{"id":12255,"date":"2020-11-24T15:21:21","date_gmt":"2020-11-24T12:21:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12255"},"modified":"2020-11-24T15:21:21","modified_gmt":"2020-11-24T12:21:21","slug":"literadura-nr-9-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12255","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 9 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Florentina Loredana DALIAN<\/strong>
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Ceasul din gar\u0103 (I)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe-aici, prin gara asta p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 prin care
\nmai trece doar din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd c\u00e2te un
\nm\u0103rfar, pe-aici au trecut oameni mari.
\nPe unde-or mai fi?
\nPe-aici am trecut \u0219i eu, \u00eenc\u0103 de mic copil, de
\nc\u00e2nd mi-a pus tata traista-n b\u0103\u021b. Era noaptea
\nde Cr\u0103ciun, pl\u00e2nsesem c\u0103 n-aveam de
\nniciunele… tata \u00eentorsese dou\u0103 turte pe vatr\u0103,
\nni le-a \u00eentins mie \u0219i lui frate-miu. Apoi, s-a
\nuitat la mine nu \u0219tiu cum \u0219i mi-a zis: \u201eDu-te,
\nm\u0103i copile, du-te unde-oi vedea cu ochii, aici
\nnu mai e de stat. Pe \u0103sta mic l-oi mai s\u0103lta eu
\ncum, necum, tu e\u0219ti mare de-acuma…\u201d \u201eUnde
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 duc, tat\u0103?\u201d \u2013 l-am \u00eentrebat. \u201eNu \u0219tiu… ai
\nputea s\u0103 treci \u00een Satu Vechi, la unchi-tu Stere,
\ne ni\u021bel mai avut \u0219i nevast\u0103-sa nu-i chiar o
\nzg\u00e2rcit\u0103. \u021ai-or da \u0219i \u021bie acolo, ceva, te-or ajuta
\ns\u0103-\u021bi g\u0103se\u0219ti ceva de munc\u0103. Eu n-am nicio
\nputere. Uneori mi-e ciud\u0103 c\u0103 m-am n\u0103scut. \u0218i
\nc\u0103 v-am adus \u0219i pe voi pe lume, s\u0103 v\u0103 chinui\u021bi.
\nDa\u2019 bunul Dumnezeu \u0219tie El mai bine ce-i
\npentru fiecare… o s\u0103 aib\u0103 grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu v\u0103
\npierde\u021bi. Hai, du-te!\u201d
\n-Tat\u0103, mi-e fric\u0103, s-a \u00eennoptat.
\n– Las\u0103, nu-\u021bi fie! De-abia nu vede lumea c\u0103
\nmi-am trimis copchilu’ de-acas\u0103…
\n\u00cembr\u0103cat sub\u021bire, \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat \u0219i mai prost, c-o
\nsticl\u0103 de ap\u0103 \u00een traist\u0103 \u0219i cu mult v\u00e2nt
\nfluier\u00e2nd prin ea, am plecat, ca alungat din
\ns\u00e2nul lui Adam, din c\u0103su\u021ba noastr\u0103
\ns\u0103r\u0103c\u0103cioas\u0103, dar unde m\u0103car \u0219tiam c\u0103 sunt \u0219i
\neu al cuiva. Lung a fost drumul din Satu Nou
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een cel vechi, peste calea ferat\u0103, asta de-o
\nam \u0219i-acum \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor. \u00cemi era foame, \u00eemi
\nera frig, \u00eemi era fric\u0103 \u0219i somn, dar mergeam
\n\u00eenainte, prin viscol, c\u0103 n-aveam cale de-ntors.
\nTata-mi zisese clar: \u201eAici s\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci,
\nn-ai la ce\u201d.
\n-Dar, tat\u0103, o s\u0103-mi fie dor de matale.
\n-O s\u0103-\u021bi treac\u0103, m\u0103. Ce, de m\u0103-ta nu-\u021bi e dor?
\n-Ba da…
\n-P\u0103i vezi? De-acolo din ceruri, cum s-o mai
\naduci \u00eenapoi? \u021ai-oi ostoi \u0219i dorul de mine, ce,
\nparc\u0103 mie n-o s\u0103-mi fie dor? Da\u2019 ce-am s\u0103
\nfac? S\u0103 m\u0103 pl\u00e2ng ca o muiere? Hai, du-te! Ai
\ngrij\u0103 s\u0103 nu r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti drumul.
\nNu l-am r\u0103t\u0103cit. Chit c\u0103, peste c\u00e2mp, totul era
\nalb. Dinspre p\u0103dure, se auzeau lupii url\u00e2nd.
\nMi-am zis atunci c\u0103, dac\u0103 scap nem\u00e2ncat, o s\u0103
\ntr\u0103iesc o sut\u0103 de ani. Uite c\u0103 am sc\u0103pat \u0219i mai
\nam vreo 20 p\u00e2n\u2019 la sut\u0103… Dar drumu-\u0103la a
\ns\u0103pat c\u0103r\u0103ri prin mine.
\nC\u00e2nd m-au v\u0103zut unchiul \u0219i m\u0103tu\u0219a au zis c\u0103
\nv\u0103d o n\u0103luc\u0103. Eram \u00eenghe\u021bat \u0219i aproape sf\u00e2r\u0219it.
\nAm sim\u021bit \u0219i eu c\u0103ldura unei case, lipsa
\ns\u0103r\u0103ciei, ce-i aia s\u0103 ai m\u00e2ncare ca oamenii…
\nda nu m\u0103 puteam bucura… g\u00e2ndul meu era tot
\nla ai mei, acas\u0103. \u00cel vedeam pe tata jos, la gura
\nsobei, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eenjghebe un foc, ba din
\nni\u0219te am\u0103r\u00e2\u021bi de coceni, ba din surcele; \u00eel
\nvedeam pe frate-miu mic, umbl\u00e2nd prin pat,
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd parc\u0103 ceva ce nu \u0219tia nici el, am\u0103git
\nde tata cu-n bo\u021b de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 din ziua de ieri.
\nEu, acum, m\u0103 s\u0103turam \u0219i-mi st\u0103tea-n g\u00e2t.
\n\u0218tiam ce-nseamn\u0103 s\u0103 ai ma\u021bele lipite de
\nfoame. P\u00e2n\u0103-ntr-o zi c\u00e2nd n-am mai r\u0103bdat.
\nAm dat \u201ebun\u0103 ziua\u201d unchiului \u0219i m\u0103tu\u0219ii,
\nmul\u021bumindu-le mai mult din priviri \u0219i am
\nplecat. Am auzit-o zic\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103: \u201e\u0102\u0219tia,
\ndup\u0103 ce c\u0103-s rup\u021bi \u00een cur, mai au \u0219i fasoane!\u201d.
\nDar eu nu de fasoane plecam. \u00cemi era bine,
\nmai bine dec\u00e2t \u00eemi fusese vreodat\u0103. Dar cum
\nputeam s\u0103 m\u0103 satur numai eu, cum s\u0103-i las pe
\ntata \u0219i pe \u0103la mic f\u0103r\u0103 niciun ajutor?
\n***
\nSe desprim\u0103v\u0103rase. Am trecut calea ferat\u0103
\n\u00eenapoi. Dar n-am mai avut nicio grab\u0103.
\nAcuma, mergeam ziua. M\u0103 uitam \u00een st\u00e2nga \u0219in
\ndreapta \u0219i m\u0103 rugam la Dumnezeu s\u0103-mi
\nlumineze calea. \u00cen gar\u0103, m-am oprit s\u0103 v\u0103d
\ntrenurile. Unul tocmai trecea \u0219i m\u0103 uitam la
\nimpiegat, ce frumos salut\u0103. Atunci mi-am
\ndorit s\u0103 fiu \u0219i eu ca el. Dup\u0103 ce a trecut trenul,
\nm-am dus la el \u0219i i-am zis: \u201eNene ceferist,
\nvreau s\u0103 fiu \u0219i eu ca matale!\u201d
\n-Ca mine, m\u0103, pr\u0103p\u0103ditule? Ce-ai g\u0103sit at\u00e2t de
\ngrozav la mine? De ce n-ai pus \u0219i tu ochii pe
\ncineva mai ac\u0103t\u0103rii?
\n-Nu \u0219tiu, bre, a\u0219a mi-a venit. \u00cemi place cum \u021bii
\npaleta-aia, cum duci m\u00e2na la chipiu… \u0219i-apoi,
\nai uniform\u0103.
\n-Bine, m\u0103 nepricopsitule, vino s\u0103 te-nv\u0103\u021b ce
\n\u0219tiu! Pentru \u00eenceput o s\u0103-mi fii de ajutor la
\ntreburile casnice. Dar s\u0103 nu-mi aud vorbe de
\nla alde m\u0103-ta \u0219i tac-tu!
\nEl m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat ce \u0219tiu, m-a trimis la \u0219coal\u0103.
\nCeasul \u0103sta era de pe-atunci. Tot el mi-a zis:
\n\u201ePo\u021bi s\u0103 ui\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nci sau s\u0103 bei ap\u0103 \u00eentr-o
\nzi, dar s\u0103 nu care cumva s\u0103 ui\u021bi s\u0103 \u00eentorci
\nceasul!\u201d I-am promis \u0219i uite c\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin de
\ncuv\u00e2nt \u0219i-acum, c\u00e2nd el nu mai e demult, c\u00e2nd
\ndemult nu mai e nimeni \u0219i mai nimic… doar
\neu, ca o barz\u0103 singur\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103-n cuib str\u0103in,
\ndoar eu \u0219i ceasul \u0219i c\u00e2inele Ursu… de-o fi s\u0103
\nmor, \u0219tie el cum s-anun\u021be.
\n\u00cel chema nea Mi\u0219u. Mihai, pesemne, dar toat\u0103
\nlumea nea Mi\u0219u-n sus, nea Mi\u0219u-n jos. Mi-a
\nfost ca un \u00eenger p\u0103zitor. Eu, lui, ca o pacoste.
\nA\u0219a-mi \u0219i zicea: \u201eTreci, m\u0103 pacoste, la
\nmas\u0103!\u201d; \u201eHai s-te \u021bes\u0103l, pacoste mic\u0103!\u201d Da\u2019
\nce, parc\u0103 eu nu \u0219tiam c\u0103-mi zice cu drag?
\nS-a dus nea Mi\u0219u! S-a dus ca trenurile alea
\ncare nu se mai \u00eentorc. \u00centr-o zi, m-a \u00eentrebat:
\n\u201eM\u0103 iube\u0219ti, pacoste mic\u0103?\u201d Eu m\u0103 uitam a\u0219a
\nla el \u0219i nu \u0219tiam ce s\u0103-i zic.
\n-Zi, m\u0103, r\u0103spunde ceva! Da\u2019 auzi, s\u0103-mi spui
\nadev\u0103rul!
\n-Nu \u0219tiu, bre, nu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103-\u021bi spui…
\n-Cum, m\u0103, c\u0103 doar nu te-am \u00eentrebat vreo
\ndefini\u021bie la matematic\u0103! E simplu: m\u0103 iube\u0219ti,
\nda ori ba?!
\nAm ridicat din umeri \u0219i-atunci s-a luminat:
\n-M\u0103 copile, m\u0103, tu nu cumva nu \u0219tii ce-i aia
\niubire? Zi, m\u0103, \u0219tii ce-nseamn\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u0219ti pe
\ncineva?
\nEu \u2013 tot b\u00e2t\u0103.
\n-N-ai avut \u0219i tu o pisic\u0103, un c\u00e2ine, un p\u0103rinte
\ncare s\u0103 te iubeasc\u0103? Ori pe care s\u0103-l iube\u0219ti?
\n-Am avut…
\n-M\u0103 urgie \u2013 zice \u2013 stai \u0219i-ascult\u0103! Cum s\u0103-\u021bi
\nexplic eu \u021bie? Iubirea e ceva a\u0219a… mare \u0219i
\nfrumos, cum ar fi…
\n-Ca un tren, bre nea Mi\u0219ule?
\n-Cum, m\u0103 b\u0103iete, ca un tren, cine-a vorbit de
\ntrenuri?
\n-P\u0103i ai zis \u201emare \u0219i frumos\u201d. La mine, mare \u0219i
\nfrumos e trenul.
\n-M\u0103, s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 s-ar putea ca tu s\u0103 zici bine! Ca
\nun tren, da. La fel \u0219i iubirea. Vine ca o vijelie,
\nst\u0103 ce st\u0103 \u0219i-odat\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i ia av\u00e2nt \u0219i pleac\u0103. Dar s\u0103
\n\u0219tii c\u0103 sunt \u0219i iubiri d-alea care nu pleac\u0103
\nniciodat\u0103. \u00ce\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een suflet pentru totdeauna.
\n-Ca trenurile alea de pe linia moart\u0103?
\n-Nu, m\u0103, ce-ai! Las\u0103, c\u0103 e\u0219ti prea mic s\u0103
\npricepi. Du-te de m\u0103tur\u0103 b\u0103t\u0103tura!
\nAm aflat mai t\u00e2rziu cum st\u0103 treaba, c\u00e2nd \u00eentr-o
\niarn\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103, c\u00e2nd nu mai circula nimic,
\nnici m\u0103car trenul, m-a c\u0103rat \u00een c\u00e2rc\u0103 zece
\nkilometri, pre\u021b de vreo dou\u0103 sate, p\u00e2n\u0103 am dat
\nde primul doctor. Eram bolnav, cu febr\u0103 mare
\n\u0219i doctoru-a zis c\u0103 puteam \u0219i s\u0103 mor. Pe
\nvremea aia, c\u00e2nd n-ai fi dat un c\u00e2ine afar\u0103 din
\ncas\u0103, nea Mi\u0219u m-a t\u00e2r\u00e2t, \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00eentr-o
\np\u0103tur\u0103, s\u0103 m-aduc\u0103 la via\u021b\u0103. A\u0219a c\u0103 n-am mai
\navut nevoie de explica\u021biile lui… cum st\u0103 treaba
\ncu iubirea. Acuma, dup\u0103 ce-am \u00een\u021beles, a\u0219 fi
\nputut s\u0103-i spun \u0219i eu. Dar am tot am\u00e2nat…
\nAtunci, dup\u0103 ce m-am f\u0103cut bine, am vrut s\u0103-i
\nr\u0103spund la-ntrebare. Dar nu \u0219tiu cum \u0219i de ce
\nm-a apucat a\u0219a ru\u0219inea. \u00cel strigasem: \u201eNea
\nMi\u0219ule!\u201d \u201eCe-i, m\u0103?\u201d, a r\u0103spuns, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 lase
\nlucrul pe care-l f\u0103cea. \u201eLas\u0103 bre, alt\u0103dat\u0103!\u201d
\n\u201eZi, m\u0103, zi!\u201d \u201eLas\u0103…\u201d Alt\u0103dat\u0103 n-a mai fost.
\nDup\u0103 ce l-a-ngropat, am r\u0103mas la urm\u0103 \u00een
\ncimitir, cu ciorile, \u0219i i-am spus: \u201eS\u0103 \u0219tii, bre,
\nnea Mi\u0219ule, c\u0103 te-am iubit!\u201d Dar nu \u0219tiu de ce,
\nparc\u0103 nu m-am sim\u021bit u\u0219urat. Trebuia s\u0103 i-o fi
\nspus \u00een via\u021b\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd a vrut s\u0103 \u0219tie. A\u0219a
\nfacem… Tata, barem, nici nu m-a-ntrebat. El
\nnu \u0219tia d-astea cu vorbe. \u0218i pe el l-am iubit,
\ndar c\u00e2nd, cum era s\u0103 i-o spun?
\n***
\nM-am trezit \u00eentr-o zi cu el \u00een gar\u0103. De
\nm\u00e2n\u0103 cu Sa\u0219a, \u0103l mic. Crescuse \u0219i el, nu mai
\nera c\u00e2t o lingur\u0103, dar tot nu era de aruncat \u00een
\nvia\u021b\u0103. N-avea nici m\u0103car 12 ani, cum aveam
\neu c\u00e2nd m-a trimis tata de-acas\u0103, \u00een Satul
\nVechi, la unchiu\u2019. Dup\u0103 ce nea Mi\u0219u \u0219i-a f\u0103cut
\nmil\u0103 cu mine, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, mai
\ntreceam pe la ei, s\u0103 le mai las una, alta. Mai
\nales de \u0103la mic aveam grij\u0103, c\u0103 tata o cam
\nd\u0103duse pe b\u0103utur\u0103, nu prea-i l\u0103sam bani,
\nduceam doar produse, ce bruma g\u0103seam… \u0218i-ntr-
\no zi, tata-n gar\u0103. \u201ePus la \u021bol\u201d, adic\u0103 nu mai
\numbla rupt, cu \u0103la mic \u00eentr-o c\u0103m\u0103\u0219u\u021b\u0103 pe care
\ni-o cump\u0103rasem eu din primul salariu, s-o
\naib\u0103 pentru c\u00e2nd s-o face mai mare, cu ni\u0219te
\npantalona\u0219i care fuseser\u0103 ai mei, c-o bucat\u0103
\ndintr-un gumar de care legase o sfoar\u0103, zic\u00e2nd
\nc\u0103 \u0219i-a f\u0103cut pra\u0219tie… Eu treb\u0103luiam, ca de
\nobicei. Tata zice:
\n-Na, \u021bi l-am adus.
\nN-am \u00eentrebat de ce, nici ce crede el c-am s\u0103
\nfac eu cu Sa\u0219a, cum am s\u0103 m\u0103 descurc s\u0103-l
\ncresc. \u201e\u021ai l-am adus\u201d \u2013 at\u00e2t au fost vorbele
\nlui. \u0218i-a mai ad\u0103ugat: \u201eD\u0103 un foc!\u201d
\nS-a urcat \u00eentr-un tren. \u201eUnde pleci, tat\u0103?\u201d
\nTrenul se pusese-n mi\u0219care. Cu ochii \u00een gol,
\nmi-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na, doar ni s-au atins m\u00e2inile.
\n\u201eM\u0103 duc \u0219i eu, s\u0103 v\u0103d cum arat\u0103 lumea asta
\nf\u0103r\u0103…\u201d N-am mai auzit continuarea, trenul
\n\u00eencepuse s\u0103 puf\u0103ie, s\u0103 g\u00e2f\u00e2ie, s\u0103 prind\u0103 vitez\u0103,
\nduc\u00e2ndu-l pe tata \u00eentr-o lume f\u0103r\u0103 nu \u0219tiu ce.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 ce, m\u0103 tat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 ce? F\u0103r\u0103 copii, dup\u0103 ce
\ni-ai f\u0103cut \u0219i i-ai l\u0103sat \u00een gar\u0103, \u00een grija unui
\nstr\u0103in care n-are nicio obliga\u021bie, dar care are
\nsuflet de tat\u0103? Ori poate vrei s\u0103 \u0219tii cum arat\u0103
\nlumea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103r\u0103cie? Hm…
\nLumea e peste tot la fel. Doar pe deasupra
\npoate s\u0103 par\u0103 diferit\u0103. Dar peste tot ai s\u0103-nt\u00e2lne\u0219ti
\noameni ca tata, ca nea Mi\u0219u, copii ca
\nmine ori ca Sa\u0219a-\u0103l mic. Peste tot g\u0103se\u0219ti
\noameni cu foamea-n traist\u0103, cu dor de duc\u0103,
\ncu regretul c\u0103 s-au n\u0103scut. Unde te-ai dus tu,
\ntat\u0103, \u00een lumea asta mare f\u0103r\u0103 noroc?
\nA doua zi lumea vorbea de-un accident
\ncare, de fapt, nu fusese accident. Un ins se
\naruncase din mers \u0219i fusese strivit de ro\u021bile
\ntrenului. Noi ne miram, cu mirarea copiilor \u00een
\nfa\u021ba groz\u0103viilor lumii. Nea Mi\u0219u a avut grij\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu afl\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 aproape c\u00e2nd s-a pr\u0103p\u0103dit,
\ns\u0103racu\u2019, adic\u0103 mult mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd s\u0103risem \u0219i
\neu \u0219i frate-miu din copil\u0103rie. Asta a vrut,
\nam\u0103r\u00e2tul, s\u0103 zic\u0103: \u201e\u00cen lumea f\u0103r\u0103 durere, f\u0103r\u0103
\n\u00eentristare \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 suspin…\u201d A luat trenul spre
\nlumea aia \u0219i s-o fi consolat cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 fiii
\nlui abandona\u021bi vor duce-o mai bine f\u0103r\u0103 el. Eu
\nl-am a\u0219teptat. De c\u00e2te ori trecea un tren din
\nsensul opus \u0103luia \u00een care plecase. A\u0219teptare de
\nfiu p\u00e2ndind \u00eentoarcerea tat\u0103lui risipitor.
\nN-a mai venit. Au venit, \u00een schimb, sute,
\nmii de oameni. Ni\u0219te str\u0103ini, alunec\u00e2nd \u00eentre
\ng\u0103ri. Fiecare cu povestea lui, fiecare cu
\namarul, prea rar c\u0103r\u00e2nd \u00een traist\u0103 vreo bucurie.
\nAm v\u0103zut \u0219i oameni \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se de la
\nr\u0103zboi. Greu de ei! Dar \u0219i mai greu de
\nam\u0103r\u00e2\u021bii care \u00eei a\u0219teptau pe \u0103i de n-au mai
\nvenit. Cum a fost atunci cu Saveta. \u00ce\u0219i
\na\u0219teptase omu’, da’ fusese \u0219i el printre \u0103i de \u0219i-au
\nl\u0103sat ciolanele pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt str\u0103in. Plecase
\ntoat\u0103 lumea, ea r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00een picioare, \u00een capul
\nperonului, cu ochii pierdu\u021bi \u00een zare.
\n– Pleac\u0103, f\u0103 Saveto, \u0219i tu acas\u0103, nu mai sta ca o
\nstatuie, vezi s\u0103 nu te ia cu friguri!
\nSe uita la mine ca o n\u0103luc\u0103.
\n– Pleac\u0103, nu mai sta, c\u0103 omul t\u0103u nu mai vine!
\n– \u0218i dac\u0103 vine, Ionic\u0103, \u0219i dac\u0103 vine? De unde
\n\u0219tii tu? Vezi-\u021bi de trenurile tale \u0219i las\u0103-m\u0103 pe
\nmine!
\nAm pus o \u0219ub\u0103 pe ea, am luat-o \u00een\u0103untru \u0219i i-am
\ndat un ceai. Mi se p\u0103rea frumoas\u0103 \u0219i i-am
\nzis c\u0103 mi-e drag\u0103. Era prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\npriveam o femeie mai de-aproape. Dar nu
\nprea \u0219tiam cum s\u0103 m\u0103 port cu femeile, era mai
\nsimplu cu trenurile. Nu-mi aduceam aminte
\ndec\u00e2t de mama, dar atunci c\u00e2nd tr\u0103ia eram
\nprea mic; mai \u021bineam minte doar ni\u0219te
\nsenza\u021bii, un soi de c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i-n rest… dorul pe
\ncare mi l-a l\u0103sat. Saveta a r\u0103mas \u00een gar\u0103 \u0219i-a
\ndormit peste noapte \u00een camera lui nea Mi\u0219u.
\nEu cu el ne-am \u00eenghesuit \u00eentr-o gheret\u0103 \u0219i neam
\nv\u0103zut de trenuri. Diminea\u021b\u0103 a plecat. Mai
\ntreceam uneori pe la ea \u0219i-odat\u0103, mai mult
\n\u00eenghiontit de nea Mi\u0219u, am cerut-o de nevast\u0103.
\nNu \u0219i nu, c\u0103 dac\u0103 se-ntoarce Petric\u0103-al ei, ea
\nce-i spune? Petric\u0103-al ei s-a-ntors cum s-a-ntors
\n\u0219i tata. Dar ea l-a a\u0219teptat toat\u0103 via\u021ba. \u0218i
\neu, prost, am a\u0219teptat-o pe ea. \u0218i via\u021ba a trecut
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, precum acceleratul. Ieri au
\n\u00eengropat-o. C\u00e2nd tr\u0103gea s\u0103 moar\u0103, m-a chemat
\ns\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103-i pare r\u0103u \u0219i c\u0103 s-o iert. Am
\niertat-o, c\u0103 doar suntem cre\u0219tini. Dar cu
\np\u0103rerea ei de r\u0103u n-am ce s\u0103 fac. Mi-o fi p\u0103rut
\n\u0219i mie r\u0103u de multe \u00een via\u021ba asta. O cruce – at\u00e2t
\na r\u0103mas din ea. Dar eu o v\u0103d tot pe fata care
\nse zgribulea pe peron \u00eentr-o noapte,
\na\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-l pe b\u0103rbat-su care n-a mai venit.
\nA\u0219a cum, atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la mine,
\nv\u0103d copilul cu traista goal\u0103 umbl\u00e2nd prin
\nviscol \u00eentr-o noapte de Cr\u0103ciun, tremur\u00e2nd de
\nfrig \u0219i de frica lupilor. \u0218i, mai r\u0103u dec\u00e2t toate,
\ntremur\u00e2ndu-i inima dup\u0103 cei l\u0103sa\u021bi acas\u0103, \u00een
\ns\u0103r\u0103cie \u0219i foame, \u00een dezn\u0103dejde. Toate astea,
\npentru ce? Nici nea Mi\u0219u n-a \u0219tiut s\u0103-mi
\nspun\u0103. El doar mi-a oblojit r\u0103nile cum s-a
\npriceput. C\u00e2teodat\u0103, \u00eel sim\u021beam c\u0103 i se rupe
\ninima de mine. M\u0103 privea \u00eentr-un fel al lui \u0219i-avea
\nel o vorb\u0103: \u201eTuuu, copil de pripas!\u201d \u0218i-atunci
\n\u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103gea \u0219apca mai pe ochi, da’ eu
\n\u0219tiam c\u0103 face asta ca s\u0103 nu-i v\u0103d lacrimile.<\/p>\n


\nTudor CICU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Visul<\/strong><\/p>\n

O dat\u0103, la o serat\u0103 literar\u0103, un amic m-a
\ntras deoparte \u0219i mi-a spus:
\n-Iat\u0103 cam ce \u021bineam a-\u021bi atrage
\nluarea aminte! Ai o fraz\u0103 \u00eentr-o carte care nu
\nmi-a dat pace, de\u0219i am r\u0103sucit-o pe toate
\np\u0103r\u021bile. Scriai a\u0219a: \u201eNu mai visa copile! o aud
\nprin vremuri pe mama. Du-te \u0219i tu cu copiii, la
\njoac\u0103! Adic\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendrept \u0219i eu, ca to\u021bi
\nceilal\u021bi, spre cele p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti. Altfel, cum te
\nvor \u00een\u021belege c\u00e2nd tu c\u00e2n\u021bi la harf\u0103 iar ei din
\nfrunz\u0103?\u201d
\nL-am privit nedumerit pe amicul meu. Nu
\n\u00een\u021belegeam ce dorea de la mine. \u0218i mi-am
\nadus aminte c\u0103 atunci, c\u00e2nd mama \u00eemi spunea
\ntoate astea eu l\u0103sam, o clip\u0103, cartea din m\u00e2ini
\n\u0219i priveam \u00een urm\u0103 cum se \u00eendep\u0103rta la
\ntreburile ei: \u201eCe o fi zis mama?\u201d \u0218i, fiindc\u0103
\nnu \u0219tiam a-mi r\u0103spunde, deschideam cartea \u0219i
\nm\u0103 pierdeam, din nou, \u00een lumea celor care
\nvedeau altfel lucrurile de mi-am amintit o
\n\u00eent\u00e2mplare auzit\u0103 de la mo\u0219u-meu. Suna a\u0219a:
\n\u201e\u00cen satul meu, pe vremea copil\u0103riei nu eram
\ndec\u00e2t o m\u00e2n\u0103 de pu\u0219tani. Duminicile, c\u00e2nd
\np\u0103rin\u021bii no\u0219tri intrau \u00een biseric\u0103 s\u0103 asculte
\nslujba \u0219i se \u00eenchinau la icoane, noi, copiii,
\n\u00eencingeam jocul pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 turla bisericii, prin
\nclopotni\u021b\u0103 \u0219i chiar pe acoperi\u0219uri de chilii. \u00cen
\ntoat\u0103 ceata eu eram singurul scriitor, iar
\nceilal\u021bi erau cititorii, fiindc\u0103 doar pe mine m\u0103
\nchemau to\u021bi s\u0103 le scriu crucile \u0219i pomelnicele.
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 eu f\u0103ceam scenariul jocului \u0219i ei
\ntrebuiau s\u0103-l aplice \u00eentocmai. \u00centr-o var\u0103 neam
\njucat de-a r\u0103zboiul. Eu mi-am rezervat
\nrolul generalului, iar pe ei i-am \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit \u00een
\npu\u0219ca\u0219i, mitraliori \u0219i tunari. Unii voiau s\u0103 fie
\npilo\u021bi de bombardiere. Era mai palpitant s\u0103 vii
\n\u00een zbor pe deasupra pu\u0219tilor \u0219i tunurilor,
\nziceau ei, dar avion era mai greu s\u0103 fii. De
\nunde s\u0103 iei combustibil, pilo\u021bi instrui\u021bi \u0219i
\naripi? Aripi care s\u0103 fac\u0103 f\u00e2l-f\u00e2l!, ca p\u0103s\u0103rile.
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 am hot\u0103r\u00e2t ca sub comanda mea s\u0103 fie
\nnumai pu\u0219ti care s\u0103 fac\u0103 poc-poc, mitralierele
\ns\u0103 fac\u0103 prr-prr \u0219i tunurile ca s\u0103 bat\u0103 bum-bum.
\nJocul \u00eencepuse c\u00e2nd, pe cer, \u00een \u0219iruri negre au
\nap\u0103rut, zbur\u00e2nd aproape de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nadev\u0103ratele avioane. Aveau zvastici, mari negre,
\npe aripi. Chiar erau ni\u0219te modele,
\nAlbatros-Flugzeugwerke, adev\u0103rate. Se
\ncutremura p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sub ele. Nu puteau fi
\nreperate dec\u00e2t de undeva de sus. Atunci m-am
\nurcat pe turla bisericii \u0219i de acolo am strigat:
\n-Aten\u021biune! V\u0103 ordon\u0103 generalul! Acum vom
\ndobor\u00ee avioane. Aten\u021bie, foc!!!
\nSe auzeau pu\u0219tile (poc-poc!), mitralierele
\ntr\u0103geau \u0219i ele (prr-prr!), iar tunurile r\u0103zbeau
\ngreu (bum-bum!). Comenzile c\u0103deau \u0219i ele, de
\nsus, ca proiectilele. Era un vacarm de
\nnedescris. M\u0103 uitam la ai mei, cum se
\nzv\u00e2rcoleau acolo, jos, fugind \u00een jurul bisericii,
\nori s\u0103rind \u00een aer ca ni\u0219te p\u0103pu\u0219i. Mi se p\u0103rea,
\nde acolo de pe turla bisericii, c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i cam
\nexagerau rolurile, sau jucau mult prea bine
\npiesa. Cur\u00e2nd curtea bisericii s-a umplut de
\n\u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i fum, iar buc\u0103\u021bi din tencuiala bisericii
\ns\u0103reau care \u00eencotro. La sf\u00e2r\u0219it, c\u00e2nd
\nadev\u0103ratele avioane au disp\u0103rut dincolo de
\nlinia orizontului, am ordonat adunarea
\ncititorilor din oastea improvizat\u0103, \u00een fa\u021ba
\nbisericii. Nu mai era \u00eens\u0103 nimeni. C\u0103zuser\u0103 cu
\nto\u021bii la datorie. R\u0103m\u0103sesem singur… M\u0103
\nalesesem doar cu c\u0103ma\u0219a rupt\u0103 \u0219i o d\u00e2r\u0103 de
\ns\u00e2nge care se prelingea u\u0219or.\u201d
\nAcum, singur la masa de scris, am v\u0103zut \u0219i eu
\nla ce r\u0103zboi nemilos \u00eemi f\u0103cusem valiza.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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