Professional Documents
Culture Documents
5th EDITION
rd
23 JANUARY 2019
11th grade
”What a pity. I don’t know much myself. If he had got on this tram, I should have asked
him. I like to start a conversation with educated people. These young people, my dear sir, must
have been students. Eminent students. I was waiting with them at the tram stop, and I listened to
them. They were talking about a certain colonel Lawrence and his adventures in Araby. What a
memory, too! They recited whole pages from the colonel’s book by heart!”
(Mircea Eliade: fragmente din În curte la Dionis, 1977)
“PLURILINGVISM” CONTEST
23rd JANUARY 2019
9th grade
KEY
Păcat. Nici eu nu prea ştiu mare lucru. Dacă s-ar fi urcat în tramvaiul ăsta, l-aş fi întrebat. Îmi
place să intru în vorbă cu oameni culţi. Tinerii aceştia, domnul meu, erau, desigur, studenţi.
Studenţi eminenţi. Aşteptam cu ei în staţie şi i-am ascultat. Vorbeau despre un anume colonel
Lawrence şi de aventurile lui în Arabia. Şi ce memorie! Recitau pe dinafară pagini întregi din
cartea colonelului!
II. Translate into Romanian the following sentences. (15 points)
1. Ce făceai când te-am sunat şi n-ai vrut să vorbeşti cu mine?
2. Nu ştiam că ai să te întorci, fiindcă crezusem că ai plecat de tot.
3. A recunoscut că face întotdeauna ceai sau cafea când n-are altceva de făcut.
4. A anunţat că regele face legi pentru supuşii lui şi nu trebuie deranjat până nu va
termina.
5. Danezul răspunse că va fi primit de primul-ministru
" I was coming that day with my arms full of flowers... He had not waited for me... I had just
wished to experience a lost moment again... something from my past, and I was obeying this
impulse as you accept “just one” glass of wine, knowing you could not handle more... But the
servant gave me a note when I rang the bell. A hateful, light blue, almost white envelope. A
poisoned thought seemed to run all over my body and make my skin go dry. I did not know what
to answer, I did not even read the note, because its content was indifferent to me now.
There was a time when I used to look deeply into motives, following the spring of a subterranean
river [...] deep inside a grotto. Now I only felt an immense pity for my joy and the flowers I was
carrying." Camil Petrescu - "Patul lui Procust"