Art With Fiction and Poetry-Revista Scolara

Ministerul Educaiei i Cercetrii tiinifice
Inspectoratul colar Judeean Dolj

Liceul Teoretic Henri Coand Craiova
ART WITH FICTION

AND POETRY
NR.6/ 2015
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CRAIOVA, 2015
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Revista cu avizul ISJ Dolj nr. 3442/18.04.2013

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ART WITH FICTION AND POETRY 2015

Contents
OUR ART WITH FICTION AND POETRY ...................................................................................... 9
Istvaan's Demise................................................................................................................................. 11
Mihaila Bogdan, Tanase Mihail-Madalin, 9th grade ...................................................................... 11
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana-Adina ......................................................................................... 11
M. Eminescu National College, Buzau ...................................................................................... 11
Love the yardstick of your self ....................................................................................................... 13
Bdulescu Theodora-Denisa, Ioni Ionela, 12th Grade ................................................................. 13
MihaiEminescu National College, Buzau .................................................................................. 13
Soul's rite of passage .......................................................................................................................... 15
Ungureanu Lidia, Negoeas Ana-Maria, 12th grade ....................................................................... 15
M. Eminescu National College, Buzau ...................................................................................... 15
We need to talk .................................................................................................................................. 16
Iorga Noemi Teona, 11th grade ....................................................................................................... 16
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana .................................................................................................... 16
Mihai Eminescu National College, Buzu ................................................................................. 16
Tenjirou, bane of his enemies ............................................................................................................ 17
Huzu Rzvan, Bari Brandon, 12th grade ....................................................................................... 17
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana, ................................................................................................... 17
The story of a broken heart ................................................................................................................ 20
Raducan Daria, Vaduva Maria Gabriela,9th grade ......................................................................... 20
Coord.Teacher : Caloian Liliana-Adina ......................................................................................... 20
"M. Eminescu" National College, Buzau ....................................................................................... 20
Cursed or blessed? ............................................................................................................................. 20
Zaharia Malina-Florentina, 9th grade ............................................................................................. 20
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana .................................................................................................... 20
Mihai Eminescu National College, Buzau ................................................................................. 20
I'm sorry! ............................................................................................................................................ 23
Ion Mihai Georgian, 9thgrade ..................................................................................................... 23
Coord.Teacher: Caloian Liliana ..................................................................................................... 23
"M. Eminescu" National College, Buzau ....................................................................................... 23
Disclosure........................................................................................................................................... 24
Potec Milena, Barbu Mirela-Isabela, 12thgrade ............................................................................. 24
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'' M. Eminescu National College, Buzau ...................................................................................... 24
The mask ............................................................................................................................................ 24
Rusen Calin, Tudor Laurentiu, 11th grade ..................................................................................... 24
Teacher: Caloian Liliana-Adina ..................................................................................................... 24
'' M. Eminescu National College, Buzau ...................................................................................... 24
Family, Sweet Familiy ....................................................................................................................... 25
Andra Bl, 7th grade ..................................................................................................................... 25
Coord. Teacher: Lidia Cazacu ....................................................................................................... 25
Mircea Eliade Secondary School ................................................................................................... 25
Future ................................................................................................................................................. 26
Carla-Maria Mateescu-Brbulescu, 7th grade ............................................................................... 26
Coord. Teacher: Lidia Cazacu ....................................................................................................... 26
Mircea Eliade Secondary School ................................................................................................... 26
Blooming An Essay on Self-Evolution ........................................................................................... 26
Iovnesc Luana, 9th grade ............................................................................................................. 26
Coord. Teacher: Toldea Liliana ..................................................................................................... 26
Traian Lalescu College of Informatics........................................................................................... 26
Its Snowing Again! ........................................................................................................................... 30
Kali Erika Melinda, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade ................................................................................. 30
Life of My Sorrows ............................................................................................................................ 31
Bordieanu Anda, Slegean Flavius Andrei, 12th grade ................................................................. 31
Magic Winter ..................................................................................................................................... 35
Mustea Teodora, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade ...................................................................................... 35
The English Side of Things ................................................................................................................ 35
Dancea Radu, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade ........................................................................................... 35
The Lost Dream of the Horse ............................................................................................................. 36
Florea Iulia, Hurmuz Laura, 8th grade ........................................................................................... 36
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Ho,ho,ho, there we go! Winters here!............................................................................................... 38
Goga Georgiana, Faluta Ana 4th grade ........................................................................................... 38
Henri Coanda High School ............................................................................................................ 38
Coord. Teacher: Corina Vasile....................................................................................................... 38
Please, Go Away! ............................................................................................................................... 38
Stefanescu Madalina, 12th grade ................................................................................................... 39
Coord. Teacher: Pasare Denisa ...................................................................................................... 39
Life and death..................................................................................................................................... 39
Bodog Ruxandra, 9th grade ........................................................................................................... 39
Coord. Teacher: Georgescu Catalina ............................................................................................. 39
Emanuil Gojdu National College ................................................................................................... 39
Dear Santa .......................................................................................................................................... 41
Haralambie Petru, 8th grade........................................................................................................... 41
Coord. Teacher: Haralambie Monica ............................................................................................. 41
Keep Fit! ............................................................................................................................................ 41
Mirea Ion George Daniel, 7th grade .............................................................................................. 41
Coord. Teacher: Ionescu Cristina Luciana .................................................................................. 41
Petresti Gherghesti Secondary School ........................................................................................ 41
Hooray, Christmas is Coming!........................................................................................................... 42
Rares Popa, 6th grade...................................................................................................................... 42
Coord. Teacher: Velicescu Daniela ............................................................................................... 42
Traian Secondary School ............................................................................................................ 42
My doll, my dog , my cat ................................................................................................................... 43
Condoiu Antonia , 5th grade .......................................................................................................... 43
Coord. Teacher: Dinu Andreea ...................................................................................................... 43
Traian Seondary School ................................................................................................................. 43
Creativity............................................................................................................................................ 43
Bodog Teodora, 9th grade .............................................................................................................. 43
Coord. Teacher: Georgescu Catalina ............................................................................................. 43
Emanuil Gojdu National College ............................................................................................... 43
Friendship........................................................................................................................................... 44
Mijlic Diana, Andrei Georgiana, 6th grade .................................................................................. 44
Coord.Teacher: PlugaruAlina ........................................................................................................ 44
NicolaeBlcescu Secondary School,Piteti ................................................................................ 44
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A Strange Christmas Gift ................................................................................................................... 45
Rosca Amalia, Brnescu Roberto, 5th grade ................................................................................. 45
Coord. Teacher: Balosache Daniela ............................................................................................... 45
Decebal Secondary School............................................................................................................. 45
The Hidden Rose ................................................................................................................................ 46
Bildea Alexandra- Maria, 12th grade ............................................................................................. 46
Ostroveanu Maria, 11th grade ........................................................................................................ 46
Coord. Teacher: Carmen Malaet .................................................................................................... 46
Elena Cuza National College ......................................................................................................... 46
Haunted House ................................................................................................................................... 50
Netrepeiu Lorena, Tirean Pamela, 12th grade ............................................................................... 50
Coord. Teacher: Ciocan Carmen .................................................................................................... 50
Dionisie Pop Marian Economical College, Alba Iulia .............................................................. 50
The Christmas Tree ............................................................................................................................ 50
Frunz Vlad-Andrei, 6th grade ...................................................................................................... 50
Coord. Teacher: Ptru Cornelia ..................................................................................................... 50
Mircea Eliade Secondary School, Craiova ................................................................................ 50
Christmas Confession ........................................................................................................................ 52
Oance Robert, Constantin Madalina , 9th grade ............................................................................ 52
Coord. Teacher: Mihulescu Angela Cristina.................................................................................. 52
Technical College of Food Industry............................................................................................... 52
Friendship........................................................................................................................................... 52
Burcioiu Miruna, 5th grade ............................................................................................................. 52
Coord. Teacher: Pduraru Daniela ................................................................................................. 52
,,Sfntul Nicolae Secondary School, Pietroia ............................................................................ 52
Summer Rain...................................................................................................................................... 53
Minca Florin Catali, 11th grade ..................................................................................................... 53
Coord. Teacher:Tecu Elena Diana ................................................................................................. 53
Henri Coanda High School, Craiova.............................................................................................. 53
Ana and Alexandra Saved The Land of the Almonds ....................................................................... 54
Oana Maria Bacaran, 6th grade...................................................................................................... 54
Coordinating teacher: Maria-Cristina Rotaru ................................................................................ 54
Tudor Arghezi High School ....................................................................................................... 54
My dear Nessebar............................................................................................................................... 56
Calin Andrei 8th grade .................................................................................................................... 56
Coord. Teacher: Matresu-Binjung Valentina ................................................................................ 56
G-ral David Technical College ...................................................................................................... 56
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The Treasure of the Cave People ....................................................................................................... 56
Nicusor Blaa, Ana-Maria Dima, 9th grade .................................................................................. 56
Coord, Teacher: Corina Vasile....................................................................................................... 56
The Mysterious City........................................................................................................................... 57
Marmol- CernatAlissa, 9th grade .................................................................................................... 57
Coord. Teacher: Corina Vasile....................................................................................................... 57
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OUR ART WITH FICTION AND POETRY

Art with Fiction and Poetry competition has become a tradition in the past few years. The number of
participants grows each year. The seriousness and the professionalism of all the young students who participate
impress me and the other readers of this magazine.
Poems, fiction and drama can equally be found in this number. The writers surpassed themselves in
creating great pieces of literature and arts. Drawings that can make even the keenest critic change his or her
mind. Phrases that can make a great writer think deeply upon the meaning. By all means, there is a variety of
words used with a purpose: to impress the audience and submit meanings.
We have a great number of younger students that participated this year. To our surprise they wanted to
show their great power of imagination and their commitment to art: literature and drawings/painting. We
could say that the theme of this year was mainly winter, with poems or plays dedicated to it. But the quality
of essays grew considerably during the past years! There are many essays that focus on narratives or
descriptions, too! In a way, there is a shift in terms of essay choices: everyone prefers those connected to
exams. This is not a bad thing; it just reinforces the need for such competitions as Art with Fiction and Poetry
Great job to the teachers that got involved in this great project! You made quite an effort in preparing
your kids for this. I noticed a great collaboration between the English and the Arts teachers as well. To go back
to what I said last year: You all did it, again!
Congratulations to all of you!
General Coordinator
CORINA VASILE
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ISTVAAN'S DEMISE
Mihaila Bogdan, Tanase Mihail-Madalin, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana-Adina
M. Eminescu National College, Buzau
20 minutes to insertion ! announced the Pelican's pilot
Alright Dawn Officers,our objective is on the far side of the Fuchs district,according to the militia's report
several rebels have taken a factory that belongs to Adept Zael's Titan Forge,we must secure the site and
eliminate any rebel elements,emphasis on eliminate.,said Joshua Wolfe the commander of the Dawn
OfficersThe Dawn Officers were the military element of the aristocracy of Auriga,the Homeworld of the
Vaulters, a long lost strain of humanity that survived "The Regression" through severe political changes.
Nowadays humanity was once again united through an alliance called "Unity" formed between the Terrans
that re-evolved on Earth,Vaulters and the remaining Humans of the Old Times who were at the time of "The
Regression" in a military expedition on the far fringes of the galaxy, therefore they were saved from that
malicious time in which humanity faced their worst fear even though now they were few in numbers. The
Vaulters called them Elders after a Terran word
Check your gear boys, this is going to be one helluva show.
You never fail to amaze me, Gustav.
That's why I am so charming,Varus.
That's not what your wife told me !
The company burst into laughter as the Pelican descended into the smog-covered district of Fuchs which was
the largest industrial district of Istvaan III,the only habitable planet of the Istvaan system. The ramp of the
large troop carrier opened and the Dawn Officers descended into natural light. Wolfe took a prideful look at
his men and their sleek black armor. The armor of a Dawn Officers was a modular combat exo-skeleton that
was airtight and protected by a number of depleted deuterium plates and their helmet had a V -shaped visor
that provided extensive combat expertise and intelligence regarding the current state of the battlefield. A
regular militia soldier approached the commander and stared at him in awe.
Corporal Dimitri,5th militia company of Istvaan at your command sir !
At ease corporal,what's the situation of the rebels ?
They're entrenched in the factory,the thermal scanner showed us that there are at least 350 rebels near the
core power plant,we believe that they might try to create a meltdown.
This is a minor factory, corporal,they would achieve nothing more than its destruction.
Sir my father worked in this factory,- a mournful expression appeared on his face,Adept Zael produces
Thermal Cyclonic Missiles in this region,the meltdown would result in a chain explosion that could affect the
stability of the planet itself.
Sergeant Karum,gather the men we're moving out ! barked Commander Wolfe.
The sight that awaited them was a gruesome reminder that war was not a beautiful thing. Hundreds of workers
had been slaughtered,their corpses were like fallen statues of the old Hellenic artists of the Terran
civilization,grim sights that proved that all that it takes to end the life of a person is a squeeze of the trigger.
What a bloody mess ! said Varus
Yeah , this is a mess alright,damn savages... agreed Gustav.
Cut the chatter you two,we are approaching the enemy lines !
Stop trying to act like you don't care Karum,I can read the horror in your voice.
You know nothing of me, Gustav.
I know more than you can imagine.
Karum grunted and slowly moved towards the entrance of a large hall
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The cooling chamber,we're close. said Garrus the heavy gunner.
I hope your right,I'm freezing in here...
Several thermal sightings,approaching from all sides !
Ambush !
Defensive formation,take cover ! yelled Wolfe.
Rugged,scarred men approached the Officers' position from all entrances. Then hell ensued. Hundreds of
Avenger rifles started spitting rounds towards Commander Wolfe's men yet with little effect against their
armour since their caliber was inferior compared to their plating. On the other hand, the Mattock rifles wielded
by the Dawn Officers were more than enough to deal with the threat and dozens of rebels fell before they
rushed to engage in a deadly melee.
Switch to rapiers ! ordered Karum
The Rapiers were curved swords but they had a modern twist,along its blade a rapier had a laser beam that
could cut through almost all metals rendering them extremely deadly. In no more than 10 minutes, around a
hundred rebels laid dead on the cooling halls floor either shot or chopped to pieces.
They're trying to slow us down.
Indeed Garrus they do,they wouldn't have attacked us
so recklessly if they had known they had had the
meltdown.
"Core temperature rising,technical squad required in
engineering room 7" alerted an alarm.
Move out squad, the control room is up ahead !
A hundred ebony armoured men bursted into a large
control room,their armour gleaming against the red
alarm lights. A large man stood in the center,his
physique denoted the fact that he was a Terran.
Williamson.
Wolfe.
-Step away from the console !
I won't Wolfe and you know it damn well, this whole
Unity thing does nothing more than enslave Terrans.
Enslave them in what manner ? By reuniting all
humans under the banner of cooperation and progress
?
You're nothing more than a zealot to your lost cause
Wolfe and the people of this planet will pay for that
fact.
Williamson pulled his pistol but Wolfe was faster than
him,what followed was a thing of legend. The rebels accompanying their leader were grizzled veterans,well
equipped and especially cruel. Despite their experience,they were no match for a company of Dawn Officers.
The firefight was short lived with an absolute winner. But in the bloody aftermath,among sirens and red light
there was still a distinct sound.the sound of clashing swords.Wolfe's rapier was moving in a gracious manner
while Williamson's masterfully crafted energy longsword was handled in an artless yet deadly display of
power. With a low placed thrust against the Dawn Officers' groin,the rebel leader managed to force the
commander in a defensive stance. Blow after blow came upon Wolfe until he saw wariness in the rebel's eyes
and with a quick sweep of his rapier he decapitated his enemy.
Combat Engineer Murradin,stop the meltdown !
It's too late sir,the generators are going critical.
Commander, we must leave before the remaining rebel elements return, said Karum
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Garrus,activate the teleportation locator,we're leaving.
And so,in a bright flash of light the company left the future wasteland.Upon the bridge of the Vaulter ship
Auriga's Might, the bridge crew were watching in shock as Istvaan's southern hemisphere was turning into a
sea of fire,everyone except for Primarch Valum of the Elders. Several hours later, beneath the slow rumble of
engines a voice whispered into Wolfe's ear:
Will your people demand blood to be spilled ?
Yes... came the distant voice of a shattered mind.
Then make sure that the insurrectionists pay.
I will ,Primarch,but the Elders must appease my people and stop this madness
We will Commander,we will...
The aftermath took the lives of a hundred million Vaulters and turned to dust a whole continent. And yet,it
was only the beginning...
LOVE THE YARDSTICK OF YOUR SELF

Bdulescu Theodora-Denisa, Ioni Ionela, 12th Grade
MihaiEminescu National College, Buzau
Around here, people have mandalas hanging in the corners of their eyes. Some of them are blinking
so fleetingly that their eyes become dark, sweet. The alleys are narrow. We can often feel the alluring smell of
butter croissants and flat white coffee, particularly on the late summer evenings. The cobbled streets are
romantically meandering and the flower-girls look like royal dressmakers. Florid bicycles, veils, cordial small
talks, antique bookstores, fortune cookies, cafs with big green Irish doors, with golden handles and little
windows, theyre all bustling. When it is raining, nothing remains unheeded.
Yet, the outskirts are bleak, blue and grey. Some people wait on the bedside doing nothing. Likewise,
they purposely let their shoes dampen. Others open their windows and spitefully expose their time-bent family
cutlery. At night, intermittent lights are wandering on young girls' bellies as we can hear dangerous, whispered
mermaid songs. The buildings stand in purple shadows. The moon is heavy and opaque. At night, everything
sews itself together, everything is cobwebbed. Tough souls are snuggling. When its raining, nothing remains
unheeded.
But madam, the costs are too big! We risk losing even the little money we still have.
This is the last time Im telling you, Georg: I am your boss! Dont bite the hand that feeds you! Do as
I say!
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Yes, madam.
Yes, maam, yes maam. You just dont get a thing, do you?
Would you like to come for dinner, madam?
I would. At seven, as usual?
Better at eight. Samantha is getting home later today.
Ok. Ill see you then. Now, out!
As Georg is leaving, the room gets darker. In one corner, right next to the window, Miss J. folds her
arms. In her mind a French refrain keeps repeating itself, devoid of any musicality. Beyond the thick doors of
her office it is noisy and cold. On the other side of the road she sees an old red car in the middle of the little
park that crosses the path of hurried people, squashing the grass. The dusk sets in slowly, like a shell.
Miss J. leaves the building. The heavy chink of the last door reminds her that tonight shell sleep alone
again, that her bed is cold, that she is getting old. She is wearing light sandals. Her necklace with a small
pendant is softening the parallel lines of her hair. On her right shoulder she holds a big liquid-purple purse.
She carefully sidesteps the ponds. Her eyelids reveal her sadness and her intelligence. She feels tired, but not
as if she needed sleep. She feels unquiet but nothing seems to ever truly bother or touch her. Every time she
feels like that, her lips slightly taper and between her eyebrows a fine line seems to be drawn. She remembers
all kinds of things when shes alone but the first thing shes amazed remembering now is the dream of last
night written in her mind with a marvellous precision, strangely sewn over time: It is for seven years that Ive
been dreaming the railway station from Yu Xiang, crowded by cold-stooping Westerners burdened with inner
fever and sick of oversleeping just as of lukewarm fat meat tins. On the wall displaying a huge watch was
written with Greek characters, as a lavish trick of existence: Rose. The hollow gray-tinted bulb hanging in the
middle of the room would for certain touch their shoulders, should they decide, under the pressure of some
collective momentum, to stand up. Each of them was holding tightly in their left hand a bouquet of roses.
Their utter tidiness is beyond my emotional endurance. Eight roses in every bunch, from eight to eight,
describing shades from golden yellow to antique bronze from diaphanous pink to fiery red, gently and soberly
subjugate the latent looks bursting of worthlessness and the hands curdled in the clench. Its for seven years
that Ive been dreaming it!
When she was 23, she had moved to her grandmothers house, and started reigning over her rose garden.
She now remembers the sweet root smell of autumn mornings. That was the most acutely-lived period of her
life; just like a tearing awareness. That comfort made her shrink as she couldnt assume all that beauty.
Miss J. arrives at Georgs house. Georgs her only employee and, basically, he does all the work. Hes
not poor but hes not rich either. He always saves money for Yves, his wonderful son. He and his family are
always kind. Miss J. doesnt often smile. While sitting at the hosts' modest round table, talking to Samantha,
she happens to recklessly laugh. On realizing it, she finds herself at the door, leaving almost without saying
goodbye, just like a sheer weird grouchy old woman.
Astounded by her own rashness, she walks home. The lines of her body preserve the dignity from the
times when she learnt that love should pass by in a world where everyone learns how to love and not how to
defend themselves equally. In the lava castle of love, a rose droops its head, dies in a corner and tears the love
equilibrium.
Miss J. was born in the dark side of the town. She lives there, she works there, she sleeps there too. The
nights are frightening but shes one of those tough souls. Miss J. is related to Georg. He comes from the bright
side of the town. Miss J. loves the bright part of the town but she could never live there for shes never thought
of herself as being good enough and she is sure that neither have they, the bright ones. And shes aware of it.
The daily discomfort culminates with the ease brought about by the revolt of her seething inner world.
If only she knew how beautiful she was. If only she wouldnt lack courageIts in our power and we
shall all be artists when we create ourselves. Then we shall meet us and never let us go because we lose so
many things in life's wavering. The plot twist is that those things are not even things, theyre feelings and
values. And to top it all, there is no barrier between ones dark side and the bright one. You can deliberately
travel and choose.
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SOUL'S RITE OF PASSAGE
Ungureanu Lidia, Negoeas Ana-Maria, 12th grade
M. Eminescu National College, Buzau
After our beloved grandmother's
sorrowful funeral, I had an
interesting and unexpected
conversation with my younger
sister. We were yearning
memories from our childhood,
which included this amazing
person who had taken care of us
just like our mother when, out of
the blue, my sister asked me why
time has to pass by so fast. And
this thing started me thinking...
Why do we have to
remember beautiful memories
instead of living them over and
over again? Why does time
have to pass by anyway? Why
do our splendid moments of life
last so little? These are some
questions making us all
wonder...no exception. Now, we feel
young and free, we think the world is our
oyster, our souls are full of joy and hope, and tomorrow
may come as if we had never existed in this ephemeral life. Our life
is exactly the same as the butterflys: we live for a short period of time like a
caterpillar, then we rise and become a butterfly - this is when we feel our life is eternal and then, suddenly, we become history, and finally fossils. To confirm it in biblical terms, the human
is like a star which appears briefly, for a couple of minutes, then evaporates and nobody remembers anything
about it.
There comes a time in our life when those innocent cheeks are transformed into a cobweb of wrinkles,
when those fine and delicate hands turn into artificial branches, when those bright and blue eyes become dusty
film reels that contain touching and unforgettable memories. There inevitably comes a time in our life when
we get old. Women do not like to admit it, and neither do men. But it does not stop time from being limited.
Or actually, we are limited compared to time. We live those amazing moments, those magical memories, and
then, we become empty, we lose our hope, we lose our faith, we forget about The One who created life, we
neglect God. We are not thankful for all the memories we have, for the fact that we have dozens of stories to
tell our grandchildren, and instead we complain that life is too short. I know, it is, but God knows why He
created it like this. Maybe if life were longer, we would not have managed to handle all the problems and
uncertainties.
Time is our biggest enemy. Time is most insensitive, heedless and rough. Its heart does not melt when
hearing our problems, its eyes do not burst into tears when seeing us cry, its hands do not cover our poor body
when we are in trouble. Yet we cherish it so much! And the situation can never change, because we build our
living on time. We will eventually become old and helpless. The only thing we will wait for will be the end.
And the worst part is that we are powerless, we cannot change this!
We are now glorious. We are happy. We live. Unavoidably, this will change. But the idea of passing
should not stop us from living our lives the way we want them, from amassing thousands of memories, from
having the sweet-bitter satisfaction that we do not regret anything we have done. Time is our biggest enemy,
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but giving your worst enemy a pure and bright smile may kill it inside. But our soul can never ve destroyed,
nor defeated, it mirrors our life with all its stages, the ups and down, the sunny moments and the patches of
fog, all our becoming, changing, redefining.
WE NEED TO TALK
Iorga Noemi Teona, 11th grade
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana
Mihai Eminescu National College, Buzu
Dep. Deep Dep.
Yup, thats how I like to be called. Okay?
Im not a fan of Depp, nor of Deep Purple, actually Im not a human anyway. People detest me and those who
literally know who I am, are stigmatized. Why am I so misunderstood? Would you do the same to me?
Please give me a chance.
For instance, I will describe myself as a person to make you understand better.You can find me anywhere.
Everyone recognizes me. Im a part of them and if I didnt exist, you and the others wouldnt appreciate the
most beautiful moments you
are surrounded by. Im judged all
the time. All suffer because of
me. Many times Im acused of
killing people, can you
believe
that?
People think that Im here
to
consume
everything is good in
this world and I
cant stand these
rumors. Thats
enough! Why dont
they understand
that they are the
guilty ones? They
feel
hopeless,
helpless, aggressive
because of their
self-esteem!
Did you find
out who I am?
Maybe yes,
maybe not, it doesnt
matter.
Please, keep reading
what
Im
saying, this could be the
only way to
change peoples mind. Im
sorry for being so
desperate but I have the
right to protect myself.
Let me explain. I will begin with a classic
question. Who are you? Dont
tell me your name and all we can find in your
indentity card, I need just a
simple answer. If you cant, I will say what I personally think.
You, and all of the people are a
creation. You are a soul in a body. This little thing called soul is the biggest source of happiness you could
ever have. If you dont use it, you remain just with the body.Your body is important too, but what would you
choose? A black and white photo or a colored one? Your soul and body influence each other. You should listen
to your feelings more, not to act just in a rational way.
You have to balance these two elements and if you dont, you will meet me. Scientists called me depression.
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TENJIROU, BANE OF HIS ENEMIES
Huzu Rzvan, Bari Brandon, 12th grade
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana,
Ahead lies the battlefield,
scarred with the corpses of
the fallen,
Thousandfold pain, shields
broken, swords shattered,
yet he stands, sullen,
And empty, eager to fight
anyone that will try to
disobey his order,
When their eyes meet,
theyll pay the price for
crossing the border.
Not only does he have a
name, but also a code of
honour, unbroken by any
man,
Tenjirou stands defiant,
handling his sword with the
grace of a beautiful swan.
It may seem that war has
taken its toll on him, scars
are crossing his body,
But as he is here, alive and
kicking, his art of war seems
not to have been shoddy.
As the ones that came
before him, he has a vision,
a purpose, a dream to fulfill,
Hes come far, up to a point
where he doesnt spare
anyone and only knows how
to kill.
His heart is filled with pride,
his eyes are filled with
vengeance, fearless of
death,
He's sworn to bring
destruction upon any living thing that wants to draw their last breath.
This moment comes in handy for him to show his fighting skills, as the Great War begins,
All of the infidels and those who have done wrong will be absolved of their sins,
Purification by fire is the only demand of his code, trial by combat is the only way,
To show everyone that he is the true ruler and commander that they should not disobey.
Wearing battle-forged shinguards and a breastplate crafted by the gods,
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He needs not fear anyone on the battlefield as he doesnt fight against the odds.
The katana in his right hand, ready to serve him well, helping him to fulfill his deed,
At the end of this war he will not be among those who will excruciatingly bleed.
As the fight begins, willing to fight amongst his kin he charges into battle,
Making the souls of the enemies fade away and their rib cages rattle,
Soaking the soil with their forsaken blood, as the outcome is nearing venomously,
Making them battle their own demons and their life to shorten gloriously.
The final wave of enemies is ahead, with the cavalry roaring and stampeding,
His blade got a little bit dull and his armour is pierced and displaced,
He needs to find a place to rest, his mind needs clearing and his wounds mending,
A valley of embers lies before him as he strengthens up for his enemies are to be faced.
He then calmly stands up, unsheathes his sword, looks at it closely and smiles,
The enemy are advancing and are no further away than a couple of miles.
Should he die, hell be honoured, should he live, he might remain crippled,
Decadence is upon him, but what must he do? He's sworn not to be enfeebled.
Running and slashing every enemy that tries to bring him down, hes eager for the conquest,
Not only does he wish revenge for his past troubles, but for his lifetime to be the longest,
Of all the warriors that he has met today. but what will happen in whats coming,
Will be the first of many things that will forge him is his becoming.
As the years pass, Tenjirou has gathered many other skills, but now hes a wanderer,
His battle-born attitude and iron will have not left him alone throughout the process,
But he was forgotten by the ones that he loved most, his people have torn him asunder.
Run down by his pride he now fears that he might even lose his inner thunder.
Shivers are sent down his spine at the sight of his archenemy, Kirinji, a cast-iron golem,
Bound to kill Tenjirou and bring him to the old ronins as he is summoned by them,
To kill him in his dreams, he hunts him endlessly and seeks an opportunity,
But Tenjirou has the Twin Blades of the Moon alongside him, providing unity.
Spirits unveil themselves as the blood moon grows bigger, swarming the land,
Is it an unholy blight or the land that will be burnt mercilessly, which they try to defend?
Come what may, the grey-bearded prideful samurai, Tenjirou, will not be defeated,
After this grief ends, he will bring light upon the forsaken land, having his deed completed.
The battle begins, knives are thrown at him but he manages to evade the ferocious attack,
Staring the spirits into their eyes and bringing to their attention that he will not fall back.
Unsheathing his swords, releasing a war-cry as he charges at the vile ones is what he wanted,
Trying to bring an end to their reign and to what now is, he stands undaunted.
He is cursed with ephemeral visions, but yet he manages to swing his sword twice,
Leaving both the golem and the spirits lying on the ground, cold as ice.
Escaping from the tower where the massacre happened, he returns to the forest,
Where he continues developing his skills in hunting, doing his best.
Then, two wild and unexpected wanderers come to visit his den, kind-hearted,
They bring him news of his now grown-up son, from whom he has been long departed.
Tears fall down from his eyes and he is brought to his knees, his son is being held captive,
His blood is boiling, his eyes are becoming bloodshot, the pain is truly massive.
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What must he do? Go after him and bring demise to all that have done wrong to his son?
Or must he straighten up and after killing his feelings, act like he loves no one?
However, he thanks both men for informing him, then he gears up for a brand new battle,
This one is not going to be easy, for he has new scores to settle.
Travelling through the misty mountains and cold plains, with no food left, he isnt starving,
As he feeds on his anger and rage, for every day spent before arriving, his skin he is carving.
His feet are sore from the sharp stones, and his hands are frozen from the icy touch,
He seeks a place to rest for the upcoming night, but he mustnt forget hes on a watch.
The end is nigh for our undefeated warrior, but once more he stands defiant in front of death,
It wont be anyone from this world that will be able to draw his last breath.
He has finally reached an unknown city, and by reading the signs on the outpost it must be it,
The place hes been looking for, with an army of a thousand men, but he cant stand defeat.
After all, its his son that he must rescue, not a damsel in distress, and entering the citadel,
He feels as if he has entered an unholy tomb full of curses or even the gates of hell.
Suddenly, hes knocked out by the guards, like they knew he was coming,
He can only hear the voice of his son shouting for help, and birds chumming.
He then finds himself in a cell, locked up in a dungeon full of rotting carcasses,
He can hear a necromancer chanting demonic rituals in order to mystify the masses.
Tenjirou is left with no chance of escaping the almighty prison,
Yet he is taken out and trialed for something he hasnt done, treason.
Brought to the noose, he takes a brief look at the crowd craving to see him die,
But these men do not know him, how can he be left with no option to try?
Tenjirou then pins his sight on some eyes he recognizes, but who is that man?
Who is the one that might have created this evil mastermind plan?
As he is ready to be hanged, that man comes and holds a speech in Tenjirous name,
Bringing both words of praise and mockery, as Tenjirou is preceeded by his fame.
Then, he steps down and stares at Tenjirou in the eyes, then breaks words,
Are you not even a little bit hurt by abandoning me in this war of two worlds?
I was left with no choice, you fool child, you couldnt ever understand!, Tenjirou cries,
His son then stabs him in the heart with his golden dagger, bringing his demise.
Istilllove you likethe first day you were born, this was the final speech,
Of a brave man that has never left anyone down, only to find himself dead in a ditch.
His story shall be remembered as one of a glorious man, that always took chances,
Never stood back, never backed down when he was to fight, and who always advances,
Not only in this life, but in the afterlife too, for he who gets rid of the pain of being a man,
Will redeem his purified soul in heaven, with an eternity as his immortal lifespan.
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THE STORY OF A BROKEN HEART
Raducan Daria, Vaduva Maria Gabriela,9th grade
Coord.Teacher : Caloian Liliana-Adina
"M. Eminescu" National College, Buzau
Do you know that timeless story

When a girl loves a boy
But he never says sorry,
Making her feel like a toy?
He doesn't even care
About that little one
He won't decide to spare
The wound that he's done.
Into her broken empty soul
He seems to be throwing rocks
She's no longer a lovely doll
Clad in wonderful frocks.
There are marks on her skin,
And her blood is flowing
Into that beautiful sin
Without him ever knowing.
And he never ever hears
Her caressing loving words,
Neither does he see the tears
Separating the two worlds.
Could he ever know how hard
She tries to become the ideal girl?
Could he ever understand her heart
Overcome by such a whirl?
CURSED OR BLESSED?
Zaharia Malina-Florentina, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Caloian Liliana
Mihai Eminescu National College, Buzau
It all started when she was only a little child, when she still had a family, when she was as free as a bird,
when everything was just an innocent game in her mind. When she knew nothing about what was going to
happen.
She was not an ordinary girl, and never had been. Aven was a special human being, either cursed or blessed.
Since she had been a little girl, she had known this, but the problem was that no one believed her, until she had
to prove it, in time. This had been her mistake... or her key.
Come on, I want to dress up like a princess. Will you help me to get that hat down? I cant reach it.
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No, come on! You are no longer a baby...
I am 6 years old, David. Kids of my age like to dress up like characters from fairytales when going to
parties. I want to be like them.
But you are nothing like them!
Its just a party! If you dont help me, Ill ask mom. Mooom!
Hearing her daughter yelling, 35-year-old Katherine, her mother, came hastily from the kitchen.
Whats wrong, sweetie?
Will you help me get that hat from there? I cant reach it, and David wont help me.
Katherine gazed down at her. She was just a little girl, she was beautiful, intelligent and charismatic at her
age. Katherine wondered why she had never had a true friend, only an imaginary one whom she had always
talked to. She was worried about her daughter. Yes, it was awesome that she had such a vivid imagination, but
too much was just too much.
Aven... she hissed, sadly. Lets sit down.
Aven did as shed told her, now sitting on her pinky blanket on the bed.
What is it, mom?
Aven, I know you really like talking to David, but you are grown up from now on. I think you dont need
him anymore. Its high time you make some real friends.
But he cannot leave. He wants to, but whenever he tries, it hurts me... physically. I think hes stuck with
me forever.
But he doesnt exist! How can he hurt you? Katherine said, getting annoyed.
Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? Hes real!
I see that the psychologist doesnt influence you too much... Katherine whispered to herself, bitterly.
I dont need any psychologist! David doesnt like her either! Aven raised her voice, in a crescendo of
defiance.
Dont you dare raise the voice at me, young lady!
Suddenly, the hat dropped from the closet, as if pushed by an invisible hand. It was so unexpected, that
Katherine startled and rose to her feet. She couldnt stand it anymore. At first, she had thought that a ghost was
in her house, but when Aven had told her that it was David, her friend, she had taken her to the psychologist
to make her stop believing that her imaginary friend existed and that he did all those things, that he played all
those pranks. Of course it didn't work. Aven was too convinced that David existed, and the paranormal
activity, as Katherine had named it, had begun to be more and more felt by her. Things would move around
her, seemingly hopping or dancing, whenever Aven was angry or happy. And Katherine was just a normal
person, she couldnt understand what was going on. She tried to make Avens life better, after she had adopted
her. But as she hadnt known her from the very beginning, from her early infancy, she failed to understand her
totally.
Thats why, as soon as she could, she left her alone for the second time in Avens life.
***
Uhh... ew, thats gross. What kind of food smells like this? Aven asked herself, or David, while she was
standing at a table in the cheapest restaurant she had ever imagined. The food was terrible there, but she
couldnt afford more than this. She couldnt find a job or a place to stay, and everybody who had ever met her
would believe that maybe she was insane. Thats why she decided to spend some time alone. Even if her body
was there, her mind was wandering far, far away. With David, because he was the only one who remained with
her, who had enough access to her mind to know her altogether.
That day, she was turning 17. She thought that, on her birthday, maybe something good would happen...
but she ended up alone, again.
Dont be sad. David said. Im here, with you.
Aven smiled. Of course he was, where else could he be?
In the last few years, she had been prone to depressions and wanted to die, because she had lost everything,
except him, but he couldnt let her do this. Deep in her mind, she knew somehow that if she died, he would
disappear forever, but she realized it after thinking about passing away. In her body were two souls, and Aven
knew that she wouldnt survive in the other world without him. She needed him. This is why she promised
herself to live, no matter what.
In those moments, she tended to think that David was a blessed gift, not a curse.
I wouldnt want to eat this even if you could stuff it in my mouth. Aven said, looking at the plate in
disgust.
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Lets get out of here. David said.
Yeah Aven said, getting her coat
and heading for the front door, while she
realized that the other people in the
restaurant started to cast frightful
glances at her just like she were a mad
girl, talking to herself.
But when she was on the verge of
opening it, someone else did it for her,
and he almost hit her. She wanted to
say Sorry, but when she raised her
head, she felt as if she couldnt talk
anymore. In front of her, the most
beautiful guy shed ever seen was
standing. His hair was dark and curly,
it looked like it were made of silk. His
cheeks were very red, maybe because
of the weather, she thought. She was
gazing into his eyes, an electric and
radiant blue, as the seconds passed,
but it seemed like forever. She started
to think that she had just fallen in love
at first sight, when his voice made her
startle.
Im sorry he said, instead of
her, and he seemed not to be sorry,
actually. Im... Adam.
I am Aven. she barely spoke,
faltering.
Nice name. he smiled. His smile was amazing, one of the most beautiful smiles.
Aven, dont... David started, but his voice was covered by hers.
Shut up!
What?Adam asked, but still smiling.
Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that the food is horrible here, so its pointless spending more time in
this place. I was leaving anyway.
Yes, youre right. Where do you want to go?
Aven smiled back. She was hoping to hear this question.
Id like to go for a walk.
Sounds great. Can I come?
No, dont even think about it. David said threateningly, in her mind.
Yes, of course. Aven said, outside.
So they left the restaurant and went outside. It was quite cold, like in the autumn evenings, but not too cold
for a walk. The moon was glowing above their heads, and the trees were dancing in the fall breeze. The leaves
were making a red and yellow carpet, on which Aven and Adam were stepping softly. On that night, she finally
felt that she was not alone anymore. If she had met any other boy, he wouldnt have been so interested in her.
But Adam was different. She couldnt tell why or how, but she knew it. They talked for hours and hours, and
Aven told him her life story, though she didnt tell him about David. Adam was following her carefully, staring
at her in an uncomfortable way. When she finally finished her story, Adam didnt say anything. He just bent
over her, and kissed her.
No, this is wrong!
I can do whatever I want to do, David. Its my life! Deal with this! she thought, while she was kissing
Adam.
But he suddenly pushed her back and glanced at her, while he was playing with her brown hair. Adam had
a strange look, as if he had always wanted her, and not anyone else. Its a nice feeling she thought. But at
some point, you have to wake up David added.
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Aven, I know you are special.Adam said.
Aven smiled. She was so innocent that she hadnt figured out what he meant.
I know about your soul.
Her smile slowly turned out into a grimace.
What!? How? Aven asked restively.
It doesnt matter how, I just know it. And the best part is that I am just like you. And I have never met
someone like you. It was only me, I felt so lonely for years, but then, I found them. They can help us answer
to all the questions we have. The scientists can make experiments on us, so we can know what...
NO! she yelled, totally terrified. Youre crazy. You really are!
No, Aven, listen to me! he grabbed her hand.
GET OFF!she shouted, and with this, her hand was getting struggling to get free from his firm grip,
without his permission. It was David who had acted.
Adam seemed terrified because he couldnt move any part of his body. Soon, his face turned into a violet
patch as David was strangling him, and Aven was watching the scene silently, horror-stricken, while tears were
inching their way their way out. David, you were right she thought. I shouldnt trust people anymore, they
dont understand. The right thing for us, is the wrong thing for them. And I cant live like this, being chased
my entire life. They have to understand that sometimes, wrong is right.
Suddenly, David stopped and let Adam drop on the ground, barely breathing. I know, and all I want is
that you should be safe he said, in her mind. Aven knew this, she had known it since she had been a little
child, that he was there to protect her. So she slowly came closer to Adam, and whispered:
I dont need to answer any questions and I dont need anyone else. I have him, and this is all I want.
Because he will be with me forever.
I'M SORRY!
Ion Mihai Georgian, 9thgrade
Coord.Teacher: Caloian Liliana
"M. Eminescu" National College, Buzau
Seeing that I had lost all self-control
I tried to mend what was going wrong.
When I looked into your tearful eyes
I wanted but failed -to say something nice.
It's hard to think of you all day long
But my love for you is like a song
Now I don't know what else to do,
I have got to explain it to you.
Had I known about your inner fear,
I'd have told you all my feelings, my dear
I can't understand why you've gone away,
Like a bullet failing to reach its prey.
Looking at a photo left behind
I'm striving again to explain
And if I were to turn time back,
These lines sadness would lack.
People say one must never say sorry
When one truly loves that's the story
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But, as these lines have been written,
I only want to be understood and forgiven
DISCLOSURE
Potec Milena, Barbu Mirela-Isabela, 12thgrade
'' M. Eminescu National College, Buzau
Let the water drown you

And your feelings flow
Let the sun warm you
And your youth glow!
Through the crystal water
Witches fly above,
You'll be sitting here
With your wicked love.
You'll be singing in a lane
The song flooding my veins
In the summer lovely rain,
And that's all it gains.
Slowly breaking apart,
I'm begging for your love
And my knees are hurt
In the forest of your heart...
Silly, silly little girl ,
Your thoughts are in a daze,
You've been dreaming angels
But you're still in a maze.
THE MASK
Rusen Calin, Tudor Laurentiu, 11th grade
Teacher: Caloian Liliana-Adina
'' M. Eminescu National College, Buzau
Two days ago, when I was strolling in a park, I spotted a piece of paper lying on a bench. On picking it up,
a strange sensation surrounded me as the tear-stained words were filling my head. : "The weather has been
arousing very unpleasant feelings inside me lately, especially because the sun stopped enlightening my
thoughts and warming my soul a month ago, things that are more than enough to change my mood.
Changes have started to appear in my daily life too, either because of a coincidence that came in an
inconvenient moment, or because I gazed out at the world with a pessimistic pair of eyes, blind eyes that could
only see cold colours, cold as my relationship with the society that I was living in.
I felt that I had started to be treated differently by my friends and family, but I could not tell why. Was I
supposed to change? And if yes, why? I tried so hard to conceal my feelings behind a fake smile, but soon I
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started to stop showing it, because nobody could see the pain, sadness and desperation that were tormenting
me. Instead, they would mercilessly spot all my mistakes and make bitter remarks, frequently fraught with
insults and sarcasm. This mask was both my enemy and my friend, protecting and locking my feelings at the
same time. I hated it, but it was indispensable. I hated it, I hated myself, I hated everybody.
I soon started to isolate myself by shoving the headphones in my ears, listening to sad music, crying and
asking myself idiotic questions about the differences between me and the others, being so mad and jealous
because they were happy. I thought that it would be so nice to fall asleep with a smile instead of a long and
painful sigh followed by cold shivers that were whipping my body harder and harder every time I wanted to
drift off to sleep.
I am cold, although I think that I am in Hell, tortured by the pain that leaves no visible marks, the pain hurts
the most, the pain that crushes the thought and enslaves the heart, the inner pain. I'm not myself anymore, I
feel like an empty shell incapable of true feelings.
There's nothing left to hide. there's nothing left behind
me. Sincerely, the mask."
When I read the last words, my eyes were filled with
tears. How can someone suffer like this? The
handwriting appeared to belong to a girl , although I was
not sure. I knew that fate wanted me to find that paper,
in order to help the poor soul, so I decided to wait for
him or her the next day on a nearby bench.
The next morning caught me in the park, sitting on a
bench and patiently waiting. As I was finishing my
coffee, a brunette girl sat on that bench. She pulled a
notebook and a pen out of her bag and started writing. I
saw the most beautiful brown eyes behind her glasses
and something told me that she was the one I was
looking for. When I approached her, she pulled her
headphones out of her ears. When she saw her paper in
my hand, she blushed. I took her hands gently and
whispered: "I want to help you, because no one should
be allowed to endure all this pain, but on one condition."
She hugged me, as I continued: "You have to take your
mask off."
FAMILY, SWEET FAMILIY

Andra Bl, 7th grade
Coord. Teacher: Lidia Cazacu
Mircea Eliade Secondary School
It's always there when you look back,
It keeps you safe , it keeps you warm,
Happy , in a sweety home,
All together , not alone.
I promise you'll be fine
Everything's gonna be alright
If your family's with you
Nothing bad will happen soon.
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Even if sometimes it shakes
All you need to do it's wait
In the end will be okay
Just give it the time it takes.
FUTURE
Carla-Maria Mateescu-Brbulescu, 7th grade
Coord. Teacher: Lidia Cazacu
Mircea Eliade Secondary School
Looking up at the blue sky

I see a sparkling cloud,
And I think confident
To the beautiful future.
The stars are thousands with golden
rays,
Beyond them, my thoughts,
Towards other horizons,
Towards other countries.
I want to fly,
To be a star,
And my dreams,
To be hung from stars.
BLOOMING AN ESSAY ON SELF-EVOLUTION

Iovnesc Luana, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Toldea Liliana
Traian Lalescu College of Informatics
"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse.
Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth."
The humid air in the room is slowly killing me. "Its cold, I sigh with a fragile voice. Im voided of both
clothes and feelings. I try to get up, but I cant. The Darkness is pulling me back in the rectangular building I
grew in; I grew from nothing but cementum and a disappearing smidgen of love.
The ground shakes. Again. And again and again and again and Im afraid oh, so afraid! and the
Darkness is laughing at me and Im crying and Im sorry and I dont want to leave, no!
The clock stopped ticking and Im one with the Darkness now. I am the Evil, the Mean and the Ordinary.
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This was, probably, the worst
nightmare I have ever had, because it
reflected exactly my biggest fear
not being able to rise, to bloom, to get
better and better, constantly turning
into the best version of myself. I am
afraid of not succeeding. I am afraid
of not evolving. I am afraid of hurting
people, of becoming the person they
all avoid and dislike.
Im so anxious and paranoid and
my self esteem is so damn low that
questioning my sanity is the only
thing Ive been doing, day or night,
since I was way too young to even
know what an existential problem
was. And like this never-dying crisis
wouldnt be enough, my mind is the
most vulnerable thing in the world, being unable to fight when its knocked down.
Or should I use past tense?
Over the years, I played a variety of roles in this huge theater that life is. They all have in common, of course,
the instability and the exuberance I guess I was born with. From a loving, brave and sweet child, I turned into
a sullen preadolescent and then into a calculated, though still impulsive from time to time, teenager.
These words sum up just vaguely the hundreds of persons I have been until now and the thousands of
feelings that possessed me, each stronger than its predecessors, on every single moment of my life.
Ever since I was little, Ive been obsessed with self-evolution. I have always wanted to become a successful
woman, to be appreciated and respected by others. Ive never been satisfied with what I did, with the results I
got; I have always wanted to get better. I mean I was, obviously, happy when complimented or realising how
good I was at a certain point, but my ambition and determination never let me think that the situation is not to
be improved.
I want to believe that all the standstills in my fifteen years of existence represent parts of the stairway on
my path to the summit. When reaching that highest point, I want to be able to declare proudly that my roots
have enriched noticeably nourished by nothing but my willpower and the positive, vibrant energy which never
left me, no matter how rough the circumstances were.
And if I am able to do that, I will be fulfilled and happy that, from a shivery flower of the field, Ive
metamporphosed into a whole garden, being, at the same time, the gardener and the little birds with their
elegant, ivory wings that spread the perfume of the ecstatic state of being all the way around.
Eleven years old. Braided hair, colourful clothes, dangling braceletes and dolls on the floor. "Barbie and
the Magic of Pegasus" running on TV. Im sitting at my desk with my pen in my mouth and my legs swinging,
recently recovered from an acute type of pneumonia.
Its almost ten p.m. and Im still working on my homework. "I must work intensely", I say to myself. "I
want to win this competition! I dont think that my teacher is aware of the fact that I can do it... but I will, I
will win and Ill make everyone be proud of me. So I must do it, I must stay awake, one more essay and Im
done."
But time flies by faster than we can imagine and what to me seemed to be an instant is actually a few
minutes past two hours. Two hours in which my state of mind was briskly changing from one moment to the
next. The words poured from my nib like they were water in the Niagara Falls, revealing my versatile nature.
Im so tired, so consumed by all these vivid feelings, so drained after being the Demiurge of my own
destiny and the creator of many, many others. With my head resting in my hands, I feel my eyes shutting and
my insides squirming at the thought that I will be, in a split second, the slave of my deepest fears and most
obscure temptations.
Writing has always helped me remain a down-to-earth person. It makes me realize what I do good and
what I do bad. It makes me figure out what I want from life, what I love and what I despise. It makes me think
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positively and understand that, just as I can make my characters paupers or, on the contrary, kings and queens,
I can make my life be either a miserable and painful or a worthy journey.
But these are the good things about writing. The downside is that it also makes me feel exposed in front
of my darkest apprehensions. It drives me to the point where I cant control myself anymore, I feel unsteady
and close to fall.
And the worst part is that once I pull the trigger I cant get back. The Darkness is free to do whatever his
Majesty wants to do to me. He can mess with me and drive me crazy. Hes dictating my actions and hes
humphing at me, seeing that Im afraid to fight back.
"But he doesnt want me to fight back", I say fearfully, hoping that he cant hear me now, while hes
taking a bath in my insecurity. "Or does he? Does he or does he not, this is the question, ladies and gentlemen!
Its a mystery, isnt it? The magnificent, powerful Darkness wants to play a game? So lets play a game! Hide
and seek, shall we?" Im speaking fast as I go upstairs and my voice is raising with every word I say. I enter
the bathroom and I see him grinning with his eyes wide open; he gets out through the window.
This acid remark that came from my inner substratum reminded me of a beautiful, yet quite sad, story
someone once told me.
In the olden days, there was the Whole and nothing more. He had only one wish: he dreamed of getting
bigger and better, even though he was being the best Whole he could and when I say "the best", Im alluding
to his previous versions, not to other Wholes, because there was just one.
As the Whole was evolving, he realized he was bored. Since he was one with the Universe and had never
seen another sparkle of life around, he thought he could give up a few bits of himself in order to create
something spectacular, a Puzzle.
He thought a Puzzle would be exactly the type of thing able to entertain him. So, he assembled all the
energy surrounding him and tried to break a third of him into small, small pieces. Sadly, he did not succeed.
The impact was so big that the Whole turned into one of the many, many Sections, each lively and very
stubborn.
Being so little and weak comparing to the other Sections, the Whole almost sank into depression. But a
very nice Section found him and brought the Light back into his eyes, that were nearly filled by Darkness. At
that moment, the Whole realized it was his duty to solve the living Puzzle and he knew that he had all the
power to do it; it was enough to have a single friend in that tumultuous fight.
"Youre the Whole and nature is the Section. Knowing that the only key to self-evolution is accepting your
former state and trying to improve it step by step, let your arms reach the sky and your fingers touch the clouds.
Grow!"
Oh, I will.
The music is playing loudly and this gloomy room is the best environment I can benefit of at the moment.
I need to hear my thoughts. Im thirteen and in a desperate pursuit of my true self.
Everyone is dancing but me. Im sitting on the red chair, the only red chair in here, to be more precise.
Hah, I like it, this crimson looks a lot like the bursting lava in my veins.
I came to myself a few seconds after the song has ended. Everyones quiet and someone is bringing in an
enormous cake that says "Happy fourteen, Eve!" My so-called friends they arent really my friends, of
course, because they know nothing about me are clanging their glasses of champagne and wishing "our dear
Eve" whats best. "Such hypocrites" I say to myself as I make my way to the bathroom.
I lock the door and I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look so deeply into my eyes that time becomes
more of an abstraction than ever. The memories are crowding in on me, images on fast forward are blending
together. One moment Im a kid on the playground, the next Im a leaf in late November at my own funeral.
I see myself on the edge of an abyss with a knife in my left hand thats full of blood. "Im a murderer", I
whisper as I realize what Ive done. The corpse finally hits the ground, but instead of a hoarse sound I hear
something echoing endlessly: "Youre not good enough, not good enough, not good enough..." and I feel my
back scraping against the cold floor tiles.
My head aches terribly. My backpack reduced the shock. I hardly manage to get up and, with shaky hands,
I wash my face. I look unwillingly in the mirror and that horrible feeling of vulnerability is right near the
corner. "Stay focused, damn it!", I tell myself.
Minutes are flashing by. I am, finally, calmed down, but Im so pale and fatigued that Im afraid of being
mistaken for a zombie. I wipe my face with a clean towel and I smile as everything would be alright.
In fact, it actually is. Twenty minutes is a new record and I can feel that autosuggestion and meditation are
working for me. The Darkness stopped showing his face. I know hes there, but hes more of a shadow now.
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A shadow thats following me everywhere I go, waiting for the moment he will be able to mock at me again.
And thats perfectly fine, his whipping is bringing out the best of me, all my power and my good judgment
cooperating in order to get him out of the sacred temple that my mind is.
The fluorescent stars on the ceiling of my bedroom are arranged in the shape of a sheep yes, a sheep! "I
used to divinify these animals", I say while lapsing into a smile. In two shakes of a lambs tail, the beautiful,
peaceful creature is gone and its just me walking on the ceiling, a fluorescent pubescent held hostage by the
Darkness. I blink a few times and I realize it was just a delusion. I pull myself together after a noisy ripple of
laughter, whining: "Ahh, insomnia is making my life a living hell." I draw my blanket over the top of my head
and I imagine I am in a tunnel.
Its very warm in here. I light a match and it lamps the whole cavern, which appears to be, surprisingly, a
white sort of box with a very neat couch in the middle.
"Sit", I hear an imposingly, croaking voice ordering me. "Do you want to come into flower like the cherry
tree out there?", it says as an indestructible window appears in front of me.
"I-I dont kno...", I try to say, overwhelmed by this frightening entity.
"Answer me! Yes or no?"
I nod, being unable to do anything else. The white walls are now gone and Im alone in the wild, with
nothing but a cherry tree and a pail of water nearby. I suddelny yawn and I see myself floating in a blue nebula,
solving Puzzles over Puzzles.
Blurred vision, fast gasping, blue veins, trembling body, cold feet, translucent fingers, frizzy hair, tip tilted
small nose, hollow eyes, repeated howls, bubbly tummy, breaking bones, hazel irises, cracked lips, thick
eyebrows, pale skin, panic attacks, jealousy, curled eyelashes, chiseled jawline, lots and lots of medication, flu
and mononucleosis, holding hands, sad lyrics, glasses of wine, bad movies, good movies, emotional instability,
obstinacy, afterglow, sunrises and sunsets, full moon, midnight kisses, tight hugs, nostalgia, emptiness, modern
poetry, sand between toes, lady bugs in the grass, drama on the hallway, classic novels, large hoodies, nudity
and loneliness. Shortly, dazed and messed up adolescents.
"Oh, honey, so youre only in high school?", she says as she pulls on a cigarette and smirks at me.
"Yes, I have just turned fifteen", I smile sincerely, trying to hide my amusement.
"I remember being your age. I was such a clumsy, young woman! Its no wonder that no guy wanted me
at that time", she bursts out laughing. "Okay, okay, dear, what do you need your dress for?"
"A night out. Friday is a very special day, Im celebrating..."
"Celebrating what?And with whom? Dont let these important details out; if you want your dress to be
appropriate for the ocassion, you must tell me, darling", she says and then laughs again when her huge hat falls
on the floor.
"Celebrating a decade and a half of existence. Celebrating hundreds of personality crises and an on-going
process of thriving. Celebrating yesterday, today and tomorrow. Celebrating the little girl I once was and the
not-so-little girl I am now. With whom? By myself."
"How come, sweetheart? Isnt celebrating a thing you should do with your loved ones? Dont you at least
have a handsome, young man who deserves to rejoice over your growth along with you?" she winks as she
takes my measurements.
"No", I smile proudly. "Its something I did by myself. I am, indeed, the sum of all the experiences Ive
been through and of all the people I have ever met. But I lived, I felt and I picked out the good from the bad,
not them. I want to have a long and relaxing 'me' day, a feast to remember myself how awesome life is if you
find the strength to become a Whole again. Not a whole Whole thats not only impossible, but also boring
just a Whole made of harmonized Sections."
"Uum, I see", the lady says happily and impels me to look in the mirror.
As I lift my eyes, I realize I fell asleep on the bus. France is fascinating at night, but so are these psychedelic
songs on the tape I found in a small boutique.
"Where are we, Claire?" I ask our supervisor with a drowsy voice. I picked a seat in the front because I
wasnt able to put up with any other video game or shopping related talk. Plus, Claire seems to be a cool
person. And I like her perfume a lot, it smells heavenly, of beauty and youth.
"We are almost there. Ten more minutes and youll sleep on a cosy bed", she says.
"Claaire!" a squeaky voice screams from the back.
"Not again... What happened, love, you broke a nail when doing witchcrafts?" Claire rustles ironically and
I cant hold back a sniff.
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I get up and try not to fall. Im so tired that I nearly cant concentrate on the steps I take. I feel a strong
arm gently touching my back and taking my very heavy bag out of my hands.
"Dont worry", he says as he grabs my arm. "Ill take you to your room."
The eye contact is so intense that I find myself groaning: "I envy your confidence..." Seconds later, I regret
it. I dont want people to be aware of the fact that Im so vincible.
A smile touched the corners of his full, red lips and his mien turned from thoughtful and concerned to
amused and omniscient. And now I understand.
The intelligent and quiet guy is not as innocent as he appears to be. Ignorance is not his thing, though self
discipline is. Hes the Darkness and the Brightness all at once. Hes the master of riddles and the tamer of
vices. Compulsion is his greatest talent and he uses it on each and every insurgent Section of the organized
chaos that his life is.
He knows best whats good for him. He doesnt share his feelings and beliefs much, because people are
mean and they try to steal his few, hard-earned bits of happiness away. They steal them and consume them as
theyd be their own. And then they get bored and realize theyre not satisfied anymore, so they give the pieces
back, depleted of their essence.
He knows all these things and now I know them, too. My Puzzle is mine only and, with the power of
thought, I can gather all the forces of the Universe together and recreate the Whole.
Im slowly but surely becoming friends with the Darkness. Ive learnt to use my frailties in my interest.
The Darkness is the Darkness only when hes powered by fear. If Im not afraid of him, he cant put me down,
but only make me stronger.
Im a glowing apple in the tree of life, a beaming soul on a campaign. I have wide wings and I live among
the human angels. I am the daughter of the wind and I sail with every shift of it. On the outside Im the
hamadryad, on the inside Im the almighty goddess.
Dont be afraid to try; the worst thing to happen is failure. And failure is not failure, mind you, but triumph
in its rough state.
Life is to be lived, not to be feared. Self-evolving should be our one and only goal. Its not hard at all, but
its a road full of ups and downs. Dare, and the success is yours.
ITS SNOWING AGAIN!

Kali Erika Melinda, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade
Big snowflakes are falling from the sky,
In the air like birds they fly.
They are cold, but we enjoy it,
On the ground is where they sit.
Kids are happy, grown-ups are too,
Snowmen are what they will do.
Our hands are almost frozen,
But we all have gloves, a dozen!
When is winter, Santa comes,
And when he does, nice presents brings
To all the children who were good,
We all are in a perfect mood.
Presents under the Christmas tree,
This is what we want to see,
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Gingerbreads are what we eat,
Come on here and take a seat!
This is why we all love winter,
Its a season with much glitter.
Fun and so much happiness,
Everybody has no stress!
LIFE OF MY SORROWS
Bordieanu Anda, Slegean Flavius Andrei, 12th grade
Characters
Mark Lane
Beth Lane, Marks mother
Earl Lane, Marks father
Dash McQueen-a bully
History teacher
Mr. Marshall, the Maths teacher
Mark Lane main character, a sixteen-year-old child, living in Philadelphia. Despite all miseries life has put
him through, he manages to cope with everything due to his optimism and sense of humor.
Aura Lane Marks loving and sweet-natured mother.
Earl Lane an unemployed drunkard, who wastes his time criticizing his wife and son, whose patience seems
to have got to an end.
Dash McQueen principals son, a bully.
Mr. Marshall the maths teacher, a bad person and the principals marionette.
History teacher an understanding man, whom Mark always relies on.
Act I
Lane`s family vintage- decorated living room: a long, worn-out leather sofa, a fireplace no longer usable and
an antiquated reddish carpet, all lapped in cigarette smoke.
Scene I
Mark (arriving from school): Hi, dad!
Earl: Hi, dude!
Mark: Oh, drinking that poison again!
Earl: No, son ... I just need to kill some monsters inside my head! My friend Johnny does the killing pretty
well ...
Mark: Dad, you just lay around all day and do nothing but drink and watch TV! This wont make you Charlie!
(Earl lives his days and nights admiring a TV series character, Charlie, whom he resembles a lot.)
Earl: Hey, young man ... you seem to forget who I am...
Mark: No, father, I dont. Youre nothing but a dumb-dumb, thats who you are!
Earl: Dumb you said! Like father, like son, dont forget that!
Mark: Better dead than turning into who youve become, dad! And, mind my words: if you continue drinking
your brains out, the only thing old Johnny will kill will be you!
Earl: I bet you and that shrew mother of yours want me dead!
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Mark: Youre surprising me, dad! Therefore, youre not that drunk not to realize how you make us feel, mother
and I! As if you cared or something...
(Having said that, Mark heads for the kitchen pretty disturbed after the conversation with his father.)
Beth: Hi, sweetie! How was your day at school?
Mark: Hi, mom! Well so, so, we had a surprise test at Math!
Beth: And ... how was it?
Mark: Intriguingly surprising, all right! Thats why they call it a surprise, dont they?
(Meanwhile, Earl gets bored in the living room and decides to check things out in the kitchen- the monsters in
his head had no day off.)
Earl: Time for another beer!
Mark: Another is not quite your word ... maybe the tenth for today...
Earl (trying to look sober): I didnt know you were counting! Frankly, I lost count after the fifth!
Mark: You said its time for another beer, right?!
Earl: Right!
Mark: Oh, I see! How about getting another job instead, father?
Earl: But I do have a job!
Mark: Driving me nuts is not a job, dont you think?
Earl: Driving? But I dont have a driving-license ... yet!
Mark: Thank God for that! Otherwise, mom and I wouldnt be your only victims! And youd be in jail, dad,
thats where people like you finally end up!
Earl: Jail isnt for everyone, son!
Mark: Maybe life just isnt for everyone, dad!
(Mark goes to his room, turns on the little blue lamp next to his bed and starts writing in his diary, as he had
been doing ever since his father had taken up drinking and everything had fallen apart in their family.)
Dear diary,
Another bad day, today. Miseries and misfortunes keep piling up and I feel I cant make it! Why cant I have
a normal family? Why isnt my father the way he used to be? Id give everything for things to get back to
normal, for dad to be a father again! I miss those times when he used to take me to football matches where we
ate hot dogs and laughed our way out! I really need my father, dear diary, especially now when Im also in
trouble at school with Dash and his crew.
Act II
Mark is at school, a place he doesnt fancy very much, mostly because of his situation at home. A misfit among
his fellow students, Mark is often bullied by the principals son, Dash McQueen and his gang. For Mark, every
day is just the same, with Dash mocking at him.
Scene I
Dash: Here comes the douchebag!
(Mark passes by him, trying to ignore the nasty insults.)
Dash: Still not speaking to us? You smartass! Youre nothing else but a drunkards son, did you hear me?
Mark: Shut up, stupid! Dont you even dare say my father`s name! Go check on yours, maybe hes too busy
ruining this highschool instead of giving you an education!
Dash (yelling, almost chocking with anger, while pushing Mark against the locker): How dare you piece of?
Mark: Go ahead, hit me, if this makes the truth more bearable!
Dash: I want to hear your excuses for what you`ve said, do you hear me? Nobody takes on my father! He`s
the principal of this school and if I want ,you`re out of here in no time!
Mark: I hear you well and I know who your father isunfortunately. I also know that your hands are almost
suffocating me, which makes it pretty hard for me to utter the excuses you pretend!
Dash (going mad): I`ll show you who I
History teacher (arriving just in time): Take your hands off him, Dash!
Dash: But he offended my father
History teacher: ...Only because you offended his first!
Dash: So what?! I am the principal`son, I can say whatever I want!
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History teacher: Behave yourself, young man! You may be your father`s son but this doesn`t allow you to
pick on the others with no consequences! Now, go to your classroom, we`ll discuss later about this!
(His eyes still full of hatred, Dash leaves Mark who prepares for the maths course.)
Scene II
Mark takes his sit in his desk, at the back of the classroom. He deeply dislikes Mr. Marshall whose conduct he
finds inappropriate for a teacher. Dash is also in the classroom and doesnt miss the chance to harass Mark
again. A paper mop hits Marks head exactly when he was explaining the Thales Theorem.
Mark: Third time lucky, ha?
Dash: Ohyou`re being ironic, aren`t you? Just wait, there is more
Maths teacher: What`s happening back there?
Mark: Excuse me, Mr. Marshall, I find it rather difficult to explain the theorem while trying to avert Dash`s
flying stupidity!
Dash: Stupidity you`ve said! Here you are, another one, maybe you`ve just haven`t had enough!
Mark (watching his head): Careful, Dash! We wouldn`t want to hit Mr. Marshall right in his head, would we?
(the flying mop misses the teacher`s ear by an inch.)
Maths teacher: Why dont you take your sarcasm and show it to someone else, Mr. Lane?
Mark: Why dont you try being just our math teacher instead of Mr. McQueens puppet on a string for a
change??
Maths teacher: Lane, get out of my sight!!
Mark (leaving the classroom, trying to hide the tears in his eyes): A nice day to you too, sir!
Scene III
Mark is at home, in his room, writing in his diary. Suddenly, a cracking sound announces him that the TV in
the living room is now history .
Mark (dashing into the living room): Cool, ha! You did it, after all! Next time, try doing that with your head!
Into a wall!
Beth (also rushing into the room, alarmed by the voices): For God`s sake! What happened here?
Mark: Don`t know mom! I guess dad just couldn`t live with the thought that Manchester just lost again!
Beth: Did he hit you?
Mark: No, mom, he didn`t but I just can`t stand this anymore!
Beth: Go pack a few things Mark, were leaving! This time he went too far!
Earl: Nobodys leaving anywhere, you hear me?! Were all stuck in this mess, forget about leaving!
Beth: Yes, we are Earl Lane, weve had enough! In fact, we should have left long time ago!
Earl: You stupid woman! (Completely losing his temper, Earl raises his hand to slap her and it wouldnt have
been the first time.)
Mark: Dont you dare, you poor thing! (Mark bravely stands up for his mother who bursts into tears.)
Mark: Come on, mom! Lets go to uncle Erwin for tonight! I wont stay here, not even for a second! Not
tonight!
(The scene ends with the two leaving their house in the middle of the night and Earl falling asleep on the
couch.)
Act III
Next morning, the sound of a ringing phone wakes Earl up.
Scene I
Earl: Mark! Mark! Answer the damn phone, will you?! (nobody answers, the phone keeps ringing.)
Earl: For God`s sake! Where is that boy? ... and whoever you are, stop calling, my head is exploding!
Earl (stumbling into Mark`s room ): Let`s see who`s calling ...Where have you put the damn thing...?
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Earl: What is this?! ... A diary?! In Mark`s room?! That`s funny! ... I wonder(opening it, Earl starts
reading):
Another bad day ... why isnt how he used to be Id give everything my dad to be a father Im
also in trouble at school.. I really need my dad.
Earl (crushing on Mark`s bed): Oh, my God!..What have I done?How could I be so blind?!
Earl (dashing out from Mark`s room): Mark! Mark! ..Where are you son? (checking every room in the house)
Earl: They`re gone! Gone! This can`t be! I need to set things right! ...Ohwhat a fool I`ve been!
Earl (passing by the mirror in the corridor, glimpsing at himself): See?! This is what you`ve have become...a
nobody! Nothing but a jerk who makes the others feel miserable! And now, you`ve lost them, both of them!
Earl (crunching his fists, still looking at his own reflection): No! I won`t stay and watch my family falling
apart! I have to bring them back! I have to!
Scene II
Mark is at school, struggling to avoid another fight with Dash but in vain.
Dash: Flat-head, again!
Mark: Cant you leave me alone just once? Arent you tired of repeating the same words over and over again?
Dash: I may be stupid but who isnt? Think of your drunkard at home! Hes stupid enough to waste his life
and yours as well!
Earl: Things change Dash and its time for you to know that Mark just got his father back!
Mark: Dad! You?! Here?!
Earl: Yes son, let me set things right with Dash, he needs to know a few things
Mark: Its not worth it, dad! Hell never understand!
Earl: See Dash? This boy over here is smarter than you and me! He wont let me come down on you as you
deserve for making his life a living hell!
Dash: Speak for yourself, you piece of nothing! Go get yourself something to drink!
Earl: Mind your words, young man! I may have wasted a few years but now I`m sober and ready to show you
some respect!
Dash: Respect, ha?! There`s no respect for people like you Earl! In fact, you don`t even deserve to call yourself
a father!
Earl: Maybe I don`t! I know I messed things up and that I`ve caused a lot of pain buteveryone deserves a
second chance, don`t they? I`m sure I`ll make a good father for Markright, son?
Mark: Oh, dad! There`s nothing in the world I`d like more and I`m absolutely positive that together we would
pull things through! Let`s go home to mom and be a family again!
Earl: We will, Mark but not before I have a word with the principal, he needs to hear a few things from me!
Mark: Daddon`t bother, it won`t solve
anything! This thing we haveDash and I,
we`ll solve it somehow , leave his dad out
of this!
Dash: Mark is right, Mr. Lane. Maybe I
went a little too far with the bullying and
stuff but now I realise he`s not that bad.
Actually, I owe him some apologies for
being a jerk
Mark: We`re O.K Dash, you`re not that
bad either! Maybe we`ll be friends
someday...who knows?
Earl: That`s my boy! I`m proud of you,
son, you`re wise and kind as your mother!
Speaking of your momlet`s go home and
start a new life, a better one!
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MAGIC WINTER
Mustea Teodora, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade

Snowflakes are falling,
The snow is so white,
The snowman is calling,
The trees shine so bright.
Children are waiting,
For Santa to come,
Their homes decorating:
Presents! Do you want some?
Children are happy, they sing and they play
Around the beautiful Christmas tree,
The warm atmosphere makes everyone stay
There will be presents for them, you and me.
This is the season of joy and delight,
When people feel blessed and leave all behind
We can hear carols all through the night,
Everyone feels happy, cheerful and kind.
THE ENGLISH SIDE OF THINGS

Dancea Radu, Scurtu Sarah, 6th grade
Why do we need English in our lives, you may wonder..Well, I and probably all English teachers in
the world have the answer.
My opinion on this subject is that teenagers like me don`t need to learn English only because they can
travel around the world now, there are many who need it for gaming. Modern games we have nowadays
represent an important part of my life and I consider them an attractive part of our daily lives. Gaming is not
only about virtually killing people, it is also about making friends worldwide , learning things about them ,
about their origin, culture or religion.This can happen only when you speak the same language and it is
impossible for most people to speak all the languages in the world. More than making friends and playing
online games, you also improve your English because you practise it very often and this is useful at school.
This means that you can learn a lot but in a funny way.
I`ve only talked about teens so far, what about adults? Many of them need English when they choose
to live and work in other countries or when they work in big companies in Romania where they ask you to
know English very well. So, in my opinion, adults should learn English too as they didn`t have the opportunity
to study it in school like we do at present. I heard few of them complaining that it is a difficult task, but what
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is easy? If they really want good jobs they will do their best to learn it and this will happen in time. This is
how I see things for adults and I also believe that they should ask their children to teach them simple words or
to try to talk to them in English until they finally succeed.
Because adults also play, let`s return to the world of gaming, a worldwide network full of players
around the world. As most games are in English and the number of players is getting bigger every year, the
learning of English is almost a natural phenomenon , more pleasant and more entertaining than learning it at
school. I don`t want to say that school is not helping, it is, but classes aren`t as funny as games. In my case
school helped a lot but I started speaking it correctly only in the summer holidays between primary and
secondary school.How did I do that? Well, by watching movies, Youtube videos, using my smart phone and
from video games like Call of Duty.
In brief , English has become a part of our lives, even if we don`t realize it : the internet, the media,
the worldwide travelling, everything is connected to it, it is something like you can rule the world. I personally
cannot imagine what my life would be like without speaking or even thinking in English, without the movies,
the songs, and the games that make my life more entertaining. At my age I am just discovering the world, I am
trying to learn as many things as possible from all domains and English is for sure, the key to many of them.
This is why I advise all teenagers but also grown-ups to take up learning it, and the world will open endless
opportunities and chances for them .
THE LOST DREAM OF THE HORSE

Florea Iulia, Hurmuz Laura, 8th grade
The horse is more than an animal, it is a special creature whose destiny has been inseparable from that
of human`s for ages. I think that everyone has, at least once, loved a horse either from a story, a movie, a
picture or a real horse.
A symbol of courage, power and loyalty, the horse has a majestic stature, with long legs, refined skin
and a beautiful mane. Its deep look and intelligent eyes fascinate everyone. Even if people have subdued horses,
they have always had a wild spirit that asks for freedom. All of us can recall the amazing scenes from western
films in which a herd of horses runs on a big, green field. This is every horse`s dream. Although they like
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humans` company, their habitat is in nature and we should try to give them what we stole from them a long
time ago: freedom, because horses are really noble and special creatures. I think their spirits are the closest to
ours.
Even from old periods: prehistory, antiquity or the Middle Ages people`s lives have been related to
horses in some way or another, not to mention how easily they became fond of the beautiful, wild creatures.
These animals used to have many roles in humans` existence. For example, they were used in transport, like
horseback riding, in agriculture to harvest crops and in wars. They also had a great importance in the invention
of wheel, because they pulled the carriages. Between the two world wars, in modern cities people were
travelling only by coaches and they used to appreciate horses a lot not only for their working capacity but also
for their refinement and majestic beauty. Unfortunately, nowadays, we forget to reward horses for their help
throughout history and this is pretty sad since technology isn`t everything and mankind should return to real
beautiful creatures, at least from time to time. People don`t seem to realize that the only dream of this race is
to become free, with no hard work to do, no lashes and no saddles. Even if at present, they are much more
often petted rather than forced to work hard because there are vehicles and modern machines which replaced
their work, they need more.
The horse is probably the best known animal character from mythology and old stories. For example,
we all know about the famous Pegasus, the horses` god. It is presented like a white, beautiful and imposing
creature with wide wings which helps him fly. It is said that Pegasus is the son of Poseidon and represents a
symbol of poetical inspiration, purity and a god for muses.
Also, we can remember
other well known horses, like:
Bucephalus,
Alexandru
Macedon`s horse. They loved
each other very much and
Bucephalus was loyal to its
owner who was the single
person who could ride on it.
Another famous mythical horse
is the Centaurus. It is mentioned
in the Greek mythology like a
creature which is half a man, half
a horse. Its legend is well known
in all the world.
Now, its image is
destroyed and disparaged by our
commercial side. Many toys and
pictures show the horse in an ugly posture full of kitsch and jeer. They ignore the real qualities of a horse: the
handsomeness and beauty. I`m often terrified by the way in which these noble, once great creatures, are often
mocked at for the money`s sake. However, the horse is remembered in a good way too, in art: pictures,
sculptures and architecture, in literature: stories for children with unicorns, novels and legends and also in
movies. For example, a well known book for kids with pictures from nowadays is My Little Pony and a very
good novel is Black Beauty and also a film by Anna Sewell. This is the remarkable story of a noble horse
which got over all burdens of life with pride and gratitude to its owners whom he deeply got attached to, no
matter if they were good or bad. I think this is a symbol for all horses` existence: they love and serve humans
with devotion even if they are badly treated in return It`s in their nature to remain dignified and follow their
owners.
As I said, nowadays these animals are more cosseted than in the past, because of the modern machines
which are obviously faster than a horse. Now, we use horses only for hobbies, for leisure and in sports. These
horses are very good for trigs because equitation is a sport only for better off people, yet this manages to remain
one of the most appreciated sports
More and more adults and children learn how to ride and how to communicate with horses. They are
usually used for sick children because it is said that riding a horse is very good and resting. Even if it is hard
to control the horse, when you manage in communicating with it, the horse becomes your best friend. I often
watch equestrian competitions and I am impressed by the relationship between the horseman and the horse.
They are always co-operating and I can see how much they love and respect each other. When the horse
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manages to make its owner pride of itself, he/she pets it with affection. That`s why I`ve always admired and
wanted a horse: the friendship between a human and a horse may be, in some cases, truer and more sincere
than the one between two people.
Therefore, the evolution of horses from past times until modern days shows the interrelasion between
humans and horses and its importance in our existence. I`m sure that there are some people who know what a
horse means and know how to treat it, but until we don`t understand that all a horse dreams about is freedom,
we can`t make it happy. Just like we allege to be independent, free and able to do whatever we want, horses`
dream is to run in a herd on an endless field and to live in nature, far from the dirty, noisy, little cities or farms.
They are too noble to be subdued and forced to do only what we dictate them. Their spirits are made to be free,
to be near the purity of nature and to keep their pride and goodness. We should try to help this animal, not just
to draw it, to write or read about it, because we have no permission to steal the freedom of a creature like this.
I think that after all ages in which horses helped us work, live, travel around the world, win wars and
evolve,they deserve to fulfil their biggest dream. Even if I know that this is not very easy because, of course,
we all love them, we shouldn`t be selfish and we should do the best for them. As I said, horses ennoble this
dirty world and they should be models for us. Their lost dream can become real with our help.
HO,HO,HO, THERE WE GO! WINTERS HERE!

Goga Georgiana, Faluta Ana 4th grade
Henri Coanda High School
Coord. Teacher: Corina Vasile
Here it comes, the first snow of the year! The land is covered with a mantle of white snowflakes. All
is white! Even the trees are white! It seems that the nature is dead, but underneath the white mantle, life is still
present, ready to fully come out in Spring.
The hills are crowded with noisy children who can not stop playing with their friends. Their sledges are as
wet as they are, but no chance of giving up! They play until their mum call them for dinner. What fun it can
be to build a snowman! Head, body, eyes of coal, nose of carrot, black buttons, a pot as a hat, and there we
have it, a snowman! You can always use a broom for the hands to make it better.
Christmas is finally here!
We clean, prepare food, decorate the house so that we can meet Santa. The Christmas tree must be ready.
We always need Christmas lights, tinsel, globes in different colors. We are ready for nice presents!
Christmas day is a big day! We get together with family and friends to have a special dinner. We light the
candles, set the mistletoe on the table, next to food and drinks. Everything is red and white, the Christmas
symbol. Everyone is happy singing Christmas carols, eating and telling jokes.
Its fun to be in the winter holiday!
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PLEASE, GO AWAY
Stefanescu Madalina, 12th grade
Coord. Teacher: Pasare Denisa
Im wondering why dont you see
Cause all you do its hurting me
Everyday I need your love
For me youre now like a drug
But I dont want to feel like this
I just want to live my dreams
Not to think always of you
Cause you never loved me too
Im begging you, leave me alone!
My heart isnt like your home.
Where you can come when do you want
But from now its not like that.
So, just say: You loved me too.
Like Im always loving you?
If you dont, please, go away!
Cause you hurt me if you stay
LIFE AND DEATH

Bodog Ruxandra, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Georgescu Catalina
Emanuil Gojdu National College
Humans tried for centuries to discover how their lives will end or how should they live.
Life.
Is there a way we have to live?
In order to find the answers for these questions they tried many things such as reading from tarot cards or some
spiritualisms sessions.
I believe that the way we live its up to us and there is no way to live your life except the one you create.
Happiness.
We seek happiness so desperately that we forgot what really to be happy means.
When we hear this world we think about fortune and a high social position. Why are we thinking of those
thing?
Do we really believe that a rich person is a happy one?
You dont have to look for your pocket happiness, but yours.
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When you are a child you are innocent, you play because you want to have fun or you want to make new
friends, not because you are interested in something you can get, but because you want to discover something
new.
Sadness.
Many people believe they are the saddest creatures on Earth just because they dont know how to appreciate
their lifetime.
If your soul is not happy you will find out sooner or later.
As long as you make your decisions with your soul you will be happy.
Love.
What is so special about this world?
Every single person wants it so terribly that it horrifies me.
I think that many people want to fall in love just because they want to feel protected and safe but that is not
enough for me. I think that if you want to fall in love so desperately you need to have a better reason.
Loneliness.
You feel left aside and you believe that no one really cares about what you feel.
There are two types of persons in your life. The ones that will always stay by your side and the ones that will
leave at the first occasion, why there are people like this, why cant everybody be like the first ones?
Happiness, sadness, love and loneliness are all parts of our existences.
If when we are alive we feel so many different things, what do we feel when we die?
Do we feel alone?
Do we feel safe and protected?
Nobody knows.
Mystery.
Something we dont know, something that is seems so magical that we want to know what it is about.
That is death.
We dont know anything about it but we try to find out something.
I truly believe that the beauty is in the mystery, but some people try so hard to pass the barrier between the
living and the dead that they simply dont know on which side they are.
Life is a mystery. You never know what is going to happen next or what kinds of people are you going to meet.
Why change this beautiful mystery?
I dont think that on Earth is a child who would like to know that Santa doesnt exist, but when he believe in
this character he makes a lot of beautiful memories.
Memories.
They are a little something that we get from our
life experiences.
When you pass through life you get many
beautiful things. Some of them are our
memories. They help us move forward and
remember us that life keeps going on, even if it
doesnt seem so.
Memories are also the only things that remain
into our lives after we die. They assure us that
we wont forget what we have done.
Our life is one of the most precious memories
for the Earth.
Our death is just the beginning of a more
beautiful life.
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DEAR SANTA
Haralambie Petru, 8th grade
Coord. Teacher: Haralambie Monica
Santa Claus is very nice

And Ill write to him right now:
Santa, make me a surprise,
Take me to the rainbow!
I would like a world of joy,
Songs and laughter all around,
And for me, a little boy,
Just a ride above the ground!
Take me with your magic sleigh
In the sound of ringing bells!
Together well go away
And have fun with your nice elves!
Santa, come to me again
And dont forget the surprise:
With some luck only a grain
Make me win the greatest prize!
KEEP FIT!
Mirea Ion George Daniel, 7th grade
Coord. Teacher: Ionescu Cristina Luciana
Petresti Gherghesti Secondary School
Staying fit is very important for our bodies and this makes us a healthierperson. Bystaying
andhealthyyounotonly look andfeelbetter but also youdecreaseyourchances of medical problemssuch
diabetes, heartattacks, highcholesterolandhypertension.There are manyhelpfulstrategiestokeep
andstayhealthythat, withdedicationandambition, canbedone.
For having a healthylifedaybyday you must practice a sport andeat a healthyfood.
I supposethatpractisingsportsisvery important for ourhealth.Forexample, jogging is a good way
putingallyourmuscles towork and it is a good sport becauseyoucanrun on thesidewalkthepark as long
youfeelcomfortable
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fit
as
fit
of
as

Regarding of the food I cansaythatwetrytoeatlessjunkfoodeven though nowadays many people eat
onlyjunkfood. We should also eat many fruit and vegetables. We cane at them raw or cooked until they are
just tender. Its important for our bodies to have vitamins and as long as we eat fruit and vegetables we dont
have to take any vitamin pills.
In addition to all
these in order to keep healthy
we must kick our bad habits
like smoching, drugs etc. We
should avoid stress as much
as possible and sleep because
the lack of sleep affects
metabolism, concentration,
memory and motor skills.
We should always
drink enough water. It is the
most natural cleanser for our
organs and digestive system.
Being hydrated is crucial for
the brain as well as for
helping to flush toxins.
Consequently,
we
should do everything that is
necessary to keep fit and healthy because today is our tomorrow and so, we must eat well and live well
HOORAY, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!

Rares Popa, 6th grade
Coord. Teacher: Velicescu Daniela
Traian Secondary School
Hooray, Christmas is coming,
Everyone is happy for that!
The children are playing,
On this day nobodys sad!
The Christmas tree is ready
Hooray, Christmas is coming!
Open the presents already
And then go carol singing!
Outside snowflakes are falling
The house is cozy and warm
There may be even a snow storm!
Christmas is still a time for joy
And a time for home-coming
A time for fun and a new toy
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MY DOLL, MY DOG , MY CAT
Condoiu Antonia , 5th grade

Coord. Teacher: Dinu Andreea
Traian Seondary School
Where is my doll?
Santa bought it from the mall.
Her name is Kitty,
She is pretty.
Where is my dog?
I want to take his picture for my blog.
He is friendly,
His name is Bendly
Where is my cat?
I am so happy that he is my pet!
His fur is black,
His name is Jack
CREATIVITY
Bodog Teodora, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Georgescu Catalina
Emanuil Gojdu National College
Creativity, such a used word! We use this word so often that it is started to be something that apparently
everybody has. But, the truth is that we dont even know what this word really means. Honestly how many of
us really know how it is like to be creative? How many of us are truly creative?
The answer to this question is very simple, none. Because we see creativity just as a normal characteristic
for someone to have, we dont see it as something special or unique anymore. Nowadays creativity and
being creative is something so common that you will hear at least one time the word creative in an essay
or composition or even when speaking to somebody.
I want to change something by making someone to understand how I see the creative process and of course
what creativity means to me.
I imagine creativity like a rainbow, with its gorgeous colors, each of us has its own rainbow inside of him,
but the thing that makes us different is that everyone has some colors that are brighter than the others. The
colors resemble our skills, passions and everything that we love or like to do.
Unfortunately, not everyone knows how to let their inner rainbow sparkle, because the fear conquers them,
I know that creativity takes courage, but if someone doesnt realize that fear is an illusion he will not be free,
until then.
Just when he will learn how to fight his fears his beautiful rainbow will just be ready to come out, to be seen
by the entire world. We dont need to keep our rainbow shut behind a door because other peoples opinions,
the fact is that a door is for people with no imagination.
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A lot of people understand creativity as a word referring to arts (music, drawing), but there is more behind
this beautiful word, all that painters do different is to simply transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are
many brilliant people there which, with their intelligence and art, transform a yellow spot into a sun, like, from
something very simple you just take that thing and make it better, improve it, because this is what being a
creative person really means.
Being creative also means to come with many
conceit ideas, to think outside the box and it just
simply means to do your best at the things you
love, so basically it means to spread you wings.
None of us is creative from the start they just
keep progressing, in order to be creative we have
to continually jump off the cliffs and developing
our wings on the way down, we just need to
believe in our own strength.
You will never see a bird which is born with the
ability to fly, we arent born creative or special
but we get to be like this through our life, so if we
want to make a difference and to stand out from
the crowd we just need to find our little
something that makes us special and take
advantage from it.
What nobody probably doesnt know is that
even we are not so good at something like art,
even the greatest artists say that it takes 1% talent
and 99% of work to succeed at something, so
why wouldnt we do this? Eventually one of us
could change the world in good with their special
talent. Our soul is a cave filled with stories and
passages just waiting to be discovered, so
somebody should come with me and I promise
that he or she will learn every secret hidden in his
soul and will finally discover what he is capable
of.
We should remember that the creative process comes with a cost if we are not prepared to be wrong, we
will never be able to come up with something original, in order to learn we have to firstly make a lot of
mistakes. Because we need to learn from our mistakes so that we will have a better future.
So, we should keep in mind that the word creative is not just a simple word, is more than that, so before
using this word, you should think twice, because, in the end not everyone of us have discovered his inner
rainbow or mystery cave. Until we really know what being creative means, we should just try to spread our
colorful wings away.
FRIENDSHIP
Mijlic Diana, Andrei Georgiana, 6th grade
Coord.Teacher: PlugaruAlina
NicolaeBlcescu Secondary School,Piteti
Friendship is, maybe,
The most important thing ever,
And it might sound crazy,
But it never dies, never.
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When youre down,
When you think theres nothing left,
Who you need the most is there:
A friend.
Loyalty is hard to find,
These days everyones false,
But a truly friend stays with you,
No matter what others will do.
Its hard to find someone like you
In this big world, its true,
But that one friend is waiting for you
To open your eyes and see the truth:
Shes been there for you,
But you couldnt see it through.
A STRANGE CHRISTMAS GIFT

Rosca Amalia, Brnescu Roberto, 5th grade
Coord. Teacher: Balosache Daniela
Decebal Secondary School
The magical time of winter is here again.It is snowing outside, the snowflakes are dancing like ballet
dancers in the air. On Christmas Eve, everyone adorns the Christmas tree, people sing wonderful carols and
go to the church.
This year, me and my family adorn the Christmas tree. Thus we place red, yellow and blue crystal balls all
over the trees boroughs. Then ,my little brother Mihnea with the help of my father, place a brilliant star on the
top of the Christmas tree.
Wow! What a shiny star! Daddy I want to put it up there! It is my turn this year. Everybody sings:
Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How wonderful your branches !
After that, me and my mother go to the kitchen to help grandmother to prepare sweets and the traditional
sponge cakes with cacao and nuts The taste is amazing.
Now Im looking out the window and I see thousands of snowflakes. Cheerful people are running up and
down doing their last minute holiday shopping. The entire city is smiling to us with light, colour and gaiety.
As the evening comes, our emotions grow. Are we going to see Santa ?
Suddenly, someone is knocking at the door : an old man, all dressed in a red attire, with a long white beard
and a warm look.
HO,HO,HO! Hello, dear children and Merry Christmas!
Santa Claus we answer in amazement. For a moment we stood still and only Catsy, the little grey cat
moved. It was scared and it run to hide under the bed.
Welcome, dear Santa !
Im happy to be here with you, kids! I brought you some nice gifts.
And we learnt many beautiful carols and poems for you Santa ! I replied.
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After we sang carols, we received the presents and Santa said:
I got a gift for little Catsy, too !
Phew Catsy, this is your toy- mouse!I said.
Meow! answered the cat.
Good bye, Santa Claus!
Good bye, dear children!
Mother,look Santa Claus gave me a beautiful dress!I exclaimed my unwrapping the present.
Dad, look Santa Claus gave me a remote control helicopter!Mihnea said.
Catsy, do you like your gift? Look it moves! and the cat started to run through the room.
Catsy, dont run! Its just a little mouse dont be afraid !
Meow! Meow !and in a jiffy our Catsy was under the bed shivering with fear.
Oh, Catsy! Come on ! Get out You are going to miss the Christmas dinner !
Merry Christmas everybody and happy New Year!
THE HIDDEN ROSE

Bildea Alexandra- Maria, 12th grade
Ostroveanu Maria, 11th grade
Coord. Teacher: Carmen Malaet
Elena Cuza National College
A sudden noise broke the peaceful silence of the night in Kyoto.
Fire! There is fire coming out of the Taira residence!
People gathered to watch as the house of the powerful Japanese noble was swollen by the giant flames lighting
up the nights sky. Some of them helped caring buckets with water while others were trying to get the front
door opened.
I think that this was an attack, not just an incident said one of the women gathered to watch the tragedy.
But who would dare to do such a thing. Especially when the House of Taira is the most powerful family after
the emperor said another one without taking her eyes off of the burning house.
The House of Hojo, of course! said the former with a slight trace of rebellion. Havent you heard? Ever since
the royal fortune teller foresaw that the young prince Noris wife will wear the rose, the seal of the House of
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Taira, the Hojo clan did all that was in their might to prevent this prophecy from coming true and marring their
only heiress, four-years-old Mino, with the crown prince. Two weeks ago they reduced the royal fortune teller
to silence and now it seems that the Tairas are next. If all their four daughters perish in the fire, there will be
no one left to wear the seal
When the door was finally opened, a tragic scenery occurred, sending cold shivers down everyones spine.
The whole Taira
family was
laying lifelessly
on the cold
marble.
The
nobleman
and his wife were
hugging
tightly
their
daughters.
The flames were
burning
their beautifully
colored
kimonos. Large
pieces of
wooden beams
were
detaching from
the
roof,
making the access
impossible.
The people of
Kyoto
lowered
their
heads
helplessly as they
could not
do anything but
watch as
the respected and
powerful
family met its end
in a tragic
way. The flames
soon turned
everything into
ashes,
leaving nothing
more than a
few rubbles and a
deserted
house. People say that on that night, they could hear in the distance the youngest among the four daughters,
only three years old, crying for her mother. Women believed that it was the pour soul of the little child who
could not find peace.
Japan, June 1324. Fifteen years after the tragic accident which brought the end of the House of Taira.
Ohime! Come back inside, you know that you are not allowed to go outside after sun fall.
But Ohime could not hear anything. She was too engaged in a duel with one of the villagers son. Their wooden
swords were moving fast, trying to break the opponents defense. With a smooth strike, Ohime hit her
opponents sword with such power that he lost balance and fell on his back.
Ohime! How many times do I have to tell you to get inside?
Im coming, Jade! she then turned to look at her defeated opponent, Maybe one day you will be able to defeat
me
She helped him get up and dust his clothes and headed home.
Ohime, you know how dangerous it is for a young woman like you to be outside the house after sunset. You
are only eighteen years old and even though I am your governess, I cannot protect you if you are not going to
follow the rules. Now come and eat your dinner said Jade with a concerned voice.
Ohime sighted and sat at the table. Even though she knew that Jade was right, she couldnt bring herself to
follow all the rules imposed by her dear governess. There was a smoldering flame inside her, awaiting to burst
and take control. She had an adventurous and daring personality. While other girls her age would only sit in
the house all day and sew handkerchiefs, dreaming of marriage and having a family to take care of, she would
wonder the vast lanes and adventure into the dark woods near her village in search for new and exciting
adventures, riding her beautiful dark horse, Thunder. She liked to fight the boys in her village who
underestimated her power and would always win due to her unequalled skills in using a sword and in battle.
Jade was the only family that Ohime had. Her parents perished in an accident when she was just a little child
and she could not remember anything about them. She only had an old necklace with a rose-shaped pendant
that belonged to her mother. Later that night, she was laying on her bed lost in her thoughts, when screams
started to be heard from the neighbor houses. She only had time to wake up and get her kimono to when
suddenly the door slammed open and armed when got into their house. She grabbed the nearest thing she could
find and tried to defend herself from these strange attackers. They tried to get catch her but she fought
courageously and succeeded in standing against them. She screamed for her governess Jade was nowhere to
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be found. The attackers kept coming and she found it hard to resist any longer. Suddenly, two of them grabbed
Jade from her room and brought her with them. Ohime let her guard down just for one second, but it was
enough for them to get a hold on her. She kept struggling, watching as they dragged Jade out of the house.
Then she felt a horrible stench coming from rough cloth placed under her nose. Her sight started blurring and
soon she lost consciousness.
Trust me sire, you will need her, she can be a loyal servant.
Ohime took a deep breath, she was slightly regaining conscious. She could only hear a few whispers at first,
but then the sounds became clearer.
I already have loyal servants, I do not need another mouth to feed.
But you dont have one with that much skills in combat as this one. It took ten men to get a hold of her and
not without difficulties. I will offer you a good price.
She was in a carriage, her arms and legs were tied with a rough rope. Her eyes and mouth were covered so she
could not scream for help. It looks like her village was attacked be slave traders. After the bargain took place,
the carriage started moving. After a while, they stopped and someone grabbed her and pulled her down. She
struggled pointlessly as she could not see her opponent. After they dragged her inside, they pulled the covers
off of her eyes and mouth. She was kidnapped from her village and sold to the royal palace as a kitchen help.
After a few failed attempts to break free, she got used to the idea that she was never going to get back to her
normal life again. She missed the adventures, riding her faithful horse, the wind running through her hair, the
freedom and above all, she wondered what happened to Jade, if she was ever going to see her again. At night
she would always go to the palace gardens to look at the sky and prey for her family and Jade. Although she
was not allowed to have any jewelry or luxurious items, she kept her mothers necklace, hidden under her
clothes. She would always take out at night and think of her past life. Just as she was about to embrace her
new life, things were about to change again. One morning, when she was getting ready to start her work, she
was inform that an inquisition was about to take place. The solders rushed in and searched all over the kitchen
to find if any of the servants had any unauthorized jewelry or possessions. One of them saw something shining
around Ohimes neck. He took the necklace under from under her kimono and gave her a satisfied smirk. She
was about to get twenty lashes for disobeying the rules. Without any hesitation, she punched the soldier in his
face and ran as fast as she could out of the kitchen. She made her way through the mass of servants, politicians,
geishas trying to escape the soldiers. After a long run she found refuge in the royal library, locking the door
behind her. Ohime sighted in relief that she lost them. Suddenly, a male figure appeared in front of her. Scared,
she tried to open the door but the person placed a hand on her shoulder. She took the hand and flipped the
person over her back, making him fall on the floor. She twisted his hand making him face the ground.
I am not your enemy, said the man on the floor trying to get up, I am just trying to help. Now please let me
go, or else I will call those guards myself
She released him and stepped back, still afraid of getting caught. The man turned to face her but froze in his
spot. In front of him was standing a beautiful girl, with long dark hair that was ravished from the wind, grey
piercing eyes that hold a fearless look, slim waist, delicate wrists and small, soft hands clenched into fists. At
the sight of the man, Ohimes body relaxed, mesmerized by his deep, dark eyes, sharp jaw line and thick yet
soft lips. He was wearing a dark kimono, with a silver dragon embroidered on the sleeves. Their eyes met and
Ohime could feel cold shivers running down her spine. He was not much older than her, maybe four or five
years at most. But the silence was interrupted by the appearance of the soldiers who found another entrance to
the library.
Come on!said the young man grabbing her hand and starting running.
She had a hard time trying to keep up with him. They reached the royal guardians, making their way through
the numerous number of people. But something was strange, unlike before, people were getting out of there
way and bowing their heads as they passed. Suddenly, Ohime stopped. In front of them was a group of soldiers,
waiting to arrest her. The young man glanced back at her, but didnt let go of her hand.
Whats the matter? he asked with a concerned look
The guards were getting closer.
The guards are coming. I am sorry that I put you in trouble, please go away before they catch you too. I dont
want you to get punished because of me. said Ohime and tried to free her hand from his hold.
The young man turned to face them and as soon as the guards saw his face they dropped to their knees and
bowed to the ground. He then turned to her with a bright smile.
I dont think that either of us is going to get hurt today.
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Ohime could not believe her eyes, it was really the prince Nori who saved her life. She heard the maids talking
about his outstanding charm and clever mind but she couldnt see him in person as she was working in the
kitchen all the time. The prince found her courage and skills remarkable and was soon mesmerized by her
stories and adventures from when she lived as a simple peasant. She told him about her family and their tragic
end. Maybe he could help her find out more about them. Prince Nori spent more and more time in the company
of Ohime. He would gift her many rare jewelries and adventure books, they would often go riding together
and then duel to measure their strength. Although he was a skilled user of the sword, prince Nori would often
let her win just to see her beautiful and bright smile. Ohime was envied by the fellow servants at the royal
kitchen who asked her all kinds of questions about the prince, hoping that one day they will also get the chance
to meet him. Ohime beard a great respect for the prince who saved her from getting lashed and soon started
developing other stronger feelings. First there was a mutual trust, both of them shared their most well kept
secrets and were not afraid to speak what was on their mind. Then their hearts started beating slightly fasters
when they saw each other, her cheeks would sometimes blush when he got a little closer and he would always
look at her with compassionate eyes when she was not attentive. But this was about to change. One day, when
the prince was away to solve some diplomatic matters, a group of armed guards stormed into the royal kitchen.
A beautiful young girl with dark piercing eyes that help a maleficent look, long raven hear, wearing a red
kimono with golden storks embroidered on the back made her way in the royal kitchen. All the servants froze
in their spots bowed their heads.
Where is she? said the beautiful girls with a sharp voice.
She then looked at Ohime who was the only one who was not bowing. An evil grin appeared on her thin and
red lips.
Grab her! she ordered the guards.
By the order of Mino Hojo, future queen of Japan, you are under arrested.said one of the soldiers and grabbed
her hand.
Ohime couldnt make out what was happening and if it was wise to strike back or simply obey. The soldiers
took her to the Hojo residence and locked her up in the dark dungeon. She hugged her knees and hoped that
the prince would come and rescue her. After a long night, the guards took her outside the Hojo residence where
many people gathered. She had her hands tied at her back so she could not escape. Mino Hojo made her
appearance shortly after the guards dropped Ohime on the stairs of the residence. She was looking even more
beautiful and evil since Ohime last saw her. She was no wearing a black kimono with green and silver flowers
on the bottom. Her hair was pinned with a sparkling jade hairpin and her red lips formed an evil grin. Keeled
before Ohime, giving her a compassionate look. Then Mino slapped her with all her might. She stop up and
spoke to the people gathered around them. People of Kyoto, may this be a lesson to all of you who dare to
question my position as queen and wife of the prince Nori. No other woman has the right to interfere between
me and the crown prince, especially a low class servant
She raised her hand to hit Ohime again. Ohime closed her eyes, waiting for another hit. But nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and saw prince Nori standing in front of her. He grabbed Minos hand.
I believe that you do not hold the authority to decide who I should be with or not said prince Nori with in a
firm voice, letting go of Minos hand. He then turned to face the crowd who immediately bowed to the ground.
This woman that you see standing in front of you is no other than Ohime Taira, daughter of the great nobleman
Taira. Fifteen years ago her family was killed by the House of Hojo to prevent their daughters from becoming
queens. He kneeled and helped Ohime get up, untying her hands and wiping her tears. But I believe that
their mission failed, because I found myself completely enchanted by this beautiful, courageous girl and cannot
see a better way to solve this problem than by making her my queen.
Ohimes eyes were filled with tears. She could not believe what she has just heard. The price placed his hands
on her waist and pulled her closer into his embrace.
Furious, Mino grabbed one of the guards sword and tried stabbing the prince in the back. But Ohime quickly
pulled him out of the way, grabbed the sword and with a swift spin pointed it to Mino.
Let this be a lesson to all of you who dare to put the life of the royal family in danger she said looking
straight into Minos eyes. I am not like you she said and dropped the sword.
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HAUNTED HOUSE
Netrepeiu Lorena, Tirean Pamela, 12th grade
Coord. Teacher: Ciocan Carmen
Dionisie Pop Marian Economical College, Alba Iulia
In a strange town
Like a puzzle box
Built 100 years ago
A spooky House
Its alive..
Inside her
Only a few have entered
Because it's haunted
An enchanted ghost
It scares you.
All the people avoid it
Because they are afraid
As the ghost there
Will haunt them
If they come in
The yelling heard every day
Frightens no one no longer
People have become accustomed
With this groovy place
The Haunted House
THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Frunz Vlad-Andrei, 6th grade
Coord. Teacher: Ptru Cornelia
Mircea Eliade Secondary School, Craiova
For me, the Christmas tree symbolizes the happiness that enters our houses during the magical time
of Christmas. The tree is mighty and eternal because it keeps his leaves in the winter. All children eagerly
await Santas arrival, who leaves presents under the tree for those who were good and obedient during the
whole year. In the past,the trees were decorated with apples, sweets and cupcakes, and a star or an angel on
top, symbolizing the Star of Bethlehem or the angels hospitality. The tradition of decorating the Christmas
tree originates from the Germanic peoples, but slowly became a Christian tradition. Now all the families in
the world, regardless of their religion, adorn the tree as a symbol of Christmas, followed by a festive meal
that gathers all the family members. Alongside with the constant development of the man and society, the
christmas tree also evolved. Nowadays it is adorned with dazzling installations, multicolored globes of all
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sizes and shapes, and above all, a shining star placed on top to complete the bewildering variety of
decorations .
The fir is of great importance in the celebration of Christmas, as it is the place where Santa leaves
gifts for children. As natural trees are expensive, many people opt for artificial ones that can be kept over the
years, but they dont have the same magic aura as the natural ones, with their smell of fresh fir needles and
wood. The Christmas tree is of great importance during the winter hollyday celebrations,so it began to be
used for commercial purposes, bringing good profits to different companies. In all great cities, one big tree is
placed in the middle of a Christmas market or the town square to freshen the atmosphere and stimulate the
Christmas spirit. The tree became a registered trademark for companies on the world market, and the logo of
electronic games. Being used for commercial purposes,the Chritmas tree began to gain more popularity
among young people, becoming even more popular than the Snowman, or even Santa Claus.
Decorating the Chritmas tree brings a festive atmosphere into the house. Winter holidays bring joy
into the souls of the families who gather around the Christmas tree, singing carols and enjoying the gifts
received. Carols bring a good feeling into the peoples souls, mesmerizing their mids and making them
forget their worries and problems.Children gather and sing carols in order to bring the Christmas spirit into
the peoples houses.They are welcomed with great joy and rewarded with apples, nuts and sweets,
symbolizing the generosity of the hosts.
For children, Christmas isnt complete
without decorating the Christmas tree with great joy,
knowing that Santa will leave the deseved gifts under
it. Some people choose to decorate their Christmas
tree with decorations kept since childhood, which
makes them remind of their past pleasant memories,
while others are using handmade decorations made
from various environmental-friendly materials. Others
are decorating their tree in various colors, some in
one color or in two colors which are combined
perfectly together.
Some people dont give importance to the
decoration of the Christmas tree, but they eventualy
do it for the fun of it. Adorning the tree is an annual
tradition in every family, and even after the children
grow up, the memories remain in their souls.Others
believe that the tree is not a symbol for Christmas. If
Santa were to leave gifts for them, he would place
them anywhere, for example the fireplace or the
window through where he entered. But it is said that
if there arent any Christmas decorations, than the
atmosphere would not attract Santa to bear gifts for
children and adults. The gifts will not bring the same
joy if they are not under a beautiful tree, decorated
with tinsel and colored globess.
From the younger ones to the oldest childen, all are waiting for Santa Claus to leave presents under
their Christmas tree, withought knowing that Santa received a little support from their parents who are
thinking of bringing joy to their children. They are all waiting with their noses glued to the windows glass
for Santa to pass by with great, beautiful gifts. Altough the modern tendency is to neglect the family
celebrations and traditions, I believe that Chritmas is a custom that will never grow old. People all over the
world decorate they trees in the Christmas Eve and giflt each other presents to honour their love and
friendship.
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CHRISTMAS CONFESSION
Oance Robert, Constantin Madalina , 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Mihulescu Angela Cristina
Technical College of Food Industry
I know. I am a wonder.
Never afraid to be myself, whatever they might
say.
I have my griefs, my joys, the colour of my skin,
My face and eyes.
Im happy to be me.
Ive known rejection, pain, fear and doubt.
Ive cried, but here I am,
More powerful than ever.
Whatever doesnt kill me makes me stronger.
The Lamb
Born in the stable of my heart
Has set me free.
And I will be
Forever His.
The ugly duckling has become a swan.
FRIENDSHIP
Burcioiu Miruna, 5th grade
Coord. Teacher: Pduraru Daniela
,,Sfntul Nicolae Secondary School, Pietroia
What is friendship? Everybody tries to find the answer

of this question and of course they answer differently. Some
may think that friendship means being there for someone,
having a shoulder when you are in need. Others will say
that friendship is having someone who will raise you up
when you are down.
So, having friends is very important in everyones life
because friends are always there for us, whenever we need
them. We need friends to share our problems, worries, the
moments of joy and happiness. Those friends are not easy
to find, but when we find them we have to keep them close
and try not to lose their respect.
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Friendship is one of the most precious gifts of life, its a feeling of love, it means sharing and
caring, trust and sincerity.
Friends play an important role in people lives. They understand us and support us
unconditionally. For this we must respect each other more, and try to know the others much better,
because friends and friendship are things we cannot live without.
Youre my best friend
You were from the start
Together we stand strong
And we shall never part.
SUMMER RAIN
Minca Florin Catalin
XIth Grade
Coord. Teacher:Tecu Elena Diana
Henri Coanda High School, Craiova
I sit and watch near the candle light;

Its raining hard- Im getting bored.
Just a summer rain- its not a burden!
Clouds break in the distance,
Lightning flashinghere and thereA sparkling light, like that of an angel,
Accompanied by a frightening sound.
But its OK- rains come and goAnd if this one is to last, I dont mind it at
all!
Cause clouds will be totally empty at last
And abeautiful rainbow in the sky will be
cast!
I wont see it! What a pity its night!
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ANA AND ALEXANDRA SAVED THE LAND OF THE ALMONDS
Oana Maria Bacaran, 6th grade
Coordinating teacher: Maria-Cristina Rotaru
Tudor Arghezi High School
Once upon a time, in a little village of a far away land, there lived two sisters: Ana and Alexandra.
The two girls were good, smart and beautiful. Ana had brown eyes, golden hair like honey and red
lips like roses. Alexandra had blue eyes like the sky, and her hair was fair like lemon.
They lived in The Land of Almonds, which was very famous for its tasty almonds and the
marzipan which is prepared by abiding by secret recipes and sacredly guarded by the local people. The hills
were sprinkled with almond trees full of white and pink flowers. The people were hard working and had
beautiful houses and on the tallest hill rose the king's castle.
The time for the fruit to get ripe had come. All the people were very excited because, finally, they
could make marzipan. One morning, when they woke up, they discovered that the whole land was covered in
snow and there was a biting frost. They got worried about the trees, they were afraid the fruits wouldn't
resist. People got scared and sought explanations about the snow which absolutely unnaturally had fallen in
their warm and gentle land.
The king called all the councilors, who were the wisest in his kingdom, the wizards and the fortune
tellers, asking them to solve the mystery. But no one could find a reasonable explanation. Then, the king
announced that the one who would manage to defreeze his kingdom, would get a chest filled with gems, gold
and other precious stones.
That night, Alexandra had a very strange dream. In her dream a fairy appeared and told her
everything that had happened:
" Once upon a time was an old almonds farmer. He was a very wise man, good and faithful, merciful and
modest, very loved by the king and all the other people. He had a secret recipe for the preparation of
marzipan. The Almonds Festival was almost at the end. All the people were excited about this. The king
ordered him to prepare some marzipan. He did a very good job, he worked a lot for the preparation of the
marzipan, but the king forgot to invite him at the party. The farmer, thinking that the king didn't appreciate
all the work hed done, left the land. Now, he was taking his revenge and he was the one who had sent this
winter.
The fairy also told Alexandra that the old almonds farmer was now living in the Kingdom of the Oranges.
The fairy said: Only you, Alexandra and your sister can stop him. But beware! You will face a lot of
dangers: you will cross the Empire of the Wolves and cross the Big Sea of the Wind Farm, from the
Kingdom of the Winds, where dangers are lurking everywhere."
Then, Alexandra woke up. She told her sister what she dreamed about. They decided to leave for the
Kingdom of the Oranges immediately. They gathered all the necessary things and started their dangerous
journey.
They went and went a long way until they reached a huge and bushy forest. They were now in the
Empire of the Wolves. They continued their journey slowly and very cautiously, but Alexandra tripped over
a long tree root and fell into a cave. Ana tried to help her, but she fell too. They crossed all the cave until
the reached a golden gate. They opened it up and in front of them there were a lot elves. Excuse me, but
who are you?, asked Ana. We are the elves of this forest! I am Max and I am the head of them. But, if you
dont mind my asking, who are you?!
I am Alexandra, and she is my sister, Ana. We are from the Land of the Almonds and we left our country
to remove the curse cast over our land. The harsh winter put mastery over our country. We must reach the
Kingdom of the Oranges as soon as possible.
Poor girls, you are in great danger! A hard journey you started. Look! This is a magic whistle. Whenever
you will need our help, blow it and we will come to help you!
Thank you so much for all your kindness! said Ana.
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Going out of the elves'cave, the girls continued their journey, but in the evening they found
themselves surrounded by a pack of ferocious wolves. Ana blew the whistle, and the elves made their
appearance. The elves were carrying fire torches with which they managed to scare the wolves away.
The girls thanked them and went to the Big Sea of the Wind Farm. On the way, they met a little blue
bird like the clear sky, which had fallen out of its nest. Girls got mercy, and, although it was difficult, they
climbed in the tree and put the bird back in the nest. It was a chick of the Azure Bird. Grateful, the Azure
Bird gave them a blue feather, telling them that, when they have problems, they should only throw it to the
sky.
Reaching the shore of the sea, a strong wind started making huge menacing waves rise. The girls
threw the feather to the sky and then a flock of blue birds appeared and they took the girls on their back,
carrying them over the sea, far from the unleashed storm.
After several days of walking, they finally reached the Kingdom of the Oranges, the kingdom of the
fragrances, where the flavor of the delicious oranges could be felt anywhere. The two girls arrived at the
almonds farmer, who had put the curse over the kingdom. They told him about the many dangers they
confronted with in order to find him, they made the farmer remember the beauty and the wealth of The Land
of the Almonds and asked him to bring the summer back to their beautiful country, also asking him and to
come back with them.
Impressed by their good soul, the old farmer recited a spell and the winter, the sow and the frost
began withdrawing. The farmer also agreed to come back. On their arrival, the angry king wanted to
imprison the old farmer for all the trouble he had put his kingdom to. But the girls told the king everything,
reminding him that he was also at fault for not remembering to show his appreciation for the old farmers
hard work. Being wise, the king understood and forgave the old farmer.
Grateful to the girls for bringing the summer back and saving the almond trees, the king gave them
the chest with gems: rubies, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds and pearls, also asking them to stay in his palace
and help him rule his kingdom.
And so, thanks to the two brave and merciful girls, the Land of the Almonds was saved.
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MY DEAR NESSEBAR
Calin Andrei 8th grade
Coord. Teacher: Matresu-Binjung Valentina
G-ral David Technical College

There is a special place in my
heart
And there its you,
My dear Nessebar.
Your cobbled streets,
Your little houses
And your historical scent.
I can still hear the Danube
Its quiet waves
And its wonderful music.
My memories come back to you
As if my steps remained
In your old church
And my thoughts, too.
Quiet and beauty,
Peace and warmth,
Sun and good wind,
Thats you
My dear Nessebar.
THE TREASURE OF THE CAVE PEOPLE

Nicusor Blaa, Ana-Maria Dima, 9th grade
Coord, Teacher: Corina Vasile
The narrow path took me to something unbelievable, the whole room was full of statues of
silver and diamond, and pure gold coins enough to buy a country.
It was January 1990, I was preparing for an expedition with a few friends in order to discover
the last treasure of the cave people who were extinct by the Americans long ago.
I remember when James asked me "What are we going to do with it, Nick?" I told him that
we will equally divide it between us. After a while, we were all ready to go, packed our bags into the
car, and went to the place where the map indicated.
It was a cave covered by the big weeds and trees. I entered first; there was nothing, just a few
bats. I went further and fell into a narrow path that took me to the treasure room.
It was only then when I realized that I didn't have to share it with the others! So, I took a few
bags of gold and made myself disappear.
Later on, I saw in the newspaper that they were killed by someone; I couldn't care less, I had
my gold and a happy life waiting for me!
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THE MYSTERIOUS CITY

Marmol- CernatAlissa, 9th grade
Coord. Teacher: Corina Vasile
The narrow path took me to something unbelievable. Darkness covered everything around me and
there was a large, fallen tree trunk blocking my path but beyond it I could see lights in the distance. I was
almost certain there was an entire city there. It was unbelievable.
I had gotten more or less lost that morning while exploring the forest, which perhaps hadn't been such
a bright idea but I was quite sure I had a chance of discovering something no one else had. I considered myself
quite the explorer.
Once I reached what seemed to be the middle of the forest I found several narrow paths leading in
different directions. By the time I decided which one to take night had fallen and that certain rather eerie
atmosphere that surrounded the forest seemed to deepen. I was sure something was about to happen, I just
didn't know what.
With nothing to light my way and my last drop of courage quickly disappearing I tried climbing over
the immense tree trunk but I only succeeded in ripping my jacket and not being any closer to my goal. There
had to be a way to reach the city, I was sure of it.
Suddenly a musky, warm smell filled the air and I heard a roar. Something was approaching. I searched
my pockets for something that I could use as a flashlight but I found nothing. Then I heard the distinct sound
of something climbing over the tree trunk. Something big that seemed to have claws. I screamed when I saw
the hideous head of the creature appear over the trunk and I quickly took off running in the opposite direction,
not quite caring if I was only getting myself more lost.
By the time morning came I had managed to reach home but I was still quite shaken. I couldn't help
wondering if anyone would believe the incident.
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COORDINATOR
CORINA VASILE
EDITOR IN CHIEF
MIHAI DANIEL ILIE
EDITORS
ANDREI BUMBAC
MARIAN TRISTARU
The writers take full responsability of their own writing printed in this issue.
All images used that were not sent to us by the contestants were found on deviantart.com or google.com.
All Rights Reserved to the Copyright Owners.
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