V\u00e2ntul g\u0103sea mereu o cale.<\/p>\n
Se strecura prin cr\u0103p\u0103turi, ridica cenu\u0219a din sob\u0103, f\u0103cea flac\u0103ra s\u0103 tremure \u0219i s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 apuce s\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 bine odaia. Maria punea c\u00e2rpe, b\u0103tea lut, astupa g\u0103uri, dar diminea\u021ba se trezea cu ghea\u021b\u0103 sub pat \u0219i cu ap\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 \u00een ulcior.<\/p>\n
\u00cen a treia iarn\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 Gheorghe, Ilie a f\u0103cut febr\u0103 mare.<\/p>\n
Nu era de la boal\u0103 grea. Era de la frig. Doctor nu aveau aproape, iar leacurile din cas\u0103 nu \u021bineau de cald. Maria l-a \u021binut \u00een bra\u021be toat\u0103 noaptea, sim\u021bind cum \u00eei arde fruntea \u0219i cum \u00eei sunt picioarele reci ca piatra. Atunci a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu mai e vorba de confort. Era vorba de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Prim\u0103vara urm\u0103toare, \u00een loc s\u0103 repare iar b\u00e2rnele, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 adune piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n
La \u00eenceput, lumea a r\u00e2s.<\/p>\n
\u201eCe faci, Marie, \u00ee\u021bi faci beci deasupra p\u0103m\u00e2ntului?\u201d a strigat un vecin, rezemat \u00een gard.<\/p>\n
\u201ePiatra \u021bine frigul, nu c\u0103ldura,\u201d i-a spus altul, sigur pe el.<\/p>\n
Maria nu s-a certat cu nimeni. A c\u0103rat piatr\u0103 cu roaba, a spart bolovani, \u0219i-a julit palmele p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge. Ilie o ajuta cum putea, iar Ana str\u00e2ngea lut \u00eentr-o g\u0103leat\u0103 mic\u0103, m\u00e2ndr\u0103 c\u0103 \u0219i ea \u201emunce\u0219te la cas\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n
Toat\u0103 vara au lucrat.<\/p>\n
Au ridicat pere\u021bi gro\u0219i, c\u00e2t bra\u021bul de la um\u0103r p\u00e2n\u0103 la palm\u0103. Au s\u0103pat pu\u021bin \u00een coast\u0103, ca s\u0103 intre casa \u00een deal, ferit\u0103 de v\u00e2nt. Au pus grinzi scurte \u0219i acoperi\u0219 greu, din p\u0103m\u00e2nt b\u0103tut \u0219i iarb\u0103. Ferestrele le-au f\u0103cut mici, doar c\u00e2t s\u0103 intre lumina.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-au mutat, toamna deja mu\u0219ca din frunze.<\/p>\n
Vecinii au dat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u201eO s\u0103 vezi tu la iarn\u0103,\u201d i-au spus.<\/p>\n
Iarna n-a \u00eent\u00e2rziat.<\/p>\n
La \u00eenceput de decembrie, a venit primul viscol serios. Z\u0103pada a acoperit poteca. V\u00e2ntul a urlat trei zile \u0219i trei nop\u021bi, lovind casele din b\u00e2rne ca un berbec furios. Co\u0219uri s-au cr\u0103pat. U\u0219i au trosnit. Un \u0219opron s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it.<\/p>\n
La Maria, v\u00e2ntul a lovit \u0219i s-a izbit de piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0103untru, soba ardea lini\u0219tit. Pere\u021bii p\u0103strau c\u0103ldura. Nu era cald ca vara, dar era bine. Suficient c\u00e2t s\u0103 stea f\u0103r\u0103 paltoane pe ei. Suficient c\u00e2t s\u0103 doarm\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 tremure.<\/p>\n
\u00cen a doua noapte, s-a auzit b\u0103taie \u00een u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
Maria a deschis cu grij\u0103. \u00cen prag erau vecinii care r\u00e2seser\u0103 cel mai tare. Obraji ro\u0219ii de frig. O femeie cu un copil \u00een bra\u021be, \u00eenvelit \u00eentr-o p\u0103tur\u0103 sub\u021bire.<\/p>\n
\u201eNi s-a stins focul,\u201d a spus b\u0103rbatul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103 \u00een ochi. \u201ePutem sta la tine p\u00e2n\u0103 trece?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maria nu le-a amintit nimic. S-a dat la o parte.<\/p>\n
Coliba din piatr\u0103 s-a umplut de oameni, de aburi de haine ude \u0219i de respira\u021bii grele. Copiii s-au \u00eenghesuit l\u00e2ng\u0103 sob\u0103. Femeile au pus ap\u0103 la \u00eenc\u0103lzit. B\u0103rba\u021bii au t\u0103cut.<\/p>\n
Viscolul a \u021binut \u00eenc\u0103 dou\u0103 zile.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-a oprit, satul ar\u0103ta schimbat. Dou\u0103 case din lemn erau serios avariate. Un grajd nu mai avea acoperi\u0219. Dar coliba din piatr\u0103 st\u0103tea la fel, lipit\u0103 de deal, ca \u0219i cum nimic n-ar fi fost \u00een stare s-o clinteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Din ziua aceea, nimeni n-a mai r\u00e2s.<\/p>\n
Prim\u0103vara urm\u0103toare, doi vecini au \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eent\u0103reasc\u0103 funda\u021biile cu piatr\u0103. Altul a s\u0103pat casa pu\u021bin \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Au venit s\u0103 o \u00eentrebe pe Maria cum a f\u0103cut lutul, c\u00e2t de gro\u0219i sunt pere\u021bii, cum a g\u00e2ndit co\u0219ul.<\/p>\n
Maria le-a ar\u0103tat tot.<\/p>\n
Nu pentru r\u0103zbunare. Nu pentru laud\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ci pentru c\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021base un lucru simplu: nu e ru\u0219ine s\u0103 faci altfel, dac\u0103 o faci pentru ai t\u0103i. \u0218i nu e sl\u0103biciune s\u0103 fii femeie singur\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u0219tii pentru ce lup\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen iarna urm\u0103toare, satul a fost mai preg\u0103tit.<\/p>\n
Iar c\u00e2nd v\u00e2ntul a venit din nou, nu s-a mai auzit r\u00e2s. S-a auzit doar focul trosnind \u00een sobe \u0219i copii dormind lini\u0219ti\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Iar coliba din piatr\u0103 nu mai era \u201egre\u0219eala v\u0103duvei\u201d.<\/p>\n
Era casa care i-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat pe to\u021bi cum s\u0103 stea drep\u021bi \u00een fa\u021ba iernii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
V\u00e2ntul g\u0103sea mereu o cale. Se strecura prin cr\u0103p\u0103turi, ridica cenu\u0219a din sob\u0103, f\u0103cea flac\u0103ra s\u0103 tremure \u0219i s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 apuce s\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 bine odaia. Maria punea c\u00e2rpe, b\u0103tea lut, astupa g\u0103uri, dar diminea\u021ba se trezea cu ghea\u021b\u0103 sub pat \u0219i cu ap\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 \u00een ulcior. \u00cen a treia iarn\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 Gheorghe, Ilie […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20141,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20140","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\/20140","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=20140"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20142,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20140\/revisions\/20142"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/20141"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}