He rummaged through the drawers restlessly. Cutlery, kettles, what not. No corkscrew. Cabin in the mountains, the two of them, the trees and the moon, romantic, ideal time for wine. She watched him smash the bottom of the bottle with the sole of a slipper, then put a pillow against a wall and slam the bottom of the bottle into it. Seeing that the neck of the bottle was bent and the cork would not come out like that, she took it from his hand, smashed it in the sink, on top of a kettle, anticipating what would come next. He will rummage restlessly, until dawn, through the drawers, looking for a condom.
(Translated by Mara-Sabina Rolea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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