Un fior rece a trecut prin trupul fiec\u0103rui marinar. \u0218aric, abia scos din ghearele m\u0103rii, nu se lini\u0219tea. L\u0103tra spre larg, scurm\u00e2nd puntea cu ghearele, de parc\u0103 voia s\u0103 le arate ceva.<\/p>\n
Andrei a sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103-i urmeze instinctul. \u00cen satul s\u0103u de pe malul Dun\u0103rii, b\u0103tr\u00e2nii spuneau mereu c\u0103 \u201eochiul animalului vede ce nu vede omul\u201d. Cuvintele acelea \u00eei r\u0103sunau acum \u00een minte.<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u00centoarce\u021bi c\u00e2rma! strig\u0103 el. Urma\u021bi direc\u021bia c\u00e2inelui!<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu a \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 se \u00eempotriveasc\u0103. Chiar \u0219i cei mai sceptici dintre marinari \u0219tiau c\u0103 nu se aflau \u00een fa\u021ba unei \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri obi\u0219nuite. Barca s-a \u00eenclinat, t\u0103ind valurile cenu\u0219ii.<\/p>\n
Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce \u00eenaintau, cerul se \u00eentuneca \u0219i mai tare. \u0218aric s-a a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 Andrei, cu blana lipit\u0103 de corp \u0219i ochii fixa\u021bi pe linia orizontului. Nu mai era un simplu c\u00e2ine salvat \u2013 devenise c\u0103l\u0103uza lor.<\/p>\n
Valurile se ridicau tot mai mari, iar v\u00e2ntul aducea cu el miros de alge \u0219i de rugin\u0103. Marinarii \u0219tiau c\u0103 marea ascunde pove\u0219ti nespuse, dar ceea ce se contura \u00eenaintea lor p\u0103rea desprins din legende.<\/p>\n
Deodat\u0103, Mihai a ar\u0103tat cu m\u00e2na:
\u2013 C\u0103pitanule, privi\u021bi!<\/p>\n
O siluet\u0103 se ridica dintre valuri. Era epava unei cor\u0103bii vechi, acoperit\u0103 de scoici \u0219i alge. Catargele rupte se cl\u0103tinau ca ni\u0219te bra\u021be scheletice.<\/p>\n
\u0218aric a \u00eenceput s\u0103 urle, un sunet prelung, ce le-a \u00eenghe\u021bat s\u00e2ngele \u00een vine. Nu era un urlet de fric\u0103, ci unul de chemare.<\/p>\n
Andrei a \u00een\u021beles. C\u00e2inele nu fusese adus de \u00eent\u00e2mplare. El \u00eei condusese spre acea corabie uitat\u0103 de timp.<\/p>\n
Echipajul a cobor\u00e2t barca mic\u0103 \u0219i s-au apropiat cu team\u0103. Sc\u00e2ndurile putrezite trosneau sub pa\u0219ii lor, iar aerul mirosea a mucegai \u0219i a sare veche.<\/p>\n
Pe punte, printre resturi de fr\u00e2nghii \u0219i butoaie, z\u0103cea o lad\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103 cu lan\u021buri. \u0218aric s-a repezit la ea, l\u0103tr\u00e2nd cu furie.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Deschide\u021bi-o, spuse Andrei cu glas hot\u0103r\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Nicolae a lovit lan\u021burile cu o bar\u0103 de fier. Un ecou r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een toat\u0103 corabia. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva \u00eencerc\u0103ri, lac\u0103tul s-a rupt, iar capacul a fost ridicat.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0103untru, lumina palid\u0103 a scos la iveal\u0103 ceva nea\u0219teptat: icoane vechi, pictate pe lemn, acoperite cu p\u00e2nze muceg\u0103ite, dar \u00eenc\u0103 str\u0103lucind \u00een culorile lor vii. Printre ele, se afla \u0219i un potir de argint, gravat cu motive bizantine.<\/p>\n
Marinarii \u0219i-au f\u0103cut cruce. Erau comori sacre, pierdute de secole.<\/p>\n
Andrei a sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. Se g\u00e2ndi la bunica lui, care \u00eei spunea pove\u0219ti despre odoare ascunse \u00een ad\u00e2ncul M\u0103rii Negre, \u00eenc\u0103 din vremea n\u0103v\u0103lirilor. Poate c\u0103 acestea erau chiar relicvele despre care se c\u00e2ntase \u00een baladele vechi.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Domnule c\u0103pitan, ce facem cu ele? \u00eentreb\u0103 Dumitru, cu voce tremurat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Andrei \u0219i-a ridicat privirea spre cerul \u00eennorat.
\u2013 Le ducem acolo unde le este locul. \u00cen biseric\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218aric, epuizat, s-a culcat l\u00e2ng\u0103 lad\u0103, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, dar cu un aer lini\u0219tit, ca \u0219i cum \u0219i-ar fi \u00eemplinit menirea.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-au \u00eentors \u00een port, vestea s-a r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit ca focul. S\u0103tenii i-au \u00eent\u00e2mpinat cu p\u00e2ine \u0219i sare, a\u0219a cum se prime\u0219te un oaspete sf\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Preotul a ie\u0219it cu crucea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i, c\u00e2nd a v\u0103zut odoarele, lacrimile i-au curs pe obraji. \u201eAsta e lucrarea lui Dumnezeu\u201d, a \u0219optit el.<\/p>\n
Icoanele au fost duse \u00een biseric\u0103, iar clopotele au b\u0103tut singure, ca la s\u0103rb\u0103toare mare.<\/p>\n
Pentru marinari, acea zi nu mai fusese una obi\u0219nuit\u0103. Fusese o zi \u00een care un c\u00e2ine pierdut le ar\u0103tase calea c\u0103tre istorie, credin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218aric a r\u0103mas \u00een sat, ocrotit de to\u021bi. Copiii \u00eel m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau, b\u0103tr\u00e2nii \u00eel binecuv\u00e2ntau, iar Andrei \u00eel privea mereu cu recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u0103ci datorit\u0103 lui, o comoar\u0103 de suflet \u0219i credin\u021b\u0103 se \u00eentorsese acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar marea, zgomotoas\u0103 \u0219i nemiloas\u0103, redevenise t\u0103cut\u0103. Ca \u0219i cum ar fi \u0219tiut c\u0103 povara ei fusese u\u0219urat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un fior rece a trecut prin trupul fiec\u0103rui marinar. \u0218aric, abia scos din ghearele m\u0103rii, nu se lini\u0219tea. L\u0103tra spre larg, scurm\u00e2nd puntea cu ghearele, de parc\u0103 voia s\u0103 le arate ceva. Andrei a sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103-i urmeze instinctul. \u00cen satul s\u0103u de pe malul Dun\u0103rii, b\u0103tr\u00e2nii spuneau mereu c\u0103 \u201eochiul animalului vede ce […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5941,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5940","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\/5940","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=5940"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5940\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5942,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5940\/revisions\/5942"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5941"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}