Elev in comunism - Student during the Communist Regime

Traducator din limba romana in limba engleza: Raluca Boboc?Draga tovarase Nicolae Ceausescu, as mai avea o rugaminte la dumneavoastra. La mine in casa e mai frig ca la vecinul meu, deoarece tatal meu nu este descurcaret sa poata face rost de doua butelii la doua saptamani. As vrea sa faceti ceva pentru ca sa fie mai cald. Degetele mele sunt mai mereu inghetate, in special la scoala cand scriem pe banci. Tovarasii profesori vin si ei imbracati gros. Si noi facem la fel, dar tot e frig. Tovarasa profesoara de romana ne pune sa ne dam jos gecile pentru ca, daca scriem cu ele, ne vom forma un scris urat si vom face de rusine partidul. Dar cand imi este frig parca nu-mi mai pasa de partid. Stiu ca gandesc ca un revizionist (termen pe care l-am auzit la o sedinta de la un tovaras profesor si am inteles eu ca e un dusman al socialismului, mai rau ca americanii, si ca, daca nu suntem vigilenti, ne poate distruge oranduirea datatoare de viata). Ma iertati, dar asa am inteles eu. Daca mai injur partidul cand e frig, sper sa ma iertati. Nu o fac din rea-vointa, ci pur si simplu pentru ca mi-e frig. Ce bine ar fi daca ar fi caldura! Ce bine ar fi daca vara nu s-ar mai termina niciodata!?, (Premiul Special al Expertilor IICCR - Baciu Larisa, Colegiul National ?Mihai Eminescu?, Botosani) ?Dear comrade Nicolae Ceausescu, I would have one more thing to ask you. In my home it is colder than in my neighbour?s, because my father is not able enough to get two gas cylinders every second week. I would like you to do something to get it all warmer. My fingers are always frozen, especially at school when we write on our desks. Our comrade teachers come warmly dressed to school. We do the same, but still it is cold. Our comrade teacher of Romanian has us all take off our jackets for fear we would abash the party with our handwriting turned ugly because of wearing them. But when I am cold, I kind of feel I don?t much care about the party. I know I am thinking like a revisionist (this is a term that I have heard from a comrade teacher at a meeting, meaning - as I?ve understood it - an enemy of socialism, someone worse even than the Americans, and who, if we are not alert, can bring our life-giving system to destruction). I?m sorry, but this is the way I?ve understood it. If sometimes when it is cold, I curse the party, I hope you will forgive me. I never do it out of malevolence, but because I am cold. If only it were warm! If only summer never ended!? (IICCR Experts Special Prize - Baciu Larisa, ?Mihai Eminescu? National College, Botosani)