Hordes of winged cherubs going down from the clouds, playing the harp and bringing with them censers of myrrh to prepare the soul of the defunct for the smooth ascent to heaven. Only the last one, likely knowing his way around, broke out of the horde and landed in the neighbouring courtyard. He lied his harp low in the nettle bushes, smoothed his ruffled feathers, shaked out his curly head, and smoothy mewled in the half-opened window: Constantinyyyy, do you still have beeeeeeer?
Nicolae Popescu
Ah, how I like this girl. I'm following her to the subway. She sits down, I stay by the door. I stare at her; her eyes are like pepper and her nose has freckles here and there. People around us are absorbed by their phones. It is only her that takes a book out of her bag. She's reading. A seat opens up next to her. I sit down quickly and take the book out of my bag. I'm pretending to read, my eyes are blurry, my heart is riding hell for leather. I feel it, she's watching me out of the corner of her eye. Yes, it worked. I've been planning this move for a week. I'm determined to conquer her, even at the risk of starting to read.
Aurelian Țolescu
After a secret booze where the whole squad took part in the winter of `86s, when even our blood pressure had swollen, we were lined up outside in the cold to give an account of ourselves. After the Guard Commander understood our bacchic merriment, he left us lined up and went off to call the duty superior on call. Some steps later he heard the sound of a sprinkler. Bob or, as we call him, Bobby[1], stepped forward, took out his pride and was watering the frozen ground. What are you doing, Bobby? A bad joke, Comrade Lieutenant. He had been promoted as the head cleaner in the toilet department until his release.
[1] What are you doing, Bobby?` or, more often, `What did you do, Bobby?` is an Romanian expression, referring to a situation when one had done an extreme stupid thing.
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