Apoi, \u00eencet, s-a ridicat. Cu hainele sf\u00e2\u0219iate \u0219i trupul plin de v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103i, Carolina s-a sprijinit de f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a privit \u00een zare. Soarele apunea peste dealuri, iar aerul mirosea a fum stins \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt ars.<\/p>\n
\u00cen sufletul ei nu mai era team\u0103. Doar un gol imens \u0219i o dorin\u021b\u0103 aprins\u0103 \u2014 s\u0103-i g\u0103seasc\u0103 pe cei care i-au distrus via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
A \u00eengropat trupul lui Radu \u00een spatele casei, l\u00e2ng\u0103 cire\u0219ul sub care obi\u0219nuiau s\u0103 bea cafeaua diminea\u021ba. A a\u0219ezat peste morm\u00e2nt o piatr\u0103 mare \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt, \u0219i-a promis c\u0103 nu va muri p\u00e2n\u0103 nu-i va vedea pe to\u021bi \u00eengenunchea\u021bi.<\/p>\n
A plecat pe jos, descul\u021b\u0103, doar cu un cu\u021bit ruginit \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. Drumul spre sat era lung \u0219i pustiu. Oamenii o priveau speria\u021bi \u2014 nimeni nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s-o \u00eentrebe ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat. Dar to\u021bi \u0219tiau. \u00cen satul lor mic, zvonurile se \u00eentindeau mai repede ca focul.<\/p>\n
Ajuns\u0103 la casa unui b\u0103tr\u00e2n, nea Ion, fost soldat, Carolina a b\u0103tut \u00een u\u0219\u0103. C\u00e2nd el a deschis \u0219i a v\u0103zut-o, a tres\u0103rit. \u201eFata mea\u2026 tu e\u0219ti vie?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea a dat din cap, cu privirea pierdut\u0103. \u201eAm nevoie de o arm\u0103, bade. \u0218i de un cal.\u201d<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nul a t\u0103cut. A \u0219tiut c\u0103 nimic n-ar fi oprit-o. A doua zi, Carolina pleca din sat, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een haine b\u0103rb\u0103te\u0219ti \u0219i cu o pu\u0219c\u0103 pe um\u0103r.<\/p>\n
S-a ascuns prin p\u0103duri, a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 trag\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 v\u00e2neze. \u00cen fiecare noapte visa chipurile celor care-i f\u0103cuser\u0103 r\u0103ul. Le repeta numele \u00een minte, ca o rug\u0103ciune blestemat\u0103: Orbu, \u0218acalul, \u0219i ceilal\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Au trecut luni. Unii o credeau moart\u0103, al\u021bii ziceau c\u0103 s-a smintit. Dar \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, la hanul din marginea drumului, \u0218acalul a ap\u0103rut beat, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd cu ni\u0219te str\u0103ini. C\u00e2nd a ie\u0219it afar\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i aprind\u0103 o \u021bigar\u0103, o siluet\u0103 s-a desprins din umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u021ai-ai amintit de mine?\u201d, a \u0219optit Carolina, cu voce rece.<\/p>\n
El a \u00eentors capul, dar n-a mai apucat s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic. Dou\u0103 focuri de arm\u0103 au spart lini\u0219tea nop\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, oamenii au g\u0103sit trupul lui \u00eentins \u00een praf, cu un glon\u021b \u00een inim\u0103 \u0219i altul \u00een frunte. L\u00e2ng\u0103 el, o bucat\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie scris\u0103 tremurat: Pentru Maria.<\/em><\/p>\n A\u0219a a \u00eenceput v\u00e2n\u0103toarea.<\/p>\n Carolina nu mai era femeia bl\u00e2nd\u0103 de alt\u0103dat\u0103. Era o umbr\u0103 care b\u00e2ntuia nop\u021bile, urm\u0103rindu-i unul c\u00e2te unul. \u00cei g\u0103sea, le vorbea calm, apoi \u00eei f\u0103cea s\u0103 simt\u0103 toat\u0103 groaza pe care o tr\u0103ise ea.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd ultimul a c\u0103zut, s-a dus \u00eenapoi la morm\u00e2ntul so\u021bului ei. A \u00eengenuncheat, \u0219i-a l\u0103sat arma jos \u0219i a pl\u00e2ns pentru prima oar\u0103 dup\u0103 multe luni.<\/p>\n \u201eS-a terminat, Radu\u201d, a \u0219optit. \u201eAcum pot s\u0103 m\u0103 odihnesc \u0219i eu.\u201d<\/p>\n S-a ridicat, a privit cerul \u0219i, pentru prima dat\u0103 de la acea noapte blestemat\u0103, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 poate respira. Nu mai era doar o femeie care fusese victima sor\u021bii. Era dovada vie c\u0103 durerea poate na\u0219te o putere pe care nimeni n-o poate opri.<\/p>\n \u0218i \u00een acel moment, v\u00e2ntul a adiat printre frunzele cire\u0219ului, ca un semn c\u0103 sufletul lui Radu o iertase.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Apoi, \u00eencet, s-a ridicat. Cu hainele sf\u00e2\u0219iate \u0219i trupul plin de v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103i, Carolina s-a sprijinit de f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a privit \u00een zare. Soarele apunea peste dealuri, iar aerul mirosea a fum stins \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt ars. \u00cen sufletul ei nu mai era team\u0103. Doar un gol imens \u0219i o dorin\u021b\u0103 aprins\u0103 \u2014 s\u0103-i g\u0103seasc\u0103 pe cei […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10235,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10234","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\/10234","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=10234"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10234\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10236,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10234\/revisions\/10236"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10234"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10234"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10234"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}