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They have passed a fortune-teller's booth and my mother wishes to go in, but my father does not. They begin to argue about it. My mother becomes stubborn, my father once more impatient. What my father would like to do now is walk off and leave my mother there, but he knows that that would never do. My mother refuses to budge. She is near tears, but she feels an uncontrollable desire to hear what the palm reader will say. My father consents angrily and they both go into the booth which is, in a way, like the photographer's, since it is draped in black cloth and its light is colored and shadowed. The place is too warm, and my father keeps saying that this is all nonsense, pointing to the crystal ball on the table. The fortune-teller, a short, fat woman garbed in robes supposedly exotic, comes into the room and greets them, speaking with an accent. But suddenly my father feels that the whole thing is intolerable; he tugs at my mother's arm but my mother refuses to budge. And then, in terrible anger, my father lets go of my mother's arm and strides out, leaving my mother stunned. She makes a movement as if to go after him, but the fortune-teller holds her and begs her not to do so, and I in my seat in the darkness am shocked and horrified.

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  • Nakay702
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彼らは、占い師のブースを通りかかる。すると、母は入りたがるが、父は望まない。彼らはそれについて口論を始める。母は強情を張り、父はまたまたイライラする。父が今したいことは、そこに母を残して立ち去ることだが、そういうことになりそうもないことを彼は承知している。母は、身動きを拒絶する。 彼女は泣きそうになるが、その手相見の言うことを聞いてみたいという抑え難い願望を感じるのだ。父は腹を立てながらも同意して、彼らは二人してブースに入る。それは、どこかしら写真家のブースに似ている。というのは、黒い布が架けられていて、光には色や影がつけられているからだ。その場所はバカ暖かい。それで、父はテーブルの上の水晶玉を指さしながら、こんなことは実にくだらない、などと言い続ける。 背の低い太った女で、異国風を想定するようにローブを纏った占い師が部屋に入って来て、訛りのある話し方で彼らに挨拶する。しかし、突然父は何もかも我慢ならないと感じて母の腕を引っ張るが、母はそれをはねつけて身じろぎもしない。そこで父は、えらく腹を立てて母の腕を放し、あっけにとられている母を残して、大またで立ち去る。母は身をこなして父を追いかけようとするが、占い師が彼女に取りすがってそうしないようにと懇願する。そして私は、暗がりの席で衝撃を受け、恐れおののいている。

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ふたりは占い師の小部屋を通りかかり、母は入りたがるが、父は嫌がる。ふたりはそのことで口論を始める。母は意固地になり、父は、また、イライラする。父が今したいのは、母をそこに残して立ち去ることだが、父にはそれでどうもならないことが分かっている。母は動くことを拒む。母は泣きだしそうになるが、占い師が何と言うかどうしても聞きたい気持ちになる。父は腹を立てながらも同意して、ふたりは小部屋に入る、この小部屋は、ある意味、写真家の小部屋に似ている、と言うのも、黒い布がかけられていて、光も色が付いていたり影を射していたりするからだ。そこは暖か過ぎる、それで、父はテーブルの上の水晶の玉を指さしながら、こんなことは全く馬鹿げていると言い続ける。占い師は背の低い太った女で、異国のものと思われるローブをまとっていたが、部屋に入って来て、訛りのある話し方で、二人に挨拶する。しかし、突然、父は全てが我慢ならないと感じる；父は母の腕を引っ張るが、母は動こうとしない。すると、恐ろしく腹を立てて、父は母の腕を放すと大股に立ち去る、そして、母は唖然とする。母は父を追いかける様な動きをするが、占い師が彼女をつかまえて、追いかけないようにと懇願する、そして、暗がりの席にいる私は衝撃を受け恐れおののく。

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