You weren't a green Cossack if you wouldn't drink a bottle of vodka, beat your wife and curse at her blazingly. Ivan had a stomach ache on account of consuming vodka, didn't endure to beat his wife, didn't defile his mouth with reproaches. Cossack with an angular face, Ivan loved entirely all God compounds. His place wasn't between Cossacks, you see well, even his wife spewed him between her teeth with gaps, being fed up with such a character. When Ivan sent himself off, he didn't stop until he reached the bottom of Kamcheatkăi. Now he is singing Kalinka moya to fish and is almost content.
(Translated by Teodora Stoian / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In November 2021, the group has 7.500 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
