Coliba sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia la fiecare adiere de v\u00e2nt, iar ploaia se strecura printre buc\u0103\u021bile de tabl\u0103 ruginite. Noaptea, frigul le intra \u00een oase, dar niciunul nu se pl\u00e2ngea. Nu mai aveau cui.<\/p>\n
Ion se trezea \u00eenainte de zori, c\u00e2nd dealul era \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00eentr-o cea\u021b\u0103 groas\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i lega cureaua peste c\u0103ma\u0219a uzat\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i lua t\u00e2rn\u0103copul \u0219i \u00eencepea iar. Piatr\u0103 dup\u0103 piatr\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 pauz\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 pentru propriul trup.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, t\u00e2rn\u0103copul a lovit ceva diferit. Nu piatr\u0103 seac\u0103. Un sunet surd. A s\u0103pat cu m\u00e2inile goale, iar sub stratul de bolovani a ap\u0103rut p\u0103m\u00e2nt negru, gras.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Marie!
a strigat el, cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n
Femeia a venit alerg\u00e2nd. A \u00eengenuncheat l\u00e2ng\u0103 el \u0219i a atins p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu degetele.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E bun\u2026
a \u0219optit ea.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ziua aceea, Ion n-a mai sim\u021bit oboseala. A lucrat p\u00e2n\u0103 noaptea t\u00e2rziu. A doua zi a mai g\u0103sit un petic. Apoi \u00eenc\u0103 unul. Dealul nu era mort. Fusese doar \u00eengropat sub nep\u0103sare.<\/p>\n
Au \u00eenceput s\u0103 cure\u021be sistematic. Pietrele mari le-au pus una peste alta, ridic\u00e2nd un zid. Din altele au f\u0103cut temelie. Cu fiecare s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, locul se schimba.<\/p>\n
Maria a adus semin\u021be de la o vecin\u0103. Ceap\u0103. Cartofi. Porumb. Au s\u0103dit cu team\u0103, dar \u0219i cu speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Prima ploaie bun\u0103 a venit \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103. Au stat sub strea\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i au privit cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eenghite apa. Dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni mai t\u00e2rziu, au ap\u0103rut primele fire verzi.<\/p>\n
Maria a pl\u00e2ns. De data asta, de bucurie.<\/p>\n
Vestea s-a dus repede prin sate. Oamenii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 urce dealul, mira\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cine-ar fi crezut\u2026
\u2014 Din pietrele astea?<\/p>\n
Ion nu spunea nimic. Muncea.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-un an, aveau gr\u0103din\u0103. \u00cen doi, aveau animale. O capr\u0103, apoi dou\u0103. Au v\u00e2ndut lapte. Au pus bani deoparte. Nu mul\u021bi, dar cinsti\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o toamn\u0103, boierul Gheorghe a trecut pe acolo, curios. A v\u0103zut casa mic\u0103, zidul de piatr\u0103, gr\u0103dina plin\u0103.<\/p>\n
A cobor\u00e2t din ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i s-a uitat lung.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Se pare c\u0103 ai f\u0103cut ceva din nimic, Ioane.<\/p>\n
Ion s-a uitat la el drept \u00een ochi. Pentru prima dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-a fost nimic, boierule. A fost munc\u0103.<\/p>\n
N-a mai spus nimic. Nici nu trebuia.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd boierul a plecat, Maria l-a prins de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai v\u0103zut?
\u2014 Am v\u0103zut, a zis Ion.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, au stat pe prisp\u0103 \u0219i au privit apusul peste dealul care nu mai era sterp.<\/p>\n
Ion \u0219tia un lucru sigur: nu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eel f\u0103cuse bogat, ci demnitatea. Iar asta nu i-o mai putea lua nimeni.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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