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Please, let me die.
How? They will make me drink the blood of the Kali.
Then I'll fall into the Black Sleep of the Kali Ma.
What is that? We become like them. | ๋ ์ฃฝ์ฌ์ค์
์ด๋ป๊ฒ? ์นผ๋ฆฌ์ ํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๊ฒ ๋๋ฉด
์นผ๋ฆฌ ๋ง์ ๊น์ ์ ์ ๋น ์ ธ์
๊น์ ์ ? ๊ทธ๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ๋ผ์ |
We'll be alive, but like a nightmare.
You drink blood, you not wake up from nightmare.
You were caught trying to steal the Sankara Stones.
There were five stones in the beginning.
Thieves like me, huh? Still missing two.
So that's what you've got these slaves digging for, huh? They're innocent children. | ์ด์ ์์ง๋ง ์
๋ชฝ์ ๋น ์ ธ์
ํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ฉด ์
๋ชฝ์์ ๋ชป ๊นจ์
๋๋ ์น์นด๋ผ์ ๋์ ํ์น๋ ค๋ค ์กํ๋ค
๋ค์ฏ ๊ฐ์ ๋์ ์ ์ ์ค์
๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ? ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ชป ์ฐพ์ ๋ชจ์์ด๋ก๊ตฐ
๊ทธ๋์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ก๊ตฐ ์์ด๋ค์ ๋
ธ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์ |
They dig for the gems to support our cause.
They also search for the last two stones.
Soon we will have all the five Sankara Stones, and the Thuggees will be all powerful. | ์ฑ๊ตด๋๋ ๋ณด์์ผ๋ก ์๊ธ๋ ๋ง๋ จํ๋ฉด์
๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋๋ ์ฐพ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง
๋ค์ฏ ๊ฐ์ ๋์ด ๋ค ๋ชจ์ด๋ฉด ์๋ฌด๋ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ง์ ์ ์๋ค |
What a vivid imagination.
You don't believe me?
You will, Dr. Jones.
You will become a true believer.
Dr. Jones! Don't drink, it's bad! Don't drink! | ๊ฟ ํ๋ฒ ์ผ๋ฌด์ง๊ตฐ
๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ธ ์ค ์๋?
๋ฏฟ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑธ, ์กด์ค ๋ฐ์ฌ
๋
์คํ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋ ํ
๋
๋ฐ์ฌ๋, ๋ง์๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ์ ๋๋น ์, ์ ๋ผ์! |
Spit it out!
You dare not do that.
Leave him alone, you bastards!
The British in India will be slaughtered. Then we will overrun the Muslims. | ๋ฑ์ด์
ํจ๋ถ๋ก ๋ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ๋ง
๊ทธ ์ ํํ
์๋์ง ๋ง
์๊ตญ๊ตฐ์ ๋ง์ด๋๊ณ ์ด์ฌ๋๊ต๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๋ค |
Then the Hebrew God will fall. And then the Christian God will be cast down and forgotten.
Soon, Kali Ma will rule the world.
Dr. Jones...
Kali Ma protects us. We are her children. | ์ ๋์ ์ ์ด ์ฃฝ๊ณ ์์๊น์ง ์ํ์ง๊ฒ ๋๋ฉด...
์นผ๋ฆฌ ๋ง๊ฐ ์ธ์์ ์ง๋ฐฐํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๋ฐ์ฌ๋...
์นผ๋ฆฌ ๋ง๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ์ํธ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ ์๋
๋ค์ด๋ค |
We pledge our devotion to her with an offering of flesh...
What are you doing?
...and blood.
Your friend has seen, and she has heard.
Now she will not talk. | ์์ํ ์ฌ๊น์ ๋งน์ธํ๋ฉฐ ์ธ๊ฐ์ ์ด๊ณผ...
์ด์ฉ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์์?
ํผ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์น๋ค
์ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ค์์ผ๋
์
์ ๋ง์์ผ ํ๋ค |
I'm not going to have anything nice to say about this place when I get back. Indy! For God sakes, help me! What's the matter with you?
Indiana... Indiana, help us. | ๋๊ฐ๋ฉด ์ ๋ง ํํธ์๋ ๊ณณ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๋ฌธ๋ด๊ฒ ์ด ์ธ๋, ์ ๋ฐ ๋์์ค์ ๋์ฒด ์ ๊ทธ๋์?
์ธ๋์๋ ์ ๋ฐ... ์ด๋ ค์ค์ |
Please, snap out of it.
You're not one of them. You're not one of them.
Please come back to us. Don't leave me.
What are you doing? Are you mad? | ์ ๋ฐ, ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์
๋น์ ์ ์ ๋ค๊ณผ ๋ฌ๋ผ์ ์ ๋ค๊ณผ๋ ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๊ตฌ์
์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์, ์ ๋ฐ ๋ ๊ตฌํด์ค์
๋์ฒด ์ ์ด๋์? ๋ฏธ์ณค์ด์? |
This can't be happening, this can't be happening. Wake up, Willie, wake up.
Wake up, Dr. Jones, wake up!
Dr. Jones!
Indy, I love you.
Wake up, Indy! Wake up! | ์ด๊ฑด ๊ฟ์ด์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ ๊นจ์ด๋๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ฉด ๋ผ
์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์, ๋ฐ์ฌ๋, ์ด์
๋ฐ์ฌ๋?
์ธ๋, ๋ฏธ์ํด์
์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์ ์ด์์ |
You're my best friend! Wake up, Indy!
Wait! Wait! He's mine!
I'm all right, kid.
Mola Ram!
Give me some slack!
Willie, Willie, wake up! | ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์น๊ตฌ์์์? ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์
์ ๊น, ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ฌ! ๋ด๊ฐ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ์ง
์ด์ ๊ด์ฐฎ์
๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋!
์๋๋ก ๋ด๋ ค
์๋ฆฌ, ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค์ |
Willie, Willie, it's me! I'm back!
Oh, Indy.
Indy, my friend. I'm sorry, kid.
Indy, now, let's get out of here.
Right. All of us.
No!
I've got to save him! He can take care of himself. | ์๋ฆฌ, ์์ ์ ๋๋ ๋ง์ด์ค
์ธ๋...
์ธ๋, ๋ฌด์์ ์ด์ ๋ฏธ์ํ๊ตฌ๋
์ด์ ์ฌ๊ธธ ๋๊ฐ์
๊ทธ๋, ๋ชจ๋ ํจ๊ป
์ ๋ผ!
๋์์ค์ผ ํด์ ์์์ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
I've got to save Indy!
Okay, save him.
Drop him down! I kill you! Drop him down!
What's the matter with him?
Here. Try this.
It was the Black Sleep of Kali. | ์ด๊ฑฐ ๋์
๊ทธ๋, ์ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค
๋ด๋ ค ๋ ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฒ ์ด, ๋ด๋ ค ๋
์ ์ ๋ฐ๋?
์, ์ด๊ฑธ ์จ์
๋ชจ๋ ์
๋ง์ ๊ฟ์ด์์ด |
Short Round! Quit fooling around with that kid! Get down in the cart, now!
Okeydokey, Indy! Please listen. To get out, you must take the left tunnel.
Thank you.
Shorty! Quit stalling!
Come on, Indy! | ์ผํฐ, ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์ ์ฅ๋ ๋ง๊ณ ์ด์ ๋ด๋ ค์, ์ด์!
์์์ด์ ๋ช
์ฌํด, ์ผ์ชฝ ํฐ๋๋ก ๋๊ฐ
๊ณ ๋ง์
์ผํฐ, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ
์์ ์จ๋์ |
Go! Go! Go!
Shorty, look out!
Hurry!
Hurry! Hurry up!
Indy, take the left tunnel! The left tunnel! No, Indy! You missed it! Left tunnel!
We got company! | ์ด์ ๊ฐ!
์ผํฐ, ์กฐ์ฌํด
๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์์!
์ด์, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ์!
์ผ์ชฝ ํฐ๋์ด์์, ์ผ์ชฝ ์ธ๋, ์ผ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ผ ๋ผ์!
๋
์๋ค์ด์ผ |
Stop. Let her go!
Let go of the brake. What?
What? Let her go. Our only chance is to outrun them.
Shorty? Huh? Come up here and take the brake. | ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋๋ฌ
๋ธ๋ ์ดํฌ ํ์ด ๋ค?
๋ฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ๋ฐ์ ์์ด
์ผํฐ, ์์ ๋ธ๋ ์ดํฌ ์ก์ |
Watch it on the curves, or we'll fly right off the track.
Okay.
What are you doing? Short cut.
Yes, Indy. Short, cut.
Watch it.
Indy, help! | ํ์ ์ ํ๊ฒ ์ปค๋ธ์์ ์กฐ์ฌํ๊ณ
์์์ด์
๋ญ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ์ง๋ฆ๊ธธ์ด์ผ
์ธ๋ ์ง๋ฆ๊ธธ์ด๋ผ๋๊น
์กฐ์ฌํด!
์ธ๋, ์ด๋ ค์ค์ |
Hang on! Indy! Pull him in. Let me go! Let me go!
Brakes. Brakes.
Big mistake. Big mistake, Indy. Figures.
We're going too fast! Too fast! We're going to crash! | ์ธ๋, ์ก์๋น๊ฒจ์, ์ด์์!
๋ธ๋ ์ดํฌ, ์๋ ์ค์ฌ๋ ๋ผ
ํฐ์ผ๋ฌ์ด์, ์ธ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์
๋๋ฌด ๋นจ๋ผ์, ์ด๋ ค์ค ์ด๋ฌ๋ค ์ถฉ๋ํ๊ฒ ์ด์ |
Water, water, water!
Look! Look there! Water! Fire! You're on fire!
Water, water! Look...
Water, water. Come on. Come on!
No! Head for the bridge. Go!
Come on, Willie. This way. | ๋ฌผ, ๋ฌผ, ๋ฌผ ์ด๋ ์์ด?
์ ๋ฐ, ์ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋์!
๋ฌผ, ๋ฌผ, ๋ฌผ!
๋ฌผ์ด๋ค, ๋ฌผ ์ด์ ํผํด
๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฐ, ์ด์
๊ฐ์, ์ด์ชฝ์ด์์ |
Oh, God!
Come on, let's go. Strong bridge. Come on, let's go. Strong bridge.
Look, strong wood. Come on!
Help! I'm falling down.
Help!
Not very funny. | ๋ง์์ฌ
๊ด์ฐฎ์์, ํผํผํด์ ๊ฐ์, ํผํผํ๋ค๊ตฌ์
๋ด์, ํผํผํ๋ค๋๊น์, ์ด์์
์ด๋ ค์ค์, ๋จ์ด์ง๊ฒ ์ด์
์ด๋ ค์ค์
์ด๊ฑด ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ด์ |
Welcome.
Let her go, Mola Ram. You are in a position unsuitable to give orders.
Watch your back!
You want the stones, let 'em go.
Let her go!
Drop them, Dr. Jones. They will be found. You won't. | ์ด์ ์๋ผ
์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋์ค๋ผ ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ช
๋ นํ ์ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์๋ ํ
๋ฐ?
๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ด์
์ ํ์ด์ฃผ๋ฉด ๋จ์ด๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๋ค
์ด์ ๋์ค
๋ง๋๋ก ํด, ์ฐพ์ผ๋ฉด ๋๋๊น ๋๋ ์์ฒด๋ก ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ
์ง |
Indy! Behind you!
Oh, shit.
Go on. Go.
Go on! Go on!
Shorty...
Hang on, lady. We going for a ride.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Is he nuts? | ์ธ๋ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ด์!
์ ์ฅ
์ด์ ๊ฐ, ์ด์
๊ณ์ ๊ฐ!
์ผํฐ...
๊ฝ ์ก์์, ๊ทธ๋ค ํ ๊ฑฐ๋์
์ค, ์ธ์์...
๋ง์์ฌ, ์ ๋ผ
์ ์ ์ ์ด๋ผ๋? |
He no nuts. He's crazy.
Mola Ram, prepare to meet Kali in hell.
What are you doing? You fool!
Indy, cover your heart! Cover your heart!
Oh, my God! | ์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ชป ํ์ฃ
๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋, ์ง์ฅ์์ ์นผ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ์ค๋น๋ ํด๋ผ
๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ด์ผ?
์ธ๋, ์ฌ์ฅ ์กฐ์ฌํด์, ์ฌ์ฅ์ด์!
์ ๋ฐ ์ด์งธ! |
Oh, my God.
Look out! No!
No!
Come on. Let's go!
The stones are mine!
You've betrayed Siva.
You betrayed Siva.
You betrayed Siva! | ์ ๋ฐ...
์กฐ์ฌํด์ ์ ๋ผ!
์ ๋ผ!
์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์
๋์ ๋ด ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๋ ์๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ญํ๋ค
๋ ์๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ญํ๋ค
๋ ์๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ญํ๋ค! |
Well, it's about time.
Hold your fire.
We know you are coming back when life return to our village.
Now you can see the magic of the rock you bring back. | ์ด์ ํผ๋ด์ค์
์ฌ๊ฒฉ ์ค์ง!
์ค๋ ์ค ์๊ณ ์์์ ๋ง์์ ์๋ช
์ด ๋์์์
๋น์ ์ด ์ฐพ์์จ ๋์ ์ ๋น๋ฅผ ์๊ฒ ์ง์? |
Yes, I understand its power now.
You could've kept it. Ah! What for? They'd just put it in a museum. It'd be another rock collecting dust. But then it would've given you your fortune and glory. | ๋ค, ๊ทธ ํ์ ์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค
๊ฐ์ง์ง ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด์? ๋ฐ๋ฌผ๊ด์ ์ง์ด๋ผ์ ๋จผ์ง๋ ๋ค์ง์ด ์ธ ํ
๋ฐ? ๋ถ๊ท ์ํ๋ฅผ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค์? |
Anything could happen. It's a long way to Delhi.
No, thanks. No more adventures with you, Dr. Jones.
Sweetheart, after all the fun we've had together? | ๋ธ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ค์ ์๊ธธ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ง
์ฒ๋ง์์ ๋ชจํ์ ์ด์ ์ ํด์, ๋ฐ์ฌ๋
ํ์ง๋ง ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์์์? |
If you think I'm going to Delhi with you, or anyplace else after all the trouble you've gotten me into, think again, buster! I'm going home to Missouri where they never feed you snakes, before ripping your heart out and lowering you into hot pits! | ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๊ตฌ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ณ ์ํ๋๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋์? ๋์ด์! ๋ฑ์ ๋จน๊ฑฐ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๋ฝ์๋ด์ง๋ ์๋ ๋ด ์ข์ ๊ณ ํฅ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์ด์ |
This is not my idea of a swell time! Excuse me, sir. I need a guide to Delhi. If you could...
Very funny.
Well.
I didn't think the Mingotts would have tried it on.
Parading her at the opera like that.
Sitting her next to May Welland. It's all very odd. | ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ด๋ ์ฌ๋ฏธ ๋ง์ด ๋ด์ ์ค๋ก์ง๋ง ๋ธ๋ฆฌ๊น์ง ์๋ด...
์ฌ๋ฏธ์๋ค
์ด๊ฒ ์ฐธ
๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ์ผ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ณด๋ฌ ์ฌ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋๋ฐ
์ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ์คํ๋ผ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ด๋๋ค๋
๋ฉ์ด ์ฐ๋๋ ์์ ์์๋ค์ ์ ๋ง ๋ณ์ผ์ด๋ค์ |
Well, she's had such an odd life.
Will they bring her to the Beauforts' ball, do you suppose?
If they do, the talk will be of little else.
Good evening, Mrs. Welland. Good evening, May.
Newland. You know my niece, Countess Olenska. | ์ ์ฌ์ ์ธ์๋ ๋ณ๋๊ธด ๋ง์ฐฌ๊ฐ์ง์ง
๋ณดํฌํธ ์จ๋ค ๋ฌด๋ํ์๋ ๋ด๋ณด๋ผ๊น์?
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ ํ์ ๊ฐ ๋๊ฒ ์ง
์ฐ๋๋ ๋ถ์ธ, ์๋
ํ์
จ์ด์? ์๋
, ๋ฉ์ด
๋ด๋๋, ๋ด ์กฐ์นด ์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ ์์ง? |
Countess.
I hope you've told Madame Olenska.
What?
That we're engaged.
I want everybody to know.
Let me announce it this evening at the ball. | ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ
์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ถ์ธ๊ป ๋ง์๋๋ ธ๊ฒ ์ง
๋ฌด์จ ์๊ธฐ์?
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฝํผํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ
์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๋ค ์๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ด
์ค๋ ์ ๋
๋ฌด๋ํ์์ ๋ฐํํ๊ฒ ์ด |
If you can persuade Mama.
Why should we change what is already settled?
But you can tell my cousin yourself. She remembers you.
I remember we played together. | ์ด๋จธ๋๋ง ์ข๋ค๊ณ ํ์๋ฉด์
์ด๋ฏธ ๊ฒฐ์ ๋ ์ผ์ ๊ตณ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฟ ํ์ ์์์์?
์ฌ์ด ์ธ๋์๊ฒ๋ ์ง์ ์๊ธฐํ์ธ์ ๋น์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๋๊น
๊ฐ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋์ |
How this brings it all back to me.
You were horrid. You kissed me once behind a door.
But it was your cousin Vandy, who never looked at me, I was in love with. | ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์ค๋๊น ๋ค ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋๋ค์
๋น์ ์ ์ง๊ถ์์ด์ ๋ฌธ ๋ค์ ์จ์ด์ ๋ํํ
ํค์ค๋ ํ์ฃ
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ ์ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ข์ํ๋ ๋น์ ์ฌ์ด ๋ฐด๋๋ ๋ํํ
๋๊ธธ๋ ์ ์ฃผ์์ฃ |
You have been away a very long time. Centuries and centuries.
So long, I'm sure I'm dead and this dear place is heaven.
It invariably happened, as everything did in those days... ...in the same way. | ๋ง์์, ๋น์ ๋ ๋ ์ง๋ ํ์ฐธ ๋๋ค์ ๋ช ๋ฐฑ ๋
์ ๋์ฃ
๋๋ฌด ์ค๋๋ผ์ ์ฃฝ์ด์ ์ฒ๊ตญ์ ์จ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค์
์ธ์ ๋ ์๋ ์ผ์ด์๋ค ๊ทธ ์์ ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ด์๋ค |
As usual... ...Mrs. Julius Beaufort appeared, unaccompanied by her husband...
...just before "The Jewel Song."
And, again as usual, rose at the end of the third act... ...and disappeared. | ์ค๋ฆฌ์ด์ค ๋ณดํฌํธ ๋ถ์ธ์ด ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋จํธ ์์ด ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค
'๋ณด์์ ๋
ธ๋'๊ฐ ์์๋๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ด์๋ค
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์ด ์ 3๋ง์ด ๋๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ค |
New York then knew that a half-hour later...
...the Beauforts' annual opera ball would begin.
Carriages waited at the curb for the entire performance. | ์ด์ ๋ณดํฌํธ ๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ก ์คํ๋ผ ๋ฌด๋ํ๊ฐ
30๋ถ ํ์ ์์๋๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ด์ ์ ์ฒด๊ฐ ์๊ฒ ๋์๋ค
๊ณต์ฐ ๋ด๋ด ๋ง์ฐจ๊ฐ ๋ฌธ ์์ ๋๊ธฐํ๊ณ ์์๋ค |
It was widely known in New York but never acknowledged...
...that Americans want to get away from amusement...
...even more quickly than they want to get to it. | ์๋ฌด๋ ์ธ์ ํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ธ๋ค์ด ์ค๋ฝ์
์ ๋๋ก ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๋๋ง์น๋ ค ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์
๋ด์์์ ๋๋ฆฌ ์๋ ค์ง ์ฌ์ค์ด์๋ค |
The Beauforts' house was one of the few in New York that possessed a ballroom.
Such a room, shuttered in darkness 364 days of the year...
...was felt to compensate for whatever was regrettable in the Beaufort past. | ๋ณดํฌํธ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ด์์์๋ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌผ๊ฒ ๋ฌด๋ํ์ฅ์ ๊ฐ์ถ๊ณ ์์๋ค
๋ฌด๋ํ์ฅ์ 1๋
364์ผ ๋์ ์ด๋ ์์ ๋ซํ ์์๋๋ฐ
๋ง์น ๋ณดํฌํธ ๊ฐ๊ฐ ํํํ๋ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ์ง์ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค |
Regina Beaufort came from an old South Carolina family.
But her husband, Julius, who passed for an Englishman...
...was known to have dissipated habits, a bitter tongue... ...and mysterious antecedents. | ๋ ์ง๋ ๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ์ฌ์ฐ์ค์บ๋กค๋ผ์ด๋์ ์ ์ ๊น์ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ถ์ ์ด์์ง๋ง
๋จํธ์ธ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ด์ค๋ ์๊ตญ์ธ์ผ๋ก ํตํ๊ณ
๋ฐฉํํ ์ต์ฑ๊ณผ ๋
์ค ์์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ถ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ ๋ช
ํ๋ค |
His marriage assured him a social position...
...but not necessarily respect.
Newland Archer had not stopped at his club, as young men usually did...
...but came directly to the Beauforts'. | ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒฐํผ ๋๋ถ์ ์ฌํ์ ์ง์๋ ํ๋ณดํ์ง๋ง
์กด๊ฒฝ๋ฐ๋ ์ธ๋ฌผ์ ์๋์๋ค
๋ด๋๋ ์์ฒ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ ์์ด๋ค๊ณผ๋ ๋ฌ๋ฆฌ ์๊ธฐ ํด๋ฝ์ ๋ค๋ฅด์ง ์๊ณ
๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๋ณดํฌํธ ๊ฐ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค |
He wanted the announcement of his engagement...
...to divert gossip away from the countess...
...and show his most ardent support for May and her whole family. | ์์ ์ ์ฝํผ ์์์ ๋ฐํํด์
๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ์
๋ฐฉ์์์ ๊ตฌํด์ฃผ๊ณ
๋ฉ์ด์ ๋ฉ์ด์ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ์ด๋ ฌํ ์ง์งํด์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค |
The Beaufort house had been boldly planned.
Instead of squeezing through a passage to get to the ballroom... ...one marched solemnly down a vista of enfiladed drawing rooms. | ๋ณดํฌํธ ๊ฐ์ ์ ํ์ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ๋๋ดํ๊ฒ ์ค๊ณํ ๊ณณ์ด์๋ค
์ข์ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ์ง๋์ ๋ฌด๋ํ์ฅ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ด ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์๋ ์์ ์ค ํ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๋น๋นํ ์ง๋๋๋ก ๋์ด ์์๋ค |
But only by passing through the crimson drawing room...
...could one see The Return of Spring...
...the much-discussed nude by Bouguereau...
...which Beaufort had had the audacity to hang in plain sight. | ๋ถ๊ทธ๋ก์ ๋๋ํ์ธ '๋ด์ ๋๋'๋
ํฌ๋ฆผ์จ ์์ ์ค์ ์ง๋ ๋๋ง ๋ณผ ์ ์์๋๋ฐ
๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ๋
ผ๋ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์
๋๋๊ณ ๊ฑธ์ด๋ ๋งํ ๋ฐฐ์งฑ์ด ์์๋ค |
-Good evening, Gerald. -Good evening, Mr. Archer.
Archer enjoyed such challenges to convention.
He questioned conformity in private...
...but in public he upheld family and tradition. | - ์๋
ํ์ธ์? - ์๋
ํ์ธ์, ์์ฒ ์จ
์์ฒ๋ ๊ด์ต์ ๋ํ ์ด๋ฐ ๋์ ์ ์ข์ํ๋ค
์์ผ๋ก๋ ๊ด์ต์ ์ด์๋ฅผ ์ ๊ธฐํ์ง๋ง
์ฌ๋๋ค ์์์๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ๊ณผ ์ ํต์ ์นํธํ๋ค |
This was a world balanced so precariously...
...that its harmony could be shattered by a whisper.
On the whole, Archer was amused by the smooth hypocrisies of his peers. | ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋๋ฌด ์ํ๋ก์์
์์ ์์ญ์๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ํํฉ์ด ์ฐ์ฐ์กฐ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค
์์ฒ๋ ๋์ฒด๋ก ๋๋
๋ฐฐ๋ค์ ๋ฒ์ง๋ฅด๋ฅดํ ์์ ์ ์ฆ๊ฒผ๋ค |
He may even have envied them.
Lawrence Lefferts, for instance... ...was New York's foremost authority on form.
And his opinion on pumps versus patent-leather oxfords...
...had never been disputed. | ์ฌ์ค ๋ถ๋ฌ์ ์์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค
์ผ๋ก๋ก, ๋ก๋ ์ค ๋ ํผํธ๋ ๋ด์ ์ต๊ณ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ผ๋ก ์ธ์ ๋ฐ์๋๋ฐ
์ฌ์ฑ ๊ตฌ๋์ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ ์ฅ์คํผ๋ ํ์ ๋ํด ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ด๋ฉด
์๋ฌด๋ ์๊ฐ์๋ถํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค |
On matters of surreptitious romance...
...his skills went unquestioned.
Old Mr. Sillerton Jackson was as great an authority on family...
...as Lawrence Lefferts was on form. | ์๋ฐํ ๋ก๋งจ์ค ๋ฐฉ๋ฉด์์๋
๊ทธ๋ ๋น์ํ ์ฌ์ฃผ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๋ค
๋ก๋ ์ค๊ฐ ์ทจํฅ์ ์ ๋ฌธ๊ฐ์๋ค๋ฉด ์ค๋ฌํผ ์ญ์จ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ฌ ๋ฐฉ๋ฉด์์
๋๋จํ ์ ๋ฌธ๊ฐ์๋ค |
The mean and melancholy history of Countess Olenska's European marriage...
...was a buried treasure he hastened to excavate.
He carried, like a calling card...
...that had smoldered under the unruffled surface of society... ...for the last 50 years. | ์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ๊ณ ์ฝํ๊ณ ๊ตฌ์ฌํ ์ ๋ฝ์์์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ฌ๋
๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๊ตดํ์ง ๋ชปํด ์๋ฌ์ด ๋ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ด์๋ค
๊ทธ๋ ์ค์บ๋ค๊ณผ ์ํน์ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋กํ ์์ฒฉ์
๊ฒ์ผ๋ก๋ ๊ณ ์ํด ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ธ๊ณ์์ ์ง๋ 50๋
๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ณช๊ณ ์์๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ค์ด์๋ค |
Now, Julius Beaufort's secret was the way he carried things off.
He could arrive casually at his party as if he were another guest...
...and might also leave early... ...for a more modest but comforting address in the East 30s. | ์ค๋ฆฌ์ด์ค ๋ณดํฌํธ์ ๋น๋ฐ์ ์ผ์ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ๋ ๋ฐฉ์์ ์์๋ค
์๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฐ ํํฐ์ ์๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฅ์ฒญ๋ง๊ฒ ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค๊ฐ
์ผ์ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ ์ด์คํธ 30๋ฒ๊ฐ์ ์ข ๋ ์์ํ๊ณ ํธ์ํ ๊ณณ์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๋ค |
Beaufort was intrepid in his business...
...but in his personal affairs, absolutely audacious.
Archer's fiancรฉe was innocent of all these intrigues and of much else. | ๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ๋๋ ค์์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ์ฌ์
๊ฐ์์ง๋ง
์ฌ์ํ์ ๋์กํ๊ธฐ ๊ทธ์ง์์๋ค
์์ฒ์ ์ฝํผ๋
๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์๋ฐํ ์ผ๊ณผ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉ์๋ค |
May Welland represented for Archer all that was best in their world...
...all that he honored. And she anchored him to it.
You see, I've told my all friends, just as you've asked. | ๋ฉ์ด ์ฐ๋๋๋ ์์ฒ์๊ฒ ์ด ์ธ๊ณ ์ต์์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์๋ฏธํ๋ค
๊ทธ๋
๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ฒฝ์๋ฅผ ํํ๋ ์ธ๊ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ค์ด ์ฃผ๋ ์กด์ฌ์๋ค
๋น์ ์ด ๋ถํํ ๋๋ก ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋ชจ๋ ์๊ธฐํ์ด์ |
Yes, I couldn't wait. I wish it hadn't had to be at a ball. But even here we're alone together.
The worst of it is that I want to kiss you and I can't. | ๊ทธ๋, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ด ๋ฌด๋ํ์ฅ์ด ์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ์ข์์ ํ
๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋๋ ์ง๊ธ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ง ์์์์
๊ฐ์ฅ ์ฐธ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฑด ํค์คํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ฐ ๋ชป ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Newland.
Did you tell Ellen as I asked you to?
No. I didn't have a chance after all.
She's my cousin, Newland. If others know before she does.... | ๋ด๋๋
๋ด๊ฐ ๋งํ ๋๋ก ์๋ ํํ
์๊ธฐํ์ด์?
์์ง ๊ทธ๋ด ๊ธฐํ๊ฐ ์์์ด
๋ด๋๋, ์๋ ์ ์ ์ฌ์ด ์ธ๋์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๋ณด๋ค ๋ฆ๊ฒ ์๋ฉด ์ข ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ |
It's just that she's been away for so long. She's rather sensitive.
Of course I'll tell her. But I didn't see her yet.
She decided not to come at the last minute. | ํ์ง์ ์ค๋ ๋๊ฐ ์์ด์์ธ์ง ์กฐ๊ธ ์๋ฏผํ ํธ์ด์์
๋น์ฐํ ์๊ธฐํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ, ์์ง ๋ชป ๋ง๋ฌ์ด
์ถ๋ฐ ์ง์ ์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ ์ค๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ํ์ด์ |
At the last minute?
She was afraid her dress wasn't smart enough.
We all thought it was so lovely, but she asked my aunt to take her home.
Oh, well.
Very handsome. Very liberal.
In my time, a cameo set in pearls was thought to be sufficient.
But it's the hand that sets off the ring, isn't it, my dear Mr. Archer? | ์ถ๋ฐ ์ง์ ์?
๋๋ ์ค๊ฐ ์ฉ ์์์ง ์๋ค๊ณ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ์ด์
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ณด๊ธฐ์ ์ฐธ ์๋ปค๋๋ฐ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ผ๊ณ ์
๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ตฐ
์์ฃผ ๊ทผ์ฌํด, ๋ชจ์๋ ๋๋ดํ๊ณ
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ ์ง์ฃผ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ธด ์นด๋ฉ์ค๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ์ถฉ๋ถํ๋๋ฐ
์ด ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋๋ณด์ด๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ด๊ตฐ ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ๊ฐ, ์์ฒ? |
It's the new the setting. It shows the stone beautifully.
But it looks a little bare to old-fashioned eyes.
I hope you don't mean mine, my dear. I like all the novelties.
My hands were modeled in Paris by the great Rochet. He should do May's. | ์ธํ
์ ์๋ก ํ ๊ฑฐ์์ ๋ณด์์ด ์๋ฆ๋ค์ ๋ณด์ด์ฃ
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ตฌ์ ์ทจํฅ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ์ข ํ์ ํด ๋ณด์ด๊ฒ ์ด์
๋๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ์๋๊ฒ ์ง ๋๋ ์๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฑธ ํญ์ ์ข์ํ๋๊น
ํ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ก์
ฐ๊ฐ ๋ด ์์ ๋ณธ ๋ ์ ์ํ์ ๋ง๋ค์๋๋ฐ ๋ฉ์ด์ ์๋ ์ํ ๊ฐ์ด์ผ |
Show me, child.
Her hand is so tempered.
These modern sports that spread the joints.
But the skin is white.
And when's the wedding to be?
As soon as ever it can, if only you'll back me up, Mrs. Mingott. | ์ ์ข ๋ณด์, ์์ผ
์์ด ์ฐธ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ตฌ๋
์์ฆ ์ด๋์ ์๋ง๋๋ฅผ ๋๋๋ผ์ง๊ฒ ํ๋๋ฐ
ํผ๋ถ๋ ํ์๋ค
๊ฒฐํผ ๋ ์ง๋ ์ก์๋?
ํ ๋จธ๋๊ป์ ๋์์ฃผ์๋ฉด ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ํ ๋นจ๋ฆฌํ์ผ๋ฉด ํฉ๋๋ค |
We must give them time to know each other a little better, Mama.
Know each other?
Everybody in New York has always known everybody.
Don't wait till the bubble's off the wine. Marry them before Lent.
I may catch pneumonia any winter now, and I want to give the wedding breakfast. | ์๋ง, ์๋ก ์์๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ข ๋ ์ค์ผ์ฃ
์๋ก ์ ์์๊ฐ?
๋ด์์์๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋ค ์๋ก ์๊ณ ์ง๋ด์๋?
์ ๋ฟ๋ ๋จ๊น์ ๋นผ๋ฌ๋ค๊ณ ์ฌ์์ ์ ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์ฌ๋ ค
๋ด๊ฐ ์ธ์ ์ฃฝ์์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ํผ๋ก์ฐ์ ๋ด๊ฐ ํด์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค |
Even if she had not been May's grandmother...
...Mrs. Manson Mingott would have been the first to receive...
...the required betrothal visit.
She was not only the matriarch of this world... | ์ค๋ น ๋ฉ์ด์ ํ ๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ ํด๋
์ฝํผ ํ ๊ฐ์ฅ ๋จผ์ ์ฐพ์๋ต ๋งํ ๋ถ์
๋งจ์จ ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์๋ค
๋ถ์ธ์ ์ด ์ธ๊ณ์์ ์ฌ์ฑ ๋ฆฌ๋์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋์ด |
...she was nearly its dowager empress.
Much of New York was already related to her...
...and she knew the remainder by marriage or by reputation. | ํฉํํ๋ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค
๋ด์์ ๋ง์ ์ง์๊ณผ ์ด๋ฏธ ํ์ฐ ๊ด๊ณ์๊ณ
๋๋จธ์ง ์ง์๋ค๊ณผ๋ ํผ์ธ์ด๋ ํํ์ ํตํด ์ธ๋งฅ์ ์์๋ค |
Though brownstone was the norm...
...she lived magisterially within a large house...
...of controversial pale, cream-colored stone...
...in an inaccessible wilderness near the Central Park. | ๋น์ ์ฃผํ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์์ด์์ง๋ง
๋ถ์ธ์ ์ผํธ๋ดํํฌ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ ๋ฌด์ฑํ ํ์ฒ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ์
๋
ผ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ฐํ ํฌ๋ฆผ์ ์์กฐ๋ก ์ง์
์ ํ์ ์ง์ด ์์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์๋ค |
The burden of her flesh had long since made it impossible...
...for her to up and down stairs.
So with characteristic independence...
From her sitting room, there was an unexpected vista of her bedroom. | ๋ชธ์ด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ค๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ
๊ณ๋จ์ ์ค๋ฅด๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๊ธฐ์
๋ถ์ธ์ ํน์ ์ ๋
๋ฆฝ์ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์ผ๋ก
์ ํ์ ์์ ์ค์์๋ ๋ถ์ธ์ด ์๋ ๋ฐฉ์ด ํคํ ๋ณด์๋ค |
Her visitors were startled and fascinated by the foreignness of this arrangement...
...which recalled scenes in French fiction.
This was how women with lovers lived in the wicked old societies. | ์๋๋ค์ ํ๋์ค ์์ค์ ๋์ค๋ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ์ฐ์์ํค๋ ์ด๋ฐ ๋
ํนํ ๋ฐฐ์น์
๋๋ผ๊ณ ๋งคํน๋์๋ค
์ด๊ฒ์ ์ฌ์
ํ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ ์ฌํ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋๋ฆฐ ์ฌ์๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐฉ์์ด์๋ค |
But if Mrs. Mingott had wanted a lover...
...the intrepid woman would have had him too.
For now, she was content simply... ...for life and passion to flow northward to her door...
...and to anticipate eagerly the union of Newland Archer...
...with her granddaughter, May. | ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๋ถ์ธ์ด ์ ๋ถ๋ฅผ ์ํ๋ค๋ฉด
์ด ์ฉ๊ฐํ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ๋ง์ค์ด์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ง๊ธ์ ์๊ธฐ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ์๊ธฐ์ ์ด์ ์ ๋ง์กฑํ๋ฉฐ
์๋
๋ฉ์ด๊ฐ ๋ด๋๋ ์์ฒ์ ๊ฒฐํผํ ๋ ์
์๊ผฝ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค |
In them, two of New York's best families...
...would finally and momentously be joined.
-Goodbye, Mama. -Goodbye.
Beaufort, this is a rare favor. | ๋์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋ด์ ์ต๊ณ ๋ช
๋ฌธ๊ฐ ๋์
๊ถ๊ทน์ ์ด๊ณ ์ค๋ํ ๊ฒฐํฉ์ ์๋ฏธํ๋ค
- ์๋ง, ๊ฐ๊ฒ์ - ์ ๊ฐ๋ ด
๋ณดํฌํธ, ์ด๊ฒ ์ผ๋ง ๋ง์ด์ผ? |
Unnecessarily rare, I'd say.
I met Countess Ellen in Madison Square, and she let me walk home with her.
This house will be merrier now that she's here. | ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ ๋ง์
๋๋ค
๋งค๋์จ ์คํ์ด์์ ์๋ ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ๋ง๋ฌ๊ฑฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฒ ์ง๊น์ง ๋ชจ์๊ณ ์ฌ ์๊ด์ ์ฃผ์
จ์ฃ
์๋ ์ด ์ค๋๊น ์จ ์ง์์ด ๋ฐ์์ง๋ค |
-Thank you. -Beaufort, pull up that tuffet.
This one? I want a good gossip.
You already know about May and me.
She scolded me for not telling you at the opera. | - ๊ณ ๋ง์์ - ๋ณดํฌํธ, ์ ์์๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ ธ์ ์๊ฒ
์ด๊ฑฐ์? ์ฌ๋ฏธ์๋ ์๊ธฐ ์ข ํด ๋ด
๋ฉ์ด์ ์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ๋ฒ์จ ๋ค์ผ์
จ์ฃ ?
์คํ๋ผ์์ ๋น์ ํํ
๋ง ์ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํผ๋ฌ์ด์ |
Of course I know, and I'm so glad.
One doesn't tell such news first in a crowd.
Careful there. Don't catch your ring on your sleeve.
-Goodbye, Ellen. -Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodbye. | ๋ฌผ๋ก ๋ค์์ฃ , ์ ๋์ด์
์ฌ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ์์ ๊บผ๋ผ ์์์ ์๋์ฃ
์ฌ๊ธฐ ์กฐ์ฌํด ์๋งค๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ง์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆด ์ ์์ด
- ์ ์์ด์, ์๋ - ์ ๊ฐ
์ ๊ฐ์ |
Come and see me someday.
It's a mistake for Ellen to be parading up 5th Avenue with Julius Beaufort...
...at the crowded hour... ...the very day after her arrival.
His behavior is always so flagrant. Even his wife must know about Annie Ring. | ์ธ์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ณด๋ฌ ์์
์๋ ์ด ๋จ๋ค ๋์ ๋ค ๋๊ฒ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ด์ค ๋ณดํฌํธ์ 5๋ฒ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ค๋ ๊ฑด ์ค์์ผ
๋ถ๋น๋ ์๊ฐ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ฐฉํ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ค์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ค๋
๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ๋ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋
ธ๊ณจ์ ์ด๋ผ๋๊น ๋ฐ๋ ํผ์ฐ๋ ์๋์ธ ์ ๋ ๋ง์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ถ์ธ๋ ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Sillerton Jackson enjoyed his frequent visits to the Archer home... ...more than the actual dining.
Newland Archer's mother... ...and his sister Janey were both shy women and shrank from society. But they liked to be well-informed and doted on their bachelor friend. | ์ค๋ฌํผ ์ญ์จ์ ์์ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์ฌ ์์ฒด๋ณด๋ค ์ฆ๊ฒผ๋ค
๋ด๋๋ ์์ฒ์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ฌ๋์ ์ ์ด๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ด์ฑ์ ์ด๋ผ ์ฌ๊ต์ ์ด์ง๋ ์์์ง๋ง ์ฌ๊ต๊ณ ์์ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ๋ ์ข์ํ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ ์ด๊ฐ ์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ํน ๋น ์ ธ์์๋ค |
Certain nuances escape Beaufort.
Oh, necessarily. Beaufort is a vulgar man.
Nevertheless, no business nuances escape him.
Most of New York trusts him with its affairs. | ๋ณดํฌํธ๊ฐ ๋์น๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์์ด์
๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์ฃ ๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ์ ์ํ ์ฌ๋์ด๋๊น
ํ์ง๋ง ๋น์ฆ๋์ค์์๋ ํ๋ฆผ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด์ฃ
๋ด์์์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ๊ฑฐ๋ํ๋ ค๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ง์์ |
At least he's had the advantage of association with gentlemen.
The Archers and the Mingotts were two of the sturdiest branches...
...of New York's tangled family tree. | ๋ณดํฌํธ๋ ์ ์ด๋ ์ ์ฌ๋ค๊ณผ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฐ๋ค๋ ์ด๋์ ๋ดค์ง
์์ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ด์์ ์ฝํ๊ณ ์คํจ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ค์์
๊ฐ์ฅ ํผํผํ ์๋ ๊ธฐ๋ฅ์ด์๋ค |
Granny Mingott's family could embrace May's traditionalism...
...and tolerate Ellen's unconventionality.
But Archer's family held fast to the old ways. | ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ฉ์ด์ ์ ํต์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๊ปด์๊ณ
์๋ ์ ์์ ๋ก์๋ ์ฉ๋ฉํ ์ ์์๋ค
ํ์ง๋ง ์์ฒ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ๊ตฌ์ต์ ์์ข
์ผ๊ด ๊ณ ์ํ๋ค |
His mother and sister relied on him for every security.
He would always be, Mrs. Archer assured May's mother:
"Their strong right hand."
And our new cousin, was she at the ball too? | ์์ฒ์ ๋ชจ์น๊ณผ ๋์ด์๊ฒ ์์ฒ๋ ๋ ๋ ํ ์ธ์ ์์ฒด์๋ค
์์ฒ ๋ถ์ธ์ ๋ฉ์ด์ ๋ชจ์น์๊ฒ ์์ฒ๊ฐ ์ธ์ ๋
'๋ ๋ ํ ์ค๋ฅธํ'์ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์ฅ๋ดํ๋ค
์ฐธ, ์๋ก ์จ ์ฌ์ด๋ ๋ฌด๋ํ์ ์๋์? |
I appreciate the Mingotts' wanting to support her, to have her at the opera.
I admire their esprit de corps.
But why my son's engagement...
...should be mixed up with this woman's comings and goings, I don't see. | ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ ์ ์คํ๋ผ์๋ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์ง์งํด์ฃผ๋ ๊ฑด ๊ณ ๋ง๊ณ
๊ทธ ์ฌ๋๋ค ๋จ๊ฒฐ์ฌ์ ์กด๊ฒฝํ ๋งํ์ฃ
ํ์ง๋ง ์ ํํ ๋ด ์๋ค ์ฝํผ ์๊ธฐ์
๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ผ์ฉก๊ฑฐ๋ ค์ ์
๋ฐฉ์์ ์ค๋ฅด๋ด๋ฆฌ๋์ง ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๊ฐ๋๊ตฐ์ |
Well, in any case, she was not at the ball.
At least she had that decency.
I wonder if she wears a round hat or a bonnet in the afternoon?
The dress she wore to the opera was so plain.
It was in better taste not to go. Don't think it was a question of taste. May said the countess decided her dress wasn't smart enough. | ์ด์จ๋ ๋ฌด๋ํ์๋ ์ ์์ด์
์ ์ด๋ ์ผ์น๋ ์์๋ ๋ณด๋ค์
๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค ์คํ์ ์๋ ์ด ์ฐจ์ ๋ชจ์๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋์ง ๋ณด๋์ ์ฐ๋์ง ๊ถ๊ธํ๋ค์
์คํ๋ผ์ ์
๊ณ ์จ ๋๋ ์ค๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฐ๋ฐํ๊ณ ๋ฉ์ด ์๋๋ฐ
๋ฌด๋ํ์ ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ถ๋ช
ํ ์ฒ์ ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ์ด๋จธ๋, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ฒ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์๋์์ด์ ๋ฉ์ด ๋ง๋ก๋ ๋๋ ์ค๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋์ |
Poor Ellen.
We must always remember the eccentric bringing-up she had.
What can you expect of a girl who was allowed to wear...
...black satin at her coming-out ball? | ๋ถ์ํ๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง
์๋ ์ ์ ๋ณ๋ ์ฑ์ฅ ๊ณผ์ ์ ๋ณด๋ฉด ์ดํด๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ง
์ฒซ ๋ฌด๋ํ์ ๊น๋ง ์ํด ๋๋ ์ค๋ฅผ ์
๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋๋ก
๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ด์๊ฒ ๋ญ ๊ธฐ๋ํ๊ฒ ์ด? |
It's odd she kept such an ugly name as Ellen when she married the count.
I'd have changed it to Elaine.
Why?
I don't know. It sounds more... ...Polish. | ์ด์ํ์ฃ , ๋ฐฑ์๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ ๋ ์๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ด์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ฐ๊พธ์ง ์์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ
๋ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ์ผ๋ ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๊ฟจ๊ฒ ์ด์
์์ง?
๊ธ์์, ๋ ํด๋๋ ๋๋์ด ๋์์์ |
It sounds more conspicuous. That can hardly be what she wishes.
Why shouldn't she be conspicuous if she chooses?
She made an awful marriage, but should she hide her head as if it's her fault? | ํ์คํ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ ์ด๋ฆ์ด์ง๋ง ์๋ ์ด ์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์๋์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ ์๋์ฃ ? ๋์ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ด ํ ์๋ ์์ง ์๋์?
๋์ฐํ ๊ฒฐํผ์ด ์์ ์ ์๋ชป์ธ ์ ์จ์ด ์ด์์ผ ํ๋์? |
Should she go slinking around as if she disgraced herself?
She's had an unhappy life. That doesn't make her an outcast.
I'm sure that's the line the Mingotts mean to take.
I don't have to wait for their cue, if that's what you mean, sir. | ๋ง์ ์ ๋นํ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋์น ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ด์์ผ ํ๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?
๋ถํ์ ๊ฒช์๋ค๊ณ ๋์ค์๊ฐ ๋ผ์ผ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์๋์ฃ
๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์๊ธฐํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑธ์ธ
๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๊ฐ ๋์น๋ฅผ ๋ณธ๋ค๋ ๋ป์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ด
๋๋ค |
I'm told she's looking for a house. She intends to live here.
I hear she means to get a divorce.
I hope she will.
Understandably, her marriage was intolerable. | ์๋ ์ด ์ง์ ์์๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์์ ์ด ์์ ์ด์ฃ
์ ๊ฐ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ๋ก๋ ์ดํผํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋์
๊ทธ๋ฌ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ๋ค
์๋ ์ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ์ด ํ๋ค์๋ค๋ ๊ฑด ์ดํดํ๊ฒ ์ด |
There are the rumors too. I've heard them. The secretary.
He helped get her away from the husband.
They say the count kept her practically a prisoner. | ํ์ง๋ง ๋ค๋ฅธ ์๋ฌธ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ์ ๋ ๋ค์์ด์, ๋น์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ
๋จํธ์๊ฒ์ ๋๋ง์น๋๋ก ์๋ ์ ๋์์คฌ๋ค๋๊ตฐ
๋ฐฑ์์ด ์๋ ์ ์ฃ์์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์ด ๊ฐ๋์๋ค์ง |
Certainly the count had his own way of life.
You knew him? I heard of him at Nice.
Handsome, they say...
...but eyes with a lot of lashes.
When he wasn't with women... ...he was collecting china.
Paying any price for both, I understand. | ํ์คํ ๋ฐฑ์์ ์๊ธฐ๋ง์ ์ํ ๋ฐฉ์์ด ์์์ง
๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ ์์ธ์? ๋์ค์์ ์๋ฌธ์ ๋ค์์ด
๋ฏธ๋จ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๊ธด ํ๋๋ฐ
์๋์น์ด ๋งค์ฐ ์ง๋
์ฌ์๊ฐ ์์ ๋๋ ๋์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ์๋ค๋๊ตฐ
๋์๊ธฐ๋ ์ฌ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐ์ง์ง ์๊ฒ ์ง |
Then where's the blame?
Any one of us would have helped the countess, just as the secretary did.
He was still helping her a year later then.
Somebody met them living together at Lausanne.
Living together? | ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ํ์ด ๋ ๊ฒ ์์์์
๋๊ตฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค๋ฉด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ๋์์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค ๋น์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ์
๋น์๊ฐ 1๋
ํ์๋ ์๋ ์ ๋๊ณ ์์์ด
๋ก์์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์ผ๋๊น
๊ฐ์ด ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑธ์? |
Why not? Who has the right to make her life over if she hasn't?
It's hardly a question of entombment. The countess is here, after all.
Or do you believe a woman should share the same freedoms as men? | ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์ด๋์์? ์๋ ์ด ์๊ธฐ ์ธ์์ ๊ฒฐ์ ํ ์ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๋๊ฐ ํ์ฃ ?
๋งค์ฅ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ ์๋์ง ์ด์จ๋ ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์์์
์๋๋ฉด ์๋ค ์๊ฐ์ ์ฌ์์๊ฒ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋๊ฐ์ ์์ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋? |
I suppose I do. Yes, I do.
Well, apparently Count Olenski takes a similarly modern view.
I never heard of him lifting a finger to get his wife back. | ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์๊ฐํฉ๋๋ค ์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๋๋ค
ํ์คํ ์ฌ๋ ์คํค ๋ฐฑ์๋ ์๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ํ๋์ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ก๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐ
๋ถ์ธ์ ์ฐพ์์ค๋ ค๊ณ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ํ๋ ๊น๋ฑํ๋ค๋ ๋ง์ ๋ชป ๋ค์์ด |
Three days later, the unthinkable happened.
Mrs. Manson Mingott sent out invitations... ...summoning everyone to a formal dinner.
Such an occasion demanded the most careful consideration. | 3์ผ ํ, ์์์น ๋ชปํ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค
๋งจ์จ ๋ฐ๊ณ ํธ ๋ถ์ธ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์ ์ ๋ง์ฐฌ ์ด๋์ฅ์ ๋ณด๋ธ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
์ด๋ฐ ํ์ฌ์๋ ๋งค์ฐ ์ ์คํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ํ์ํ๋ค |
It required the appropriate plate.
It called for three extra footmen...
...two dishes for each course and a Roman punch in the middle.
The dinner, New York read on the invitation...
...was "to meet the Countess Olenska." | ๊ทธ์ ๊ฑธ๋ง์ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅ ์ธํธ๊ฐ ํ์ํ๊ณ
์์ค๋๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ธ ๋ช
๋ ํ์ํ๊ณ
์ฝ์ค๋ง๋ค ์์์ ๋ ๊ฐ์ง์ฉ ๋ด๊ณ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ์๋ ๋ก๋ง ํ์น๋ฅผ ๋์์ผ ํ๋ค
์ด์ฒญ์ฅ์๋ ์ด๋ฒ ๋ง์ฐฌ์ด '์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์'
'๋ง๋๋ ์๋ฆฌ'๋ผ๊ณ ์ ํ ์์๋ค |
And New York declined.
"Regret, unable to accept."
And from some our own family.
No one cares enough... ...even to conceal their feelings about the countess. This is a disgrace. | ํ์ง๋ง ๋ด์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค
'์ฐธ์ํ ์ ์์ด์ ์ ๊ฐ์
๋๋ค'
๊ฐ์กฑ ์ค์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋๋ต์ด ์์๋ค
์๋ ์ ๋ํ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๋ ค๊ณ ์ ์ฐ๋ ์ฌ๋์กฐ์ฐจ ์์ด ์ด๊ฑด ๋ง์ ์ด์ผ |
They all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world.
The real thing was never said or done or even thought...
...but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs. | ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ข
์ ์ํ๋ฌธ์ ์ธ์์์ ์ด์๋ค
์ง์ฌ์ ์
๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ด๊ฑฐ๋ ํ๋ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์๊ฐ์กฐ์ฐจ ํ์ง ์๊ณ
๋
๋จ์ ์ธ ์ ํธ๋ก๋ง ํํ๋์๋ค |
Archer knew these signs. They were not subtle and were not meant to be.
They were more than a simple snubbing.
They were an eradication.
There was a single court of appeal. | ์์ฒ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์ ํธ๋ฅผ ์์๋ค ๊ฐ์งํ๊ธฐ ํ๋ค์ง๋ ์์๊ณ ์๋๋ถํฐ ๊ทธ๋ด ์๋๋ ์๋ ์ ํธ์๋ค
๊ทธ ์ ํธ๋ ๋จ์ํ ๋ฌด์ ์ด์์ด์๊ณ
์์ ํ ํด์ถ์ ์๋ฏธํ๋ค
์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ํ์์ฐํ ์๊ณ ๋ฒ์์ ํ๋๋ฟ์ด์๋ค |
He would plead their case before the van der Luydens.
And all this, you think, is due to some intentional interference by--
Larry Lefferts. Yes, sir. I'm certain of it. | ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐด๋๋ผ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ค
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น ์๋ค๋ ์๋์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ญ์ ํ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ฐ๋ก
๋๋ฆฌ ๋ ํผํธ์
๋๋ค ํ์คํฉ๋๋ค |
The van der Luydens dwelled above all the cities' families...
...in a kind of superterrestrial twilight.
Archer appealed to their exquisitely refined sense of tribal order.
And he spoke plainly. | ๋ฐด๋๋ผ์ด๋ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ ๋งํ์๋ฉด ์ด ๋์์ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ๋ค๋ณด๋ค ์์ธ
์ผ์ข
์ ์ฒ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์์๋ค
์์ฒ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์ง์์ ๊ดํ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ ์๊ฒฌ์ ํธ์ํด
์ฌ์ค ๊ทธ๋๋ก ์ค๋ช
ํ๋ค |
Whenever poor Gertrude Lefferts begins to suspect her husband of something...
Well, it's the principle that I dislike.
I mean, if a member of a well-known family is backed by that family...
...it should be considered final. | ๊ฐ์ฌ์ด ๊ฑฐํธ๋ฃจ๋ ๋ ํผํธ๊ฐ ๋จํธ์๊ฒ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์ฌ์ฉ์ ์ ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์
๊ธ์, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋งค์ฐ ์ซ์ดํ๋ ๋ด์ฉ์ด๊ตฐ
๋ด ๋ง์ ์ด๊ฑธ์ธ ๋ช
์ฑ์๋ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ทธ ์ง์์ ์ง์ง๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ค๋ฉด
๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด๋ค๋ ๋น์ฐํ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ผ์ง |
We felt this slight on the countess shouldn't pass without our consulting you.
We're giving a little dinner for our cousin, the Duke of St. Austrey... | ์ด๊ฒ์ ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ ๋ํ ๋ชจ์์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ด
๋๋ค ์ ์๋๊ป ์ฌ์ญค๋ณด์ง ์๊ณ ๋ ์ง๋์น ์ ์์์ฃ
์ฌ์ด์ธ ์ธ์ธํธ ์ค์คํธ๋ฆฌ ๊ณต์์ ์ํด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ ๋ง์ฐฌ์ ๋ฒ ํ ์์ ์
๋๋ค |
...who arrives next week on the Russia.
I'm sure Louisa will be as glad as I am...
...if Countess Olenska will let us include her among our guests. | ๋ฌ์์ํธ ํธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ ์ฃผ์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ฃ
์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ๋ ์ฐธ์ํด์ค๋ค๋ฉด
๋ฃจ์ด์๋ ์ ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋ปํ ๊ฒ๋๋ค |
The occasion was a solemn one.
But the countess arrived rather late...
...signaling a carelessness of which she was entirely unaware.
She entered, without haste or embarrassment... | ์ด๊ฒ์ ๋งค์ฐ ์์ํ ์๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง
์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ถ์ธ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ฆ๊ฒ ๋์ฐฉ์ ํ๊ณ
์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฃผ์ํจ์ ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค
๊ทธ๋
๋ ์๋๋ฅด๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฏผ๋งํ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ๋ค์ด์ฐ๋ค |
...the drawing room in which New York's most-chosen company... ...was somewhat awfully assembled.
Countess Olenska.
Good evening.
We're delighted you're here. | ๋ด์์์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์์ ๋ ์๋๋ค์ด ๋ชจ์ธ ์์ ์ค์ ๋ค์ ์ด์ํ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ์๋ค
์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ
์๋
ํ์ธ์
์ค์
์ ๋งค์ฐ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค |
The Duke of St. Austrey. May I present Countess Olenska.
The Trevenna George II plate was out.
So was the van der Luyden Lowestoft from the East India Company...
...and the Dagonet Crown Derby. | ์ธ์ธํธ ์ค์คํธ๋ฆฌ ๊ณต์ ์ฌ๋ ์ค์นด ๋ฐฑ์ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์ญ๋๋ค
์กฐ์ง 2์ธ์ ํธ๋ ๋ฒ ๋ ์ ์๊ฐ ์ ๋ณด์๊ณ
๋์ธ๋ํ์ฌ์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ์จ ๋ฐด๋๋ผ์ด๋ ๋ก์คํ ํํธ ๋์๊ธฐ์
๋ค๊ณ ๋ท ํฌ๋ผ์ด ๋๋น ์๊ธฐ๋ ์ฐจ๋ ค์ก๋ค |
Dining with the van der Luydens was, at best, no light matter.
Dining there with a duke who was their cousin...
...was almost a religious solemnity. | ๋ฐด๋๋ผ์ด๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ ๋ง์ฐฌ์ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ ํธ๋ฝํธ๋ฝํ ์ผ์ด ์๋์๋ค
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ฌ์ด์ธ ๊ณต์๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์์ ์์ฌํ๋ ๊ฒ์
์ฅ์ํ ์ข
๊ต์์์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค |
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