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EN/RO Romanian Language, Culture and Civilization Courses, Braşov, Romania20th edition, July 1st – 26th 2014 Learn Romanian in Romania! The Romanian Cultural Institute organizes and conducts Romanian Language, Culture and Civilization Courses in the 12th century citadel

The Schubert London Players INVITAŢIE CĂTRE COMPOZITORI London Schubert Players Trust, Institutul Cultural Român din Paris şi Info Manager Association din Bucureşti vă invită să vă alăturaţi lor într-o aventură muzicală de excepţie în Europa şi nu numai.

excerpt I blindfolded the birdsWith a veil of cloudsAnd I told them to catch meAnd the birds caught meWith a song.  . . .  Translated by Adrian Solomon by Marin Sorescu (1931-1996)

Wooden roe deer deeply bellowsas the forest deeply sighs,whispy tree limbs wringing windwiseas the roe deer deeply criesno wise will his heart-felt bellowsmake me part from inner lies.  Yon the loner roe deer loweth,Echo carrieth his lament,bugle rumor seems his torment;lonely

Today, from her dark and humid lairChildren have hoed a mole bare… Soft body, cool as the soilFaint gloss, like the hair of the deadIn front of them, she stilled in awful dread,She didn’t look, she didn’t screamBut, out of fear,She crouched and shed a tear.  And

see Gallery In the case of primitive or rural cultures, one can undoubtedly speak of elements of ecology well before the term itself was ever used. This is even more natural when considering that the life of traditional communities maintained an organic relationship with

an interview with Cristian LASCUCristian Lascu is editor in chief of National Geographic Romania, a speleologist and researcher. His CV features a variety of activities and awards: he is a national judo champion, scuba diver, founder of the Group for Underwater and Speleological

During autumn and winter, migrating peregrines come to our country from the north, looking for prey in the fields as well. However, the ones who nest here can also be seen in the mountains during the warm season. Another bigger bird of prey, which also lives in rocky regions,

Mister Kă is closely watching a pair of young-people-not-actually-young-seen-from-up-close, that pair of young-people-in-the-distance-who-look-different-from-up-close, that pair is getting on bus #92, the bus which is taking you, taking everybody, in the direction of the

Cismigiu Gardens Every time I visit this place, I feel the same. Maybe it’s because the elegant flower beds, the winding paths and the chatter of happy kids. Or maybe it’s the young lovers who paddle rowing boats, the skeletal old ladies who gossip on benches of battered

clockwise from top left: Smardan St. , Stavropoleos St. , Caru cu bere pub (2), Stavropoleos Church (3), Russian Church. Early Sunday morning before 10 A. M. , the city offers its first surprise. It is empty. The bare streets are visible in all their twisted length, without

Government Palace in Victoriei Sq. a fragment from the novel Derapaj (Skid), Iaşi, Polirom 2006 Maria’s life glowed with a murky sort of splendor, her past, though committed to oblivion, constantly closing in on her and obscuring her thoughts like the spots of a solar