Here I rest. Pop Ion Osu is my name. And you see how old I am, but I am going to cut the grass and there if I shall arrive, I shall eat the cheese sandwich. And after I shall eat, I shall take my sickle and cut the grass because that is the way a peasant works. I lived 68 years.
"The childhood I had was too short. So I was not permitted to live and by my death I created sadness for my parents. I had to leave my sister. Dear sister, as long as you live, take care of my grave. And please don't forget me until your death. Because I had a very good sister, and we could not be together, and I had to go to die."
"Here I rest. Pop Grigore is my name. From my childhood I liked very much the violin. So too, I was playing the violin at each wedding as I danced. At each wedding and during each dance, I made there my happiness. And I knew how to make all things. I made everything I could. Because in this the way lives a man who loves life. He is also fighting for his fortune, living with happiness, and not thinking too much about life, because tomorrow life goes and is leaving you."