The perspiring snowman felt around its roundness, one hip, and then the other. Both the torso and the buttons were where they should be. Lifting the branches to its face, he felt around his brows timidly. They had disappeared. He frowned in alarm. Nothing, no reaction, just some thin black marks, like Greta Garbo's. Brow tattoos done with mud would solve it. Brows that are thick and arched, highlighted, just like Brandi has, are all the rage after all. He will ask Măriuca, the
It's only a bit more until the children arrive with their sleds.
(Translated by Ruxandra Ioana Vasile / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
*Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.