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Rachana by :

EDGAR  ALLAN  POE

Translated by :

Zhao  Yun  - 

sunset

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The  Fall  of  the  House  of  Usher  : 

Usher, Mysterious Mansion

Rachana by :

Edgar  Allan  Poe

Translation: The sun sets.

Usher, Mysterious Mansion

It was one of those autumn days when the atmosphere seemed gloomy. The sky above was filled with gigantic black clouds. Every day, I rode my horse through the stillness and simplicity of the countryside village, devoid of color or interest. Until, at last, darkness began to creep in. in the senses little by little

I have found what is the end point... of this journey.

There...opposite me The house of Usher stood tall. And almost in that second I couldn't figure out why. A dark, hair-raising feeling slowly erupted from within and penetrated more and more into my mind. It's like a deadly disease that slowly eats away at the human body.

I looked up at the tall mansion made from enormous amounts of stone. There are a number of narrow windows. All around the area there were only dry grass and old dead trees. My feelings right now were like being squeezed by an icy demon hand. His body seemed to be trembling because of the coldness and loneliness that could not be driven away by any bright thought.

Why? I feel skeptical. Why does every molecule of Usher Mansion make me feel so gloomy? But...maybe the answer to this matter is too difficult to find...

A quiet lake was not far from the mansion. I rode my horse up and stopped near the water's edge. In case maybe...from this angle The mansion might not look too gloomy. I looked... scrutinized the black-tinted surface. The water surface remains completely still. Without any movement The windows on the mansion looked like eyes staring at them.

And when combined with the remains of trees that lined up around Instead, it made the feeling of gloom and sadness within my heart even more intense.

The mansion that I will be temporarily living in from now on. It was owned by Roderick Usher, who was a childhood friend of mine. We haven't seen each other for a very long time. But recently I received a letter from him. It was a letter filled with terrible sadness. He wrote that he was sick. Not just physically

But it also includes a heart that is suffering. He had a great desire to meet me. I am his only friend...the only person who can help him recover from this illness.

Even though we used to be very close friends during our childhood. But I knew very little about him because he never talked about himself to anyone. If so, I would know. That he came from an ancient family and was the last heir. It was also known that the Usher family did not have many descendants.

It must have been like this for more than a hundred years, along with the founding of the family line. Inheritance is always from father to son.

I'm still standing near the water's edge. Feeling the gloom within my heart which is building up more and more every moment. I couldn't deny that beneath the gloom there was a hidden fear. It is...the darkness that resides in the bottom of my heart. But it is true... Like a human being lost in a mysterious mist.

I could not know what was hidden beneath the still waters in front of me. behind dead tree or behind the ancient walls of a mansion ...Maybe it's because of these heavy gray clouds. It contained what seemed to be the root of the problems and fears I was experiencing right now.

This must be a dream. I can't help but think. As he scanned the enormous building in front of him, no, this was the truth. Numerous cracks from time appeared dotted on each stone slab. But none of the lumps looked strange from the repairs. Or missing even a single lump? Another thing that I noticed just in time was the tiny dust particles from the crack that silently fell onto the surface of the pitch black lake.

I moved towards the front of the mansion. The servant boy hurried over to help pick up the horse. And when I walked into the main hall Another servant took me upstairs. Everything was quiet. The walls of the mansion were filled with a strange aura. The many black-toned images give the impression of being oppressed.

I remember these pictures from my childhood memories of visiting this mansion. But meeting again today Instead, it gives a different feeling.

Along the way, we met Ghul Usher's resident doctor. The one who had a strange mark on his face. I don't feel like I can appreciate any traces of it. So he sped up his steps even more. Finally, the servant boy opened the door. and guide me to my destination

Inside is a large and long room. It consists of windows which are tall and narrow. Allows only a small amount of light to pass through. Let dark shadows hide every corner of the room and your belongings. which includes many books and musical instruments such as guitars But everything seemed lifeless.

There was no happy atmosphere in this fully equipped room. There was only an aura of deep depression and sadness. floating in the air

When Usher turned to face me He stood up and greeted me with enthusiasm. His expression was indeed very polite, but when I looked closely, I saw the joy that appeared on his face. We sat down but did not immediately speak. For a moment I stared at him in wonder and fear.

He's changed a lot. Since the day we last met! Before, his face was a bit haggard and pale. His eyes were big and bright, his lips thin and small. and had thin hair, but now his skin was much paler than before. Big, deep, shining eyes Changed to be a different person There was panic in me.

His long, frizzy white hair looked as if ghosts were floating above his head.

I have noticed that my friends tend to be extremely paranoid. Emotional fluctuations Sometimes I don't stop talking. But later it became quiet. Not a word came out of his mouth for an hour. Sometimes I have trouble thinking and organizing words. He tends to emphasize his voice loudly and slowly. It was similar to the sound of a man who had drunkenly drunkenly.

He told me why he wanted to meet. And how does being with him make him feel better? I, he explains, have a strange disease inherited from our ancestors long ago. It's an anxiety disorder. As a result, he reacts more violently than normal people to things around him. You can only consume food that is bland and almost tasteless.

Clothing must be specially chosen due to skin sensitivity. His room couldn't place decorative flowers. The reason is that the smell is too strong. The bright light hurt his eyes. Almost every sound hurts his hearing. Like the soft sound of a guitar.

That's even worse. It is that he is a slave to his own fear. 'I'm definitely going to die,' he repeated. 'Die from this fear... I wasn't afraid of any danger during that time. But what I'm afraid of What is fear? I tried to fight it But soon after, I was defeated.

Completely defeated and unable to get up again'

During a long conversation between me and Usher I learned about many other strange symptoms of his. He told me that these symptoms all came from Usher Mansion. He had not been able to step out of this mansion for many years. And he began to…he thought…that he was being consumed by the manor's sorrow.

The gloom that permeated the dull gray walls and the dark lake. Gradually becoming one with himself.

And he also believed that That much sorrow There was also a part from the fact that the older sister he loved so much fell seriously ill. He has only one older sister. Her name is Madeleine. He is the only other member of the family still living. But from now on it seemed as if the flame of her life was about to be extinguished.

'Her death,' Usher said later 'It's completely isolating me in this world. As the last Usher'

That moment when Usher was speaking. Madeleine approached slowly from behind. The deepest part of the room without any advance notice When I look intently Her body disappeared. Both eyelids felt heavy from drowsiness. along with a strange dread

I looked back to the opposite side. Usher buried his face in his palms. But I could still notice that his face was becoming increasingly pale. Until it became a silent cry

Lady Madeleine's illness It's a dark mystery that no doctor has been able to shed any light on. Her body became weaker and thinner every day. Sometimes, she spent so long sleeping that she felt like she would never wake up again. For many years, she had to stay strong and fight off a debilitating illness.

Until the same night I came here After going to bed She never woke up again. “It's probably difficult. That you could meet her alive,” Usher said to me. Shaking his head in sorrow

Over the next several days, during which time Usher and I did not mention his sister again. We spent most of our time reading and drawing together. Sometimes he plays the guitar. I had to put in a lot of effort to help him. Yet I realized the grief from his son was deeply rooted within.