Here, said Victoriţa the Surgeon looking into her patient's eyes, you have a sign of tears, dear. Tears and pain from God. These warts under the breast are an eternal sign that there is suffering at a women's house. You get lipomas and other things like that, you can't work anymore. They have to be pumped until the wart is as small as the little finger. She spat in her palm and put on the surgical gloves. Alright, we will operate you. Because of the worried looks, she added: with anesthesia, dear. She lifted her orange skirt and got out two bottles. Plums or apricots?
(Translated by Diana Simulescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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