So that I won't fail at chemistry, I sat at the exam beside the nerd Dana, but she was keeping her paper away from me. I'm whispering to her desperately: tell me quickly the formula for phenylethylamine. She ignores me and writes continuously contorted over the table and herself. The jerk made my blood boil when suddenly, she touches one of my legs and lifts up her sundress. Right in the center of her thigh it is written with a pen the word "love". Stunned, I see her other thigh tattooed with dozens of formulas and definitions. And her perverted face, like a mouse. And the cool knees.
Gabriel Rusu
Dear comrades and friends. I want to praise you standing before the working class, which ignited by the flame of the socialism, has surpassed the five-year plan already in the first six months. The political party wants to reward this unique accomplishment through an exchange of experience with the friendly nations. Let this be heard up to Moscow of how brave the workers of the Romanian homeland are. Comrades, I order you to make an i ti ne ra ry. He stuttered for a moment then he asks in a whisper. Leano, what the hell did the intellectual Pacepa wrote in here? I ti ne ra ry?
Florentina Enache
Ok, let's take one at a time. You did fashion parades with my dresses, so and so; you consumed half of acetone on removing nail polish, the other half was spilled on the carpet, let it be. It happened to me recently. You tore my stockings and rocked my heels, fine; I do that too, frequently. I did all of your courageous acts when I was a child too; I am commenting now, but I tolerate. Well, if I catch you again putting lipstick on with my specialties, I am giving you a haircut and your dolls too, is it clear? And then you are going to fast on ice cream all summer.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.