if my memory serves me correctly, that's a fragment out of Memories from Childhood by Ion Creanga. And it translates: "So to get it over with, I kiss the auntie's hand, saying good bye like a good boy; I get out of the house to supposedly go bathe, but i end up in the woman's cherry tree, trying to gather as many as possible, whether they were ripe or not. And as I was doing this, minding my own business just as any sheep does, I see Marioara [probably the auntie] under the tree with a beating stick in hand." 90% correct translation. Drac PS: What are you doing with this? :D