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ÀÌ ¼Ò¼³Àº Maycomb¿¡¼­ Finch°¡¹® Áß ÇѸíÀÎ º¯È£»ç Atticus¿Í ±×ÀÇ µÎ ¾ÆÀ̵é, Jem(10-13¼¼), Scout°¡ ÀÌ  ¼Ò¼³ÀÇ ÁÖÀΰøÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ ¼Ò¼³Àº Scout(6-9¼¼)ÀÇ °üÁ¡¿¡¼­ ±×µéÀÌ ¼ºÀåÇϸ鼭 ºÎµúÈ÷°Ô µÇ´Â ³²ºÎ¹éÀλçȸÀÇ ºÒÇÕ¸®¿Í Æí°ß¿¡ ´ëÇØ °´°üÀûÀ¸·Î ´Ù·ç°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù. 
±×µéÀÇ Áý ¿·¿¡´Â Radley¶ó´Â ¼ºÀÇ °¡Á·ÀÌ »ì°í Àִµ¥ ¾ÆÁÖ ¾ö°ÝÇÑ °¨¸®±³µµ·Î »î¿¡¼­ ±â»ÝÀ» ¾ò´Â °ÉÀ» Á˾ÇÀ¸·Î ¿©±â´Â °¡¹®ÀÌÁÒ. ±×·¡¼­ û¼Ò³â±â¿¡ ¾à°£ ºø³ª°£ ¾Æµé(Arther Radley, Boo) À» Áý¾È¿¡ °¡µÖ¹ö·È½À´Ï´Ù. ±× ¾ÆµéÀº 20³â° Áý¹ÛÀ» ³ª¿ÂÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾î¿ä. ±×·¯´ø ¾î´À³¯ 
Boo´Â ½Å¹®À» ½ºÅ©·¦ÇÏ´Ù°¡ Áö³ª°¡´ø ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´Ù¸®¸¦ °¡À§·Î Â´Â »ç°ÇÀÌ 
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Áý¾ÕÀ» Áö³ª°¡´Â °ÍÁ¶Â÷ µÎ·Á¿öÇÏÁÒ. AtticusÀÇ ¾ÆÀ̵鵵 ¸¶Âù°¡Áö ¹Ýµå½Ã Àü·ÂÁú¼ö¸¦ Çؼ­ ±× Áý¾ÕÀ» Áö³ª°¡°ï ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.  
BooÀÇ Á¸Àç´Â ´ç¿¬È÷ ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÇ °ü½ÉÀ» ²ü´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ¿ô¿¡ DillÀ̶ó´Â ¾ÆÀÌ°¡ ģõÀ» ¹æ¹®ÇÏ·Á°í Maycomb¿¡ ¿Í¼­ µÎ ¾ÆÀ̵é°ú Ä£ÇØÁý´Ï´Ù. ±×¸®°í DillÀº JemÀ¸·Î ÇÏ¿©±Ý ±× Áý Çö°ü¿¡ ¼ÕÀ» ´ë°í ¿Ã¼ö ÀÖ´ÂÁö¸¦ µÎ°í Jem°ú ³»±â¸¦ Çϱ⵵ ÇÏ°í.  Boo¸¦ ÈÉÃ帷Á°í Áý¾ÈÀ» µé¿©´Ù º¼·Á´Ù°¡ ±×ÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁö¿¡ ÀÇÇØ È¥ÂáÀÌ ³ª±âµµ ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ÇÏÁö¸¸ Booµµ ¿·Áý ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» ÁöÄѺ¸°í ÀÖ¾ú³ªºÁ¿ä. ¾Æ¸¶µµ »ó´çÈ÷ ±× ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ±Í¿©¿ü³ªºÁ¿ä.  ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ Çб³¿¡¼­ ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ°¥·Á¸é ²À RadleyÀÇ Áý ¾ÕÀ» Áö³ª°¡¾ßÇϰŵç¿ä. ±× Áý¾Õ ³ª¹«ÀÇ È¨¿¡ ±× ¾ÆÀ̵鿡°Ô ÀÛÀº ¼±¹°µé(¾ÆÀ̵éÀÇ ¸ð½ÀÀ» »õ±ä ºñ´©2, Çà¿îÀÇ µ¿Àü, ²­)À» ÁÝ´Ï´Ù. óÀ½¿¡´Â ¹«¼­¿ö ÇÏ´ø ¾ÆÀ̵鵵 Á¡Â÷ ±× ¼±¹°À» ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏ°Ô µË´Ï´Ù. ±×·¡¼­ °¨»çÀÇ ÆíÁö¸¦ ½á¼­ ³¬½ÃÁÙ¿¡ ´Þ¾Æ¼­ ±×¿¡°Ô  ÀüÇÏ·Á°í ÇÏ´Ù°¡ 
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Tom Robinson(ÈæÀÎ)ÀÌ Ewell(¸¶À»¿¡¼­ ¾Ç¸í³ôÀº ÀúÁú ¹éÀÎ)¾¾ÀÇ µþÀ» °­°£ÇÑ ÇøÀÇ·Î °í¼Ò´çÇÑ »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀϾ´Ï´Ù. Atticus°¡ TomÀÇ º¯È£¸¦ ¸Ã°Ô µË´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ ´ç½Ã¿¡´Â ÈæÀΰú ¹éÀΰ£ÀÇ »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÀ»¶§ ÁËÀÇ À¯¹«¿Í °ü°è¾øÀÌ ¹«Á¶°Ç ¹éÀÎÀÌ »ç°Ç¿¡¼­ À̱é´Ï´Ù.  Atticus´Â ÈæÀÎÀÇ º¯È£¸¦ ¸Ã¾Ò´Ù´Â ÀÌÀ¯¸¸À¸·Îµµ ¸¹Àº À§ÇùÀ» ¹Þ°í ¾ÆÀ̵éÀº »ç¶÷µéÀÇ Negro Lover¶ó´Â Á¶·Õ¼¯ÀÎ ¸»µéÀ» µè°Ô µË´Ï´Ù. ÇÏÁö¸¸ Atticus´Â ²à²àÀÌ ±× »ç°ÇÀ» ¸Ã½À´Ï´Ù. »ç°ÇÀÇ Àü¸»Àº Ewell¾¾ÀÇ µþÀÌ Áý ¾ÈÀÏÀ» µµ¿Í´Þ¶ó°í TomÀ» Áý¾ÈÀ¸·Î ºÒ·¯µé¿©¼­ ±×¸¦ À¯È¤ÇØ ±×¸¦ µ¤Ä¨´Ï´Ù. 
TomÀº ±×³à¸¦ ÇÇÇÏ·Á°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ ¶§ Ewell¾¾°¡ Áý¾È¿¡ µé¾î ¿Â°ÍÀÌÁÒ. ±×·¡¼­ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ µþÀ» ¸¶±¸ ¶§¸®°í¼­´Â ÀÌ »ç½ÇÀ» ÀºÆóÇÏ°í Tom Robinson¸¦ Á¦°ÅÇϱâ À§ÇØ ¼Ò¼ÛÀ» °Ç °ÍÀÌÁÒ. 
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Atticus°¡ Ç×¼Ò¸¦ ÁغñÇÏ´Â µµÁß¿¡ Tom RobinsonÀº °¨¿ÁÅ»ÃâÀ» ½ÃµµÇÏ´Ù°¡ ÃÑ»ìµË´Ï´Ù. 

ºñ·Ï Mr.EwellÀÌ ¼Ò¼Û¿¡¼­´Â ÀÌ°åÁö¸¸ ¸¶À»¿¡¼­ ±×ÀÇ ¼öÄ¡¸¦ ¸ð¸£´Â »ç¶÷Àº ¾Æ¹«µµ ¾øÁÒ. ÀÌ¿¡ ¾Ó½ÉÀ» Ç°Àº EwellÀº ¾ÆÁÖ ¾È°³°¡ £Àº ÇÒ¸®À© ¹ã ÃàÁ¦¸¦ ¸¶Ä¡°í µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â AtticusÀÇ µÎ ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» »ìÇØÇÏ·Á´Â ½Ãµµ¸¦ ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ ¶§ Boo°¡ ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÇ ºñ¸íÀ» µè°í µÎ ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» ±¸ÃâÇÕ´Ï´Ù. 

ÀÌ °úÁ¤¿¡¼­ Jem ÆȲÞÄ¡°¡ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ ºÎ·¯Á® ÀǽÄÀ» ÀÒ°í, EwellÀº ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ Ä®¿¡ Âñ·Á Á×½À´Ï´Ù. 


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Atticus said to Jem, " I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remeber it’s sin to kill a mocking bird.

That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it wasa sin to do something and I asked Miss Maudie about it.

"Your father’s right." she said. "Mocking birds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. ........That’s why it’s a sin to kill  a mocking bird.


p.276

"Scout," he said," Mr. Ewell fell on his knife. Can you possibly understand?" 
Atticus looked like he needed cheering up. I ran to him and hugged him and kissed him with all might. "Yes, sir, I understand," I reassured him. "Mr. Tate was right."  
Atticus disengaged himself and looked at me."What do you mean?"
"Well, it’d be sort of like shooting a mocking bird, wouldn’t it?"






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