Man, check it out, Dubai hotel, rooftop. Finland Vodka, Manchurian spawn, you can all kiss my ass. Who is it, Mom? It's nephew Gogu. Hey, granny, have some bread because that won't keep your hunger at bay. And be careful not to fall, damn it, you were a wimp since you were little. What do you say? I don't hear anything because of the music. Well, check it out, here. Crystal table. It came with factory dashes. Hey, get down or you'll break a leg. Yo, Gogu. Are you all right, Mum? Well, shards bring luck. They bring on my ass. He cost me 3,000 euros, you cobe.
Lucian Domșa
Ildiko picked up the broom and dustpan, looking frowningly across the room. Everywhere but empty bottles, broken glasses and pizza wrappers. The devil made me drink so much, she grumbled, starting to sweep. A few hours before, Jancsi, the eldest son, had celebrated his 18th birthday. In a corner, on the dirty floor, George was snoring. Wake up, she nudged him with the broom handle. Your big son made a lot of mess. Help me clean up. The man opened his eyes, grunting in fright: Get thee hence Satan. For I've pissed in heaven.
Andrei Popilian
I looked, with a blood-stained face, at the red streak on the asphalt. I knew by now what was to come: my mother will scream, between the fright and anger, I won't be allowed outside to play for at least one month, let alone my pocket money. Zero, until I cover the damage. Hey, shards bring good luck, I told myself, and suddenly a hysterical laugh came over me. With trembling hands, I picked half a tooth off the floor, then another half from another. I can't wait to tell my colleagues tomorrow how I rode my bike down the stairs
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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