POPA (MARE) IULIA-GEORGIANA, MTTLC, ANUL II

GENIANE

de Cella Serghi

Colegii se mbulzeau n jurul ei.

Her classmates were crowding around her.

Bravo, Rada, ai luat examenul !

Well done, Rada, you have passed the exam !

Era aprins la fa, btioas.

She was red-faced and ambitious.

Nu am ctigat la loterie !

I havent won the lottery !

Examenul e o loterie, orice ai vrea s spui.

The exam is a lottery, whatever you may want to say.

i cei trei ani de munc, ce sunt ?

But what do the three years of work mean?

On the stage, her fair countrywomans face wearing no make-

Pe scen, nefardat, chipul ei de ranc blaie prea spelb. De

up seemed to be pale. At a short distance, I could see her arched

aproape, i regseam fruntea boltit, faa cu reliefuri sculptate, pielea

forehead, her face with sculpted shapes, her skin with pearled

cu reflexe sidefii. Parc din fiecare unghi btea altfel lumina pe

reflections. It seemed that the light shone on her cheek from every

obrazul ei. Prul, legat de o parte i de alta a urechilor, ca dou

corner. Her hair, tied on both sides of the ears, like two shaving

pmtufuri de ras, lucea n diferite nuane aurii i-i ddea un aer

brushes, was shining in different golden casts and gave her a childish

copilros i agresiv. Ochii, apoi, aveau culoarea lacului n care se

and aggressive appearance. Her watery eyes had the colour of the

oglindesc frunzele, pe care l nverzesc algele. Gtul se ntindea ca

lake, in which are reflected the leaves that are turned green by the

un nufr, cnd vrea s ajung la suprafaa apei. Snii, strni prea

algae. Her neck was craining like a water lily, when it wants to reach

tare de pieptarul rochiei, se umflau de parc inima obosit, dup

the surface of the water. Her breasts, too tightened in the dress, were

urcu, i cuta ritmul obinuit. ncins cu un cordon de catifea

boosting as if the tired heart, after the climbing, was searching for its

negr, talia era ngust i rochia verde se nfoia pe un jupon scobit.

normal beat. Tightened with a black velvet belt, her waist was

Nu tie s se mbrace, spunea Agata, n-are pic de gust i calc

POPA (MARE) IULIA-GEORGIANA, MTTLC, ANUL II

GENIANE

de Cella Serghi

apsat, ca un clu de munte! Acum, cu tocuri nalte, prea zvelt,

narrow and the green dress was swelling like a hollow petticoat. She

iar autoritatea cu care strigase studentului: Jos de pe scen,

doesnt know how to get dressed, Agata said, she has no taste at

Florea,am s joc eu rolul tu, mi tiase respiraia.

all and she steps firmly like a little mountain horse! Now, shes
seemed to be lither, with that high heels and the authority she cried

Mi-a plcut curajul dumitale, i-am spus, lsndu-i

libertatea de a m recunoate sau nu !

to the student: Get down the stage, Florea, Im going to act your
role, took my breath away.

Nu tiu dac se poate numi curaj.

n orice caz ai jucat o carte mare ! intereni Lia, ostil.

I admired your courage, I told her, letting her recognise

me or not !

Mi-am jucat viaa.

I dont know if it may be called courage.

Sacrificndu-l pe Florea ?

Anyway, you played a great card ! Lia interfered with

Are proptele, altfel n-ar fi ndrznit s vin la examen

hostility.

direct de la crcium.

I played my life.

Eti ntotdeauna bine informat !

By sacrificing Florea?

M informeaz mirosul de uic. Florea trznea !

He has intercession, otherwise he hasnt dared to come

Nu era un moiv s-l faci de rs.

directly from pub to the exam.

N-avea dreptul s-mi dea peste cap examenul.

You are always well-informed !

Ai srit peste cal, Rada.

The plum brandy odour informs me. Florea had a bad

smell.

CELLA, S., Geniane, Ed. Porus, Bucureti, 1991.

That wasnt a reason for mocking him.

He had no right to bedevil my exam.
You exaggerated, Rada.