\u00cen acel moment, curtea \u00eenchisorii devenise un loc t\u0103cut. Paznicii, care de obicei priveau rece asemenea scene, sim\u021beau acum cum ceva le ap\u0103sa pieptul. Niciunul nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. Se uitau doar la omul dobor\u00e2t de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i la c\u00e2inele care nu-l uitase niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Unul dintre gardieni, un b\u0103rbat trecut de patruzeci de ani, \u00ee\u0219i aminti brusc de copil\u0103ria lui la \u021bar\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i vedea \u00een minte c\u00e2inele, un ciob\u0103nesc carpatin, alerg\u00e2nd prin curtea plin\u0103 de praf \u0219i cum se lipise de el \u00een zilele grele. \u00ce\u0219i mu\u0219c\u0103 buza \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentoarse privirea.<\/p>\n
\u00cen bra\u021bele st\u0103p\u00e2nului ei, ciob\u0103nescul german tremura. Nu de team\u0103, ci de emo\u021bie, de bucuria revederii. Fiecare sc\u00e2ncet era o rug\u0103, fiecare mi\u0219care a cozii era o m\u0103rturisire de iubire. Ea nu \u0219tia de crime, de procese sau de vin\u0103. \u0218tia doar c\u0103 omul acela era lumea ei \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul o m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia, \u0219i \u00een glasul lui se auzea un dor vechi, aproape rom\u00e2nesc, acel dor care nu poate fi tradus. Era dorul de libertate, dorul de acas\u0103, dorul de tot ce pierduse.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 a\u0219 fi putut s\u0103-\u021bi dau mai mult\u2026\u201d \u0219opti el. \u201eDac\u0103 a\u0219 fi putut s\u0103-\u021bi dau iarba verde de pe dealuri, apa limpede din p\u00e2r\u00e2u\u2026 nu aceste ziduri.\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2inele \u00eel lingea pe fa\u021b\u0103, insist\u00e2nd, ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103-l aduc\u0103 \u00eenapoi la via\u021b\u0103. \u0218i atunci s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ceva nea\u0219teptat. Corpul b\u0103rbatului, p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci \u00eencordat, p\u0103ru s\u0103 se destind\u0103. Ochii i se ridicar\u0103 spre cer, iar buzele \u00eei tremurau, dar nu mai de durere, ci de pace.<\/p>\n
Paznicii se privir\u0103 \u00eentre ei. Ceva era diferit. O lini\u0219te stranie cobor\u00e2se peste to\u021bi. Ca \u0219i cum acel c\u00e2ine, cu simpla lui iubire, ar fi rupt lan\u021burile invizibile care \u021bineau omul captiv nu doar \u00een \u00eenchisoare, ci \u0219i \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n
Unul dintre preo\u021bii chema\u021bi s\u0103 asiste la execu\u021bie f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenainte. \u00ce\u0219i ridic\u0103 crucea \u0219i murmur\u0103 o rug\u0103ciune, dar o f\u0103cu cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. \u00cei venea greu s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 \u00een acel spa\u021biu rece putea exista at\u00e2ta iubire curat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eSunt liber acum\u2026\u201d rosti prizonierul, cu o voce stins\u0103, dar sigur\u0103. \u201eLiber pentru c\u0103 am avut parte de tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
A \u00eenchis ochii, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd-o la piept. Iar atunci, ca printr-o minune, c\u00e2inele a \u00eenceput s\u0103 urle. Un urlet lung, cutremur\u0103tor, care p\u0103rea s\u0103 rup\u0103 cerul. Un urlet pe care orice \u021b\u0103ran rom\u00e2n l-ar fi recunoscut, acela pe care \u00eel scoteau c\u00e2inii c\u00e2nd sim\u021beau c\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nul lor pleac\u0103 pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea clip\u0103, paznicii \u0219i-au scos \u0219epcile, \u00een semn de respect. Nimeni nu mai avea puterea s\u0103 comande, s\u0103 gr\u0103beasc\u0103 sau s\u0103 ridice vocea. To\u021bi sim\u021beau c\u0103 asist\u0103 la ceva mai presus de ei.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du ultima suflare cu fa\u021ba lipit\u0103 de blana cald\u0103 a ciob\u0103nescului. Chipul lui, de\u0219i marcat de ani de suferin\u021b\u0103, se luminase cu un z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2inele r\u0103mase nemi\u0219cat, lipit de el, refuz\u00e2nd s\u0103 se desprind\u0103. Nici m\u0103car c\u00e2nd gardienii \u00eencercar\u0103 s\u0103 o ridice. Oamenii din sat, c\u00e2nd aud asemenea pove\u0219ti, spun adesea c\u0103 sufletul celui plecat r\u0103m\u00e2ne un timp pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 cel mai iubit dintre tovar\u0103\u0219i. \u0218i poate c\u0103 a\u0219a a fost \u0219i atunci.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, vestea se r\u0103sp\u00e2ndi. Ziarele scriau despre dorin\u021ba final\u0103 a prizonierului, despre c\u00e2inele care \u0219i-a pl\u00e2ns st\u0103p\u00e2nul p\u00e2n\u0103 ce \u0219i-a pierdut glasul. Mul\u021bi, citind, \u00ee\u0219i aminteau de propriile lor animale, de leg\u0103tura neclintit\u0103 dintre om \u0219i c\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n
\u0218i undeva, \u00een inima celor care aflaser\u0103 povestea, r\u0103suna aceea\u0219i \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tur\u0103 veche: po\u021bi fi lipsit de libertate, de avere sau de dreptate, dar dac\u0103 ai avut parte de iubire adev\u0103rat\u0103, atunci ai fost, m\u0103car o clip\u0103, liber cu adev\u0103rat.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00cen acel moment, curtea \u00eenchisorii devenise un loc t\u0103cut. Paznicii, care de obicei priveau rece asemenea scene, sim\u021beau acum cum ceva le ap\u0103sa pieptul. Niciunul nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. Se uitau doar la omul dobor\u00e2t de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i la c\u00e2inele care nu-l uitase niciodat\u0103. Unul dintre gardieni, un b\u0103rbat trecut de patruzeci de […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5856,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5855","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\/5855","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=5855"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5855\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5857,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5855\/revisions\/5857"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5855"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5855"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5855"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}