All the loved ones had a name, they could be called and loved exactly as they pleased, so she began to give a little name to her poultry, with or without feathers, with tail or flowers. One day, the hen called Albus had disappeared without a trace, the next day they were eating good stew and polenta. After that, Micky the blue-eyed duck - nowhere to be found. The next day, he slept on cabbage in the oven. Mommy Star, whom she greeted every night, had fallen too. Look, choose another one, there's plenty. No. I won't give any names to anyone, they all die after. I'm a jinx.
Andra Toropoc
Mona didn't milk the cow, didn't play at the Casino or get married, she just hotly clung to my skin. I had a cold, my entire body had been massaged with rubbing alcohol, and on my head I had a small turban soaked in alcohol, I quietly lay in bed, thoroughly sweating. Wearing my pyjamas as if I were a starfish, I didn't even hear auntie coming into my room, holding that huge syringe full of poldine. Of course I screamed. As a farewell, she said bye-bye, chicken, bye-bye, butt. What was the point of telling her that that wasn't my real name?
Monica Bologa
When people got tired of houses, cars, planes and jewelry, they started to buy stars. Because I have some small flaws, I belong to no one, forgotten in the sky. To show them that I can be as valuable as the others, I started taking all kinds of classes. After some time, I became the brightest star in the entire Universe, even if sometimes I limped when dancing through the galaxies. One day, the richest man wanted me all for himself. I will never belong to an earthling. I heard they have flaws.
(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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