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Exercitiu de proza arhiscurta:

O găsi muşcându-şi pumnii, încercând inutil să ascundă ţipătul ce i se zbătea în piept. De fapt, nu putea nici măcar să respire, scâncindu-şi neputincioasă frustrarea. Învins, strivi cu o îmbrăţişare spasmele trupului plâns, simţindu-i pulsul haotic prin carotidă. Abia acum îi zări părul, vopsit şi aspru. Şi al lui, se gândi, e rărit peste măsură, înainte de vreme. Un singur lucru le rămăsese, viu, palpabil. Dincolo de uşa închisă, Ana aştepta speriată, cu pumnii strânşi, neştiind de ce plânge mami.

„We are creatures of the sun, we men and women. We love light and life. That is why we crowd into the towns and cities, and the country grows more and more deserted every year. In the sunlight – in the daytime, when Nature is alive and busy all around us, we like the open hill-sides and the deep woods well enough: but in the night, when our Mother Earth has gone to sleep, and left us waking, oh! the world seems so lonesome, and we get frightened, like children in a silent house. Then we sit and sob, and long for the gas-lit streets, and the sound of human voices, and the answering throb of human life. We feel so helpless and so little in the great stillness, when the dark trees rustle in the night-wind. There are so many ghosts about, and their silent sighs make us feel so sad. Let us gather together in the great cities, and light huge bonfires of a million gas-jets, and shout and sing together, and feel brave.”

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