Era o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 elegant, cu o bro\u0219\u0103 de aur prins\u0103 la guler. \u00ce\u0219i duse m\u00e2na la inim\u0103 \u0219i, cu o voce tremurat\u0103, spuse:
\u201eA\u0219a ceva\u2026 n-am mai auzit niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen sal\u0103 se f\u0103cu o lini\u0219te grea, dar cald\u0103. Oamenii p\u0103reau ru\u0219ina\u021bi de t\u0103cerea lor de dinainte, de privirile reci \u0219i r\u00e2setele stinse. Pianul \u00eenc\u0103 vibra u\u0219or, ca \u0219i cum \u0219i el sim\u021bise durerea fetei.<\/p>\n
Domnul Carter se apropie de Amalia, \u00eencet, cu o privire bl\u00e2nd\u0103.
\u201eCum te cheam\u0103, feti\u021bo?\u201d
\u201eAmalia\u2026\u201d \u0219opti ea.
\u201e\u0218i cine te-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 c\u00e2n\u021bi a\u0219a?\u201d
\u201eMama. Ea \u00eemi c\u00e2nta c\u00e2nd eram mic\u0103. Eu o ascultam \u0219i\u2026 apoi am \u00eenceput s\u0103 c\u00e2nt \u0219i eu, doar din amintire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Un murmur trecu prin sal\u0103. Unii \u00ee\u0219i \u0219tergeau ochii. Un b\u0103rbat \u00een costum scump \u00ee\u0219i scoase portofelul, dar domnul Carter ridic\u0103 m\u00e2na.
\u201eNu bani. Nu acum. S\u0103-i oferim ceva mai bun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Se \u00eentoarse spre Amalia.
\u201e\u021ai-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 mergi la o \u0219coal\u0103 de muzic\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amalia \u00eel privi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103. Ochii i se umpluser\u0103 de lacrimi.
\u201eEu\u2026 eu n-am unde s\u0103 stau\u2026\u201d
\u201eDe azi, o s\u0103 ai.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele lui c\u0103zur\u0103 peste sal\u0103 ca o promisiune. Cineva aplaud\u0103. Apoi altcineva. \u0218i, \u00een c\u00e2teva clipe, to\u021bi se ridicar\u0103 \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n
Aplauzele r\u0103sunau printre candelabre, vibr\u00e2nd \u00een marmur\u0103. Iar Amalia, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, sim\u021bea c\u0103 apar\u021bine undeva.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 ce aplauzele se stinser\u0103, domnul Carter o conduse spre bufet. I se aduse o farfurie plin\u0103 \u2014 nu una, ci trei. Amalia m\u00e2nc\u0103 \u00eencet, aproape tem\u0103toare, de parc\u0103 i-ar fi fost fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu se termine visul.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd termin\u0103, domnul Carter \u00eei spuse:
\u201eM\u00e2ine mergem \u00eempreun\u0103 la conservatorul din Bucure\u0219ti. O s\u0103 te asculte acolo. Eu o s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amalia nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 spun\u0103. Lacrimile \u00eei curgeau pe obraji, dar z\u00e2mbea.
\u201eMul\u021bumesc\u2026 domnule.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 un an de frig \u0219i foame, dormi \u00eentr-un pat adev\u0103rat, cu o p\u0103tur\u0103 moale \u0219i o pern\u0103 mirosind a curat. \u021ainea l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea fotografia mamei \u0219i creionul mic, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cuse mereu.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, \u00een vis, auzea pianul. Doar c\u0103 de data asta, nu mai era singur\u0103. Mama \u00eei z\u00e2mbea. Sala str\u0103lucea. Iar fiecare not\u0103 era o promisiune c\u0103 via\u021ba poate \u00eencepe din nou, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd totul pare pierdut.<\/p>\n
Peste ani, numele Amaliei Grin avea s\u0103 apar\u0103 pe afi\u0219e mari, \u00een s\u0103li pline. Dar pentru ea, cea mai mare victorie r\u0103m\u00e2nea aceea dintr-o sear\u0103 de iarn\u0103, c\u00e2nd o farfurie cu m\u00e2ncare i-a adus \u00eenapoi demnitatea, speran\u021ba \u0219i muzica.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Era o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 elegant, cu o bro\u0219\u0103 de aur prins\u0103 la guler. \u00ce\u0219i duse m\u00e2na la inim\u0103 \u0219i, cu o voce tremurat\u0103, spuse:\u201eA\u0219a ceva\u2026 n-am mai auzit niciodat\u0103.\u201d \u00cen sal\u0103 se f\u0103cu o lini\u0219te grea, dar cald\u0103. Oamenii p\u0103reau ru\u0219ina\u021bi de t\u0103cerea lor de dinainte, de privirile reci \u0219i r\u00e2setele stinse. Pianul […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11089,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11088","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\/11088","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=11088"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11090,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11088\/revisions\/11090"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}