Grandma, Tita is fussy. She is constantly squeaking. The corn is too yellow, the bread crusts - too dry, the fruits - too juicy, the carrot - too orange, the electric cables - too stringy, she says the same about the shoelaces. She doesn't like the books in the library, they are supposedly too dusty and it makes her sneeze, and anyway, mom told us to not chew that, because it's old Mircea's house, he is the book rat. Yesterday we all went to a school, but of course Tita didn't like homework either.
Magdalena Daminescu
You once again didn't do your homework, Florentina. What do you do when you get home? The girl remains silent, bows her head down and slowly swings back and forth. The teacher asks for her report card and wants to call her mom to school. Florentina, scared as she was, starts telling her. Once I get home, I start cooking, then I wash my mom and I feed her. I run to the garden and I make something for Ghita, I clean the chicken's coop and I feed them as well. When my dad arrives, I set the table and I wash the dishes. I start doing homework, I really enjoy them, but my eyes close and I never finish them.
Cristina Dumitru-Pascal
She was flying. She tripped over a cloud and fell into the arms of the Old One. Am I here for not doing my homework? I didn't like it either, until I created man. I learned to bring my own angels on Earth. My own creation. They became robots with a soul, replaced by cars. You are the only one that remembered reading. I will send you back so you can teach them to do it again as well. I will have to write, so they have something to read and I don't like it. You will do a great job, and he put her on a gust of wind. The first sentence, we are all stories of a life. Remember that.
(Translated by Claudia Cioplea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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