Privirea acelei fotografii era singurul lucru care \u00eei aducea alinare. Maria fusese lumina casei, iar de c\u00e2nd ea se stinsese, curtea p\u0103rea mai pustie, c\u00e2ntatul coco\u0219ilor mai slab \u0219i serile mai lungi. Tot ce-i r\u0103m\u0103sese era amintirea ei \u0219i acel p\u0103m\u00e2nt pe care \u00eel lucra cu \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare, ca \u0219i cum fiecare brazd\u0103 ar fi fost o rug\u0103ciune pentru sufletul ei.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00een ziua \u00een care g\u0103sise cuibul, lini\u0219tea lui se tulburase. Din acele ou\u0103 nemaiv\u0103zute r\u0103s\u0103rea o nelini\u0219te ce nu-l l\u0103sa s\u0103 doarm\u0103. Nu le spuse nim\u0103nui, de team\u0103 c\u0103 oamenii ar fi r\u00e2s de el sau, mai r\u0103u, c\u0103 ar fi venit s\u0103 i le ia.<\/p>\n
\u00cen nop\u021bile ce au urmat, \u00een odaia lui de lut, Genaro auzea trosnete ciudate, ca \u0219i cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntul ar fi respirat sub ferestre. C\u00e2inele s\u0103u, un maidanez b\u0103tr\u00e2n, l\u0103tra \u00een gol spre c\u00e2mp, dar apoi se potolea, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00eencet, ca \u0219i cum ar fi sim\u021bit o prezen\u021b\u0103 nev\u0103zut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile, din ou\u0103le acelea au ie\u0219it f\u0103pturi pe care nici nu \u0219tia cum s\u0103 le numeasc\u0103. Nu erau pui de g\u0103in\u0103, nici prepeli\u021be, nici vreo pas\u0103re cunoscut\u0103. Aveau solzi mici, str\u0103lucitori, ca boabele de sticl\u0103, \u0219i ochii lor p\u0103reau s\u0103 lumineze \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
Genaro sim\u021bi o team\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103, dar \u0219i o responsabilitate. Crescuse cu pove\u0219ti din b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, despre f\u0103pturi care se ar\u0103tau doar celor cu suflet curat. \u00ce\u0219i aminti de vorbele bunicii, care \u00eei spunea: \u201eS\u0103 nu te miri dac\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u021bi arat\u0103 tainele lui, c\u0103ci omul s\u0103rac e mai aproape de adev\u0103r dec\u00e2t boierul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cei hr\u0103ni cu firimituri de p\u00e2ine \u0219i cu pic\u0103turi de ap\u0103. \u00cen c\u00e2teva zile, micile creaturi crescuser\u0103 uimitor, mai repede dec\u00e2t putea el \u00een\u021belege. \u00cel priveau cu ochi umezi, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost deja parte din familia lui.<\/p>\n
Tot satul observase c\u0103 Genaro devenise mai retras. Nu mai mergea la c\u00e2rcium\u0103, nu mai st\u0103tea de pove\u0219ti la uli\u021b\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i \u00eenchidea poarta \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2nea \u00een curte, cu privirea mereu \u00eentoars\u0103 spre c\u00e2mp.<\/p>\n
Dar lini\u0219tea nu putea dura. \u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, vecinul s\u0103u, nea Pavel, trecu pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ogor \u0219i auzi sunete ciudate, ca un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de aripi amestecat cu \u0219uierat. Povesti imediat mai departe, \u0219i \u00een scurt timp zvonurile umplur\u0103 satul.<\/p>\n
Unii spuneau c\u0103 mo\u0219 Genaro ascunde un blestem, al\u021bii c\u0103 a g\u0103sit comoara dracului. Copiii se apropiau de gardul lui, aruncau pietre \u0219i fugeau r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, dar ochii le str\u0103luceau de fric\u0103 \u0219i curiozitate.<\/p>\n
Genaro \u0219tia c\u0103 nu va putea ascunde pentru mult timp ceea ce cre\u0219tea acolo. \u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd v\u00e2ntul b\u0103tea dinspre dealuri \u0219i focul din sob\u0103 se stinsese, f\u0103pturile ie\u0219ir\u0103 din colib\u0103 \u0219i se str\u00e2nser\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 el. Erau deja mai mari dec\u00e2t g\u0103inile, iar solzii lor sclipeau ca jarul. \u00cel priveau ca \u0219i cum ar fi a\u0219teptat un semn.<\/p>\n
Atunci \u00een\u021belese: nu erau doar ni\u0219te fiin\u021be stranii, erau un mesaj. Poate c\u0103 veniser\u0103 s\u0103-l elibereze de singur\u0103tate, poate s\u0103-l pun\u0103 la \u00eencercare. Cu ochii umezi, \u00ee\u0219i aminti de Maria \u0219i sim\u021bi c\u0103 sufletul ei ar fi \u0219tiut ce s\u0103 fac\u0103.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchise poarta cu lac\u0103t, \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2nse pu\u021binele lucruri \u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 gospod\u0103ria \u00een urm\u0103. Satul nu l-a mai v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103. Unii spun c\u0103 a plecat dup\u0103 f\u0103pturile acelea \u00een mun\u021bi, al\u021bii c\u0103 a fost luat de ele spre o lume nev\u0103zut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut, iar casa lui se d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 \u00eencet, \u00eenghi\u021bit\u0103 de buruieni. Dar oamenii din sat \u00eenc\u0103 povestesc, la \u0219ez\u0103tori \u0219i la focurile de S\u00e2nziene, despre mo\u0219 Genaro \u0219i cuibul misterios.<\/p>\n
Unii cred c\u0103 a fost o \u00eent\u00e2mplare, al\u021bii jur\u0103 c\u0103 \u00een nop\u021bile senine se v\u0103d lumini ciudate pe c\u00e2mpul lui. \u0218i, de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd povestea este spus\u0103, se \u00eencheie la fel:<\/p>\n
\u201ePoate c\u0103 omul s\u0103rac a g\u0103sit ceea ce noi, cu toat\u0103 bog\u0103\u021bia noastr\u0103, nu vom \u00een\u021belege niciodat\u0103 \u2014 taina pe care p\u0103m\u00e2ntul o d\u0103 doar celor ce tr\u0103iesc \u00een adev\u0103r.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Privirea acelei fotografii era singurul lucru care \u00eei aducea alinare. Maria fusese lumina casei, iar de c\u00e2nd ea se stinsese, curtea p\u0103rea mai pustie, c\u00e2ntatul coco\u0219ilor mai slab \u0219i serile mai lungi. Tot ce-i r\u0103m\u0103sese era amintirea ei \u0219i acel p\u0103m\u00e2nt pe care \u00eel lucra cu \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare, ca \u0219i cum fiecare brazd\u0103 ar fi fost […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7267,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7266","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\/7266","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=7266"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7268,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7266\/revisions\/7268"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}