In the canon
Rashomon
- Form
- Form Short Story
- Year
- Year 1915
- Originally in
- Originally in Japanese
- Pages
- Pages 6
Rain falls on the great gate of Kyoto, which has gone to ruin: foxes and thieves live in it now, and the city has taken to leaving its unclaimed dead in the tower above. Beneath it a dismissed servant sits fingering the pimple on his cheek, trying to choose between starving honestly and living as a thief, and finding he has the nerve for neither.
It was a chilly evening. A servant of a samurai stood under the Rashōmon, waiting for a break in the rain.
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