Gabriel Rusu
Father Busuioc couldn't even fathom giving old man Costache a christian's funeral. Eyes glued to a yellowing ledger, he ranted and raved next to the deceased about some unpaid contributions to the church. I will not bury him without one thousand lei, you penniless scamps. I answer to the archbishop, and he is directly under the bishop. I am not losing my parish for a sinning nobody. The psalm reader, ashamed for the deceased, whom he had been close to, searched his pockets for incense and mumbled the Lord's Prayer.
Dorin Vasile
At the back of the yard, along the old wall, there snaked a narrow and steep path, worn down by the heavy hooves of the donkeys that carried the sacks of grain towards the upper storerooms. It was made of river stone, jagged, with irregular steps, on which people often slipped when the rain fell heavily from the sky. At the end of the stairs, a small, rusty, and heavy iron gate led to the dark porch of the mill, where the wheels creaked one after the other. Beyond these, most likely, lay the paradise meant for the livestock.
Carmen Tot
The rabbit wouldn't shut up for the world: you can't tell me who I am, who I associate with and what purpose I serve, especially since your name is not Alice, the only one I would've listened to. Actually, she would've never done something like this, because she was a fine young lady, although, the Hatter would tease her at times telling her she could not stay put for a second. Then the rabbit drew away, straightening his head, throwing back his ears and declaring: what shameful words he uttered, me the little brother of a donkey. And one without a rank, the imbecile.
(Translated by Ioana Grințescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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