BIBLIOTECA JUDEŢEANĂ „ANTIM IVIREANUL”

AGENDA CULTURALĂ

26 – 30 ianuarie 2015

Data	Ora	Activitate culturalǎ	Organizatori	Sală
Luni, 26 ianuarie	15.00 17.00	Întâlnire în cadrul Proiectului „Devoratorii de cărţi” – A treia dezbatere cu cartea *„Fahrenheit 451”* de Ray Bradburg. Proiectul este menit să dezvolte dorinţa de lectură în rândul tinerilor cu vârsta cuprinsă între 14 şi18 ani. O nouă întâlnire în cadrul Proiectului „Mâini talentate”	Biblioteca Judeţeană „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea Biblioteca Judeţeană „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea	Secţia Periodice - Legislaţie Secţia Periodice - Legislaţie
Marţi, 27 ianuarie
Miercuri, 28 ianuarie	10.00	Activitate în cadrul Proiectului „Ortodoxie şi sfinţenie". Concurs destinat tinerilor liceenii cu tema "Înalţi Ierarhi ai B.O.R. - Calinic de la Cernica, Antim Ivireanul, Patriarhul Justinian Marina, Mitropolitul Bartolomeu Anania”	Liga Femeilor Creştine Ortodoxe, Arhiepiscopia Râmnicului, Biblioteca Judeţeană "Antim Ivireanul" Vâlcea, Inspectoratul Şcolar Judeţean Vâlcea, Societatea Culturală „Anton Pann”	Arhiepiscopia Râmnicului
Joi, 29 ianuarie	10.00 16.00	„Eminescu şi creaţiile sale pentru copii” - întâlnire în cadrul proiectului educaţional „O carte citita, o comoară descoperită”, care se desfăşoară pe parcursul anului şcolar 2014-2015. Participă elevi din clasa a IV-a F de la Şcoala „Take Ionescu” sub îndrumarea înv. Irina Oprescu. În program: videoproiecţia „Eminescu şi creaţiile sale pentru copii”, realizat de bibliotecar Adriana Edu, prezentări de proiecte ale copiilor, recital pe versuri de Mihai Eminescu. Lansarea cărţii „Cimpoiul la români”, autor Traian Ciuculescu. Vor prezenta personalitatea autorului şi vor comenta cartea: prof. Elena Stoica, conf. univ. dr. Ioan St. Lazăr şi prof. dr. Gheorghe Deaconu. Autorul va oferi un Atelier meşteşugăresc, iar Gheorghe Voinic va susţine un recital instrumental.	Biblioteca Judeţeană „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea Biblioteca Judeţeană „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea- Secţia Multimedia – Internet, Secţia de Etnologie şi Folclor „Mihai Pop”	Secţia Multimedia - Internet Secţia Multimedia - Internet
Vineri, 30 ianuarie	10.00	„Mihai Eminescu la ceas aniversar”- întâlnire în cadrul proiectului educaţional “Biblioteca, prietena noastră” care se derulează pe parcursul anului şcolar 2014-2015 cu Şcoala „Anton Pann”. Participă elevi din clasele V - VIII sub îndrumarea prof. Elena Spiridon, prof. Elena Ghiţă şi prof. Andreea Teiuşanu. În program: videoproiecţia „Eminescu şi temele creaţiei sale” realizat de bibliotecar Adriana Edu, expozitie de desene, prezentări de proiecte ale copiilor, recital de muzică şi poezie pe versuri de Mihai Eminescu.	Biblioteca Judeţeană „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea	Secţia Multimedia - Internet

• În fiecare zi de vineri, între orele 17.00 – 18.30, Televiziunea Etalon găzduieşte o emisiune culturală dedicată Bibliotecii Judeţene „Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea

• Secţia de carte în limbi străine a Bibliotecii Judetene ,,Antim Ivireanul” Vâlcea organizează cursuri de limbă străină care sunt susţinute de voluntarii SEV (Serviciul European de Voluntariat). Cursurile fac parte din Proiectul ,,Comunicăm şi învăţăm” al Secţiei de carte în limbi străine, început în anul 2010 şi derulat pe parcursul celor cinci ani în parteneriat cu voluntarii străini S.E.V. Acestea sunt:

• LUNI 17.00 – 18.00 RUSĂ

18.00 – 19.00 TURCĂ

• MARŢI 17.00 – 18.00 CHINEZĂ

• MIERCURI 17.00 – 18.00 SPANIOLĂ

18.00 – 19.00 PORTUGHEZĂ

• JOI 17.00 – 18.00 RUSĂ

• VINERI 17.00 ITALIANĂ

Corina Bedreagă,

Imagine, PR în cadrul Serviciului Informare, Cooperare Europeană – Proiecte şi Programe Culturale

Otilia Șuiu studiază MSci Chemistry la https://www.facebook.com/imperialcollegelondon?pnref=lhc&rf=112371932108349, este îndrăgostită de beletristică în general și (acum) de limba lui Shakespeare în special.
Iată ce poveste ne-a trimis:

ROSES
He was writing down the letters slowly, savouring every stroke. R, elegant and royal.
O, warm and perfect. S, sassy and appealing. E, delicate and gracious. He was not the twelve
year-old schoolboy anymore, but a talented painter conceiving his masterpiece. He lifted the
pen and gazed at the paper. It was the most beautiful word in English, and even though he
knew no other languages, something told him that they couldn’t have possibly taken pride in
any better words. He ran his fingers over the letters and whispered the name: Rose. It must
have been at least the thirtieth time that day when he left himself mesmerized by the
marvellous sound of it. He spent another precious minute indulging in thoughts about it. Then
he suddenly blushed and ran some angry lines over the letters. His treasure was now buried in
a thick block of black ink. He sighed. He knew that soon enough he was secretly going to
repeat his sacred little ritual.
Though in his mind he always called her Rose, at school he had to refer to her as Miss
Harvey. He was infinitely grateful to God for having chosen her to be his Mathematics
teacher. Needless to say, it didn’t take him more than five minutes after seeing her for the
first lesson to decide that Maths had to become his favourite subject. With such strong
motivation, learning to reign over the emporium of numbers and logic was rather trivial. His
grades were close to perfection, he was top of the class, his father seemed proud and above
all, Rose never forgot to tell him how well he was doing. Nothing mattered to him more than
seeing her happy with his progress. He figured out that being bright in Maths was an
appropriate tactic to eventually win her heart.
There he was, sitting at his little table, once again procrastinating starting his
homework for the guilty pleasure of hiding the beautiful name at the bottom of his worksheet.
Still thinking about her – which he pretty much did every single moment lately - he lazily

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filled in the header. Assessed Problem Sheet. Robin Page. May 5th. May 5th? More than six
months since he became the sailor seduced by the mesmeric charm of his mathematical
mermaid! He frowned. He never loved anyone before and knew nothing about the topic, but
thought he should have at least hinted his feelings for her by then. He wondered what he
could do about it, and immediately realised that the issue was a lot more difficult than any of
the problems lying in front of him. If only dealing with people was as straightforward as
those Maths exercises he was robotically solving already!
Eyes stung, lids welded shut, limps ached, yet he could not get a minute of sleep that
night. Trapped into the maze of his feelings, he found himself facing the most delicate
problem of his existence. He decided that he couldn’t afford taking any wrong steps with
Rose. If he wrote her a poem, she might find it awkward and cheesy. Asking her anything
unrelated to Maths might just be plain inappropriate. He had no idea when her birthday was
and could not think of any other excuse to offer her flowers or chocolate.
Nothing worked out in his mind, and for a minute he wished he could ask his mum for
advice. But mum had gone to the Angels years ago, and he was well aware that she would
never be able to talk to him from that far away. He fancied knowing how dad made his moves
with her – it sounded like a good chance to adapt the strategy for his own goals. However, he
never felt at ease talking to his father. Whilst undoubtedly a good man, dad never seemed to
find the time to listen to him, for he was never back from work before 11 even during
weekends or holidays. And when he’d arrive, he’d never say more than ‘How are you,
Robin? Good to know you’re fine. Everything all right with school? Well done, son.’.
Out of the seven days of the week, three were happy, and the other four were totally
uninteresting since they involved no Maths lessons. Holidays were the most terrifying times
of the year, and Robin was still not sure how he was going to cope with not seeing Rose for

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the length of the summer break. Fortunately for him, it was a happy Tuesday following his
sleepless night, and he was ready to wait for what felt like decades until Miss Harvey’s 1-3
pm class.
As usual, his heart fluttered with joy the moment she stepped into the room. He took
great pleasure in watching her take off her camel trench coat. She was wearing a vivid orange
dress, the sort of colour that made him think about the pumpkins he vaguely remembered his
mum baking when he was a toddler. It contrasted nicely with her auburn hair. Once again, his
cheeks warmed up as he imagined himself touching those wonderful locks one day. He
carefully listened to every word she said. It was a new topic that she was teaching, and it was
all about inequalities. He was content that he had no trouble understanding how those
inequalities worked. When the time came to submit his worksheet, he glanced into her eyes
for a second, and cloud nine didn’t seem high or large enough to contain his delight when she
offered him a brief smile. He wished he could stare at her lips for a while, but that was a
cheeky thought that he forced himself to dismiss. Once more, the ruthless sound of the bell
announced the end of the class, and Robin had to watch her leave to teach another cohort of
fortunate souls.
He found himself begging his mind to at least try to focus on the following classes,
and it did not make him feel comfortable when Ms Parker and Mr Davis scolded him for
seeming so absent-minded. All he could think of was that little idea that he needed to
formulate in order to get closer to Rose, but the idea was stubborn and whimsical, and refused
to reveal itself to him.
Hoping that it would prove inspirational, he started writing her name down again at
the corner of the new problem sheet that he was assigned. But his hand was trembling and the
letters came out rough and uneven; R was too edgy, O seemed too plain, S looked rather

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vulgar and E lost its allure. Ashamed, he furiously ripped the corner of the page and broke it
into tiny pieces. He sent all the paper confetti to the bin. When he returned to the table, he
was terrified to realise that, in his desperate attempt to demolish the disgraceful letters from
the page, he had somehow also managed to tear down a large portion of the worksheet. He
panicked for a second, but then realised that the school should have still been open, as it was
about half past seven. He only needed to go to his classroom to retrieve a fresh exercise set;
he distinctly remembered Rose having left a pile of those on the desk.
He was nearly out of his breath when he arrived due to the intense running session
that he had been through. All the corridors were empty; even the latest classes had finished at
that time. He was aiming for the staircase leading to his classroom when he walked past the
staff room; he thought he heard some muted peculiar sounds coming from there. He lingered
for a minute, but still could not get a clue about what was going on inside. Intrigued, he
decided to sneak in, which was an easy task given that the door was partly open.
It took less than a mere second for his eyes to turn into a flood of tears and his heart to
writhe in unbearable anguish. There was this handsome lad in the room who seemed quite
busy devouring Rose’s lips while pressing her stunning figure against the wall. One hand
tangled in her now messy hair, another one fervently rubbing her thigh – she appeared
blissful to be drowned into that outburst of passion.
The boy forgot to take the new worksheet from the classroom.
He turned away and hurried back home, choking on the salty taste of his never-ending
tears.

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*
October 1st, and Robin Page was proudly sitting in that huge lecture theatre, waiting
for the Year 1 Induction Lecture to start. He was eager to properly delve into his Mathematics
degree at the world-class university that he got into. The room was quickly filling up, and
Robin smiled thinking that some of that smart-looking faces around him might become his
mates one day. He had already exchanged a couple of words with Roland, the friendly French
guy next to him. He seemed nice, and chances were they might keep in touch. He hoped that
the person who was going to sit on his right was going to be as cordial.
It was 10 minutes into the lecture when he sensed a sweet fragrance, and before
getting to think about it properly, a mellow whisper rang into his ears.
‘Hey, is this seat free?’
The girl was breathing heavily; she must have had to run to make it to the talk.
‘Of course!’ Robin murmured.
She threw herself on the seat and frantically started to take off her jacket and look into
her bag, probably for a pen, while whispering a lot of words to him.
‘Ohhh I feel so bad for being late, I mean look at me, it’s only the first day and I
already struggle to make it in time! I’m telling you though, it’s only my auntie’s fault, she
insisted she came with me today and then she just wouldn’t let me go! And I just kept telling
her, auntie, please, I don’t want to be late, and she just could not get it and arrrrrgh, aunties
can be so annoying sometimes, you know?’
She kept talking; he could only focus on the sudden realisation of how beautiful she
looked and how playfully her ginger curls were bouncing while she was fretting around.

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‘Anyway, what’s your name?’
Abruptly awaken from his little moment of hypnosis, he hesitated for a second or two.
‘Ah, I’m Robin!’
‘Pleasure to meet you, Robin! My name’s Rose.’
His heart seemed to stop beating for an instant, and a bitter taste invaded his mouth.
He could almost feel a little tear struggling to escape from his eye; he refused to set it free.
He smiled instead, and she smiled back, rosy cheeks glowing with warmth.
‘Very happy to meet you too, Rose!’

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