dong Ju, you'll keep

writing poetry, right?

And Ik Hwan, you'll go

to theological college?

Why are you saying that?

Me, I'm going to China.

China?

Bakunin and Kropotkin!

Unite the people of the world!

Study hard until I come back. Understand?

Hail to Bakunin and Kropotkin!

WHITE SHADOWS:

At the street corner in the weighing dusk

when I open my ears which

have withered all day long,

to the sound of the

footsteps taking the dusk.

Was I wise enough to hear

the sound of the footsteps?

The sound of footsteps...

Whose footsteps do you mean?

You aren't meant to read poetry,

analyzing every word one by one.

Reading Jeong Ji Yong and Yi Kwang Su

weren't you dreaming of

a Bolshevik revolution?

Do you know who Song Mong Gyu met in China?

I don't know.

He met a Kim Koo faction and

received military training.

Of course, you'd say you

didn't know about this.

But factional disputes are

second nature to you Koreans.

So he was disappointed in

the provisional government

and ended up meeting

Lee Woong.

Do you know who he is?

He looks like he's working for the

independence movement, but...

in fact, he's just a mercenary.

He was selling off Kim Koo and

Chiang Kai Shek's secret plans

for a lot of money.

That's about when we put Song

Mong Gyu under surveillance.

I don't believe it!

What don't you believe?

That Lee Woong was a double agent?

Or that Song Mong Gyu killed him?

Mong Gyu...

could never kill anyone.

And I've never heard

anything like this before.

He just didn't tell you. That makes sense.

Dong Ju.

Dong Ju, are you sleeping?

It's me, open up.

Are you here from China?

Chiang Kai Shek is busy

fighting the communist army.

Stupid morons.

When the Japanese army

is tearing up Manchuria!

I thought you joined the Communist Party.

Don't you know what the

Communists have been up to?

They set fire to houses in our hometown.

Killed innocent schoolteachers

with bamboo spears.

Ideologies where you stab

your own people to death?

I want no part of it.

The Japanese will start

drafting Korean students, too.

What are you going to do?

Killing one or two Japanese

soldiers won't make a difference.

But graduating a military school...

You'd likely end up a human

shield in Chiang's army.

Mong Gyu, how about you go with me...

to Seoul?

What?

Even father would like it

if I went to Yonhi College.

North Gando is rife with

independence fighters.

You bastards were born and raised there.

No surprise you were

full of seditious ideas.

Are you...

interrogating me...

or fabricating a case?

Have you read his writings?

Sure.

Do you think someone who writes

like that could be an assassin?

Your poems are enough to make

us suspect your ideologies.

Lighting a lamp to drive

out the darkness a bit.

The last me awaits the morning

to come forth like an era.

You write such poetry so easily.

Your attitude towards the

world is clearly readable.

Am I wrong?

An old doctor does not know

the illness of the young.

He says nothing is wrong with me.

This unsupportable ordeal,

this unbearable fatigue.

I should not get angry.

Why do you insist on liberal arts

when studying is so expensive?

For that much money, you

should become a doctor.

That's enough now.

No point bringing it up again

when it's all been decided.

Buckwheat pancakes for when you get hungry.

- Hurry up!

- Coming!

Thank you. I'll eat it all myself.

Take care.

Dong Ju!

Put your Yonhi College hat on.

The whole village knows

even if I don't wear it.

Go ahead, he wants to see you wearing it.

Put it on quick!

Take care!

"The New Way"

Crossing the stream to the forest,

crossing a pass to the village.

This is my way

that I walked yesterday

and I will walk today.

My new way.

You bastard, did you

bring nothing but books?

What's wrong with books?

Our poet Yun will place first in class!

First at Yonhi.

Here.

You must be the new

students from North Gando.

- How do you do?

- Take it easy.

Don't be so formal. We're the same age.

My name is Kang Cheo Jung

from Wonsan, Hamgyung-do.

I'm in the next room.

- I'm Song Mong Gyu.

- Mong Gyu.

- My name's Yun Dong Ju.

- Dong Ju.

Are you sure we're the same age?

Do I look old? I turned 23 this year.

Look, Cheo Jung.

Let's make a magazine like this.

- A magazine?

- Yes.

A literary magazine.

Dong Ju.

Dong Ju.

Hey, Yun Dong Ju!

- What?

- Are you sleeping?

Read this.

It's written by a student

at Ehwa Women's College.

It's considerably good.

Isn't it?

Her name is Lee Yeo Jin from Okcheon.

Says she hasn't written

much prose before, but...

Ah, right. She's from the same town

as master Jeong Ji Yong and

she knows him quite well.

Master Jeong Ji Yong?

I wish I could meet him just once.

Hey, I wish I could meet

this girl just once.

But if she writes this well...

she's probably not so pretty.

What do looks have to do with the writing?

Hey, God is fair.

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