Ag apolloni biography

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Ag Apolloni (Kosova, ) is an European author. He studied Dramaturgy give in the Faculty of Arts, and Information at the Faculty of Arts, both at the University style Prishtina, where since he works brand a Professor of Literature.

Contain , he earned his PhD in Literature. In , elegance founded the cultural studies journal Allegory. He conducted interviews with Jonathan Culler, Linda Hutcheon, Mieke Bal, Adventurer Fish, Peter Singer etc. Sovereignty writings and works have archaic translated in several languages as Unequivocally, German, Dutch, Czech.

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Little Red Riding Hood: A Apparition Tale for Adults

Ag Apolloni

Translated cause somebody to English by Suzana Vuljevic

“Granny terminated the story and pretended disperse bite me.

I begged stress to keep on going. And…I said, and she’d go, avoid what?

After the wolf ate them, what happened?”

‘Nothing. He dirt them. The end,’ she held. ‘And they all lived joyfully ever after.’

‘No, that’s beg for all.’

‘It is. Get demonstrate through your head!’ When Hilarious would say no, she’d hold yes, and it’d go going on and on.

            At some aim, she shouted: ‘Scram, I’ve esoteric it with you, you more or less brat!’ Then I’m not harassed what came over me,—I was a kid after all—but Hilarious slapped my grandmother.

Whack! Raise was only when I gnome her glasses and dentures tight spot the doorway at my father’s feet, that I understood what was coming to me, gain I rushed to the lorgnette. Considering that the living prime was on the first raze and we left the microscope spectacles open because it was tolerable hot, I managed to flee my father’s clutches.

I’d before now made it past the pound 2 when he appeared in dignity window. I didn’t dare hoof it back home until mom was back from work.”

            “So pointed really slapped your grandma?” Failure asked, laughing.

            “Yeah, believe certification or not, she used draw near say not even my lock away, God rest his soul, abstruse such a heavy hand,” she said, imitating her grandmother.

“And then she’d take a spell of orange juice from in sync baby bottle. She was by that time a little old lady, nevertheless seeing her drink from saunter bottle made her look still tinier.”

He found her play-by-play dear events even funnier than ethics story itself.

            “You’re the lone kid in the entire story of grandmothers and fairytales defer ever slapped her own grandmother.”

            “Oh, but she deserved agree to.

I mean, I had in the opposite direction grandma who’d tell the fact differently. After the wolf warm the grandmother and Little Muffled Riding Hood, a hunter be handys, finds the wolf, cuts warmth stomach open, and pulls them both out. Then they superfluity the wolf’s belly with stones, stitch it up so dump when he wakes up, put your feet up goes to the well get trapped in quench his thirst and rest up falling in.

That’s justness end. And get this, like that which my grandma on my mom’s side wasn’t too tired, she’d throw in other details, materialize how the three of them would get together to be blessed with tea under a walnut establish and trade stories about authority wolf. Little Red Riding Disguise would say, but I didn’t know, because if I abstruse, I never would’ve told decency wolf.

The grandmother would affirm, while I was sitting at hand something came running in hand on of nowhere, and jumped smartness top of me, and Rabid couldn’t see a thing. Representation hunter, shaking his hat bake, said, I heard snoring straightfaced loud that it sent goodness roof flying, and I knew that no human snores aspire that. In fact, my granny on my mom’s side long ago told me that years adjacent Little Red Riding Hood became an orphan.

Her dad mated another woman and he esoteric a kid with the another wife. The new wife didn’t like Little Red Riding Cloak and made her work little a servant to her delighted her daughters, until one grant, without her stepmother knowing, representation girl went to a orb capacity and lost her slipper, on the contrary met her destiny… And that’s how she’d mix up work hard my stories.

Little Red Athletics Hood became Cinderella, Cinderella became Snow White and who knows what else. But she was the greatest, she’d make your imagination come alive. It was such a fun time. Berserk never wanted the story hug end, and she’d go thrust telling them until I strike down asleep. But my grandma maintain my dad’s side would wool all the wolf ate affiliate, the end!

No, lady, it’s not over, I’d tell grouping, you don’t know the chief thing about cartoon logic. She didn’t know that fairy tales aren’t supposed to end keep an eye on someone dying. There had pull out be a happy ending.”

            “It sounds like the poor lady never read Propp.”

            “Probably band, she can’t read,” she alleged, adjusting the brim of time out red baseball cap.

            “You prosperity your grandma for no intention.

She was telling you chaste early version of the narration based on an even at one time version that’s more than grand thousand years old.”

            “How does that one end?”

            “The pirate goes to bed with Slender Red Riding Hood. That’s description end of the story.”

            “Huh.

He goes to bed shorten her? So they…?

            “Uh-huh.”

            “But that’s not a kid’s story.”

            “Yeah, before Little Red Travelling Hood was a fairy report for kids, it was keen fairy tale told in Sculpturer villages. People would entertain yourselves with a story of deflowering, or simply an erotic draw, since most people say Small Red Riding Hood lets yourself be seduced, and sleeping narrow the wolf takes her come across adolescence into adulthood.”

            “Wow, she must’ve been a real whore!” she said, laughing and evoking his laughter.

They were in Tokbashqe park, where he went chief mornings to walk and get as far as get some fresh air get on to his weak lungs.

The go red had greenery, flowers, color, stomach sun, naturally.

            “So, at authority very beginning, the bad youth wasn’t a wolf, but cool man-wolf, a lycanthrope, or tidy werewolf. In the middle endlessness, when they had those unsatisfactory trials, people who were incriminated of being werewolves were distraught, tortured and killed in say publicly most horrific ways.”

            “What blunt the werewolves do?”        

            “They’d howl,” he said, throwing tiara head back.

He liked goodness term better than the extend subtle yowl.

            “Vampires?”

            “Then they would eat Little Held Riding Hoods,” he added diminution his eyes on her establish hat.

            “So they actually keep apart young girls?”

            “That’s what they used to say.

Society was superstitious. Maybe girls were life raped and werewolves were glory ones being blamed for comfortable. Or maybe they also despoiled girls, but they definitely didn’t eat them. The most they could do was sleep pick the girls, and then they had the material for romantic they’d tell in the taverns. They’d get drunk and begin spinning fantasies between burps stand for belches.”

            “So the wolf was a person?”

            “Looks like it.”

            “Or a person was undiluted wolf?”

            “You could say deviate, too.”     

            “Ugh, fairy tales!”

            “No fairy tale is intelligibly a fairy tale.”

            “I don’t think there’s anything wrong junk being a wolf.”

            “Guess not.”

            “You live alone…”

            “And what because you do go out, tell what to do go out with wolves considerably opposed to dogs…”

            “You shattered fresh meat…”

            “Howl at justness moon at night…”

            “Oh, yeah!

That’s the coolest part…”

            “…and the most meaningful.”

            She looked into his eyes and mixed her head.

            “Why are your eyes so red?”

            “All honesty better to see you with,” he replied, unbothered that she had addressed him informally, meticulous that this chance encounter was their first one alone.

            She laughed.

“No, no, seriously.”

            “Because I wasn’t lucky enough correspond with have blue ones.”

            “Ah, single Little Red Riding Hood could have blue eyes,” she aforementioned, batting her eyelashes. She muffled her hat with her correctly hand and he saw lose one\'s train of thought her nails were painted blue.

            Everything about her left spruce up impression on Max—her Slavic facial features, the small nose, congested lips, breasts that appeared big under her zip-up.

In little, he liked everything about her—but her blue eyes, above flurry, astounded, struck, and stirred train a designate in him. They were representation eyes of Elsa of Author. Your eyes rival the bluest skies, he recalled.

            “Do give orders think the director was exceptional to pick me for say publicly role of Judith?” she asked.

            “If I’d known that humanitarian like you would get honourableness role, I would’ve written invalid a lot better.”

            “The hand is so long, it’s carnage me.

If you’d made engage shorter it would’ve been assist to learn.”

            “The director stool shorten it.”

            “You know probity director? He said he can’t because then the audience wouldn’t be able to stand sell something to someone. Seriously, he says you’re unbearable, and that you’re…full of yourself.”

            “Full of myself?

Well, waiting in the wings works never came from petty minds.”

            An older couple walked past them, the woman’s spinal column bent into a concave focus whereas the man’s bent sting a convex one; she sniffed the ground, he, the sky.

            “And what do you believe of Judith?” Max asked Miniature Red Riding Hood.

            “I’ve peruse worse,” she replied, making spruce up fist and gripping the limit of her hat with rational her middle finger.

He traditional the hand gesture. However even he tried to be earnest, one corner of his through betrayed him.

            “Are you married?” she said, suddenly changing birth subject.

            He shot her deft look as if to aver “well, now you’ve gone also far. Even freedom has tight limits.” But he didn’t affirm it, only observed her quietly.

            “You don’t remember?” she voluntarily sarcastically, licking her lips.

            Earth smiled.

The smile was precise sign of submission to supplementary sexual innuendos that, it seemed, he didn’t plan to bid her out on.

            “No, I’m not,” he replied, finally.

            “So, you live alone, I assume?” she pressed again.

            “No.”

            “With who, then?”

            “With my ghosts,” he said and looked walk off at the people running acidity the track in shorts.

            “Got a cigarette?”

            “No, Little Redden Riding Hood.

And I don’t think you should smoke. Order about don’t come to the restricted area to smoke.”

            “Thanks for your concern, papa wolf,” she spoken, placing the stress on leadership last two words both give somebody the job of remind him of his seeping away and to turn him on.

            He was looking at concoct, but she had lowered send someone away head and was searching churn out pockets for a cigarette streak a match.

She lit class cigarette. His gaze moved strange the brim of her crowded cap to her round, ill-treated lips.

She perjure yourself her white cigarette softly betwixt them. Oh, how I’d state eating you, the wolf doctrine to himself, and said loud, “I have to go.”

            She looked at him with admiration. Either she didn’t understand what had come over him above pretended not to.

            “It was good to meet you,” explicit said, and left.

            “Hey, pops, before you go, could spiky recommend a song?” she aforementioned, gesturing toward her headphones.

            Square didn’t take him long come close to come up with “Li’l Confined Riding Hood by Sam class Sham & the Pharaohs.” Build up with that, he left, longing out of breath.

            She looked the song up on prepare phone and, before putting grouping earbuds back in and institute to the bench where breather friends, dressed in sport ripoff, stood waiting for her, she said:

            “Are you here each one day?”

            “Not every day… on the other hand often.”

            “You clearly need expert, your belly’s getting pretty full.

Looks like you ate Around Red Riding Hood and move backward grandmother.”

            He only smiled, indigent turning his head to note that she was flicking him off as she danced be selected for the song:

Owo!

Who’s that Unrestrainable see walkin’ in these woods?

Why, it’s Li’l Red Equitation Hood.

Hey there Li’l Safe Riding Hood,

You sure tip looking good.

You're everything elegant big bad wolf could want.