1. February 2013
Fifth Edition
Love does not
dominate;
it cultivates.
Goethe
I LOVE MY GROUP, I LOVE MY GROUP!
IT MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD!
By Alina GAMUREAC
Alecu Russo Bălţi State University is one of the best universities from our
country. This is the place where you can find the best teachers, the best classes,
the best subjects, the best groups, the best students and fellows.
I am very happy that I have the possibility to study here. At the beginning
ON LITERATURE IN A I had a bit of regrets. Everything was so new and unusual for me and it was a little
STUDENT’S LIFE! bit difficult to become familiar with everything around me. What hurt most was that
By Cristina LUPESCU my family and my sweet home were far away from me.
Each student, when he/she comes But as they say “Time heals all wounds”, finally the university started
to the university, thinks that it should be a getting nicer and nicer. Now I like everything, the fellows and the teachers and the
piece of cake to study there. But the fact is classes and … the canteen.
that the most respected quality in every My fellows, everyone special in his/her own way, are very kind, generous,
person is his/her knowledge. Now, knowl- and beautiful and I love them. We get on well, we have become friends and, even
edge is the result of literature, i.e. of exten- more, we have become a family. We spend a lot of time together. We laugh, we
sive reading. And it is not just about reading have fun, we study, we participate in different activities, we help each other and, as
the daily newspaper. If you really want to be in every group of people, sometimes, we quarrel.
a personality you should read. Anyway, I like my group and my fellows and I am proud that they are my
Teachers at the Faculty of Foreign friends.
Languages want to make their bright student When I was asked to be their monitor, I was scared. In my opinion, to
even brighter. They have the habit of giving monitor is a great responsibility. You must keep everything under control, and I am
to their students books to read at home, talking only about the register but also about one’s self-control. In addition, you
when they have time. Somebody will say must keep everyone informed about the timetable, about the eventual changes in it,
that it is a bad idea. But, I know for sure that about books, marks, exams, holidays, activities… To make a long story short, to be
it is the best thing that they can do for us. a monitor means to be responsible for everything.
It is a pleasure to read something That is why I would like to thank all my fellows for their support and un-
interesting instead of talking on the phone or derstanding. They have always helped me and encouraged me. It is so nice to
chatting. I agree that sometimes it is hard to know that there are people around you on whom you can rely.
read a book when there are a lot of unknown I would like to thank our dear teacher of English too because she also
words, but, this is the best way to improve helps me every time I need it and she is not angry with me when I bother her so
your English/French. It can also improve often.
your communicative skills. Your vocabulary
becomes richer and you don’t feel embar- There are no secrets to success. It is the result of
rassed because you can’t find the right preparation, hard work learning from failure.
word. But above all, your mind becomes General Colin Powell
free. Your imagination doesn’t have limits.
Don’t be lazy, read a book…and ON THE IMPORTANCE OF EXAMS
you’ll see how your head, mind and soul will By Nadejda ALBU
get wings…wings to fly free! Learning is a process that never stops. An exam is a test to show the
picture of the knowledge and skills we acquire during this process of learning.
I am a student, and many people know that exams are part of a student’s
life. To be honest with you, this part is the least pleasant, because exams bring with
them a lot of tension, stress and they are not a holiday for us as some teachers like
to say.
A CHECKLIST :) The winter exams were not that stressful, because I was supposed to
1. Do you like reading books? pass only three out of six (for the other three I was exempted). I was very happy
2. Do you read at least one page a day? because I had more free time. At the same time, I saw that my work during the term
3. Do you ponder over what you’ve read? was rewarded. I know that many teachers don’t like the idea of exempting some of
4. Are you an active reader? their students from examination. In my opinion, if the student knows that he will be
5. Do you revise your viewpoints on life exempted he will work harder to have this reward at the end. Scholarship is also
after having read a book? an impulse for doing well in our courses and exams. It is a welcome help for a stu-
dent.
If your answer is YES to all the From my point of view, exams are the drive that makes us take our work
questions, then congratulations, seriously and do well all that we are supposed to do. It makes us realize that the
you are A GOOD READER! key to success lies in our hands. 1

2. ON “FAHRENHEIT 451”
By Ecaterina POPOVA
Anna HARITONOVA
The novel “Fahrenheit 451” by Ray Bradbury depicts a world that looks more like a cage, which its inhabitants don’t want
to leave. They are very strange. They don’t read books, because it is forbidden by law. They’re not interested in finding answers to
essential questions, such as: the origin of the human race, nature. They never look at stars, at the moon. They don’t enjoy life.
They consider that people, who enjoy life, who admire nature, help each other are insane.
The main character of the book is Guy Montag. He’s a fireman. But he’s not a normal fireman we are used to. His work is
not to put out fires but to burn books. At the beginning he is just like the other ignorant people inhabiting that town. He loves his job,
he is eager to burn books. He even takes special pleasure in witnessing the process. But there happens something that turns his
seemingly secure world upside down! He meets Clarisse. She is different. She admires nature, the moon. She walks at night.
In addition he once witnesses something very strange. On one of his missions they set a fire on a house full of books.
However, the owner of the books doesn’t leave the house. She stays there and burns alive together with her books. That makes
Montag reflect on this limited world and realize the power a book may have. All of a sudden he sees the true picture of the town he
is living in. He sees the distance existing between people. There is lack of communication between them, even between a husband
and a wife. Montag and his wife couldn’t even remember when and where they met for the first time. Only, when he leaves the
town, he remembers that they met in Chicago.
Every man is locked in their own world, knowing nothing. Only few people are interested in what happens in the world,
but they have to hide this. People like Montag escape, break the rules, not to degrade and live like a plant. Outside this town Mon-
tag finds such people, who also escaped from this stupid world. He finally realizes that a fire is made for warming, not for burning.
book noun [ C ] - (1) a set of pages that have been fastened together inside a cover
SWITCH OFF THE TV SET
WORDS AND PHRASES!!!
AND LEARN SOME NEW
to be read or written in; e.g. I took a book with me to read on the train. / She wrote a
book on car maintenance.
(2) one of the parts into which a very long book, such as the Bible , is divided; e.g. the
book of Job.
(3) a number of one type of thing fastened together flat inside a cover; e.g.a book of
stamps/tickets/matches
(4) books the written records of money that a business has spent or received; e.g. At
the end of the year, the accountant goes over (= checks) the books.
(5) [ S ] when a bookmaker accepts and pays out sums of money which are risked on
a particular result; e.g.They've already opened/started a book on the result of the
next World Cup.
be in sb's good/bad books If you are in someone's good/bad books, they are
Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary, 3rd Edition
pleased/not pleased with you; e.g.He's in Melanie's bad books because he arrived 2
hours late. / I cleaned the bathroom yesterday so I'm in Mum's good books.
be on the books to be employed by a company, or (pay to) belong to a organization, society, sports team, etc.; e.g. There are 256
people on the books at the cement works. / The nursery has 30 babies on the books and 13 on the waiting list.
go by the book/do sth by the book to do something exactly as the rules tell you; e.g. My lawyer always goes strictly by the
book. / This is a private deal - we don't have to do everything by the book.
in my book in my opinion; e.g. She's never lied to me, and in my book that counts for a lot.
ˈ book ˌ club noun [ C ] (1) a group of people who meet regularly to talk about a book which they have all read ; (2) an organiza-
tion in which members can buy books more cheaply than in the shops
be an open book If someone is an open book, it is easy to know what they are thinking and feeling.
bring sb to book UK to punish someone and make them explain their behavior.
have your head (buried/stuck) in a book to be reading; e.g. Rose always has her head buried in a book.
You can't judge a book by its cover. SAYING said to show that you cannot know what something or someone is like by looking
only at their appearance.
take a leaf out of sb's book to copy something that someone else does because it will bring you advantages; e.g. Maybe I should
take a leaf out of Rick's book and start coming in at ten every morning.
have your nose in a book to always be reading; e.g. She's always got her nose in a book.
turn-up for the book(s) UK ( US one for the books ) a surprising or unexpected event; e.g. Well, that's a turn-up
for the books - I never thought he'd get the job.
2 every trick in the book every possible way; e.g. I've tried every trick in the book to seduce him and still no luck!
the oldest trick in the book a way of tricking someone which is still effective although it has been used a lot before;
e.g. It was the oldest trick in the book - one man distracted me while another stole my wallet.

3. “FAHRENHEIT 451” ECHOES
By Nadejda ALBU
Alina GAMUREAC
Montag:
My name is Montag. I am a fireman. My favorite perfume is kerosene. You don’t know why, this is because my work is to
burn books. One day, when I was going home I met her. She was a beautiful girl of seventeen.
Montag: - Hello! Are you my new neighbor?
Clarisse: - Hello! Yes, I am. And you must be the fireman.
Montag: - What is your name?
Clarisse: - Clarisse. Clarisse McClellan. And yours?
Montag: - I’m Guy Montag.
We discussed about my wife and how she was always complaining about my smell of kerosene, about my work, about
trees, about grass, about the dew and other things. But she was different from others. When we said goodbye to each other, she
asked me something that changed my present life. She asked me if I were happy. Then I told myself that I was happy but this
question made me think deep about my happiness.
I met her often when I was going home after work. Then one day she disappeared. I asked my wife about Clarisse and
she said that she was dead and that her family moved out somewhere.
Ooohhhh! By the way, my wife’s name was Mildred. She was interested only in TV shows and she was often taking
sleeping-tablets.
Mildred:
I am Mildred. I like to watch TV shows and have big screens on the walls of the parlor room. I can’t understand:
Why does my husband become interested in books?
Why does he bring them home?
Why does he read me poems which I don’t understand?
Why doesn’t he burn them?
Books are banned!!!
Why doesn’t Montag like watching TV with me and take sleeping-tablets just like me? Why can’t he be normal? He is so
strange.
One day he even asked me when and where we had met for the first time but I couldn’t answer this question. The only
thing that I could say was that it had been so long ago that I couldn’t remember. We weren’t quite as close as it should be between
a husband and a wife. We didn’t have any children.
Montag:
I was so disappointed with my life. I understood that even if my wife had died I wouldn’t have cried.
I began to realize that reading is essential for life ant it can change people and bring them to life. My wife didn’t under-
stand this and reported my hidden books to my firemen team. My house was set on fire, the war started and my wife died. I es-
caped from the city and met Granger in a forest across a river. Granger introduced himself and other ex-university professors to
me. They told me that they wanted to change this world with the help of books and asked me to join them. I agreed.
Now, I will do everything to change the world. I’ve realized for the first time that I’m ALIVE.
THIS IS MY MESSAGE TO THE WORLD
By Artiom LUPOI
Hello, my name is Montag, and today I would like to speak about books. What
do YOU know about them? I know something! They burn well! And it’s not just my opin-
ion, nowadays more than 90% of people use books for that purpose, and it’s not a meta-
phor, it’s true. Smart, thinking people are of no help to the government, who needs just
bio-robots, animal fear, and submission. Uncle Sam created for us comfortable cage
with excellent zombie TV. We don’t need anything apart from loud meaningless laugh-
ter; and then pointless action, action, action. Artificial voice and seashell ear-thimbles
replaced genuine communication. There are too many of us. There are billions of us and
that’s too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers
come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. But they leave you
your emptiness.
Who remembers how the grass looks? Who remembers how the trees look?
People are talking about nothing, about new stuffs, about new cars, about frivolity. Mod-
ern society is a huge cage where the prey comes willingly. But there are some smart
birds. Some of them are fighting on the good side. They are our last hope for freedom.
3

4. I love you, LIFE! You are the only one who
The clock is ticking, time passes fast will never cheat on me. Yes, sometimes you are
And I am just thinking about our past… disgusting, sometimes you are boring, but some-
With my heart full of joy I just want to say: times you are BEAUTIFUL. And I will keep
My dear friend, Happy Valentine’s Day! these wonderful moments deep down in my soul.
When someone speaks about love I love you for the sweet memories because whenever I
They have a smile on their face; need it I can experience my past over and over again. I love
When someone speaks about love you for the family, for the friends, for the teachers. I love
They think of a very special place; you for the spring, for a good rest after a hard day, for the
When someone speaks about love green grass and for the smell of blank paper. I love you espe-
The One saves them from despair; cially for the moments that I will experi-
When someone speaks about love ence in the future. I think that our love
There are butterflies in the air. will be reciprocal and long like LIFE.
By the moon as I sit to seek your glory By Artiom LUPOI
The red roses I see create a new story.
There may be tears, but reasons few
What remains is that I will always love you!
And now, at this moment, far away from despair,
My dear, be happy because love is in the air!
By Virginia TACUS
My piglet, my dream, my star….my love! I can’t say only in a word all that you are for
me…I can’t find among so many words the right ones to explain my love for you…It is
the strongest feeling that I’ve ever known. When I’m with you, I feel that I’m free like a
bird…When I’m with you, I feel your every touch…When I’m with you, my heart beats
faster and faster…You are present in all my dreams…You’re like an angel…Each wink is for you, each breath
is for you…each kiss is for you…You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I don’t know which side of you
I enjoy most. I treasure each side.........I always whisper your name when I’m alone or upset…and I think an
angel tells you that I miss you and at that very moment you call me….Your voice is my favorite sound…I can
listen to you every single moment of my life…I want to spend my lifetime loving you….touching you….kissing
you….I don’t need anything else in this world but you…Nobody can break this wall of love that surrounds
us….Your touch is softer than wool…your kisses are sweeter than honey…your eyes shine like dia-
monds….your hands are so strong that can destroy the whole world only to protect me…Your smile is like a
light at the end of a tunnel…I love you my sweetheart!! I need you my darling!! I live for you my life!!!
By Crictina LUPESCU
Love... This word My dear!
contains the whole mean- Love is the best and, at the same time, the strangest
ing of life. There is love feeling in the word. However, only love will remain, after
between a husband and a everything has faded away. I think that our love is strong. It
wife, between parents helps us to overcome all the obstacles. And I want to tell you
and children, between something:
friends. Nowadays, the word "love" is perceived I love you! I thank you that you are in my life. I
incorrectly. There are people who don't believe want you to know that when you came in my life I began to
in it, but there are others who are looking for it look at things in another way. I love you passionately. I love
every day. Without love there would be no you tenderly. You are my support. When I am sad you are
peace in the word. Hatred leads only to evil. always beside me. You never leave me alone. You are always
Whereas love leads only to bliss. It is kind, it on my mind. I feel you support even if you are far away. I
has no envy, it has ho pride. Love's ways are know our love is true.
ever fair. Love has the power of changing I love you, my dear.
things from worse to better. It makes people Thank you for your love!!!
have faith, and hope for the better.
By Anastasia POPTOVA By Marina CUGUT
4

5. Dear Juliet. Romeo, my love.
That feeling that lives within my heart is immortal A year has past since we
like phoenix, strong like a tiger’s jaws, and deep like met for the first time. But I
the boundless ocean. The feeling that I carry in my already can’t imagine my life
heart is love, endless love; and I have no doubts – I without you. You became a
will always love you. part of me, in spite of all
When we’re together, the other people become un- obstacles, that prevent us
important; I forget about everyone, I just enjoy your from being together. I remember all our secret
presence. You inspire me so much, that I can even meetings; every single detail is alive in my mind.
write poems. Every date with you is like a fairy tale, because
“When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I your presence makes me crazy and I forget about
would change, everything in this world, and I need nothing and
Because you’re amazing, just the way you are. nobody, But You!!! Only You!!!
And when you smile, the whole world stops and The only thing that bothers me is that we can’t be
stays for a while. together all the time. You’re far from me. I know
Because you’re amazing, just the way you are”. there’s e-mail and Skype – we communicate a lot.
These are the lines you inspired me to create. But… I’m tired of this. I love you! And I want
The only thing I want is to be always with you, to you here, alive, next to me, to feel your warmth, to
see your eyes, to touch your hands, to kiss your lips. hear your breath. Therefore, now it is time to make
These things are priceless; nobody can give them to a decision at last. Let us part no more! Do you re-
me. Without you I wouldn’t be happy, I would see member, at our last meeting you said, that it is so
no reason in life, I wouldn’t love, and live. I love sad that it’s impossible to repeat beautiful moments
you, my angel, you’re my everything. You stuck in my of life. So, I wish our beautiful moments never end.
heart. I believe that we’ll find the way to make it.
Today, when all the lovers celebrate Saint Valen-
tine ’s Day, I want to ask you a very important Millions of kisses.
question. I’ll be waiting for you in the park, exactly Yours,
there, where we met first time! Juliet.
P.S. I received your letter, my dear, and I’m very
Love. glad you’re back, here, in the town. I’ll be there.
Romeo Looking forward to our meeting.
By Anna HARITONOVA By Ecaterina POPOVA
A mad man’s letter
By
A letter is never a good way to say goodbye, but it’s definitely a better alternative than silence.
A year ago, love was just another word in songs and commercials. A simple word the meaning of which I
could never fully understand. Then you came down into my life, painting old words with new colors…colors I
was too blind to see before…colors I never knew existed. So I found love.
I’ve been looking for happiness for my entire life. I’ve been looking for it everywhere. To my surprise, I found
it in your eyes. I never thought happiness could be so plain. And I had love and happiness.
Perfection was never on the list of things I wanted to find… and yet, I found perfection in you. And I had
love, happiness and perfection. What else could one want?
Freedom, my love, I beg for freedom!!! I have to lose everything and find myself. And since you’re everything
I have, I must sink into my solitude to treasure every drop of happiness you shared with me. For many years I’ve
built bridges over sorrows without knowing that happiness can be more dangerous. Happiness poisoned my
dreams by creating the mirage of achievement. Happiness is nothing but insanity… the insanity of believing we
have everything we want… Now, wandering over the seas of past sunsets and future sunrises, I’ve decided to
fall into the abyss of a world without you…and I’m whispering goodbye, my Valentine, I’ll look for
you after I find myself.
5

6. DEATH PENALTY
By Viorica CONDRAT
And it was raining…
The heavenly drops knocking gently on the windowpane echoed the hellish pain from my chest. I could
hardly breathe. My limbs were numb, so was my tongue. No speech! No motion! Just the clumsy raindrops crashing
on the windowpane! Their life is soothingly short. It ends up in a spectacular splash, but unlike us, my dear, they will
be reborn to crash and resurrect again. I think they were sorry to witness the decay of flesh that day.
So, there we were: two spectral guests in a hotel room and nothing more. Oh, no, there was something: the
funeral of our love!
(How I wished my eyes were full of tears!)
When one beautiful day one feels one has fallen out of love, the most intolerable thing to endure is the funeral of love.
Could it have been anything more pathetic than that deathly, tomblike silence reigning in that stuffy hotel room when you sentenced
our love to death? I wonder whether you felt the searing pain growing in my chest. It was not your futile excuse that made me suf-
fer, but your insistence that you had once loved me. Oh, couldn’t you just see that no persuasion would ever help me get rid of the
realization that our love had been stillborn. You blamed the hazards of life for committing a grisly murder. Poor hazards of life! Why
should they always be responsible for our abnormal desire of killing feelings? The destiny’s whim – a made-up delusion to haunt us
throughout life and excuse our failures so that we persist in being frustrated geniuses!
I remember you sitting on the bed that still echoed our oaths of eternal love and your hideous smile which disfigured your
once appealing face. Had you schemed all this to happen or was it another improvisation of yours? I desperately wanted to wipe
out that cruel sympathy from your face. I think you liked the way you looked on our love’s deathbed. You were so immersed in con-
templating yourself that you did not see what I saw: the corroded image of a contented, egocentric creature driven by vanity into
the mortality of the human existence. Again and again, I was seized by the acute pain of an agonizing mortal who blames himself
for having ever harboured dreams, faith, love…
You said the extinction of our love was inevitable. So you had been lurking in the shadows expecting the perfect moment
to stab me in my chest. I’d like to know who of us two was not apt enough to love. I am aware of the fact that I was as guilty as you
were: I believed in you. Looking at our love’s carcass, my first consideration was to kill you. Who would have the right to stop me
from what you had done to our love. I could not get rid of the idea that you should perish together with our love. I really had a mind
to do so. It would have been a blessing for the earth to get eradicated of such a parasite. But then I realized that nothing would
make this terrible feeling of loss banish. I was orphaned again. I did not kill you because I knew: there is no way out as long as love
can be sentenced to death by mortals, my love.
I don’t know whether my face betrayed my thoughts or you finally realized what you had done, but at that moment you
looked scared to death. I saw you shuffle, I saw you squirm, I saw you slouch. You were so naïve as to think that your surreptitious
glances at the mined clock escaped my vigilance. Was the other one already waiting for you somewhere in the rain?
I felt queasy! I have to admit your lying prowess was the best I’d ever seen. There was nothing left for me but greet my
teeth. All of a sudden, it dawned on me! From the very beginning I had been the underdog. This was a race I was doomed to lose.
Then I smiled. You stood there gawping at me as if there was not such a scene in your script to see me smile. Actually,
do you know what crossed my mind at that very moment: ‘Funny, our love has been killed but we escaped unscathed.’ That, hun,
made you lose your temper. So you decided to trample on my bleeding heart. Definitely you wanted it maimed.
I saw you speak, I saw you cry, I saw you shout. But I didn’t hear. You seemed to be squabbling over trifles. I pitied you,
my pitiless assassin. Your performance was deplorable. Snuffling our love out turned out to be a cheap performance of a drunken
actress who forgot her soliloquy.
Just go, go away, run, disappear! Spare me suffering from the insidious effects of love! How does it come that I hate to
love you.
And it was raining…
(How I wished my eyes were full of tears!)
LOVE’S CONFESSION
By Alina GAMUREAC
I roamed the entire Universe for many millenniums, looking for souls that would shelter me. Finally, I found a wonderful
place with lots of souls which needed me. This place was the Earth and the souls were the people inhabiting the Earth. I grew fond
of them. I realized that they were the source of my existence.
Sweet people,
You make me to bud when I touch your hearts. Your smiles, your happiness, your beautiful poems and songs dedicated
to me - give me wings to fly and reach every part of the world in order to be closer and closer to you. I am here, I am there, I am
everywhere!!! Just look into your hearts and you’ll see me settled comfortable there.
I will never leave you. You are my home, my kingdom. I like to see your faces everyday with shining eyes, with happy
expressions, your bodies that are attached one to another.
I don’t have a physical frame; I can recognize myself in the mirror of your eyes! I need you very much and I am fulfilled
only when you need me!!!
6 Everyone is invited to contribute with their articles! Let our academic world hear your voice!
Just send your contributions to one of the following emails:
vioricacondrat79@gmail.com or 1989.art@gmail.com