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Words

Proverbs

Old sentences people still use. The English is the sense, not a word-for-word crib.

Imagined village creek flowing over stones past a thatched house
Imagined art — water and stones, not a photograph of one proverb

A proverb is not a lesson. Someone says it at the gate or at the table and sits down. The first one on this page is the one people still reach for: water passes, the stones stay. The rest are the same kind of short claim — work, bread, patience, a neighbor. They sit next to the word list, not above it. For the same words inside a day, read a story.

At the gate

The line is said standing, and then the person sits. At the poartă a neighbor who has listened through a long complaint answers Vorba lungă, sărăcia omului — a long speech is a person’s poverty — and is finished. After a hinge hung too fast, someone still holding the hammer says Graba strică treaba. The English on this page is the sense. What you hear is the Romanian, once. Nobody opens a book at the gate. The carved oak is the other page. This is only the pause under it: one sentence, then the bench.

Imagined sparrow in an open hand and a crow on a village fence
Imagined art — the sparrow and the crow, not a photograph of one yard

The crow on the fence

Nu da vrabia din mână pe cioara de pe gard. Do not give up the sparrow in your hand for the crow on the fence. The sparrow is the small sure thing — the work already started, the loaf on the board, the neighbor who came. The crow is louder and still on the rail. People say it when someone is about to drop a real piece for a better story. It sits next to the stump and the cart: Buturuga mică răstoarnă carul mare, a small thing overlooked is enough to turn the load. You do not need a fable book. You need the habit of looking at what is already in the hand before you answer the bird on the fence.

Some of these still name a thing this site already has a page for. Bread that is better at home sits by bread. Crossing the sea with patience sits by the sea. The house a person makes holy is on the house. A village still says one of these without opening a book — the sparrow already in the hand, or the stones still in the creek.