Onesa was laughing with all her heart, while Uncle Sile had the story, laughing himself, as he had proposed to a gypsy he would guess in Ghioc, and this had triggered a curse and to stop it was the need for the armed intervention of Bulibașa-to read with the hair from the fence. In fact, everyone was laughing, and her cousin, the chubby Gică, supported by the showcase, hollow so hard that her windows and the biblos were hysterically, they seemed to laugh. More strange, he realized a little later the Onesa with half, began to be when Gică moved away and yet the showcase continues to move and dawn ... In fact, stay, the whole room was shaking; The trinkets were not laughing, but rather screaming scared, as the Onesa and all of the room did, terrified, while the light suddenly went out and the whole apartment, with furniture and people, was shaking in the dark.

"Earthquake!" She shouted and realized she had woken up.

When she saw that she was at her home, in the village, in the yard, she calmed down a little.

Her father appeared in the door, with a tired, sleepless figure.

- I'm fine, father ... I dreamed and it was earthquake.

Onesa went out to the gate. It was a cold and dark morning. It was hard for you to believe that after last night's misfortune everything was unchanged here. The plain that merged in the distance with the clouds, the calm mountains beyond the village, the disturbed, huge and quiet river, which flowed indifferently.

- You!

In no case had expected this voice. He turned - Horia smiled, across the road in front of his gate. What did he look for at home? He was not in college, in Bucharest? Only he was missing ...

But of course, he realized at the same moment. It can be seen that Horia had come home because of the earthquake. He nodded, without saying anything.

He suddenly said he wanted to jump and take him to his palms, hit him with his fists, to calm down. Of course, he couldn't. And in no way in front of the gate, where everyone could see them.

- What are you doing? Horia asked, reached their gate.

- I don't know.

"We are all confused," he smiled.

That smile of his insufferable!

- I slept a little late ...

- At least you slept.

- Sleep comes.

-Did he feel so bad here?

- I was in the city, at the block ... It seems now, here, in the yard, I feel how it moves ...

- I believe you. Kiss your hand, Tanti Lenuța! he shouted at once to the girl's mother. I wanted to ask you if you leave Onesa for a boat ride!

- What boat do you dream?! protests Onesa, returning to his original state.

-Of course, Horia, she'll do it well ...

- I don't go anywhere, mother! shouted Onesa.

-You will do well to float a little on the river. Come on, take a walk with Horia.

"The Danube is angry," said Onesa one last attempt.

"No more angry than you," her mother laughed. Take care!

Horia Văslea certainly, while the boat was making a discreet place among the small waves. He was on the quiet portion, where he didn't have to fight the river. Onesa realized that, although he knew Horia for a lifetime, as if the first image he had in mind about him, he depicted him, with the strong arms pulling at the frames so hard that he was pushing all the Danube to the sea. "Nonsense in love!" she thought to her, shaking her head to clear the thought.

- Mosquitoes? he asked laughing.

- Where did you see mosquitoes in March?!

- You seem to see one ...

-Yes, and I looked. I get everything that annoys me.

- And what annoys you now the worst?

Onesa smiled and looked away, looking at the Danube.

"I don't know what ideas you are doing," the girl said, continuing not to look at him.

- There are no ideas, Onesa. Because I don't come from the head. Come below.

The girl suddenly turned toward him, his eyes wide.

"No, wait," Horia laughed. I wanted to say from here.

- I mean, what do you want to insinuate? That you have a heart?

- You ...

- Listen, it was a kiss and that's all! she throws them. A mistake, which you are sure will not repeat it!

-Ah, but I know very well that it will not be repeated.

The girl looked at him with a great doubt, but he hoped in secret, and curious. The boat stopped, the sun had begun to come out a little, and a slap came up upstream. What do you mean not to repeat it?

"So you went to Cernavoda yesterday," Horia said.

- Every day, just yesterday we had to go there, on the 4th floor!

-But I know you like to go to Cernavoda ...

- I liked it, she shrugged.

- It seems it's not always the same.

- I mean, what do you mean?

-That kiss will not be repeated. The next one will be different! he said, smiling and looking at her with great courage.

Onesa took water from the river and sprinkled it, which seemed to be amused.

"Encouraging," Horia said. If you didn't like that kiss, I would meet not a handful of water, but with all the Danube!

- Well, me, how smart you are! You were wrong in Bucharest!

-To know that Bucharest is beautiful and I made friends ... but I would feel better if you were there.

Onesa really red. Of shame, joy, nerves? They were not very clear to them either, and this infuriates it even more.

- Horia, you have to understand one thing. I would not come with you to Bucharest, in Ne-Bucharest, in Honolulu, on another planet, that you still like the planets, I would not come nowhere and I would not be your friend ... If you were the only man on earth! No, I'm lying, if you were the only man on earth I would come!

The young man continued to be amused and began to rush, apparently without great effort.

"You are even more beautiful when you are angry," he throws them, but you are quite gorgeous when you make random statements.

- In fact, what do you have with me? she broke out. You will stay in Bucharest, you will make yourself a physicist, you will read with planets and aliens and other bazaons that do not exist. I will stay here in the village, all my life. I like it here. May I work the land, maybe I make a teacher, who knows? And you think I don't know that the mother likes you? Well, yes, he sees me with you on the arm on the street, look, Oana married Horia, the pride of the village, a student in Bucharest, a sportsman, the damn, even the scientific-fantastic writer! Although, if I tell him you kissed me then, I think it ran away with the fork all over Capidava!

Horia had listened to her with great interest, laughing in hiccups, but she had not stopped hinging all this time.

- Do you understand, Mr. Astronaut? Me with you together? This is only something scientific-fantastic!

"Allow me to contradict you," he said and the boat stopped in the mud. Horia tied the patch of a crack that came out of the water, jumped sprint from the boat and took a few steps through the mud, until she reached the grass.

- What do you imagine you are doing?! she asked in amazement.

-You said you would be my friend if I were the last man on earth! Well, my dear Onesa, look at me, I'm the only man on earth!

— Ce?!

- Do you see this island?

-Of course, I know her since I was little, how can I not see it?

- There's water around. This is earth. And certainly no one is on the island now. So I am the only man on earth!

Onesa had become red like the fire on the face and, more to prove to her that she was not impressed, she also jumped from the boat and climbed the small desert island, covered with a thick forest, even opposite their village.

- I come more to see what nonsense you can have in their heads. This is how the girls are conquered in Bucharest? she asked her to count.

-I have no way of knowing. I like you and only you. And let me tell you something else. You have stated that the planets and aliens do not exist.

-Horia, those scientific-fantastic nonsense are good for ten-year-olds. This is our world, there is no other world!

- Isn't there? And then why archaeologists rush the ruins of the city?

- Well, the Capidava fortress existed.

- Yes. Two thousand years ago. Do you realize that a spacecraft could reach aliens, if they exist, but at that fortress two thousand years ago can nobody get? That fortress, which existed here, is another world. Who says there is no other worlds otherwise?

The girl laughed and sat on a log. The grin passed through the island's right and the sailors made their hand.

"There was," Onesa made a concession. But who cares? Our life is here. There is nothing scientific-fantastic in this.

- True. What if there are parallel worlds? Did you hear about it?

- Yes, of course, while I was milking the cow yesterday, I debated the problem with my mother!

- Be careful, in the universe there is an infinity of worlds like ours - but not really exact like ours. These worlds stand next to each other, as ... I don't know ... like texts from a volume of stories. Each of these texts is a complete world, which does not conceive that it divides the space with other complete worlds, does not conceive that there are others. Or, if you want, the worlds are like books in a library. Volume near volume, apparently the same title, in countless copies. But each volume differs with a single letter from the one before. Now, imagine that there are dozens of books on the shelf, hundreds of shelves, thousands of ...

- Hey, help! Suddenly shouted to the sailors on the sling. I have a fool here!

- Those people don't hear you, Onesa, you can shout as much as you want. On the Danube nobody hears you when you shout.

- Ooo, be another world!

- It's not another world, it's a ship traveling between the worlds. This island is a world, our village is a world, Bucharest is a completely different world. But between these worlds you can easily reach; Between the parallel worlds, I don't know.

-Hm, probably the characters in the books, if the books are still stuck, can pass from one volume to another, said the girl. Or at least I can see in the worlds next to them.

- Bravo! You have a boss!

- That's not convinced that it's good!

The boy laughed, broke a rod with which he began to clarify the air and continued:

-Let's tell you another interesting thing. Quantum mechanics refer to subatomic particles, and there things happen other than our level. Look, that sling was upstream, then it was near the island, now it's downstream and over a quarter of an hour will be after the Danube elbow. There are different positions and the grin can only be in one position once. Well, subatomic particles behave differently from objects in our world; It's like they were in several positions at once, the so-called superposition. As if the grin were, at the same time, downstream, and upstream.

-Wait to see if I understood, Mr. physicist. Maybe I'll be your girlfriend, maybe I won't be your girlfriend, maybe we'll get married! Forgive me I'm laughing, but the idea is very funny! So in quantum mechanics I am and at the same time I am not your girlfriend, is it?

- Not only are you and you are not my friend at the same time, but both variants occur - but in parallel worlds. In a book in those library we are together, in another no; In this world I come after you, in another you run after me, and in one third we do not know each other, while maybe in another we are a brother and sister! In any case, however, you cannot be in two books simultaneously. And even if at the shelf level we are and we are not together (in the superposition), when you read you can only read a single book. It is the so-called collapse of the wave function: unobserved, the variants coexist simultaneously in the superposition, but when someone makes an observation, each possibility occurs in another variant, in another world. Basically you can say that as long as no one reads the book, all variants are possible. When someone opens and reads the book, one of the variants materializes.

-So somewhere in a parallel world will I tell you yes?

- Certainly. And I have the impression, and I tell you as a student in physics, I have the impression that this is that world! What do you say?

-Dear Horia, I'll answer you.

Onesa smiled red in her cheeks, and Horia was waiting for an answer that was late. He stopped with the rod and bend it in the form of a circle, then released it again. Finally, the girl spoke:

- I have a quantum answer to you. Yes ... and no!

"You can't," he laughed. If you keep uncertainty, it means we only remain observers.

- You understood perfectly! He laughed out and jumped off the log, running to the boat. Horia broke the rod and threw it, realizing that she had just fallen into her own trap. We ask, give it to a quantum mechanical woman-and, instead of unraveling the microcosm mysteries, she will give it to her!

"I bet I know what you think," continued the girl, sitting in the boat. To take her to the shore? Not to take her to the shore?

Horia Văslea a little depressed, although she was trying to look quiet and even sketched a semi -convincing smile, which disappeared quite quickly, as they approached the shore.

"Stop it," he threw his face. I felt good and forgot about the earthquake. I like to talk to you. But there is only one world. That! There are no other worlds, do you understand? Stop thinking about them, because you waste your time in this world.

Horia tied the boat and gave her something to tell her, but Onesa had run to the house. When he reached the gate, he turned to him and shouted again:

- There are no other worlds!

Mur a re re

Onesa went out at the gate, braiding. It had been a terrible night, she was dizzy, tired. It was a cold and bleak morning of early March. The world discussed on the street. A few courts further, in a group of girls and boys, he saw Horia. What did he look for at home? Wasn't it in Bucharest?

- Horia!

The young and the others turned and burst into mocking exclamations.

- Aoleo, and is the drunk one ...

Encouraged that Horia was smiling at him, Onesa wanted to get closer to him, but he slid and fell into a knee in the mud, to the fun of others.

"Leave it," Horia said to them, helping her get up. She also drank, she was scared of the earthquake.

- Earthquake? Was it earthquake?! she asked honestly surprised and the laughter burst even more.

-Horia, let's go to Poieniță, he invited Luminița (that light, he had longed for him!) And they all took it from the place, leaving the village drunk alone. But Onesa was not the kind to leave with one, two. He took after them and, when Horia stood a little ago, opening on her pants near a bush, she found her face appearing with a victorious grin.

- Oneso, did you go crazy about everything?! he exclaimed, covering himself.

-Stop being so ashamed ... It's not something I haven't seen before.

Horia seemed to get angry; he approached her and said threateningly:

- If you ever say that ... I drown you! Did you understand, crazy?!

And, putting his palm on his face, pushed her violently, throwing her back into the mud, then ran after the others. Onesa remained there for a period; It was too hanging, the head too hard, and the soul even harder, to have the power to rise.

This is how he found it, a little later, Nea Botache, the fat, alcoholic man and with the wandering mind who had his bed in a former warehouse, on the outskirts of the village. She looked at her, touched her on her feet, shouted slowly ... She seemed fainted, if not even dead. What was to be done? He looked around, scratched his head ...

Then he climbed on it and began to put the skirt aside, trying to penetrate it; It was a unique opportunity, as long as the last one seemed! Onesa, however, woke up and began to scream; The young woman struggled a little, and she managed to take off the drunkard.

- I go directly to the militia! she threatens him as he rose to the bottom.

-Come on, do not take you, because I didn't do anything to you! I give you what you want!

- Do you have a snack?

- I, do! I have a rdv half! I give it to you!

A little later, Onesa gave her throat the first buzz of rachis, which put her on her feet. "I finished with that stupid Horia! Give it to me!" she thought. At the second he had warmed up and at the third one he started to go to Poieniță, after Horia! On the way, however, he heard his voice and finds that the boy and Luminița were talking near the Dărănăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăăă soht, The construction of thick concrete walls, which were now falling to fall at any moment, was considered dangerous and even Nea Botache avoided it, but now the two young people were sitting next to her, in the grass, and Horia scratched with a brick piece on the gray wall.

Onesa sneaked in between the groves and trees, until she reached Horia and Luminița enough to hear what they were talking about.

- This is how the girls are conquered in Bucharest? He asked the Luminița account, hitting him gently, with a book.

-I have no way of knowing. I like you and only you.

-Well, me, you were wrong in Bucharest! But in the end, it's interesting what you say there.

- It is, but things, you know, I go even further. Not only are you and you are not my friend at the same time, but every possibility occurs - but in parallel worlds. In a book in those library we are together, in another no. And even if at the shelf level we are and we are not together, when you read you can read only one book at once. Look, for example, to take this book, he showed the cover of the volume that the girl held in her hand.

- "Evil of space without names". What title is this?!

- It is an illustration of the superposition. As long as you do not open the book (respectively, do not notice the particle), the book has both titles at the same time. But when you open the book (you notice the particle) on the guard page, there is only one variant - what title do you see on the guard page?

- "The nameless man".

- Yes! This book has two variants, which differ, among other things, by this title on the guard page: some are called "evil of space", others "the nameless man". It is the so-called wave function collapse: unobserved, the variants coexist simultaneously, but when someone makes an observation, only one possibility occurs.

- My dear Horia, to be honest, I think ... the wave has been a little collapsed!

- That sounds like to go!

Luminița rose from the log and, excited, said to her:

-Horia, I felt good and forgot about ... earthquake. I like to talk to you. But there is only one world. That! Stop thinking about the worlds that do not exist, because you waste the time you have in this world, she smiled so expressively that the young man took courage, took her in his arms and kissed her.

Onesa, with tears in her eyes, looked into the ground and stayed for a while. After Horia and that Mironosița left, they went to the place where they had stayed and stared at the heavy wall, made of concrete; The young man had scared non -understanding formulas and words, some with capital letters, but they did not make them easy. Looking around, he saw the book fallen in the leaves, with a corner with mud. Most likely he had fallen to the girl when they left. Onesa opened at random and read: "Of course, she could not be sure of the real existence of those parallel worlds ...". What the hell can that mean? That is, they are good parallel, if you have them, but ...

- Do, suddenly heard Nea Botache's paper, who seems to be so demented that she had followed it, do you have that wine wicker?

The girl sighed deeply and, without returning, showed her glass, in which there was a little rdv. He was reading the words on the wall without managing to understand anything, as if they were from another world ... "Another world?!" she thought.

- Give, do that bottle too!

He left his bottle without looking at him.

- Oneso ... I like you, he whispered. He felt his hands on his buttocks, but he doesn't protest anymore. After all, what mattered? It was not suitable for Horia. The light was suitable for Horia, she learned well, she was good. And don't drink. Onesa drinks and, look, she let Nea Botache piss her. Maybe Horia was really in another world and she would never be able to get there ... He drew a shower and thought that, in essence, Nea Botache's comforts were not so bad.

- Come inside, she whispered.

They entered the decommissioned construction and Onesa stretched on the floor on some dirty cards. After a few minutes, Nea Botache was in her and Onesa, who felt that she had already been drunk, caught the sticker back and back and nothing mattered. And at that moment a reply took place, the walls of the cedar shoe and it collapsed with a terrible owl over the two. Then there was a deafening silence, and the dust was slowly rising, leaving, on a wall fragment left, the words scared earlier with chalk, the wave function.

Under the rubble, Onesa was hanging out of life as if out of obligation; He knew that everything would end in the next moments, but he no longer felt physical pain, but soul relief. A light appeared in the rubble, as if someone was looking for them. Onesa did not think of heaven or hell, she knew that this did not exist. Other lights appeared and one hand raised her from the rubble, but it was already too late.

With tremor

Onesa was laughing with all her heart, while her uncle was the story, laughing himself, as he had proposed to a gypsy he would guess in the ghioc, and this had triggered a curse and, to stop it, it was necessary for the armed intervention of Bulibașa-to read with the hair from the fence. In fact, everyone was laughing, and her cousin, the chubby Gică, supported by the showcase, hollow so hard that her windows and the trinkets were hysterically, as if they were laughing. More strange, he realized a little later the Onesa with half, began to be when Gică moved away and yet the showcase continued to move and dawn ... In fact, stay, the whole room was shaking; The trinkets were not laughing, but rather screaming scared, as the Onesa and all of the room did, terrified, while the light suddenly went out and the whole apartment, with furniture and people, was shaking in the dark.

"Earthquake!" She shouted and woke up from her sleep. She was home to her in the village.

Onesa went out to the gate. It was a cold and bleak morning of early March. The plain merged in the distance with the clouds and the cloudy, huge and quiet river, which did not even know what had happened.

- You!

In no case had expected this voice. He turned - Horia smiled from across the road, in front of his gate. It can be seen that he had come home because of the earthquake.

- Hi, Horia! she smiled.

Onesa wanted to jump in her arms, so that he would tighten her in a strong and protective hug, to calm down. Of course, he couldn't. And in no way in front of the gate, where everyone could see them.

- What are you doing? he asked, he reached their gate.

-I slept a little late ... although that wasn't sleep. As I fell asleep, I dreamed again that it was an earthquake ... and I woke up ... and so on.

-Did he feel so bad here?

- I was in the city, at the block. It seems like now, here, in the yard, I feel how the earth moves under me ...

-Would you feel better on the water?

The face of the girl lights up. Horia Văslea with his innate safety, while the boat made a discreet place among the small waves. He was on the quiet portion, where he didn't have to fight the river. Onesa realized that, although he knew Horia for a lifetime, as if the first image he had in mind about him, he depicted him, with the strong arms pulling at the frames so hard that he was pushing all the Danube to the sea. Onesa smiled and admired the river.

- You ...

- Listen, it was a kiss and that's all! she hurried. A mistake, which you are sure will not repeat it!

-Ah, but I know very well that it will not be repeated ...

The girl looked at him with a scared pitia eyes.

- No?!

Horia laughed and left the rows, at which Onesa took refuge in the bottom of the boat.

- If you get closer to me now, scream!

- Nobody hear on the Danube when you shout.

- I know, she chuckles. I just didn't shout to hear someone!

- What fun is having this game! he replied, without a bit of anger.

Onesa took water from the river and sprinkled it, which seemed to amuse him. Then the girl became serious and she seemed to want to tell her something, but she hesitated. Horia left her in her rhythm, blinking her fingers in the cold water of the river. And in the end Onesa spoke.

- It was awful at the earthquake. I thought we were all dying. And you know who I thought about in those moments? To you. That has to mean something, right?

- Sure it means, because I came home too ... Not necessarily for mine. And, in fact, it is not just what happened last night. It's also in general. Bucharest is beautiful, I made friends ... but I would feel better if you were there.

- Horia, you have to understand one thing. I really like to stay with you, tell me about planets and ships and atoms. I would listen to you for hours. I feel quiet and protected with you. But you will not return to the village. You are a student in Bucharest, you will become a physicist. I, after high school, will not go to college. I like it when you tell me about parallel worlds, but I don't understand much. I like our village, I like the Danube, I like nature. You will leave for Monday back to Bucharest. There is your life, there you will marry. This is just an adventure with a girl who likes you. A girl from a parallel world, she smiled sadly.

- Don't you really think I'm in love with you?

-I really think I would like to be my friend ... But so I'm afraid you won't want or you won't be able to stay with me here and I don't know if I came with you there.

- We could both stay in the same place, if it is what I think is.

- True. But to find out what it is, we must take the step further. I will not know if we stay together until after we take the step. And then maybe it will be too late ...

"Interestingly," Horia said. You just exemplified me better than any physics manual the principle of Heisenberg's uncertainty. Do you know what? I think from now on I will tell you Heisenberg!

- Then I will have to splash you!

Horia took her in her arms and this time Onesa did not resist. Their second kiss was even more pleasant than the first. The third continues the upward trend and only after the tenth they managed to speak again.

-Horia ... Do you think it is possible that, in a parallel world, another one will refuse you?

- No! he pretended indignant. Are there any other worlds?

Earthquake has

- Earthquake! ... He woke up from sleep screaming Onesa.

The girl went out at the gate. It was a cold and dark morning. The world was discussing the scary on the street and it was not difficult to guess the main subject. A few courts further, in a group of girls and boys, she saw her twitching on Luminița, her best friend. What are you looking for at home? Wasn't it in Bucharest? It can be seen that he had come after the earthquake, said his daughter. He tightened his bun at his chest and crosses.

They hug and kiss; It had not been seen for about two months.

- What are you doing, Onesa?

- I don't know ...

"We are all a little confused," Luminița smiled.

-I fell asleep in the morning, and as I adored, I dreamed again that it was an earthquake ... and I woke up ... and so on.

-Did he feel so bad here?

"I was in the city, at the block ..." said Onesa and only then did he really notice the wide boy in his shoulders, beautifully dressed, the kind of Bucharest, who looked at them two.

-Onesa, let me introduce Horia, my college colleague.

- Oana, she was red.

- I'm fine, Oana. I'm Horia.

The girls discussed a few more minutes, Onesa finding out that her friend and the young man were together for a few weeks, that he was from Bucharest and that there had been many blocks and thousands of people had died. Onesa, however, did not want to hear about earthquakes and misfortunes.

- Do you know what? she asked. What would we take a boat ride, the three of us?

"It would be nice," Luminița smiled, but I promised Horia to show her the fortress, the Danube, maybe the island ... Tomorrow morning we have to go back.

- Okay, sure. It seemed good to me. Goodbye!

- Onesa, where? ...

-My mother shouted! said Onesa, already beyond.

"Maybe you had to stay with her," Horia said. Maybe she needed to talk to her best friend, to calm down.

- True ... but I can't always be with her here. Leave it, she'll make another friend.

"I don't know what to say," Ghiduș Horia smiled. I don't know if it's possible.

- Seriosis?…

- Seriously. There are no other worlds!