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... I pull gently at a corner of the comforter, crack one eye open and I see an apocalyptic image. Luiza, my sister, is pulling up some tights under a long pleated blue skirt. I look up at her over the skirt, against gravity. It’s her! But she is wearing a white shirt, pierced by badges like an insectarium, a red tie with a tricolor margin, a red braided cord with a sailor’s knot adorns her chest, and, to make the picture complete, she’s got braids over her shoulders.
I feel I’m going to burst out laughing, but I hold it in and I ask her ironically but seriously:
“Where are you going? Do you have a striptease class today? Or a fancy-dress ball?”
She looks at me seriously, grabs my cheeks and scolds me:“Come on, little bear, we’ve got general assembly today, I don’t want to be late!” I can see she’s not kidding, I jump right out of bed, God it’s cold, I brush my teeth with some horrible toothpaste, tastes like soap, cold water, don’t know what’s wrong with this tap, why is there no hot water?...
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I feel I’m going to burst out laughing, but I hold it in and I ask her ironically but seriously:
“Where are you going? Do you have a striptease class today? Or a fancy-dress ball?”
She looks at me seriously, grabs my cheeks and scolds me:“Come on, little bear, we’ve got general assembly today, I don’t want to be late!” I can see she’s not kidding, I jump right out of bed, God it’s cold, I brush my teeth with some horrible toothpaste, tastes like soap, cold water, don’t know what’s wrong with this tap, why is there no hot water?...
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... Trag usor un colt al plapumii, mijesc un ochi catre ea si zaresc o imagine apocaliptica. Luiza, sora-mea, isi trage un ciorap subtire pe sub o fusta lunga, plisata, bleumarin. Imi preling privirea in sus de-a lungul fustei, anti-gravitational. Ea e! Dar are o bluza alba, inţepata cu insigne ca un insectar, o cravata rosie cu vipusca tricolora, pe piept troneaza un snur rosu, innodat parca marinareste si pentru a completa, pe umeri poarta trese.
Ma pufneste rasul, dar ma abtin si o intreb ironic, dar serios:
- Un’te duci? Ai ora de striptease? Sau aveti banchetul mascat?
Ea ma priveste serioasa si, prinzandu-ma de obraji, ma apostrofeaza:
- Hai, ursulet, ca azi avem careu, n-am chef sa intarzii! Vad ca nu-i de gluma, sar din pat, brrr, ce frig e, ma spal pe dinti cu o pasta infecta, parca-i sapun, cu apa rece, nu ştiu ce are robinetu’ asta, n-are calda? ...
(mai mult)
Ma pufneste rasul, dar ma abtin si o intreb ironic, dar serios:
- Un’te duci? Ai ora de striptease? Sau aveti banchetul mascat?
Ea ma priveste serioasa si, prinzandu-ma de obraji, ma apostrofeaza:
- Hai, ursulet, ca azi avem careu, n-am chef sa intarzii! Vad ca nu-i de gluma, sar din pat, brrr, ce frig e, ma spal pe dinti cu o pasta infecta, parca-i sapun, cu apa rece, nu ştiu ce are robinetu’ asta, n-are calda? ...
(mai mult)