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Bora, Chung
Jakarta: Haru Media Sejahtera, 2022
895.7 BOR c
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Yun, Song-hui
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story I suggested we open a dumpling shop at the place once known as Q's Chinese restaurant. The menu would be mandu dumplings and jjolmyeon spicy noodles. Q would make the dumplings and W would make the noodles. "This girl and I can take the orders and serve the food," I said, tapping her lightly on the head. The high school girl said, "Thank you for counting me in," and started sobbing. "I'm crying because this is too hot. Don't take me wrong." She gulped down the noodles without chewing. I chipped in with the money I'd earned working at the travel agency, and W contributed her income from working part time at the bathhouse. We painted the walls and laid non-slip tiles on the floor. We found an expired lottery ticket at the bottom of the safe. The four of us gathered around and began to scratch it. First, we verified how much the prize money was. One hundred thousand won. The winning number was 5. W moved the coin slowly over the surface. The number 5 slowly revealed itself. "What a pity! If only it hadn't expired," the girl said over and over again. Q stuck the lottery ticket on the wall next to the cash register. "This will bring us good luck," he said."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 YUN b
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Yun, Young-so
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story After another short pause, Mr. Park replies, his voice serene, "I'll be back." Sister doesn't answer. Out of the blue, she turns over the bowl of coins next to the telephone on the counter and begins to count the few coins inside. When Mr. Park finally makes a movement towards the coffee shop door, Sister begins to laugh hysterically and calls out: "That's wonderful. Congratulations! You don't have to drop by here any more. I'm so grateful. I feel so relieved. Yun-hi! Let's have lunch. I'm hungry. Auntie, is my lunch ready yet?" I'm so nervous! Not because she's so rude. I don't expect anything less from her given her temper. But I am worried about Mr. Park. Being such a gentle person by nature, I am worried that he might simply say, "I won't go then" after what Sister said. Would it make any sense at all if he didn't visit his mother just because of her nasty temper? Only when I hear his footsteps going down on the stairs do I let out a sigh of relief."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 YUN s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Kim, Joo-yong
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story As I recounted my adventure to my father on his "
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 KIM r
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Seoul: Seoul National University Press, 1983
895.734.08 POS
Buku Teks SO Universitas Indonesia Library
Pyun, Hye-young
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story "Sometimes I think about my own death. I think I'd like to be cremated and have the ashes sealed inside a can. I don't like the idea of rotting in the soil underneath a burial mound, and I sure don't want to be stored in one of those marble urns at a crematorium. I've worked at a canning factory my whole life. My whole life I've handled cans. They're making cans with better materials now, and it's become easier to open the lids, which tells me that the world is becoming a better place to live. The changing designs of the can labels tell me that people's tastes are changing. Their actual taste for food also changes. I learn about that when new canned foods are developed or flavors are modified. In other words, I've learned about the world through this can." "If the world were like an empty can, we'd be in trouble.""
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 PYU t
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Kim, Yeon-su
"
Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. "Ahh, alone. But, so, what did she say was alone?" "Hye-jin's heart, is alone." I had no idea what the fellow was talking about_whether he was saying that my wife actually had one heart, or that she considered herself to be on her own. Then, as he put his beer can down, the fellow asked for a pen and paper and began to draw. The first thing to appear on the page was a forest. It wasn't the kind of pine forest we might be used to, but something more like a jungle_but at any rate, in this forest lay a baby, its eyes closed. "It was forest. I was baby. I was alone. I was sleeping." Then the fellow drew two eyes on the baby and began to draw tears on either side of the baby's face. Then the baby in the drawing began to cry"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 KIM m
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Jeon, Sang-guk
"
Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. I had given up hope on the baby, and it was only my mother-in-law's devotion that saved his life. I wondered if such a creature could even suckle, but he nursed at my breast with such an unbelievable energy that it sometimes frightened me. It occurred to me that he wasn't human and I pushed him away onto the floor. My whole body trembled and the well of hatred I'd kept pent up inside me for the sake of my child would surge like a fountain. I ground my teeth in rage day and night, dreaming of knifing them to death. I would catch their blood in my hands as it spilled out of their sticky black skin, and show it to my neighbors. The only thing that kept me alive then was my hatred and the desire for revenge that burned in my heart"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 JEO a
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Jeon, Sung-tae
"
Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Su-dong threw his bicycle away and pushed Miss Jeong's back towards the pear orchard. "Go to the family graveyard. Now," Su-dong ordered. "Who the hell did you see?" "If you don't want her to pull the hair out of your skull, get going. Quick! If you can't get to the graveyard, then lie low in the garlic field in front of it." Su-dong was stamping his feet impatiently. His wife's head was already visible above of the wall. She hadn't seen the two of them, she'd better have not, but only because she was lowering her head, avoiding eye contact with everyone passing by. "Hurry!" Su-dong hissed. Su-dong pushed Miss Jeong's waist hard in the direction of the graveyard. Only then did she leap into the pear orchard. Every time her heels dug deep into the earth, large divots of soil accompanied them out. It seemed her pants were falling down, because she was holding them up to her armpits by the elastic band. I should have offered her a necktie to wrap around her pants, Su-dong thought. She was quick-footed and slipped under the low branches as skillfully as a pheasant. Although she looked somewhat clumsy, she was certainly a veteran when it came to running away. Get going! Su-dong thought. That's right, that's the way to get into the bank! Su-dong rooted for her silently. He clenched his fists without even being aware of it."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 JEO s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Kim, Soon
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story Her eyes drew to the dark gray jacket hung on the wall. The draped jacket made her imagine that only the old man's exterior self had been left there, decent-enough on the surface, yet deprived of its soul. The effect seemed to be doubled by the black trousers hanging from under the jacket, as if the old man had put them together as a coordinate. He had even casually placed a beret over the collar of the jacket. She felt that if she lifted the beret, the old man's face would pop out_the face that looked like a crumbling bar of washing soap. Resisting the temptation to lift the beret, she moved on toward the desk.On the table was a copy of the Bible that the old man was transcribing and an open, widely ruled notebook one would expect to see grade schoolers using. Had he finished copying all of the biographies, all of the twenty-odd volumes? Probably, he was not transcribing the Bible out of any sort of religious faith. He was not Christian, nor did he have any other religion. She found it rather ridiculous and useless for a non-Christian to transcribe the Bible. Especially for a person with a hand that trembled terribly, a hand he couldn't even use to spoon his duck-bone broth properly."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 KIM a
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
