{"id":13238,"date":"2021-01-26T14:13:50","date_gmt":"2021-01-26T11:13:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13238"},"modified":"2021-01-26T14:13:50","modified_gmt":"2021-01-26T11:13:50","slug":"de-ai-nostri-dan-manciulea-mici-apocalipse-de-adormit-omenirea-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13238","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Dan Manciulea – Mici apocalipse de adormit omenirea (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mor\u021bii cu mor\u021bii, viii cu viii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tNu mai pomenisem de mult o vreme a\u0219a de c\u00e2inoas\u0103. Ploaia \u00eemi \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2ia de un ceas \u00een cre\u0219tetul capului lipindu-mi p\u0103rul de t\u00e2mple \u0219i de ceaf\u0103. Eram ca o cotarl\u0103 jig\u0103rit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n, hoin\u0103rind str\u0103zile aiurea.
\n\tCe l-o fi apucat a\u0219a deodat\u0103 pe Iaroslav? S\u0103 m\u0103 poarte pe drumuri noaptea prin ploaie f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 nimic… S-a ridicat de la mas\u0103, m-a apucat de m\u00e2nec\u0103, mi-a zis \u201ehai cu mine, b\u0103\u201d \u0219i dup\u0103 aia am p\u0103r\u0103sit bodega. \u0218i-n bodeg\u0103 era a\u0219a de cald… Ce i-o fi trebuit s\u0103 l\u0103s\u0103m bun\u0103tate de votc\u0103 \u00een pahare \u0219i pipi\u021bele alea dou\u0103 ude… de ploaie!?
\n\tDe-abia ie\u0219isem din schimbul doi. Se pornise ploaia \u0219i Iaroslav a zis c-ar bea ceva tare, adic\u0103 un o\u021bel-inox sau un \u00eent\u0103ritor de recul, cum alint\u0103m noi votca. Ne-am ad\u0103postit la \u201e\u0218ase \u021b\u00e2\u021be\u201d, unde-s picoli\u021bele alea trei… Frumoaseee, de pic\u0103 boul din picioare.
\n\tC\u00e2nd au deschis fetele localul, i-au spus \u201eCa la mama acas\u0103\u201d, da’ be\u021bivii nu s-au l\u0103sat \u0219i, de ciud\u0103 c\u0103 nu se d\u0103deau pip\u0103ite \u0219i ciupite ca \u00een alte bombe, au poreclit locul cu numele \u0103sta de bordel. Auzi, hal de nume: \u201e\u0218ase \u021b\u00e2\u021be\u201d!
\n\t\u0218i st\u00e2nd noi a\u0219a de vorb\u0103 \u0219i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind p\u0103h\u0103relele curate, cu licoarea de-i zic ru\u0219ii \u201eap\u0219oar\u0103\u201d, numa’ ce vedem c\u0103 intr\u0103 pe u\u0219\u0103 dou\u0103 pipi\u021be plouate ca dou\u0103 curci. Toate mesele erau ocupate, numai masa noastr\u0103 avea dou\u0103 locuri libere, c\u0103 Iaroslav e breaz \u00eentre golanii t\u00e2rgului \u0219i-i respectat ca un mah\u0103r: nimeni nu \u00eendr\u0103znise s\u0103 vin\u0103 la noi s\u0103 cear\u0103 scaunele sau s\u0103 se-a\u0219eze. Ele se apropiar\u0103 supuse pentru c\u0103 prietenul meu le f\u0103cuse semn s\u0103 stea la mas\u0103. Dac-a\u0219 fi fost numai eu, jerpelit \u0219i cu fa\u021ba buh\u0103it\u0103 de neodihn\u0103 \u0219i de b\u0103utur\u0103, gagicile ar fi plecat sau ar fi pus vreun haidamac s\u0103 m\u0103 izgoneasc\u0103. Probabil c\u0103 duhneam a transpira\u021bie \u0219i-a basamac… Dar cine mai putea s\u0103 miroas\u0103 ceva \u00een putoarea aia de fum \u0219i de b\u0103utur\u0103 ieftin\u0103! I-am zis: b\u0103 Iaroslave, ia uite-le p-astea! El s-a uitat la mine ca la un prost \u0219i a dat din m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n\tPipi\u021bele r\u00e2njeau. La cine, nu \u0219tiu, c\u0103 era cam \u00eentuneric. Eu le-am comandat c\u00e2te un lichior ieftin, c\u0103 asta mi-au spus c\u0103 ar vrea. De ce le-or fi pl\u0103c\u00e2nd po\u0219ircile astea, habar n-am. Oricum, \u00eemi convenea: le \u0219i vedeam \u00een a\u0219ternuturi; c\u0103 ce s\u0103 caute dou\u0103 matracuce noaptea \u00eentr-o bodeg\u0103, dac\u0103 nu…?
\n\tDa’ Iaroslav s-a ridicat de la mas\u0103, a b\u0103tut-o cu palmele \u0219i a zis: \u201chai, b\u0103, cu mine!\u201d. M-am uitat \u00een jur \u2013 \u201eb\u0103\u201d eram eu. Mie \u00eemi spusese s\u0103 vin cu el. I-am zis \u201eDe ce, Iaroslave? Domni\u0219oarele se plictisesc singure, afar\u0103 plou\u0103, de ce s\u0103 plec\u0103m?\u201d. \u0218i afar\u0103 ploua de rupea p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Bucuria \u021b\u0103ranilor: se face porumbul, gr\u00e2ul \u0219i c\u00e2te \u0219i mai c\u00e2te. Vax! Eu unde s\u0103 pun porumb? \u00cen baie, pe balcon? Da’ el nu: \u201chai \u0219i hai!\u201d. \u201eUnde m\u0103?\u201d, l-am \u00eentrebat. \u201eS\u0103-\u021bi ar\u0103t ceva. Ai s\u0103 vezi, numa’ vino!\u201d. Gagicile chicoteau cu incote de para\u0219ut\u0103… M-am ridicat, c\u0103 Iaroslav e cel mai bun prieten al meu. C\u00e2nd m-am dat la o parte din lumin\u0103 am putut s\u0103 le v\u0103d mai bine fe\u021bele… Bine c-am plecat, mi-am zis. Erau ur\u00e2te r\u0103u: una avea o rochie portocalie cu buline verzi \u0219i era plin\u0103 de co\u0219uri, iar ailalt\u0103 era slab\u0103-moart\u0103, c\u0103 i se vedeau oasele sub piele. \u201eHai, b\u0103, Iaroslave\u201d, i-am zis, sc\u0103pat de sub povara dorin\u021bei de carne str\u0103in\u0103, \u0219i-am plecat.
\n\tC\u00e2nd am deschis u\u0219a grea din fier a bodegii, ne-a luat \u00een primire ploaia lui Dumnezeu. \u201eUite, m\u0103 Ioane, ploaia asta cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de p\u0103cate\u201d, mi-a zis \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103 prietenul meu, nitam-nisam. Io-l \u0219tiam c\u0103 vorbe\u0219te \u00een dodii, a\u0219a c\u0103 l-am l\u0103sat s\u0103 tr\u0103nc\u0103ne\u0219te \u00een voie. V\u00e2ntul b\u0103tea \u0219i copacii se-aplecau dintr-o parte \u00een alta \u0219i gemeau ca omu’, de durere. Am pornit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l mai \u00eentreb unde mergem.
\n\tDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd c\u00e2te un tr\u0103snet ne lumina drumul. A\u0219teptam cu inima str\u00e2ns\u0103 bubuitura. Uneori venea, alteori nu, dar de fiecare dat\u0103 tres\u0103ream din toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba. Un timp am mers pe sub copacii de la marginea drumului \u0219i pe sub stre\u0219inile caselor, la ad\u0103post de apa care curgea f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 din cer peste noi. Dup\u0103 aia, c\u00e2nd s-a terminat drumul, am ie\u0219it pe c\u0103rarea pietruit\u0103 \u0219i \u00eengust\u0103 care \u00eemi ar\u0103ta c\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sisem ora\u0219ul. \u00cen c\u00e2teva clipe eram ud leoarc\u0103 \u0219i cu \u00eenc\u0103l\u021b\u0103rile g\u00e2lg\u00e2ind de ap\u0103. Acum hainele mi se lipesc de trup…
\n– Unde m\u0103 duci, m\u0103 z\u0103naticule, c\u0103 s-a terminat asfaltu’! Ia uite ce ne \u00eenglodim!
\n– Taci, Ioane, taci!
\n– Cum s\u0103 tac, cum s\u0103 tac? B\u0103, tu m\u0103 duci la cimitir…!
\n– Ai ghicit, Ioane, la cimitir, la Bunavestire.
\n– Ce c\u0103ut\u0103m noi acolo? Acolo se duc numai mor\u021bii.
\n– Nu se duc ei. \u00cei ducem noi, \u0103\u0219tia vii. C\u0103 dac\u0103 nu i-am duce… mor\u021bii cu mor\u021bii, viii cu viii, ar fi harababur\u0103 \u0219i n-ai mai \u0219ti cu cine stai de vorb\u0103. \u00cei ducem la otelu’ lor s\u0103-\u0219i odihneasc\u0103 oasele.
\n– Iaroslave, tu ba\u021bi c\u00e2mpii, b\u0103iete…!
\n– Ia sticla asta \u0219i trage-i o du\u0219c\u0103. O s\u0103-\u021bi fie bine.
\n– Ei, parc\u0103 mi-am mai revenit. Se vede cimitirul. Bun\u0103-i votca, nu-i ca apa, nici friptura nu-i ca ceapa…
\n\tNici n-am apucat s\u0103 termin zicala be\u021biv\u0103neasc\u0103, \u0219-odat\u0103 mi s-au muiat picioarele. C\u00e2t eram de lung, m-am \u00eentins \u00een noroiul galben din cimitir.
\n– Vezi dac\u0103 vorbe\u0219ti prostii? Mor\u021bii stau \u0219i-ascult\u0103… Crezi c\u0103 lor le convine c\u0103 au p\u0103r\u0103sit lumea cea frumoas\u0103? Oric\u00e2t de \u00eempu\u021bit\u0103 ar fi, dac\u0103 e\u0219ti viu, tot frumoas\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne. C\u00e2nd auzeai prin beci vreo sticl\u0103 ce se rostogolea sau u\u0219a de la c\u0103mar\u0103 se lovea de perete \u0219i tres\u0103reai cu nevasta \u00een pat, cine crezi c\u0103 te b\u00e2ntuia? C\u00e2nd lipsea ceva din cas\u0103 sau din locul \u00een care-\u021bi \u021bineai banii, cine crezi c\u0103 punea vastu’? Ai, ia zi?
\n– Mmmmor\u021bii?
\n– Da, m\u0103, mor\u021bii. Habar n-ai c\u00e2\u021bi trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine ziua. Noi \u0103\u0219tia care ne spunem c\u0103 suntem vii, st\u0103m ca s\u0103racul pe comoar\u0103 \u0219i ne v\u0103it\u0103m c\u0103 e r\u0103u pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Sanchi, c\u0103ut\u0103m Raiul! Al\u021bii spun c\u0103 aici e Iadu’, da’ numa’ ei pot s\u0103 ne spun\u0103 ce bucurie este atunci c\u00e2nd stai cu burta \u00een sus \u0219i te mai desfe\u021bi o dat\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia soarelui ascult\u00e2nd fo\u0219netul frunzelor din copaci. S\u0103 hale\u0219ti o friptur\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge, la gr\u0103tar \u0219i s\u0103 sugi dintr-o stacan\u0103 de vin ro\u0219u… Nu-\u021bi mai spun de atunci c\u00e2nd pui m\u00e2na pe-o femeie ca lumea, cu buci \u0219i cu \u021b\u00e2\u021be \u0219i cu mijlocul de viespe… A, ce zici?
\n– Da, Iaroslave, ai dreptate. Dac-a\u0219 fi mort \u0219i mie mi-ar fi p\u0103rut r\u0103u dup\u0103 a\u0219a bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi. Da’, vezi tu, c\u0103 nu prea le ai nici c\u00e2nd tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, darmite dup\u0103 ce-o mierle\u0219ti. Dac\u0103 pui cap la cap fr\u00e2nturile astea petrecute \u00eentr-o via\u021b\u0103, nu aduni o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n– E\u0219ti prost, Ioane! C\u00e2t mi\u0219ti m\u0103car un deget \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 e\u0219ti viu \u0219i c\u0103 e\u0219ti fericit.
\n– S-a oprit ploaia… \u0218i zi, m\u0103 Iaroslave, mor\u021bii \u0103\u0219tia se bucur\u0103 de toate cele lume\u0219ti mai abitir dec\u00e2t noi?
\n\tIaroslav nu mai vorbea \u0219i \u00eemi d\u0103du de \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 mai bine mi-a\u0219 \u021bine fleanca. Mi-am \u00eenghi\u021bit vorbele.
\n\tEl amirosea v\u0103zduhul \u0219i se uita cu luare-aminte \u00eemprejur. Din p\u0103m\u00e2nt ie\u0219eau aburi albi care se prelingeau printre cruci. Ici-colo ap\u0103rea c\u00e2te o cruce ca un \u00eenecat ce d\u0103 din m\u00e2ini \u00eenainte de a se duce. Se limpezise cerul \u0219i se vedea Calea laptelui. \u201eN-am mai b\u0103ut lapte, h\u0103, h\u0103\u0103\u0103, de nu mai \u0219tiu c\u00e2nd\u201d. Era lini\u0219te \u0219i parc\u0103 mergeam pe nori, prin cer. \u201eAcu\u0219-acu\u0219 apare \u0219i Sf\u00e2ntu’ Petru. \u00cel \u0219i v\u0103d \u00eembr\u0103cat cu un anteriu alb, cu fa\u021ba mirat\u0103: Ce c\u0103uta\u021bi \u00een Rai, be\u021bivilor? \u2013 C\u0103ut\u0103m \u0219i noi ce caut\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea, Sfinte Petre, bine c\u0103ut\u0103m. \u2013 Dar v\u0103d c\u0103 a\u021bi cam \u00eentrecut m\u0103sura cu p\u0103catele. \u2013 Suntem \u0219i noi b\u0103ie\u021bi am\u0103r\u00e2\u021bi; c\u00e2nd n-ai nici de unele, \u00ee\u021bi mai \u00eendulce\u0219ti amarul cu un p\u0103c\u0103\u021bel. Nu mult, c\u0103 stric\u0103, da’ nici pu\u021bin, c\u0103 n-ajunge \u201d.
\n– Hi, hi, hi…
\n– Ce r\u00e2zi, Ioane?
\n– R\u00e2d, c\u0103 zici c\u0103 suntem \u00een ceruri \u0219i m-am g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 s-ar putea s\u0103 ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim cu Sf\u00e2ntu Petru.
\n– Care-i \u0103la?
\n– Ei, parc\u0103 nu-l \u0219tii…! \u0102l de \u00eemparte gloata la poarta Raiului.
\n– Nu-i ce crezi tu, dar e\u0219ti pe-aproape. Hai s\u0103 ne odihnim pe banc\u0103. Vezi tu, Ioane… adic\u0103 tocmai, c\u0103 nu vezi. Noi tr\u0103im \u00een lumea asta plin\u0103 cu de toate-bune, rele, dar mai e ceva, ceva pe care nu oricine poate s\u0103-l vad\u0103 sau s\u0103-l ating\u0103…
\n– Aha, ceva ca o fofoloanc\u0103 de dam\u0103 bine! P-astea numa’ \u0103i cu c\u0103r\u0103mida de bani poa’ s\u0103 le pip\u0103ie \u0219i s\u0103 le vad\u0103.
\n– Ioane, tu e\u0219ti cam prost, dar g\u00e2nde\u0219ti bine. A\u0219a e. Lumea-i ca o fofoloanc\u0103, o gaur\u0103 spre altceva, doar c\u0103 oamenii obi\u0219nui\u021bi se mul\u021bumesc s\u0103 intre \u00een ea \u0219i s\u0103 arunce acolo frica \u0219i g\u00e2ndurile rele f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe ce-i dincolo de pl\u0103cerea frecu\u0219ului. Poate de-asta tr\u0103im, s\u0103 ne \u00eentreb\u0103m mereu ce e dincolo… Tu te \u00eentrebi vreodat\u0103 ce e dincolo?
\n– De ce s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreb? Scrie-n Biblie: dincolo e Dumnezeu Tat\u0103l cu barba alb\u0103 \u0219i \u00eengera\u0219ii; Sf\u00e2ntu Petru care d\u0103 reparti\u021biile… Cam at\u00e2t. Ce, nu-i a\u0219a?
\n– Asta e ce spune taica p\u0103rintele la biseric\u0103 \u2013 pove\u0219ti de adormit copiii… Cum s\u0103-\u021bi explic eu mai bine, s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi…? Biserica \u0219tie ce se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103, dar nu spune pe \u00een\u021belesul tuturor. Astfel c\u0103 ea a f\u0103cut o poveste frumoas\u0103, ca s\u0103 cread\u0103 lumea mai u\u0219or. P\u0103i dac\u0103-i spui rum\u00e2nului c\u0103 sus e cineva care te pedepse\u0219te dac\u0103 faci rele, rum\u00e2nul se str\u0103duie\u0219te s\u0103 fac\u0103 fapte bune sau m\u0103car s\u0103 nu fac\u0103 prostii. Doar n-o s\u0103 stea s\u0103-i deseneze c\u0103 exist\u0103 energii \u0219i for\u021be subtile care ac\u021bioneaz\u0103 subcuantic, select\u00e2nd bioc\u00e2mpuri \u0219i structuri energetice pozitive de cele negative…
\n– Aoleo, ce-o mai fi \u0219i asta?
\n– P\u0103i vezi c\u0103 \u021bi-am f\u0103cut capu’ c\u0103lindar?!… \u0218i cum \u00ee\u021bi spuneam, dac\u0103 tu sau eu, \u00een loc s\u0103 frec\u0103m fofoloanca asta de via\u021b\u0103 de sus \u00een jos \u0219i de jos \u00een sus, am urca f\u0103r\u0103 preget, f\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103rere de r\u0103u, am ajunge \u00een ceva care seam\u0103n\u0103 cu Raiul de care ai auzit la biseric\u0103. Dac\u0103 nu, murim \u0219i st\u0103m la umezeal\u0103 \u0219i-ntuneric. Pricepi?
\n– Da. A\u0219a am priceput. \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 numai sfin\u021bii care postesc de toate cele ajung acolo. \u0218i \u0103ilal\u021bi, prostimea?!
\n– \u0102ilal\u021bi… Uciga\u0219ii, eunucii \u0219i t\u00e2lharii \u2013 la Iad \u0219i \u0103ia care n-au f\u0103cut nimic, nici bine, nici r\u0103u, o iau de la cap\u0103t.
\n– Cum vine asta, se nasc din nou?
\n– E un fel de-a spune. Iar trebuie s\u0103 intru \u00een filozofie cu tine! C\u00e2nd alegi o cale \u2013 s\u0103 faci bine sau r\u0103u \u2013 te pui bine cu \u0103i de conduc lumea, iar dac\u0103 n-ai spate, nu po\u021bi duce la cap\u0103t ce-ai \u00eenceput. C\u00e2nd vine timpul s\u0103 dai col\u021bu’, nu \u0219tie nimeni de tine \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00eentre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte. Adic\u0103 nici hoit de-a binelea, nici viu pe de-a-ntregul. Ei, st\u00e2rvurile astea merg\u0103toare caut\u0103…
\n\tDup\u0103 ce a rostit cuvintele acestea, Iaroslav al meu s-a \u00eenmuiat ca o c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u0219i s-a lungit pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul moale. Apoi din el s-a ridicat ceva ca un abur l\u0103ptos \u0219i luminos care a plutit ce a plutit \u0219i… a intrat \u00eentr-un cavou. Mi-am zis c\u0103 n-am v\u0103zut bine \u0219i m-am frecat la ochi. Tr\u0103geam n\u0103dejde c\u0103, dup\u0103 ce oi lua m\u00e2inile din fa\u021ba ochilor, am s\u0103-l v\u0103d pe Iaroslav viu, nev\u0103t\u0103mat \u0219i l\u0103murindu-m\u0103 gre\u021bos cum vine treaba cu strigoii. Da’ n-a fost a\u0219a. Am \u00eentins bra\u021bele dup\u0103 el \u0219i, \u00een loc s\u0103-l ating, se ducea, plutea sau parc\u0103 eu eram tras \u00eenapoi\u2026 Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva \u00eencerc\u0103ri l-am ajuns \u0219i l-am zg\u00e2l\u021b\u00e2it ca pe-un bu\u0219tean. A deschis ochii \u0219i m-a privit. Avea o fa\u021b\u0103 de prost… da’ prost ca lumea! Nu mai clipeau ochii \u0103ia ai lui de viezure a\u0219a \u0219treng\u0103re\u0219te. Col\u021burile gurii \u0219i obrajii \u00eei c\u0103zuser\u0103. Era o fa\u021b\u0103 de prost.
\n\tS-a holbat la mine ca \u0219i cum nu m\u0103 v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba lui, apoi a r\u00e2njit. Aoleo, dup\u0103 ce c\u0103 ar\u0103ta ca un prost, mai f\u0103cea \u0219i pe nebunul. A scos un cu\u021bitoi de sub hain\u0103 \u0219i… s\u0103 dea cu el \u00een mine.. \u201eM\u0103 Iaroslave, i-am zis, sunt io, m\u0103, Ion, prietenul t\u0103u! Tu vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 omori, e\u0219ti nebun?\u201d El: h\u00ee, h\u00ee, h\u00ee\u00ee\u00ee. Doar at\u00e2t zicea \u0219i se apropia de mine cu cu\u021bitoiul, s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u021bepe. M-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat, dar unde s\u0103 fugi, c\u0103 intrase luna \u00een nori \u0219i \u00een mijlocul cimitirului era o bezn\u0103… M\u0103 \u00eempiedicam de garduri din fier forjat, m\u0103r\u0103cinii usca\u021bi \u00eemi intrau \u00een palme \u0219i sub unghii, de c\u00e2teva ori am dat cu capul de cruci… P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 m-am lovit cu capul de zidul unei capele \u0219i m-am pr\u0103v\u0103lit ame\u021bit pe un morm\u00e2nt. Nebunul de Iaroslav m-a ajuns cu cu\u021bitoiul lui \u0219i cred c\u0103 m-ar fi tran\u0219at dac\u0103 nu ar fi ap\u0103rut vreo c\u00e2\u021biva aburi l\u0103pto\u0219i, din \u0103ia… Nu-mi era team\u0103, da presim\u021beam c\u0103 de-aicea o s\u0103 mi se trag\u0103. Totul se petrecea ca \u00eentr-un vis ur\u00e2t. \u00cen jurul meu petele alburii se roteau \u00een saraband\u0103. Eu eram la mijloc. Nu puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 mi\u0219c \u2013 \u021bintuit la p\u0103m\u00e2nt de o putere str\u0103in\u0103. Am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 ciupesc, s\u0103-mi mu\u0219c limba, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bez c\u0103 nu e dec\u00e2t un vis. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 spun Tat\u0103l Nostru, dar gura nu m\u0103 asculta \u0219i boscorodea numai blestem\u0103\u021bii. Era lucrarea dracului! Petele alburii se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau \u00eentr-o s\u00e2rb\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103reau c\u0103 se sf\u0103tuiau care s\u0103 pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe mine. Un nor a intrat \u00een cerc \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi dea t\u00e2rcoale. M\u0103 gusta. Apoi… a intrat \u00een mine. Ori eu am intrat \u00een el, nu mai \u0219tiu s\u0103 spun. Am c\u0103zut \u00een nesim\u021bire. Nu mai \u0219tiu c\u00e2t s\u0103 fi trecut, c\u0103 era tot noapte c\u00e2nd m-am trezit. Prin preajm\u0103 nu mai plutea nici un abur. Deasupra mea am v\u0103zut un chip de prost. Era un om care m\u0103 privea cu mil\u0103.
\n– Ioane, b\u0103, scoal\u0103-te! Hai s\u0103 mergem pe la casele noastre. Cine naiba te-a adus aici \u00een cimitir?
\n– Domnule, cum \u00ee\u021bi permi\u021bi s\u0103 mi te-adresezi cu un astfel de apelativ? M\u0103 cuno\u0219ti de undeva? Eu nu \u00eemi aduc aminte s\u0103 fi avut vreodat\u0103 ocazia…
\n– Ce m\u0103, te faci c\u0103 nu m\u0103 cuno\u0219ti, ai? Las\u0103 fasoanele pentru doamna Barbulea; cu mine nu-\u021bi merge!
\n– Ce doamn\u0103… care Barbulea? Nu cunosc nici o doamn\u0103 cu numele \u0103sta! Domnule, oricine ai fi, te rog s\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i \u00een pace sau chem Poli\u021bia…!
\n– B\u0103 Ioane, tu chiar ai \u00eennebunit? Eu plec \u0219i te las aici, s\u0103 dea strigoii peste tine. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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