\u201e…vreau s\u0103 te c\u0103s\u0103tore\u0219ti cu mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dmitri a sim\u021bit c\u0103 i se taie respira\u021bia. Nu era o glum\u0103. Nu era nici vreun test sau capcan\u0103. Femeia din fa\u021ba lui, elegant\u0103, rafinat\u0103, cu ochi p\u0103trunz\u0103tori \u0219i cu voce de comandant de vas, \u00eei propunea s\u0103 devin\u0103 so\u021bul ei.<\/p>\n
A ezitat. Mintea \u00eei gonea \u00een toate direc\u021biile: Ce-ar zice mama? Clara? Ce-ar zice lumea? Dar apoi, \u00een t\u0103cerea grea din telefon, a auzit ceva ce l-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 clipeasc\u0103 de dou\u0103 ori: \u201eAm aflat despre situa\u021bia ta. Pot s\u0103 v\u0103 scap de datorii. Pot s\u0103-i ofer mamei tale tratamentul de care are nevoie. \u0218i sorei tale, viitorul pe care \u00eel merit\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nu a spus \u201ete iubesc\u201d. Nici nu a \u00eencercat s\u0103-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie cu iluzii romantice. Era un contract, o \u00een\u021belegere. Iar el avea prea multe responsabilit\u0103\u021bi ca s\u0103 mai cread\u0103 \u00een basme.<\/p>\n
O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00eentr-o zi mohor\u00e2t\u0103 de luni, cei doi au semnat actele la oficiul st\u0103rii civile. Niciun ziarist, niciun buchet de trandafiri. Doar o str\u00e2ngere de m\u00e2n\u0103 ferm\u0103 \u0219i o promisiune mut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dmitri se sim\u021bea ca un actor \u00eentr-o pies\u0103 ciudat\u0103. \u00cen prima sear\u0103 acas\u0103, Elena i-a oferit camera de oaspe\u021bi \u0219i un z\u00e2mbet politicos. \u201eFii lini\u0219tit, nu \u00ee\u021bi cer nimic. Doar prezen\u021ba.\u201d<\/p>\n
Timpul a trecut \u00eencet, dar lini\u0219tit. Clara \u0219i Marina au fost mutate \u00eentr-un apartament nou, aproape de o clinic\u0103 privat\u0103. Tratamentele au \u00eenceput imediat. Elena \u0219i-a \u021binut cuv\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n
\u00cen a \u0219aptea zi, diminea\u021ba devreme, Dmitri s-a trezit \u00een miros de cafea proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i pr\u0103jitur\u0103 cu nuc\u0103. Cobor\u00e2nd \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, a g\u0103sit-o pe Elena \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 lejer, cu \u0219or\u021bul legat peste o rochie simpl\u0103. \u00cen m\u00e2ini, \u021binea o foaie \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp.<\/p>\n
\u201eDmitri,\u201d a spus ea \u00eencet, \u201eacum vine r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u s\u0103-mi \u00eempline\u0219ti o dorin\u021b\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
El a \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
\u201eVreau s\u0103 m\u0103 duci \u00een satul meu natal. S\u0103-mi \u00eengropi acolo trecutul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele ei, rostite cu at\u00e2ta calm, au c\u0103zut ca o secure \u00een mijlocul lini\u0219tii. Timp de dou\u0103 zile, au mers prin sate uitate de lume, unde uli\u021bele erau pline de praf, iar femeile \u00eenc\u0103 coseau \u00een prag. Acolo, \u00een fa\u021ba unei case din lut, b\u0103tr\u00e2na a c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi \u0219i a pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
Dmitri a aflat atunci adev\u0103rul. Elena nu fusese mereu bogat\u0103. Crescuse \u00eentr-o s\u0103r\u0103cie crunt\u0103, \u00eentr-un sat moldovenesc unde fetele visau doar la un b\u0103rbat care s\u0103 le scape de foame. Fugise la ora\u0219 la 16 ani, jur\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu se va mai \u00eentoarce niciodat\u0103. Acum voia s\u0103-\u0219i cear\u0103 iertare de la p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care o crescuse.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea sear\u0103, Dmitri nu mai sim\u021bea c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te o comedie amar\u0103. \u00cen bra\u021bele unei femei care nu-i cerea nimic \u00een schimb, el a sim\u021bit pentru prima dat\u0103 pace.<\/p>\n
Un an mai t\u00e2rziu, Elena a murit lini\u0219tit\u0103, \u00een casa ei, cu Dmitri \u0219i Clara al\u0103turi. \u00cen testament, i-a l\u0103sat tot. Dar nu banii au contat cel mai mult.<\/p>\n
Ci lec\u021bia.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 uneori, iubirea nu arat\u0103 ca \u00een filme. Dar te schimb\u0103 pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201e…vreau s\u0103 te c\u0103s\u0103tore\u0219ti cu mine.\u201d Dmitri a sim\u021bit c\u0103 i se taie respira\u021bia. Nu era o glum\u0103. Nu era nici vreun test sau capcan\u0103. Femeia din fa\u021ba lui, elegant\u0103, rafinat\u0103, cu ochi p\u0103trunz\u0103tori \u0219i cu voce de comandant de vas, \u00eei propunea s\u0103 devin\u0103 so\u021bul ei. A ezitat. Mintea \u00eei gonea \u00een toate direc\u021biile: […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2784,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2783","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\/2783","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=2783"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2783\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2785,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2783\/revisions\/2785"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2784"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}