B\u0103iatul a ridicat-o, bomb\u0103nind, \u0219i \u00eempreun\u0103, ca doi alia\u021bi ai nefericirii, au p\u0103\u0219it \u00een scara \u00eentunecoas\u0103, cu miros de umezeal\u0103 \u0219i parfum ieftin de pisici.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a apartamentului a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-i s\u0103 p\u0103trund\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea \u0219i praful adunate. Totul era acoperit cu cear\u0219afuri albe, perdelele trase, iar lumina slab\u0103 a str\u0103zii contura doar praful dans\u00e2nd \u00een aer. Mirosul vechilor c\u0103r\u021bi se \u00eempletea cu o triste\u021be profund\u0103 \u2014 mirosul unei case p\u0103r\u0103site. Sergiu a l\u0103sat geanta, a privit \u00eemprejur ca un gospodar \u0219i a rostit sentin\u021ba:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mda, aici e de munc\u0103\u2026 O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, dac\u0103 lucr\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n
Marina a z\u00e2mbit slab. Pragmatismul lui aducea o sc\u00e2nteie de via\u021b\u0103 \u00een atmosfera grea. \u00cel privea: slab, firav, dar cu un chip serios. \u0218tia c\u0103 dup\u0103 ce o va ajuta, va pleca iar pe strad\u0103, \u00een frig \u0219i pericol.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ascult\u0103, Sergiu, \u2014 spuse ea hot\u0103r\u00e2t. \u2014 E t\u00e2rziu. R\u0103m\u00e2i aici peste noapte. Afar\u0103 e frig.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul ridic\u0103 ochii mira\u021bi. O clip\u0103, \u00een ei se ivise ne\u00eencrederea \u2014 dar apoi doar \u00eencuviin\u021b\u0103 din cap.<\/p>\n
Seara, dup\u0103 o cin\u0103 modest\u0103 \u2014 p\u00e2ine \u0219i br\u00e2nz\u0103, luate de la magazinul din col\u021b \u2014 st\u0103teau \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Sp\u0103lat \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103lzit, Sergiu ar\u0103ta aproape ca un copil obi\u0219nuit, dintr-o cas\u0103 normal\u0103. \u0218i-a spus povestea \u2014 f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi. P\u0103rin\u021bii lui beau. Un incendiu \u00een barac\u0103. Ei au murit. El a supravie\u021buit. A fost dus la centru, dar a fugit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu vreau la casa de copii, \u2014 a zis, privind \u00een cana goal\u0103. \u2014 Spun c\u0103 de acolo ajungi direct la pu\u0219c\u0103rie. E ca un bilet spre s\u0103r\u0103cie. Mai bine pe strad\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n
Marina l-a privit \u00eendelung, cu inima str\u00e2ns\u0103. Cuvintele b\u0103iatului \u00eei r\u0103sunau \u00een minte ca un ecou al propriei copil\u0103rii, c\u00e2nd \u0219i ea sim\u021bise c\u0103 via\u021ba i-a luat prea devreme p\u0103rin\u021bii. O \u00een\u021belese f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie nevoie de alte explica\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Se ridic\u0103 \u0219i trase \u00eencet sertarul din bufetul vechi, unde bunica obi\u0219nuia s\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 c\u00e2teva icoane \u0219i o cutiu\u021b\u0103 cu lum\u00e2n\u0103ri. Aprinse una, iar flac\u0103ra galben\u0103 dans\u0103 u\u0219or, umpl\u00e2nd camera cu o c\u0103ldur\u0103 stranie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bunica spunea mereu c\u0103 nicio cas\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne pustie at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t arde o lum\u00e2nare, \u2014 \u0219opti ea, mai mult pentru sine.<\/p>\n
Sergiu o privea cu aten\u021bie, ca \u0219i cum \u00eencerca s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 fiecare cuv\u00e2nt. Marina puse lum\u00e2narea pe mas\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei z\u00e2mbi pentru prima dat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tii, \u00een satul bunicii, dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, oamenii nu se l\u0103sau cople\u0219i\u021bi de triste\u021be. Se adunau, povesteau, f\u0103ceau coliv\u0103 \u0219i \u00eemp\u0103r\u021beau vecinilor, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 sufletul celui plecat se \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219te de la bun\u0103tatea l\u0103sat\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Coliv\u0103? \u2014 \u00eentreb\u0103 Sergiu, nedumerit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Un fel de gr\u00e2u fiert, cu miere \u0219i nuc\u0103. Simplu, dar cu gust de s\u0103rb\u0103toare \u0219i amintiri.<\/p>\n
\u00cen mintea Marinei \u00eencol\u021bi un g\u00e2nd nebunesc. Poate nu era \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor c\u0103 acest copil ap\u0103ruse \u00een via\u021ba ei tocmai acum. Poate c\u0103 era un semn. O \u0219ans\u0103 s\u0103 nu mai fie singur\u0103, s\u0103 dea sens unei case pline doar de umbre.<\/p>\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103, au mers \u00eempreun\u0103 la pia\u021b\u0103. Marina cump\u0103r\u0103 gr\u00e2u, nuci, miere \u0219i c\u00e2teva mere ro\u0219ii. Sergiu se \u021binea dup\u0103 ea, curios de fiecare mi\u0219care. La \u00eentoarcere, \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria mic\u0103, aburii din oal\u0103 ridicau miros de copil\u0103rie. Marina sim\u021bea c\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103 dup\u0103 ani \u00eentregi face ceva cu sufletul, nu din obliga\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Gust\u0103, \u2014 \u00eei \u00eentinse ea o lingur\u0103 din coliva abia amestecat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Sergiu lu\u0103 o gur\u0103 \u0219i ochii i se luminara.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E bun\u0103! Seam\u0103n\u0103 cu orezul cu lapte, dar e mai\u2026 dulce.<\/p>\n
R\u00e2sul lui sincer umplu casa, sp\u0103l\u00e2ndu-i pere\u021bii de t\u0103cerea grea ce \u00eei ap\u0103sa. Marina sim\u021bi c\u0103 bunica o prive\u0219te de undeva, mul\u021bumit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, apartamentul \u00eencepu s\u0103 prind\u0103 via\u021b\u0103. \u00cempreun\u0103 sp\u0103lau perdele, aeriseau, \u0219tergeau praful. Sergiu c\u00e2nta uneori c\u00e2te un refren de pe strad\u0103, iar Marina fredona colinde pe care le \u0219tia de mic\u0103. Era toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, dar \u00een sufletul ei r\u0103s\u0103rea prim\u0103vara.<\/p>\n
Vecinii, mir\u00e2ndu-se de luminile aprinse \u00een apartamentul de la etajul \u0219apte, au \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103 la u\u0219\u0103. O b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 aduse sarmale \u00eentr-o crati\u021b\u0103 emailat\u0103, un alt vecin veni cu un sac de lemne pentru sobi\u021b\u0103. \u201eE bine c\u0103 nu mai e gol acolo sus\u201d, spuneau.<\/p>\n
Marina \u00een\u021belese atunci c\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc dorise mereu un \u201eacas\u0103\u201d adev\u0103rat. Nu unul construit pe minciuni \u0219i dispre\u021b, cum fusese cu Andrei, ci unul unde oamenii se sprijin\u0103 unii pe al\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Sergiu nu mai dormea pe str\u0103zi. \u00cei preg\u0103tea \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 o can\u0103 cu ceai \u0219i un pat cald. \u00cen ochii lui, ea vedea recuno\u0219tin\u021ba, dar \u0219i o team\u0103 mut\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi va fi alungat din nou.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o duminic\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103, Marina aprinse iar lum\u00e2narea de la icoan\u0103 \u0219i \u00eengenunche l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bunico, \u00ee\u021bi promit c\u0103 nu voi mai fi singur\u0103. \u0218i c\u0103-l voi cre\u0219te pe Sergiu cum m-ai crescut tu pe mine.<\/p>\n
Atunci, \u00een lini\u0219tea camerei, sim\u021bi pentru prima oar\u0103 c\u0103 povara din suflet i se ridic\u0103. Via\u021ba ei nu se sf\u00e2r\u0219ise. Din contr\u0103, abia \u00eencepea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een acel apartament vechi, unde alt\u0103dat\u0103 pl\u00e2nsul \u00eei \u00eenmuia pere\u021bii, acum r\u0103suna r\u00e2sul curat al unui copil care \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba din nou s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u00een familie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
B\u0103iatul a ridicat-o, bomb\u0103nind, \u0219i \u00eempreun\u0103, ca doi alia\u021bi ai nefericirii, au p\u0103\u0219it \u00een scara \u00eentunecoas\u0103, cu miros de umezeal\u0103 \u0219i parfum ieftin de pisici. U\u0219a apartamentului a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-i s\u0103 p\u0103trund\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea \u0219i praful adunate. Totul era acoperit cu cear\u0219afuri albe, perdelele trase, iar lumina slab\u0103 a str\u0103zii contura doar praful dans\u00e2nd \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5439,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5438","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\/5438","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=5438"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5440,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5438\/revisions\/5440"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}