Femeia a ridicat capul, \u0219i-a \u0219ters lacrimile cu dosul palmei \u0219i s-a \u00eentors spre noi to\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ierta\u021bi-m\u0103, a spus ea, cu voce tremurat\u0103. \u0218tiu c\u0103 apari\u021bia mea este un \u0219oc. Dar v\u0103 rog s\u0103 m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u021bi s\u0103 spun adev\u0103rul. Am dreptul.<\/p>\n
M-am sim\u021bit de parc\u0103 cineva mi-ar fi tras covorul de sub picioare. Copiii mei st\u0103teau nemi\u0219ca\u021bi. Nepo\u021bii se \u021bineau str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2inile p\u0103rin\u021bilor. Toat\u0103 lumea a\u0219tepta.<\/p>\n
\u2014 M\u0103 cheam\u0103 Elena, a continuat ea. \u0218i\u2026 el trebuia s\u0103 fie so\u021bul meu.<\/p>\n
Un murmur a trecut din nou prin \u00eenc\u0103pere. Am sim\u021bit cum s\u00e2ngele \u00eemi urc\u0103 \u00een cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum adic\u0103? am \u00eentrebat eu, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 voce.<\/p>\n
Elena a tras ad\u00e2nc aer \u00een piept.<\/p>\n
\u2014 L-am cunoscut acum patru ani. Ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, la o m\u0103n\u0103stire din nordul Moldovei. Am vorbit mult. Despre via\u021b\u0103, despre singur\u0103tate, despre fric\u0103. Mi-a spus c\u0103 este v\u0103duv.<\/p>\n
Cuv\u00e2ntul acela m-a lovit ca un pumn.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A spus c\u0103 \u0219i-a pierdut so\u021bia demult, c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te singur \u0219i c\u0103 nu vrea s\u0103 mai fie o povar\u0103 pentru nimeni, a continuat ea. Eu eram divor\u021bat\u0103. \u0218i am crezut.<\/p>\n
Mi-am str\u00e2ns pumnii. \u00cemi aminteam acele deplas\u0103ri \u201ede serviciu\u201d. Acele weekenduri \u00een care spunea c\u0103 vrea lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ne-am logodit anul trecut, a spus Elena. Nunta trebuia s\u0103 fie luna viitoare. Simpl\u0103. Doar cu c\u00e2\u021biva oameni. Rochia\u2026 e cea pe care urma s\u0103 o port atunci.<\/p>\n
A f\u0103cut un gest vag spre ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ieri am aflat c\u0103 a murit. \u0218i c\u0103 nu era v\u0103duv. C\u0103 avea o familie. O so\u021bie. Copii. Nepo\u021bi.<\/p>\n
S-a uitat la mine. Nu cu ur\u0103. Cu ru\u0219ine.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am venit s\u0103-mi iau r\u0103mas-bun. \u0218i s\u0103 cer iertare. Nu am \u0219tiut. Jur.<\/p>\n
\u00cen camer\u0103 era lini\u0219te deplin\u0103. Nici copiii nu mai pl\u00e2ngeau.<\/p>\n
M-am apropiat de sicriu. M-am uitat la fa\u021ba b\u0103rbatului cu care tr\u0103isem peste treizeci de ani. L-am iubit. L-am respectat. \u0218i, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, nu-l mai cuno\u0219team.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce rochia? am \u00eentrebat, mai mult pentru mine.<\/p>\n
Elena a oftat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103 pentru mine, el nu a murit doar ca om. A murit \u0219i viitorul meu. Via\u021ba pe care credeam c\u0103 o voi avea.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis ochii pentru o clip\u0103. Am sim\u021bit furie. Triste\u021be. Dar \u0219i o oboseal\u0103 profund\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A\u021bi venit s\u0103 distruge\u021bi aceast\u0103 zi? a \u00eentrebat cineva din spate.<\/p>\n
Elena a cl\u0103tinat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu. Am venit s\u0103-l las s\u0103 plece. \u0218i s\u0103 plec \u0219i eu.<\/p>\n
S-a aplecat, a pus buchetul l\u00e2ng\u0103 sicriu \u0219i a f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u pentru durerea voastr\u0103. \u0218i pentru a mea.<\/p>\n
S-a \u00eentors \u0219i a ie\u0219it, la fel de brusc cum intrase.<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu a mai spus nimic. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, slujba a continuat.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele care au urmat, m-am g\u00e2ndit mult. La c\u00e2t de pu\u021bin \u0219tim uneori despre oamenii de l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi. La c\u00e2te vie\u021bi pot \u00eenc\u0103pea \u00eentr-una singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu l-am ur\u00e2t. Dar nici nu l-am mai idealizat.<\/p>\n
L-am \u00eengropat cu adev\u0103rul lui. Cu gre\u0219elile lui. \u0218i cu iubirea pe care, \u00een felul lui, a sim\u021bit-o.<\/p>\n
Iar eu am r\u0103mas cu o lec\u021bie dureroas\u0103, dar clar\u0103:
uneori, adev\u0103rul iese la iveal\u0103 tocmai c\u00e2nd crezi c\u0103 totul s-a \u00eencheiat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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