Text pt tradus din RO in EN

RO
Era o cas veche, cu etaj i mansard, gata s cad pe ea. Zidurile erau tirbe, crmizile se artau
obscene, tencuiala se topea vznd cu ochii. Nu--cum dracu rezista andramaua asta, m-inchipuiam c
dac trece vreun tramvai tropind o drm la primu ignal. Dar tramvaiul nu mai trecea de 15 ani pe
acolo. Caua Leinat locuia la parterul cldirii acum, dup atta timp am o oarecare indulgen fa
de ea, nu a czut, nu a rnit pe nimeni, acolo doar alcoolul ucide de fapt tria ntr-un parter adncit cu
un metru sub pmnt eh, soarta ironic, i obinuia din vreme pe beivi cu glodul Caua asta era o
bodeg dat naibii
Era n preajma Crciunului, afar era aa i aa, nc se mai putea bea o lad de bere fr s faci ururi la
naret. Am ptruns n templul pierzaniei i soarta mea a fost btut n cuie. nuntru se ascultau
chansonete franuzeti, aproape n surdin, oricum prea c toat lumea e de acord cu Edith care nu
regret nimic.
Erau circa 10 persoane nuntru, douzeci de ochi tulburi aa am crezut prima dat, mai trziu am aflat
c m nelam cu aproape 3 i fiecare i vedea de treaba lui cu o migal sfnt. Nu vorbea nimeni, ns
era o splendoare s-i vezi, ca la un semnal ridicau toi paharele i sorbeau dou nghiituri mici, dup
care le aezau pe mas, se auzea un singur gl i un singur clap i totui exista o comunicare, o
simeam, plutea n aer.
tiam c e un moment solemn, ns mi se uscase al naibii gtlejul, amiba mea din stomac cerea s fie
stropit, stropit tot mai tare pe msur ce cretea. Fr s mai atept, m-am insinuat ca o vorb dulce
lng bar, cu suficient tupeu i ceva bitari s iau dou beri, mie i tovarului meu. Barmanul, un tip
scund i gras, cu barb i mustei ncrunite, htru la muie i cu un defect la ochiu drept, o pat alb,
mi-a fcut semn s tac.
Stimai comesenii mei! E aproape srbtorile Crciunului, a muncit cu drag anu sta, fiecare cum a
putut, i la noi ca la orce firm de respect dm prima. Uite tencoru sta d cocardei e pentru voi,
trecei pe la bar la nea Gelu s v fac porie. Io nu poci sta c am de produs, da srbutori fericite!

EN
It was an old house, with floor and attic, ready to fall on it. The walls were toothless, the bricks looked
dirty, the plaster visibly was melting. I do not know how the hells withstand this dump, I figured if any
tram clattering to pass, it will crumble it at the first signal. But the tram did not pass by from 15 years
there. The fainted bitch lived on the ground floors of that building - now, after all this time I have some
indulgence towards her, did not fall, did not hurt anyone, there just alcohol kills - actually she lived in a
ground floor deepened by one meter below ground - eh, the ironic fate, it used the drunks from a while
with the mud - this bitch was a hell of sideboard
It was around Christmas time, outside was so and so, still it could drink a case of beer without making
icicles to the gig. We entered the temple of perdition and my destiny was set in stone. Inwards listened
to French chansonettes , almost in a whisper, however everyone seemed to agree with Edith who does
not regret anything.
There were about 10 people inside, twenty troubled eyes - I thought so the first time later I found that I
was wrong with almost 3 - and everyone sees their own business with the holy carefulness. Nobody
talked, but it was a splendor to see them, that at a signal raised all glasses and drank two small sips,
after which places them on the table, could hear just single clap sound and still there was a
communication, I felt it, it was floating in the air.
I knew it was a solemn moment, but my throat were dry as hell, my stomach amoeba required to be
sprinkled, louder sprinkled as he grew. Without to wait, I insinuated myself as a sweet word next to the
bar with enough guts, and some bucks to get two beers, for me and my companion. The bartender, a
short, fat guy with beard and gray whisker, tricksy at blowjob with a defect to the right eye, a white
spot, beckoned me to shut up.
"Dear my fellow guests! It's almost Christmas holidays, 've worked with love this year, each as at 'could,
to us too as any firm we give respect first. Look at this cocarde's pile is for you, go to the bar to Uncle
Gelu to make you a portion. I cannot stand because I have to product, for Happy holidays! "