会社の裏通りに、小さな古本屋がある。There is a small secondhand bookshop on the back street behind the office.瀬川はもう五年、その店の前を通って通勤している。For five years now, Segawa has walked past that shop on his way to work.入ってみたいと思いつつも、いつも鞄を抱えたまま通り過ぎてしまう。Although he keeps thinking he would like to go in, he always ends up walking by with his bag under his arm.
その店の前には、いつも百円の箱が出ている。Outside the shop there is always a box of hundred-yen books.ある金曜日、瀬川は箱の中に古い絵本を見つけた。One Friday, Segawa spotted an old picture book in the box.表紙の青い色に、はっきりと見覚えがあった。He recognised the blue of the cover at once.子どものころ、祖母の家で何度も読んだ本だった。It was a book he had read over and over at his grandmother's house as a child.手に取ろうとした瞬間、後ろから急ぎ足の人が来て、瀬川は箱から離れた。The moment he reached for it, someone came hurrying up behind him and Segawa stepped away from the box.今日は荷物が多いから、月曜に買えばいい。He had a lot to carry that day, so he could simply buy it on Monday.そう考えつつも、電車の中ではずっと青い表紙のことを思い出していた。Even as he told himself that, on the train he kept picturing the blue cover.
月曜の夕方、瀬川は早めに会社を出た。On Monday evening, Segawa left the office early.ところが、店のシャッターには紙が一枚貼られていた。But there was a single sheet of paper stuck to the shop's shutter.「長い間ありがとうございました。今月末で閉店します。」“Thank you for your custom over many years. We will be closing at the end of this month.”閉店が本当だとすると、店が開いているのはあと十日ほどしかない。If the closure was really going ahead, the shop would only be open for another ten days or so.
翌日、瀬川は昼休みに店へ走った。The next day, Segawa ran to the shop in his lunch break.百円の箱は出ていたが、青い絵本はもうなかった。The hundred-yen box was out, but the blue picture book was gone.店の奥で、白髪の店主が本をひもで束ねていた。At the back of the shop, the white-haired owner was tying books into bundles with string.「あの、箱に青い絵本がありませんでしたか。」“Excuse me, wasn't there a blue picture book in the box?”「ああ、あれね。昨日、棚に戻しましたよ。」“Ah, that one. I put it back on the shelf yesterday.”
店主は奥の棚から、同じ本を取り出した。The owner took the very same book down from a shelf at the back.「箱の本は売れ残りとはいえ、いい本が混じっていることもあるんです。」“The books in the box may be leftovers, but sometimes a good one finds its way in.”「気づく人がいるだろうと思って、こっちに移しました。」“I thought someone might notice it, so I moved it in here.”瀬川は本を開いた。Segawa opened the book.最後のページに、鉛筆で小さく名前が書いてある。On the last page, a name was written small in pencil.知らない子どもの名前だった。It was the name of a child he did not know.
それでも、紙のにおいは祖母の家の押し入れと同じだった。Even so, the smell of the paper was the same as the cupboard at his grandmother's house.「閉店の日まで、毎日来ます。」“I'll come every day until you close.”瀬川がそう言うと、店主は笑って、ひもを結ぶ手に戻った。When Segawa said that, the owner laughed and went back to knotting his string.会社に帰る道で、瀬川は鞄から本を出して、もう一度表紙をながめた。On the way back to the office, Segawa took the book out of his bag and looked at the cover once more.五年も前を通りつつも、一度も中に入らなかった店である。It was a shop he had walked past for five whole years without ever once going inside.残りの十日は、昼休みをここで使おうと決めた。He decided to spend his lunch breaks there for the ten days that were left.