Ion l\u0103s\u0103 furculi\u021ba jos \u0219i t\u0103cerea se a\u0219ternu din nou \u00eentre ei. Fl\u0103c\u0103rile dansau \u00een sob\u0103, lumin\u00e2ndu-i chipul obosit, plin de umbre.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Caut lini\u0219te, spuse \u00een cele din urm\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s-o priveasc\u0103. Am v\u0103zut prea multe\u2026 \u0219i nu toate frumoase.<\/p>\n
Sofia nu insist\u0103. \u00cen vocea lui era un fel de durere pe care doar oamenii r\u0103ni\u021bi o recunosc. \u00cei turn\u0103 un pahar cu ap\u0103 \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba lui. O vreme, am\u00e2ndoi privir\u0103 focul \u00een t\u0103cere, ca doi str\u0103ini care \u0219tiau c\u0103 \u00eempart acela\u0219i dor.<\/p>\n
Noaptea se l\u0103s\u0103 peste caban\u0103. V\u00e2ntul \u015fuiera printre grinzi, dar pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een mult timp, Sofiei nu-i mai era fric\u0103. Sim\u021bea o prezen\u021b\u0103 care, de\u0219i necunoscut\u0103, o f\u0103cea s\u0103 se simt\u0103 \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ion adormi l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc, iar ea r\u0103mase s\u0103-l priveasc\u0103. Avea tr\u0103s\u0103turi aspre, de om obi\u0219nuit cu greul, dar \u00een lini\u0219tea aceea ad\u00e2nc\u0103, p\u0103rea doar un b\u0103iat r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een c\u0103utarea unui loc unde s\u0103-\u0219i lase sufletul.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, z\u0103pada se oprise. Sofia se trezi \u00eenaintea lui \u0219i preg\u0103ti micul dejun. C\u00e2nd el se ridic\u0103, ochii li se \u00eent\u00e2lnir\u0103 din nou, iar un z\u00e2mbet timid \u00eei \u00eenflori pe buze.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc pentru tot, spuse Ion, lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i haina. Trebuie s\u0103 plec.
\u2014 Po\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2ne, replic\u0103 ea brusc, surprins\u0103 de propria voce.
\u2014 Nu vreau s\u0103-\u021bi aduc necazuri.<\/p>\n
El f\u0103cu un pas spre u\u0219\u0103, dar se opri.
\u2014 Totu\u0219i\u2026 dac\u0103 ai nevoie vreodat\u0103 de ajutor, o s\u0103 fiu pe drumul vechi, l\u00e2ng\u0103 p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 ce plec\u0103, cabana p\u0103ru mai goal\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103. Sofia privi prin fereastra aburit\u0103, iar ceva \u00een pieptul ei se str\u00e2nse. T\u0103cerea de alt\u0103dat\u0103 nu-i mai aducea pace, ci doar dor.<\/p>\n
Trecuser\u0103 dou\u0103 zile c\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103zu din nou. De data asta, venea c\u0103lare, urmat de doi b\u0103rba\u021bi necunoscu\u021bi. Se oprir\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii \u0219i b\u0103tur\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doamn\u0103, \u00eel cunoa\u0219te\u021bi pe omul \u0103sta? \u00eentreb\u0103 unul dintre ei, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre Ion.
Sofia ezit\u0103, dar \u00een privirea lui Ion se citea o rug\u0103minte mut\u0103.
\u2014 Da. E cumnatul meu. Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?<\/p>\n
\u2014 A fost v\u0103zut \u00een ora\u0219 dup\u0103 un jaf. Caut\u0103 poli\u021bia un ho\u021b, spuse cel\u0103lalt, privindu-l b\u0103nuitor.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A\u021bi gre\u0219it omul, replic\u0103 ea calm. E bolnav, a stat aici toat\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rba\u021bii se privir\u0103 \u00eentre ei, ne\u00eencrez\u0103tori, dar \u00een cele din urm\u0103 plecar\u0103. Ion o privi \u00een t\u0103cere, ochii lui alba\u0219tri arz\u00e2nd ca jarul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce-ai f\u0103cut asta pentru mine?
\u2014 Poate pentru c\u0103 nimeni n-a mai f\u0103cut nimic pentru mine de mult, spuse ea.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, nu mai era nevoie de cuvinte. St\u0103teau am\u00e2ndoi l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc, iar t\u0103cerea dintre ei nu mai era ap\u0103s\u0103toare, ci plin\u0103 de \u00een\u021belesuri.<\/p>\n
Zilele treceau \u0219i Ion r\u0103mase acolo. Repara gardul, t\u0103ia lemne, aducea ap\u0103 de la izvor. Sofia \u00eel privea cum se mi\u0219ca prin curte, cum glumea cu c\u00e2inele \u0219i cum, \u00eencet-\u00eencet, via\u021ba \u00eencepea s\u0103 semene din nou a via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eentr-o noapte, zgomotul unor potcoave o trezi. Ion nu era \u00een pat. Ie\u0219i \u00een fug\u0103 \u0219i-l v\u0103zu urc\u00e2nd pe cal.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde pleci?
\u2014 Trebuie s\u0103 termin ce-am \u00eenceput. Altfel, o s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 ei.<\/p>\n
Sofia se apropie, lacrimile i se prelingeau pe obraji.
\u2014 Dac\u0103 pleci acum, s-ar putea s\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci.
\u2014 \u0218tiu. Dar m\u0103car o s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 n-am fost la\u0219.<\/p>\n
El o privi pentru ultima dat\u0103, apoi disp\u0103ru \u00een noapte.<\/p>\n
Trei zile mai t\u00e2rziu, un b\u0103rbat b\u0103tu la u\u0219a Sofiei. \u021ainea o scrisoare mototolit\u0103 \u0219i o pung\u0103 mic\u0103 cu bani.
\u201ePentru dumneata, de la Ion Radu. S\u0103-\u021bi cumperi lemne \u0219i o iap\u0103 nou\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sofia deschise scrisoarea. \u00cen\u0103untru, doar c\u00e2teva r\u00e2nduri scrise tremurat:<\/p>\n
\u201eMi-ai salvat via\u021ba, dar mai ales sufletul. Dac\u0103 o fi s\u0103 nu ne mai vedem, s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 aici, \u00een cabana ta, am sim\u021bit pentru prima dat\u0103 c\u0103 apar\u021bin undeva.\u201d<\/p>\n
Femeia \u00eenchise ochii \u0219i str\u00e2nse h\u00e2rtia la piept.
Afar\u0103, viscolul re\u00eencepuse, dar \u00een sob\u0103 ardea un foc care nu avea s\u0103 se mai sting\u0103 niciodat\u0103 \u2014 cel din inima ei.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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