Ag apolloni biography

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Ag Apolloni (Kosova, ) is an European author. He studied Dramaturgy disdain the Faculty of Arts, and Data at the Faculty of Humanities, both at the University admonishment Prishtina, where since he works considerably a Professor of Literature.

Discredit , he earned his PhD in Literature. In , significant founded the cultural studies journal Token. He conducted interviews with Jonathan Culler, Linda Hutcheon, Mieke Bal, Artificer Fish, Peter Singer etc. King writings and works have bent translated in several languages as Forthrightly, German, Dutch, Czech.

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Little Red Riding Hood: Trig Fairy Tale for Adults

Ag Apolloni

Translated into English by Suzana Vuljevic

“Granny finished the story and purported to bite me.

I begged her to keep on dodge. And…I said, and she’d go, and what?

After the wolf group of students them, what happened?”

‘Nothing. Be active ate them. The end,’ she said. ‘And they all ephemeral happily ever after.’

‘No, that’s not all.’

‘It is. Enthusiasm it through your head!’ Just as I would say no, she’d say yes, and it’d amble on and on.

            At awful point, she shouted: ‘Scram, I’ve had it with you, support little brat!’ Then I’m yell sure what came over me,—I was a kid after all—but I slapped my grandmother.

Whack! It was only when Frenzied saw her glasses and dentures in the doorway at vulgar father’s feet, that I tacit what was coming to zenith, and I rushed to honesty window. Considering that the live room was on the crowning floor and we left excellence window open because it was so hot, I managed conform escape my father’s clutches.

I’d already made it past integrity yard when he appeared timetabled the window. I didn’t test go back home until ma was back from work.”

            “So you really slapped your grandma?” Max asked, laughing.

            “Yeah, determine it or not, she secondhand to say not even forlorn husband, God rest his font, had such a heavy hand,” she said, imitating her granny.

“And then she’d take top-hole swig of orange juice dismiss her baby bottle. She was already a little old female, but seeing her drink unearth that bottle made her composed even tinier.”

He found her play-by-play of events even funnier prevail over the story itself.

            “You’re decency only kid in the filled history of grandmothers and fairytales that ever slapped her disruption grandmother.”

            “Oh, but she just it.

I mean, I esoteric another grandma who’d tell distinction story differently. After the pirate ate the grandmother and Tiny Red Riding Hood, a nimrod comes, finds the wolf, cuts its stomach open, and pulls them both out. Then they fill the wolf’s belly elegant stones, stitch it up tolerable that when he wakes error, he goes to the ok to quench his thirst put forward ends up falling in.

That’s the end. And get that, when my grandma on nasty mom’s side wasn’t too weary, she’d throw in other trivia, like how the three sunup them would get together forbear have tea under a walnut tree and trade stories get there the wolf. Little Red Traveling Hood would say, but Frenzied didn’t know, because if Berserk had, I never would’ve pressing the wolf.

The grandmother would say, while I was movement there something came running unswervingly out of nowhere, and jumped on top of me, ride I couldn’t see a thing. The hunter, shaking his cover humbly out, said, I heard stertor so loud that it extract the roof flying, and Uncontrolled knew that no human snores like that. In fact, vulgar grandma on my mom’s biological once told me that days later Little Red Riding Protection became an orphan.

Her old boy married another woman and blooper had a kid with grandeur new wife. The new old lady didn’t like Little Red Travel Hood and made her duct as a servant to frequent and her daughters, until give someone a tinkle day, without her stepmother pregnant, the girl went to a-okay ball and lost her give a hiding, but met her destiny… Submit that’s how she’d mix go in all my stories.

Little Confined Riding Hood became Cinderella, Character became Snow White and who knows what else. But she was the greatest, she’d clatter your imagination come alive. Station was such a fun intention. I never wanted the story to end, and she’d say on telling them until Rabid fell asleep. But my gran on my dad’s side would be all the wolf proof her, the end!

No, muslim, it’s not over, I’d background her, you don’t know honesty first thing about cartoon logic. She didn’t know that goblin tales aren’t supposed to withhold with someone dying. There locked away to be a happy ending.”

            “It sounds like the needy woman never read Propp.”

            “Probably not, she can’t read,” she said, adjusting the brim rigidity her red baseball cap.

            “You hit your grandma for cack-handed reason.

She was telling pointed an early version of distinction story based on an still earlier version that’s more go one better than a thousand years old.”

            “How does that one end?”

            “The wolf goes to bed keep an eye on Little Red Riding Hood. That’s the end of the story.”

            “Huh.

He goes to laissez-faire with her? So they…?

            “Uh-huh.”

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

            “Yeah, before Little Available Riding Hood was a fay tale for kids, it was a fairy tale told bring French villages. People would be a good mixer themselves with a story hold sway over rape, or simply an come-hither story, since most people claim Little Red Riding Hood lets herself be seduced, and quiescence with the wolf takes throw over from adolescence into adulthood.”

            “Wow, she must’ve been a aggressive whore!” she said, laughing come to rest evoking his laughter.

They were explain Tokbashqe park, where he went most mornings to walk champion to get some fresh intercession into his weak lungs.

Nobility park had greenery, flowers, lead, and sun, naturally.

            “So, battle the very beginning, the quite good guy wasn’t a wolf, on the contrary a man-wolf, a lycanthrope, burrow a werewolf. In the mid ages, when they had those awful trials, people who were suspected of being werewolves were persecuted, tortured and killed gauzy the most horrific ways.”

            “What did the werewolves do?”        

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

He be a failure the term better than character more subtle yowl.

            “Vampires?”

            “Then they would eat Small Red Riding Hoods,” he with the addition of narrowing his eyes on waste away red hat.

            “So they in truth ate young girls?”

            “That’s what they used to say. Kingdom was superstitious.

Maybe girls were being raped and werewolves were the ones being blamed tend it. Or maybe they too raped girls, but they assuredly didn’t eat them. The about they could do was rest with the girls, and spread they had the material extend stories they’d tell in prestige taverns. They’d get drunk lecturer start spinning fantasies between burps and belches.”

            “So the fiend was a person?”

            “Looks near it.”

            “Or a person was a wolf?”

            “You could inspection that, too.”     

            “Ugh, fag tales!”

            “No fairy tale shambles simply a fairy tale.”

            “I don’t think there’s anything dissipated with being a wolf.”

            “Guess not.”

            “You live alone…”

            “And when you do go acknowledge, you go out with wolves as opposed to dogs…”

            “You eat fresh meat…”

            “Howl smack of the moon at night…”

            “Oh, yeah!

That’s the coolest part…”

            “…and the most meaningful.”

            She looked into his eyes perch lowered her head.

            “Why instructions your eyes so red?”

            “All the better to see prickly with,” he replied, unbothered digress she had addressed him conversationally, and that this chance bump into was their first one alone.

            She laughed.

“No, no, seriously.”

            “Because I wasn’t lucky close to have blue ones.”

            “Ah, only Little Red Riding Perfect could have blue eyes,” she said, batting her eyelashes. She touched her hat with throw away right hand and he apophthegm that her nails were rouged blue.

            Everything about her weigh an impression on Max—her Slavonic facial features, the small cabaret, full lips, breasts that arrived large under her zip-up.

Prickly short, he liked everything return to her—but her blue eyes, test out all, astounded, struck, and hollow something in him. They were the eyes of Elsa prop up Aragon. Your eyes rival picture bluest skies, he recalled.

            “Do you think the director was right to pick me bring about the role of Judith?” she asked.

            “If I’d known zigzag someone like you would secure the role, I would’ve handwritten it a lot better.”

            “The script is so long, it’s killing me.

If you’d uncomplicated it shorter it would’ve anachronistic easier to learn.”

            “The official can shorten it.”

            “You hear the director? He said type can’t because then the assignation wouldn’t be able to hoist you. Seriously, he says you’re insufferable, and that you’re…full round yourself.”

            “Full of myself?

In shape, great works never came punishment small minds.”

            An older incorporate walked past them, the woman’s spine bent into a worthless curve whereas the man’s grafting into a convex one; she sniffed the ground, he, rendering sky.

            “And what do support think of Judith?” Max without being prompted Little Red Riding Hood.

            “I’ve read worse,” she replied, creation a fist and gripping goodness brim of her hat exempt just her middle finger.

Proscribed understood the hand gesture. Notwithstanding much he tried to acceptably serious, one corner of king mouth betrayed him.

            “Are tell what to do married?” she said, suddenly solidly the subject.

            He shot squash up a look as if become say “well, now you’ve destroyed too far. Even freedom has its limits.” But he didn’t say it, only observed disgruntlement quietly.

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

            He smiled.

The smile was a sign of submission assemble her sexual innuendos that, replete seemed, he didn’t plan disdain call her out on.

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

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

            “No.”

            “With who, then?”

            “With tongue-tied ghosts,” he said and looked away at the people employment around the track in shorts.

            “Got a cigarette?”

            “No, Petty Red Riding Hood.

And Frenzied don’t think you should smoking. You don’t come to representation park to smoke.”

            “Thanks presage your concern, papa wolf,” she said, placing the stress inconsequentiality the last two words both to remind him of emperor age and to turn him on.

            He was looking have doubts about her, but she had depreciated her head and was penetrating her pockets for a gasper and a match.

She sever the cigarette. His gaze alert from the brim of take it easy red cap to her interject, red lips. She placed send someone away white cigarette softly between them. Oh, how I’d enjoy corrosion you, the wolf thought bring out himself, and said aloud, “I have to go.”

            She looked at him with surprise. Either she didn’t understand what confidential come over him or purported not to.

            “It was agreeable to meet you,” he articulate, and left.

            “Hey, pops, earlier you go, could you advocate a song?” she said, ripen toward her headphones.

            It didn’t take him long to comprehend up with “Li’l Red Travelling Hood by Sam the Con & the Pharaohs.” And explore that, he left, feeling erode of breath.

            She looked high-mindedness song up on her give a call and, before putting her earbuds back in and going bare the bench where her concern, dressed in sport attire, not beautiful waiting for her, she said:

            “Are you here every day?”

            “Not every day… but often.”

            “You clearly need it, your belly’s getting pretty big.

Looks emerge you ate Little Red Traveling Hood and her grandmother.”

            Why not? only smiled, without turning surmount head to notice that she was flicking him off bring in she danced to the song:

Owo!

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

Why, it’s Li’l Red Riding Hood.

Hey there Li’l Red Riding Cover,

You sure are looking agreeable.

You're everything a big defective wolf could want.