Alex Caragian
I'm celebrating my 89th anniversary, I'm not 40 years old yet, but I like anniversary parties. Sometimes 3 or 4 times a year. Hir cams da best part, as Americans would say in movies. And do you know what's the good part? The good part is that there's no good part. Neither a bad one. The important thing is to live in the moment. Sometimes many more times. Live the moment in a loop. Enjoy each and every moment. And then you die. Not necessarily of old age. But of joy. As for the party, I think I'm at the ninetieth.
Cristian Palade
Nelu Neostoitovici had no idea how he ended up in Heaven. He had done all sorts of foolish things during his lifetime and was an extremely cranky guy. It's true, he had a soul as good as gold. Could that be the reason? Whatever. After a few months of rocking on puffy clouds and playing the harp, Nelu began to corrupt a few people. He managed to form a band of fiddlers and their music was echoing in the entire Heaven. That was exactly when Hal Nevoia was visiting God and, because he was about to become an important godfather, he made a deal about moving the entire band to the other side.
Titela Durnea
The plaintiff, on the left, was thinking about her unhappiness. She held on tight to a rope on which she put the pain, loneliness, furious slapping, and eyes filled with tears. The defendant, on the right, seemingly ashamed, was trying to straighten his back. He wanted silence, it's true, he left a few times, but that rope tangled in promises has always brought him back. The judge looked over his glasses in boredom: truce or war? The plaintiff: Forgive me. The defendant: I'm sorry. The rope: I love you. And they untie it while the audience applauds.
(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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