Dup\u0103 ce a ie\u0219it de la Cristina, Ilie a mers pe jos, f\u0103r\u0103 \u021bint\u0103. Noaptea se l\u0103sase peste ora\u0219, iar ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 \u00eei intra \u00een hain\u0103, dar el nu sim\u021bea frigul. \u00cen minte \u00eei r\u0103sunau cuvintele ei, ascu\u021bite ca ni\u0219te ace. Pentru prima dat\u0103, i s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 lumea nu mai era de partea lui.<\/p>\n
Ajuns acas\u0103, a g\u0103sit apartamentul gol. Pe masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, Olga l\u0103sase o scrisoare. O h\u00e2rtie simpl\u0103, cu c\u00e2teva r\u00e2nduri, dar fiecare cuv\u00e2nt p\u0103rea o lovitur\u0103:
\u201eNu-\u021bi fac repro\u0219uri. \u021ai-ai ales drumul, mergi pe el. Eu am altul \u2014 s\u0103-mi \u021bin copilul aproape \u0219i s\u0103 nu-l las s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 to\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bii uit\u0103 at\u00e2t de u\u0219or. \u00ce\u021bi doresc s\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti ce cau\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n
A citit de c\u00e2teva ori, dar nu \u00een\u021belegea. Cum de nu sim\u021bise niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2t de puternic\u0103 e femeia asta? Cum de o dispre\u021buise doar pentru c\u0103 timpul \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103sase urmele?<\/p>\n
Zilele treceau, iar Cristina devenea tot mai rece. Ma\u0219ina promis\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rzia, banii se \u00eempu\u021binau, iar vorbele dulci se transformau \u00een repro\u0219uri. \u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd i-a spus c\u0103 n-are rost s\u0103 se vad\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 nu \u201ese rezolv\u0103 situa\u021bia\u201d, Ilie a r\u0103mas singur, privind \u00een gol.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-a dat seama c\u0103 pierduse tot: familia, lini\u0219tea, demnitatea. Tot ce avea era o camer\u0103 \u00eenchiriat\u0103 \u0219i un gol \u00een piept pe care nici b\u0103utura nu-l putea umple.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acela\u0219i timp, Olga \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 din nou. \u00ce\u0219i luase un al doilea job, g\u0103tea cu fiul ei \u0219i serile, c\u00e2nd oboseala o dobor\u00e2, se uita pe geam la cerul negru \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i spunea: \u201eM\u00e2ine o s\u0103 fie mai bine\u201d.<\/p>\n
Nu era u\u0219or. Fiecare zi venea cu griji: chirie, \u0219coal\u0103, m\u00e2ncare, facturi. Dar \u00een privirea b\u0103iatului vedea speran\u021ba. \u0218i asta \u00eei d\u0103dea puterea s\u0103 mearg\u0103 mai departe.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva luni, Ilie a aflat c\u0103 Olga \u0219i copilul s-au mutat \u00eentr-un apartament mic, la marginea ora\u0219ului. A vrut s\u0103 treac\u0103 pe acolo, dar n-a avut curaj. \u00cel oprea ru\u0219inea.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, \u0219i-a v\u0103zut fosta so\u021bie \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, \u00een centrul ora\u0219ului. Mergea gr\u0103bit\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i b\u0103iatul de m\u00e2n\u0103. Ar\u0103ta altfel \u2014 sigur\u0103 pe ea, cu z\u00e2mbetul acela lini\u0219tit pe care nu-l mai v\u0103zuse de ani. A vrut s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103, dar ea doar l-a privit o clip\u0103, cu o polite\u021be distant\u0103, apoi a trecut mai departe.<\/p>\n
Atunci Ilie a \u00een\u021beles: unele femei nu se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc c\u00e2nd sunt p\u0103r\u0103site. Se ridic\u0103 mai sus dec\u00e2t au fost vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Seara, acas\u0103, \u0219i-a privit fa\u021ba \u00een oglind\u0103. Ridurile pe care le repro\u0219ase altcuiva acum \u00eei marcau propriul chip. A z\u00e2mbit amar \u0219i a \u0219optit:
\u2014 Poate c\u0103 \u0219i eu am \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit. Doar c\u0103 prea t\u00e2rziu mi-am dat seama.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, Olga \u0219i fiul ei au plantat un pom \u00een fa\u021ba blocului. \u201ePentru un nou \u00eenceput\u201d, i-a spus b\u0103iatului. Iar v\u00e2ntul de prim\u0103var\u0103 le-a adus miros de speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ilie n-a mai trecut niciodat\u0103 pe acolo, dar \u00een fiecare an, acel pom cre\u0219tea \u2014 la fel ca puterea unei femei care a ales s\u0103 nu se mai uite \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dup\u0103 ce a ie\u0219it de la Cristina, Ilie a mers pe jos, f\u0103r\u0103 \u021bint\u0103. Noaptea se l\u0103sase peste ora\u0219, iar ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 \u00eei intra \u00een hain\u0103, dar el nu sim\u021bea frigul. \u00cen minte \u00eei r\u0103sunau cuvintele ei, ascu\u021bite ca ni\u0219te ace. Pentru prima dat\u0103, i s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 lumea nu mai era de partea lui. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10095,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10094","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10094","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10094"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10096,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10094\/revisions\/10096"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10095"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}