He stood tall as the day wore on, but, exhausted of his limbs, Ivan collapsed like a rag doll, right in the nest where the dragon was. The thaumaturgist trotted his horse feet like the white of the egg of rebirth. Hooves shod with the forever relentless hoofs, which who else had ever before given away. With a sword-swing the master struck the head of the speckled dragon, splashing venomous blood into his jury. Hardest to deal with are your own demons.
Carmen Tot
Seven days before the sacred feast of the sacrifice of the lamb of God, the ewe began to stop nursing her lamb. Her udder was swollen with milk, she began to tear her belly with her hooves, but she did not nurse it. Bicisnico, the shepherd was scolding, what am I going to sell for Easter, what will people put on the table? But she would hear no more, she had decided that the lamb of God would not go under the knife as long as she was alive. At the hour of his death, the sheep closed her eyes slowly, with the tender lamb clinging to her, without crying out, God, to whom do you leave us?
Grigore Vieru
Since you came along, things have become more complicated. At first I liked your boldness, but you ruined all my friendships, made me fight with colleagues, I was left alone. You kept telling me that you came to save me, that I was working triple time, that everyone was taking advantage of me, that I was on the verge of burnout. I created you to help me, but worse, you got me into trouble. It's time to kill you, make a new, more diplomatic me. I can't hold you any longer, three would be too crowded.
(Translated by Victor Albei / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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