Femeia s-a apropiat \u00eencet, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd c\u0103ruciorul pe drumul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Se vedea c\u0103 ezit\u0103, c\u0103 nu \u0219tie dac\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 tot sau s\u0103-l cru\u021be. Grigore sim\u021bea cum i se \u00eennoad\u0103 respira\u021bia, ca \u0219i cum lumea \u00eentreag\u0103 at\u00e2rna de r\u0103spunsul ei.<\/p>\n
\u201eNastasia\u2026 nu mai locuie\u0219te aici\u201d, a rostit femeia \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103, ferindu-\u0219i privirea. \u201eA plecat dup\u0103 ce a n\u0103scut.\u201d<\/p>\n
Un pumn \u00een stomac ar fi durut mai pu\u021bin. Grigore a sim\u021bit c\u0103 se clatin\u0103, dar femeia i-a \u00eentins bra\u021bul, sprijinindu-l.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218i copilul? Unde e copilul?\u201d a \u00eentrebat el cu voce tremurat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Femeia a ridicat discret col\u021bul p\u0103turicii din c\u0103rucior. Un b\u0103ie\u021bel cu ochi mari, alba\u0219tri ca ai lui, dormea lini\u0219tit, cu pumnii str\u00e2n\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u201eEa mi l-a l\u0103sat\u2026 s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de el p\u00e2n\u0103 se pune pe picioare\u201d, a spus femeia. \u201eA zis c\u0103 o s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103\u2026 dar au trecut trei luni.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile lui Grigore au c\u0103zut direct pe marginea c\u0103ruciorului. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 de dor, de vin\u0103 sau de u\u0219urarea c\u0103 m\u0103car copilul era \u00een via\u021b\u0103, acolo, la c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i de el.<\/p>\n
\u201ePot\u2026 pot s\u0103-l iau \u00een bra\u021be?\u201d a \u00eentrebat cu glas stins.<\/p>\n
Femeia a dat din cap. Grigore a ridicat b\u0103ie\u021belul u\u0219or, ca pe o tain\u0103, ca pe un lucru pe care nu avea voie s\u0103-l scape. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een multe luni, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 se poate ridica din genunchii durerii.<\/p>\n
\u201eCum \u00eel cheam\u0103?\u201d a \u00eentrebat el, lipindu-\u0219i fiul de piept.<\/p>\n
\u201eI-a pus numele Ilie\u201d, a spus femeia. \u201eA zis c\u0103 e numele bunicului lui.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inima lui Grigore s-a str\u00e2ns. Tat\u0103l lui, plecat prea devreme, r\u0103m\u0103sese totu\u0219i \u00een lume prin acest copil. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 sau s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eUnde a plecat Nastasia?\u201d a \u00eentrebat, de data asta cu o brum\u0103 de putere \u00een voce.<\/p>\n
Femeia a oftat. \u201eLa ora\u0219. La Cluj. A zis c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 de lucru. Era speriat\u0103, singur\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 sprijin. A crezut c\u0103 tu nu te vei mai \u00eentoarce\u2026 c\u0103 ai uitat-o.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele \u00eei sf\u00e2\u0219iau sufletul. \u0218tia c\u0103 gre\u0219ise. L\u0103sase \u00een urm\u0103 o iubire \u0219i o via\u021b\u0103, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 timpul rezolv\u0103 tot. Dar timpul nu repar\u0103 nimic dac\u0103 tu nu faci nimic.<\/p>\n
\u201eO s\u0103 merg dup\u0103 ea\u201d, a spus, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd copilul \u0219i mai tare.<\/p>\n
Femeia a z\u00e2mbit slab. \u201eA\u0219a trebuie, Grigore. Dar ia-l pe Ilie. E al t\u0103u.\u201d<\/p>\n
A r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva clipe \u00een t\u0103cere, cu v\u00e2ntul aduc\u00e2nd miros de f\u00e2n uscat \u0219i p\u0103s\u0103ri cobor\u00e2nd spre r\u00e2u. \u00cen lini\u0219tea aceea, Grigore a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu mai e b\u0103iatul care plecase la armat\u0103. Era tat\u0103.<\/p>\n
S-a \u00eentors spre casa p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 a copil\u0103riei. U\u0219a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia, dar el a intrat hot\u0103r\u00e2t. A scuturat praful, a deschis ferestrele, a adus ap\u0103, a \u00eenc\u0103lzit lapte pentru copil. Fiecare gest \u00eel vindeca pu\u021bin, ca \u0219i cum \u0219i el, \u0219i casa rena\u0219teau din aceea\u0219i durere.<\/p>\n
Au trecut dou\u0103 zile. \u0218i \u00een a treia zi, cu Ilie legat la piept \u00een hamul cusut de mama lui cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, Grigore a pornit spre gar\u0103. \u0218tia c\u0103 \u00eel a\u0219teapt\u0103 un drum greu, dar \u0219i mai bine \u0219tia c\u0103 via\u021ba nu te \u00eentreab\u0103 dac\u0103 e\u0219ti preg\u0103tit.<\/p>\n
Trenul spre Cluj a venit cu huruitul lui obi\u0219nuit. Grigore a urcat, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i copilul aproape. Uit\u00e2ndu-se pe geam la satul care se mic\u0219ora \u00een zare, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 nu fuge de trecut, ci alearg\u0103 spre un viitor.<\/p>\n
\u00cen Cluj, zgomotul ora\u0219ului l-a lovit ca o avalan\u0219\u0103. Dar nu s-a oprit. \u00centreba oamenii, intra \u00een magazine, \u00een pie\u021be, la brut\u0103ria unde \u0219tia c\u0103 Nastasia visase s\u0103 lucreze. Niciun r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, \u00eentr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103, o femeie a ie\u0219it dintr-un bloc vechi \u0219i a r\u0103mas \u00eempietrit\u0103, cu punga de p\u00e2ine \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
Era ea.<\/p>\n
Ochii li s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit, \u0219i timp de c\u00e2teva secunde lumea a t\u0103cut. Nastasia \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103 c\u00e2nd l-a v\u0103zut pe Ilie.<\/p>\n
\u201eGrigore\u2026 tu\u2026 ai venit?\u201d<\/p>\n
El a f\u0103cut c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i spre ea, sim\u021bind cum i se rupe \u00eenveli\u0219ul de vin\u0103 \u0219i team\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm venit s\u0103-mi iau familia acas\u0103\u201d, a spus.<\/p>\n
Nastasia a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns, iar Ilie a \u00eentins m\u00e2na spre ea, de parc\u0103 recuno\u0219tea ceva vechi \u0219i drag.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, \u00een mijlocul ora\u0219ului agitat, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a\u021bi to\u021bi trei, Grigore a sim\u021bit pentru prima dat\u0103 c\u0103 via\u021ba \u00eei mai d\u0103dea o \u0219ans\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i c\u0103, de data asta, nu avea s\u0103 o mai piard\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Femeia s-a apropiat \u00eencet, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd c\u0103ruciorul pe drumul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Se vedea c\u0103 ezit\u0103, c\u0103 nu \u0219tie dac\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 tot sau s\u0103-l cru\u021be. Grigore sim\u021bea cum i se \u00eennoad\u0103 respira\u021bia, ca \u0219i cum lumea \u00eentreag\u0103 at\u00e2rna de r\u0103spunsul ei. \u201eNastasia\u2026 nu mai locuie\u0219te aici\u201d, a rostit femeia \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103, ferindu-\u0219i privirea. \u201eA plecat dup\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14193,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14192","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\/14192","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=14192"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14194,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14192\/revisions\/14194"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}