Femeia a ridicat \u00eencet privirea. Ochii ei, de un verde tulbure, erau plini de lacrimi nepl\u00e2nse. Toma i-a desf\u0103cut lan\u021burile f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 rosteasc\u0103 nimic. Feti\u021ba s-a lipit de el, tremur\u00e2nd, iar bebelu\u0219ul sc\u00e2ncea u\u0219or, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura unei piepturi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum te cheam\u0103? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el, cu voce joas\u0103.
\u2014 Maria… \u0219i pe ea o cheam\u0103 Irina, \u2014 a spus femeia, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd copiii la piept.<\/p>\n
V\u00e2ntul sufla tot mai tare. Toma \u0219i-a scos haina \u0219i i-a acoperit pe to\u021bi trei.
\u2014 Haide\u021bi, \u2014 a murmurat. \u2014 Aici nu mai avem ce c\u0103uta.<\/p>\n
Au mers ore \u00eentregi prin z\u0103pad\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se uite \u00eenapoi. Toma sim\u021bea cum frigul \u00eei mu\u0219c\u0103 obrajii, dar \u00een piept \u00eei ardea ceva ce nu mai sim\u021bise de ani buni: o tres\u0103rire de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd au ajuns la cabana lui, femeia a r\u0103mas \u00een prag, ru\u0219inat\u0103 s\u0103 intre.
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 v\u0103 sim\u021bi\u021bi datoare, \u2014 i-a spus el. \u2014 Aici e cald, e loc pentru to\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Maria a privit \u00een jurul micii od\u0103i, unde un portret pr\u0103fuit al unei femei st\u0103tea pe perete.
\u2014 So\u021bia dumneavoastr\u0103? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat ea cu glas stins.
Toma a dat din cap. \u2014 Logodnica mea. A murit… de mult.<\/p>\n
Maria a cobor\u00e2t privirea. \u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u.<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea aceea, copiii au adormit pe o p\u0103tur\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc. Toma st\u0103tea pe scaun, privind fl\u0103c\u0103rile cum danseaz\u0103. Lini\u0219tea casei lui, care alt\u0103dat\u0103 \u00eel ap\u0103sa, acum avea alt sunet \u2014 unul cald, viu.<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut. Maria sp\u0103la, g\u0103tea, \u00eengrijea copiii. Toma repara acoperi\u0219ul, t\u0103ia lemne, aducea ap\u0103 de la izvor. Nu vorbeau mult, dar t\u0103cerile dintre ei deveneau tot mai pline de \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, Maria s-a apropiat de el cu o can\u0103 de ceai.
\u2014 Domnule Toma… de ce ne-a\u021bi cump\u0103rat?
El a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani.
\u2014 Nu v-am cump\u0103rat, femeie… v-am eliberat.<\/p>\n
Ea a r\u0103mas t\u0103cut\u0103, privind fl\u0103c\u0103rile. Apoi, cu o voce abia auzit\u0103, a spus:
\u2014 Poate c\u0103 \u0219i eu am venit s\u0103 v\u0103 eliberez pe dumneavoastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Toma a sim\u021bit cum i se str\u00e2nge inima. A vrut s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103, dar Maria a pus degetul pe buzele lui.
\u2014 Nu acum. E destul c\u0103 nu mai suntem singuri.<\/p>\n
Prim\u0103vara a venit devreme \u00een acel an. Z\u0103pada s-a topit, iar p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i-a ar\u0103tat din nou culoarea. \u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, Toma a ie\u0219it din cas\u0103 \u0219i a v\u0103zut-o pe Maria \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, s\u0103dind flori. Irina dormea \u00eentr-un leag\u0103n improvizat, iar feti\u021ba, Ana, alerga prin curte r\u00e2z\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani, Toma a sim\u021bit c\u0103 via\u021ba i-a dat o a doua \u0219ans\u0103.
A ridicat ochii spre cer \u0219i a \u0219optit:
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, Sara. Poate c\u0103 a\u0219a trebuia s\u0103 fie.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, \u00een timp ce soarele r\u0103s\u0103rea peste mun\u021bi, casa care fusese c\u00e2ndva un loc al durerii devenise un ad\u0103post al speran\u021bei.
Nu pentru c\u0103 cineva cump\u0103rase pe cineva, ci pentru c\u0103, uneori, Dumnezeu alege cele mai str\u00e2mbe drumuri ca s\u0103 aduc\u0103 oamenii potrivi\u021bi la aceea\u0219i mas\u0103, sub acela\u0219i acoperi\u0219.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Femeia a ridicat \u00eencet privirea. Ochii ei, de un verde tulbure, erau plini de lacrimi nepl\u00e2nse. Toma i-a desf\u0103cut lan\u021burile f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 rosteasc\u0103 nimic. Feti\u021ba s-a lipit de el, tremur\u00e2nd, iar bebelu\u0219ul sc\u00e2ncea u\u0219or, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura unei piepturi. \u2014 Cum te cheam\u0103? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el, cu voce joas\u0103.\u2014 Maria… \u0219i pe ea o cheam\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10508,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10507","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\/10507","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=10507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10509,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10507\/revisions\/10509"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}