Brosteanu Cristi (8 results)
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. This is a novel written in Romanian and translated into English by its author. It is based on real life, featuring the life and formation of a Romanian youngster. This hero, diagnosed with brain tumor, undergoes after-life experiences. For you to get the taste of the originality of the book,… please read the first pages of this captivating novel: The phone was ringing. Because I was waiting for the results of the college admission exam, I lifted the handset. "Hello, I want to speak to Cristi." "Yes, professor, it's me." "You passed, you punk, you are a student!" "Thank you, professor, thank you! You don't know what wonderful news you gave me! Thank you!" "Ok. You'll have the marks later." "Sile, Sileee! I've passed, I've passed!" Sile looked at me confused. He didn't know why I was being so exuberant. "I've been admitted to college! I've succeeded! I am a student!" We hugged and I broke into tears. Behind me, there were my mother and my sister Iulia. "Look at him, he's crying!" said Iulia, and then she hugged me too. After that, it was my mum's turn to take me in her arms. "Let's call your father and tell him the news," recommended my mother. So I dialed the Harlau vinegar factory, where I was working with my father. I was a laboratory assistant and he was the head unit. "Hello, this is Cristi! I want to talk to the Boss." "It's me. What is it?" "I've just got a call from the professor. I've passed! I am a student now!" "Congratulations, well done! I'll see you at home." Sile was waiting for me outside. I went out and I took him with me to my grandpa, to tell him the news, too. He was my mother's father and the dearest person to me. He was the man who gave me most affection and love. Not that grandma wouldn't have loved me the same, but grandpa had more time for me. Ever since I was a little boy, he took me everywhere with him. On the way to their house, images of my childhood quickly came to my mind - moments spent with grandpa, which created pleasant memories. Thus, I could see him processing the sheep milk, turning it into fresh cheese, soft cheese and light cheese. I would copy his movements, wishing to know how to make the same things. And I've really learned to prepare those products. But now I have almost completely forgotten the technique. And this is because the raw material disappeared when grandpa sold his sheep. In another image, it appeared into my mind the moment when grandpa, being euphoric, under Bacchus' influence, climbed me up on the rams to ride them. The entertainment wasn't lasting for long, because grandma appeared and correc-ted the situation, scolding grandpa. When he wasn't influenced by the liquor, he put me to ride his horse, named Doru. But first, he would put a jute bag on the animal's back, as a saddle. The riding took place on the pasture near the Bahlui creek and also near the grandparents' house. Since then, I've got a great love for horses and riding. As I approached their house, another image from the past became clearer and clearer. It was the one in which, along with grandpa, I was accompanying the sheep on the pasture and I was playing the flute. For me, those moments of fusion with nature were so pleasant, that when someone was asking me "What will you do when you grow up?" without doubt my answer was "Shepherd". "No, no. You will be a doctor or an engineer," the automatic correction came from my parents. When I arrived to my grandparents, they already knew the news. My mother had announced them on the phone. Grandma was the first to congratulate me. "How are you, sir engineer? You came to see us? Come here, to kiss you. You have brought us great joy!" Then, grandpa hugged me too. For me, their appreciation was the ul Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
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Language: French
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The Fifth Horseman of the ApocalypseThis book is in French. It is an autobiographical novel, the first book by young Romanian writer Cristi Brosteanu.Le Cinquime cavalier de l'Apocalypse, le premier roman de l'crivain Cristi Brosteanu, rvle des expriences particulires. C'est un roman passion…nant sur l'univers humain vu de la frontire entre la vie et la mort.Puisque les cavaliers dits apocalyptiques sont au nombre de quatre (Maladie, Guerre, Faim, Mort), en lisant le titre de ce livre, on se demande qui est le cavalier numro 5. En lisant avec impatience les lignes de ce roman, on le dcouvre un moment donn c'est la peur de la mort.Le livre n'est pas seulement un roman qui propose une exprience personnelle particulire. C'est aussi une invitation l'introspection, la connaissance des motions personnelles les plus profondes pouvant affecter la sant du corps biologique.L'auteur nous invite directement ou indirectement jouir de la nature et vivre en harmonie avec elle, nous nourrir sainement, lever et duquer nos enfants sans leur transmettre la peur ou d'autres motions ngatives, et surtout faire confiance notre force intrieure, le pouvoir de notre pense, qui peut faire des miracles.Au-del du ct orient vers la spiritualit du roman, l'auteur nous porte, de manire raliste, au fil du temps dans une Roumanie des annes 1980 et 1990, juste avant la rvolution de 1989, en mettant l'accent sur des aspects tels que la situation de l'emploi, de l'ducation, voire du tourisme l'poque, sans oublier le divertissement des jeunes, des tudiants en particulier.La partie o l'auteur se souvient de son enfance et de la relation privilgie qu'il entretenait avec son grand-pre lorsqu'il levait ses brebis et qu'il savait comment utiliser leur lait est particulirement sensible.Les relations interhumaines ne sont pas ngliges, l'auteur laissant au lecteur un sujet de rflexion sur les thmes de l'amiti, de l'amour, des relations entre collgues, membres de la famille, des gens en gnral.Nous trouvons ici une dfinition simple mais profonde de la divinit. partir de maintenant, je pensais la Divinit comme une CONSCIENCE DU BIEN, DE LA BEAUT ET DE LA VRIT, qui peut se manifester dans tous les hommes, par la volont libre avec laquelle nous avons t dots, et qui nous permet de manifester cette Conscience ou non. Adriana Craciun (traducteur du roman) This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
Language: Romanian
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The Fifth Apocalyptic Knight This book is in Romanian. The English edition of this book can also be found under the title "The Fifth Apocalyptic Knight," translated by the very author. It is a novel speaking of the after-life experience of the author undergoing brain surgery. A captivating r…eading. Al cincilea cavaler apocaliptic, primul roman al scriitorului Cristi Brosteanu, ne revela experiente deosebite. Este un roman captivant despre cum se vede universal uman privit de la hotarul dintre viata si moarte. Ca sa vedeti cum este scris acest roman captivant, redam aici cateva pagini: Suna telefonul. Eu, care asteptam rezultatul examenului de admitere la facultate, am ridicat imediat receptorul. - Alo, vreau sa vorbesc cu Cristi. - Da, domnule profesor, eu sunt. - Ai luat, ma, golane, esti student! - Multumesc, domnule profesor, multumesc! Nici nu stiti ce veste buna mi-ati dat! Multumesc! - Bine. Notele mai tarziu. - Sile, Sileee! Am luat, am luaaat! Sile se uita nedumerit la mine si nu stia de ce eram asa exuberant. - Am luat la facultate! Am reusiiiit! Sunt studeeent! Ne-am imbratisat, iar mie imi dadusera lacrimile. In spatele meu aparusera mama si sora mea, Iulia. - Uite la el cum plange! exclama Iulia, dupa care m-a imbratisat. Dupa aceea m-a imbratisat si mama. - Hai sa-i dam telefon lui taica-tu sa-i spui, imi recomandase mama. Asa ca am format numarul de la Fabrica de otet Harlau, unde lucram impreuna cu tatal meu. Eu eram laborant, iar el era seful unitatii. - Alo, Cristi sunt. Vreau cu Sefu'. - Eu sunt. Spune, ce este? - Tocmai am fost sunat de catre domnul profesor. Am luat! Sunt student! - Felicitari, bravo! Ne vedem acasa. Sile ma astepta afara. Am iesit si l-am luat cu mine sa mergem la tataia sa-i dau si lui vestea. Tataia era bunicul din partea mamei si era persoana cea mai draga mie. Era omul care imi daruia cea mai multa dragoste. Nu ca mamaia nu m-ar fi iubit la fel de mult, dar tataia isi rezerva mai mult timp pentru mine. Inca de mic ma lua peste tot cu el. Pe drum, imi apareau in minte cu repeziciune imagini din trecutul copilariei mele, petrecute alaturi de tataia. Acestea formau amintiri placute. Astfel, il vedeam cu ochii mintii pe tataia, care procesa laptele de la oile lui. Facea cas, urda, si jantita, iar eu ii copiam miscarile din dorinta de a sti sa fac si eu aceste lucruri. Si chiar invatasem sa lucrez cu laptele. Insa acum am uitat aproape complet tehnica de obtinere a acestor produse. Si asta pentru ca a disparut materia prima, in momentul in care tataia si-a vandut oile. In alte imagini imi apareau in minte momentele cand tataia, euforic fiind sub influenta licorilor bahice, pentru a se distra, ma suia pe berbeci sa-i calaresc. Distractia nu dura prea mult, pentru ca aparea repede mamaia care corecta situatia, boscorodindu-l strasnic pe tataia. Cand nu era ametit de licoare, ma punea sa-i calaresc calul, pe nume Doru, dupa ce punea mai intai un sac de iuta pe spinarea lui, pe post de sa. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
