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New writers and books have been added on our website: Gabriela Adamesteanu – Fontana di Trevi, Cezar Amariei – Zilele noastre marunte / Our Paltry Days, Diana Badica – Parinti /... read moreNew entries on our website
New writers and books have been added on our website: Dan Alexe – Pantere parfumate / Perfumed Panthers, Adrian Alui Gheorghe – Zugzwang sau Strada cu o singura iesire / Zugzwang or Dead-End Street,... read more
The bones had been carted back by the same sergeants and warrant officers, with a wheelbarrow once again, except that this time they had not covered them with a tarpaulin and had lost their air of cockerels strutting among hens. They resembled trembling sparrows, who did not know how to vanish quickly enough from the sight of an old tomcat that was as yet indulgent, with prominent cheekbones and colonel’s pips.