\u00cen fa\u021ba ei nu se ridica azilul rece pe care \u0219i-l imaginase. \u00cen locul acelui tablou sumbru, ochii i s-au oprit asupra unei case mari, zugr\u0103vite \u00een alb, cu pridvor din lemn \u0219i flori ro\u0219ii de mu\u0219cat\u0103 la fiecare fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Aerul mirosea a f\u00e2n proasp\u0103t cosit \u0219i a p\u00e2ine cald\u0103. \u0218i undeva, \u00een dep\u0103rtare, se auzea cucul c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Elena a clipit de mai multe ori, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i joac\u0103 mintea feste. \u00cens\u0103 nu era o iluzie. Casa aceea sem\u0103na cu locuin\u021bele vechi din satul copil\u0103riei sale, acolo unde \u00ee\u0219i petrecuse verile alerg\u00e2nd descul\u021b\u0103 prin iarba ud\u0103 de rou\u0103.<\/p>\n
Fiica ei s-a apropiat, i-a prins bra\u021bul \u0219i i-a \u0219optit: \u201eMam\u0103, nu te-am adus la azil. Te-am adus acas\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inima Elenei a tres\u0103rit. \u201eAcas\u0103?\u201d a \u00eentrebat ea, cu o voce abia auzit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eDa\u201d, i-a r\u0103spuns fiul. \u201eAm cump\u0103rat locul acesta pentru tine. S\u0103 nu-\u021bi lipseasc\u0103 nimic. Aici vei avea grij\u0103, lini\u0219te \u0219i, mai ales, demnitate. \u0218tim c\u00e2t \u021bi-e dor de sat, de obiceiurile vechi, de mirosul de cozonaci \u00een cuptor \u0219i de sunetul clopotului de la biseric\u0103. Am vrut s\u0103-\u021bi oferim asta.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile i-au \u00eennourat privirea. Ani de singur\u0103tate, de team\u0103 \u0219i de g\u00e2nduri grele s-au topit \u00eentr-o clip\u0103. Nu se a\u0219teptase la a\u0219a ceva.<\/p>\n
Pa\u0219ii i s-au \u00eendreptat, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama, spre prispa casei. Sc\u00e2ndurile trosneau sub greutatea ei, dar fiecare trosnet \u00eei amintea de anii c\u00e2nd bunica o chema la cin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen curte, o femeie mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, cu basma neagr\u0103 \u0219i ochi bl\u00e2nzi, o a\u0219tepta cu un z\u00e2mbet cald. \u201eBine ai venit, maic\u0103. Eu sunt Ana. O s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de tine aici, ca de sora mea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena s-a oprit locului, incapabil\u0103 s\u0103 rosteasc\u0103 vreun cuv\u00e2nt. \u00centr-un col\u021b al cur\u021bii, doi copii alergau dup\u0103 un c\u0103\u021bel, iar r\u00e2setele lor umpleau aerul de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu vei fi singur\u0103\u201d, a continuat fiica. \u201eAici sunt oameni care au trecut prin ce treci \u0219i tu. Care \u00ee\u021bi vor \u00een\u021belege durerile, dorurile, amintirile. \u0218i vei avea parte de tot ce iube\u0219ti.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea clip\u0103, Elena \u0219i-a sim\u021bit sufletul u\u0219urat. \u00cen loc s\u0103 fie \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00eentre ziduri reci, urma s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 printre flori, glasuri \u0219i obiceiuri rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti. S\u0103 asculte iar pove\u0219ti la gura sobei. S\u0103 guste iar din coliva f\u0103cut\u0103 la pomenile din sat. S\u0103 simt\u0103 iar bucuria colindelor iarna \u0219i emo\u021bia prim\u0103verii c\u00e2nd b\u0103teau clopotele de Pa\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Timpul nu putea fi oprit, dar putea fi tr\u0103it cu frumuse\u021be. \u0218i asta \u00een\u021belesese acum.<\/p>\n
\u00cen loc de sf\u00e2r\u0219itul a\u0219teptat, pentru Elena \u00eencepea o nou\u0103 via\u021b\u0103. O via\u021b\u0103 unde nu mai era povar\u0103, ci binecuv\u00e2ntare. Unde era \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de grij\u0103, de iubire \u0219i de amintiri vii.<\/p>\n
Cu ochii \u00een lacrimi, s-a a\u0219ezat pe o banc\u0103 veche din curte, iar m\u00e2inile ei tremur\u00e2nde au m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat lemnul neted. \u0218i-a ridicat privirea spre cer \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201eDoamne, nu credeam c\u0103 mai am pentru ce tr\u0103i. Dar uite c\u0103 mi-ai ar\u0103tat c\u0103 se poate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci a \u00een\u021beles: nu conteaz\u0103 c\u00e2\u021bi ani ai, ci cum \u00eei tr\u0103ie\u0219ti. Iar ea, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, se sim\u021bea din nou vie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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