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Fumiko's Feet 

A short story written in 1919. Old man Tsukakoshi takes the geisha Fumiko as his concubine, and feels joy when he touches her beautiful legs. One day, Tsukakoshi asks art school student Unokichi to draw a picture with Fumiko as a model. As Unokichi continues to draw, he adds memories of his childhood to Fumiko's feet... Sick and dying on his deathbed, Tsukakoshi asks her, "Please keep your feet on my face until my last breath". He dies in ecstasy beneath Fumiko's feet
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A short story written in 1919. Old man Tsukakoshi takes the geisha Fumiko as his concubine, and feels joy when he touches her beautiful legs. One day, Tsukakoshi asks art school student Unokichi to draw a picture with Fumiko as a model. As Unokichi continues to draw, he adds memories of his childhood to Fumiko's feet... Sick and dying on his deathbed, Tsukakoshi asks her, "Please keep your feet on my face until my last breath". He dies in ecstasy beneath Fumiko's feet

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Kojiro Hashimoto
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Runtime:30 minutes
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