๐Ÿ… Why the Tiger Took Up Smoking

ํ˜ธ๋ž‘์ด๊ฐ€ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ํ”ผ์šฐ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊นŒ๋‹ญ์€

Once, beneath the snow-covered slopes of a winter mountain,
a small, shabby tavern opened its doors.

์˜›๋‚ , ๋ˆˆ ๋ฎ์ธ ๊ฒจ์šธ ์‚ฐ์ž๋ฝ ์•„๋ž˜ ์ž‘์€ ์ฃผ๋ง‰ ํ•˜๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.

Scholars bound for the state examination gathered inside,
warming their frozen hands and loosening their tongues.

๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋จผ ๊ธธ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š” ์„ ๋น„๋“ค์ด ๋ชธ์„ ๋…น์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ชจ์—ฌ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค.

Over bowls of rice wine, they bragged loudly.

๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋ง‰๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ ์‚ฌ๋ฐœ์„ ๊ธฐ์šธ์ด๋ฉฐ ๋– ๋“ค์–ด๋Œ”๋‹ค.

โ€œIf I take first place, Iโ€™ll buy a house in Hanyang without blinking an eye!โ€
โ€œWith my writing skills, Iโ€™m already a minister in spirit!โ€

โ€œ์ด๋ฒˆ์— ์žฅ์›๊ธ‰์ œ๋งŒ ํ•˜๋ฉด ํ•œ์–‘์— ์ง‘ ํ•œ ์ฑ„๋Š” ์šฐ์Šต์ง€.โ€
โ€œ๋‚ด ๊ธ€์†œ์”จ๋ฉด ์žฌ์ƒ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋”ฐ ๋†“์€ ๋‹น์ƒ์ด์ง€.โ€

They spoke at length, but heard no one but themselves.
Their bodies were in the tavern,
but their minds were already seated on a throne of titles.

๋ง์€ ๊ธธ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๋‚จ์˜ ๋ง์€ ๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค.
๋ˆˆ์€ ์ฃผ๋ง‰์— ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ฒผ์Šฌ ์œ„์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

Before sunrise, they began their climb into the mountains.
Icy paths, brittle branches, and the heavy hush of snow.

ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋œจ๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „, ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์„ค์‚ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๊ธธ์„ ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค.
๋ฏธ๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ, ๋ฐ”์Šค๋ฝ๋Œ€๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ญ‡๊ฐ€์ง€, ์ง™์€ ์–ด๋‘ ์ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ๋งž์•˜๋‹ค.

And thenโ€”
a tiger emerged from the forest.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„โ€”
ํ˜ธ๋ž‘์ด ํ•œ ๋งˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ˆฒ์—์„œ ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค.

Startled, the scholars threw themselves to the ground.

๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋•…์— ์—Ž๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค.

โ€œO great tiger! We are mere scholars on our way to take the state exam!โ€
โ€œPlease, accept this fine silk!โ€
โ€œTake our coinsโ€”just let us pass!โ€

โ€œํ˜ธ๋ž‘์ด๋‹˜, ์ €ํฌ๋Š” ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์„ ๋น„๋“ค์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.โ€
โ€œ์ด ๋น„๋‹จ๊ณผ ์—ฝ์ „, ๋ถ€๋”” ๋ฐ›์•„์ฃผ์‹ญ์‹œ์˜คโ€ฆโ€

But the tiger only stared.
Then, slowly, he pulled a flint from his pouch
and lit an old tobacco pipe.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜ธ๋ž‘์ด๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋‹ค๊ฐ€
์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ์—์„œ ๋ถ€์‹ฏ๋Œ์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด ๋‹ด๋ฑƒ๋Œ€์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์˜€๋‹ค.

Hooโ€”

ํ›„์šฐโ€”

White smoke drifted into the frozen air.
It slid through the cold,
between false smiles and greedy hands.

And the tiger said:

ํ•˜์–€ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํผ์กŒ๋‹ค.
์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์†์œผ๋กœ,
๊ฑฐ์ง“๋œ ๋ง๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

โ€œYou speak with smooth words and reach out with greedy hands.
It chokes me.
I need this smoke just to breathe.โ€

โ€œ๋ง์€ ๋ฒˆ๋“œ๋ฅด๋ฅดํ•˜๊ณ , ์†์—” ์š•์‹ฌ๋ฟ์ด๊ตฌ๋‚˜.
์ˆจ์ด ๋ง‰ํžŒ๋‹ค.
์ด๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋„ ํ”ผ์›Œ์•ผ ์‚ด ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๊ตฌ๋‚˜.โ€

Since that day, a bitter rumor has echoed through the mountain paths:

๊ทธ๋‚  ์ดํ›„, ์‚ฐ๊ธธ์„ ๋„˜๋˜ ์ด๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด์—” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง์ด ๋Œ์•˜๋‹ค.

โ€œThere was a reason the tiger took up smoking.โ€

โ€œํ˜ธ๋ž‘์ด๊ฐ€ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ํ”ผ์šฐ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๋ฐ๋Š”โ€ฆ

๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋งŒํ•œ ์ด์œ ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋”๋ผ.โ€

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