C\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it a urcat sc\u0103rile \u0219i a pus cheia \u00een yal\u0103, u\u0219a s-a deschis din interior. Marina st\u0103tea \u00een prag, cu o expresie rece, dar surprinz\u0103tor de calm\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ai ajuns, spuse ea simplu.<\/p>\n
Andrei \u00eencerc\u0103 un z\u00e2mbet for\u021bat, dar privirea ei p\u0103trunz\u0103toare \u00eel t\u0103ia ca un cu\u021bit. \u00cen sufragerie, lumina era aprins\u0103, iar pe mas\u0103 \u00eel a\u0219tepta ceva nea\u0219teptat: un dosar gros, plin cu h\u00e2rtii \u0219i fotografii.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ce e asta? murmur\u0103 el, sim\u021bind cum s\u00e2ngele i se retrage din obraji.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Adev\u0103rul, Andrei, r\u0103spunse Marina. Am obosit s\u0103 mai joc teatru.<\/p>\n
Se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe canapea \u0219i deschise dosarul. Fotografiile \u00eel ar\u0103tau pe el \u0219i pe Vica la mare, la restaurant, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a\u021bi, z\u00e2mbind. Nu era loc de scuze sau explica\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Andrei \u00ee\u0219i duse m\u00e2inile la t\u00e2mple. \u2013 Cine \u021bi-a dat astea?<\/p>\n
\u2013 O prieten\u0103 veche, zise Marina, cu un aer aproape trist. \u0218tii, \u00een satul bunicilor mei se zice c\u0103 adev\u0103rul iese la iveal\u0103 ca uleiul pe ap\u0103. A\u0219a a fost \u0219i acum.<\/p>\n
\u00centre ei se l\u0103s\u0103 o lini\u0219te grea. Marina se ridic\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i scoase verigheta \u0219i o puse pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Eu am terminat. De aici \u00eenainte, drumurile noastre se despart.<\/p>\n
Andrei \u00ee\u0219i sim\u021bea sufletul pr\u0103bu\u0219indu-se. Toate planurile, promisiunile, chiar \u0219i sentimentul de libertate pe care credea c\u0103 \u00eel are al\u0103turi de Vica, p\u0103reau acum goale, lipsite de sens.<\/p>\n
Marina continu\u0103: \u2013 \u00ce\u021bi las apartamentul. Eu am unde s\u0103 m\u0103 duc. La p\u0103rin\u021bi, la \u021bar\u0103. Poate lini\u0219tea de acolo o s\u0103-mi vindece inima. \u0218tii cum e la sat, coco\u0219ul c\u00e2nt\u0103 diminea\u021ba, vecinii se salut\u0103 cu \u201eDoamne-ajut\u0103\u201d, iar timpul curge altfel. Acolo oamenii \u0219tiu s\u0103 ierte, dar eu nu mai pot.<\/p>\n
Lacrimi \u00eei str\u0103luceau \u00een ochi, dar vocea \u00eei r\u0103m\u00e2nea ferm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Andrei c\u0103zu \u00een genunchi. \u2013 Marina, te rog\u2026<\/p>\n
Dar ea doar d\u0103du din cap. \u2013 Nu e vorba doar de mine, Andrei. \u0218i tu trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi g\u0103se\u0219ti drumul.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, Marina \u00ee\u0219i lu\u0103 c\u00e2teva lucruri \u0219i plec\u0103. \u00cen urma ei, casa p\u0103rea mai pustie dec\u00e2t oric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Andrei r\u0103mase singur, privind fotografia de familie de pe noptier\u0103, aceea\u0219i pe care Marina o privise \u00eenainte s\u0103-l lase s\u0103 plece. Acum \u00een\u021belese: nu tr\u0103darea lui \u00eel lovea cel mai tare, ci pierderea femeii care fusese mereu al\u0103turi de el.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea lini\u0219te ap\u0103s\u0103toare, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, \u00ee\u0219i auzi propriul suflet. \u0218i \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u0103 uneori, cea mai grea pedeaps\u0103 nu e singur\u0103tatea, ci faptul c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi dai seama prea t\u00e2rziu ce ai pierdut.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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