Tamara nu era ca celelalte fete. Avea ochii verzi ca iarba dup\u0103 ploaie \u0219i un z\u00e2mbet care \u00eenc\u0103lzea sufletul. Pavel a sim\u021bit imediat o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103, ca \u0219i cum toate zbuciumurile lui se potoleau \u00een prezen\u021ba ei. Ea l-a salutat simplu:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Salut, Pasha. Am v\u0103zut cum te-ai purtat cu Elena. Vrei s\u0103 bei ceva?<\/p>\n
\u00cent\u00e2lnirile lor au \u00eenceput timid, la ceain\u0103ria din col\u021b, unde se servea \u0219i pl\u0103cint\u0103 cu mere ca pe vremuri. Pavel a \u00eenceput s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103 despre copil\u0103ria lui, despre umilin\u021bele \u0219i dezam\u0103girile prin care trecuse. Tamara asculta, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 sau s\u0103 judece, doar cu o aten\u021bie care \u00eel f\u0103cea s\u0103 se simt\u0103 \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce zilele treceau, Pavel se descoperea. \u00ce\u0219i aducea aminte de gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103, de juc\u0103riile luate cu for\u021ba, \u0219i sim\u021bea c\u0103 toate acele r\u0103ni \u00eel f\u0103cuser\u0103 mai puternic. Tamara \u00eel \u00eencuraja, \u00eel sprijinea. \u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd mergeau pe str\u0103zile luminate slab de felinare, Pavel a sim\u021bit c\u0103 poate s\u0103-i arate totul, f\u0103r\u0103 fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tii, Pasha \u2014 a spus Tamara, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u2014 fiecare om are un moment \u00een care trebuie s\u0103 lase trecutul \u00een urm\u0103. Tu e\u0219ti aici \u0219i acum.<\/p>\n
Pavel a z\u00e2mbit, pentru prima dat\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103. A sim\u021bit cum triste\u021bea lui veche se tope\u0219te, ca z\u0103pada prim\u0103vara. \u0218tia c\u0103, de data asta, nu va fi r\u0103nit, pentru c\u0103 ceea ce sim\u021bea era sincer \u0219i reciproc.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 de duminic\u0103, Pavel a preg\u0103tit micul dejun. Era simplu: ou\u0103, p\u00e2ine de cas\u0103 \u0219i ceai de ment\u0103. C\u00e2nd Tamara a intrat, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 toate grijile s-au spulberat. S-au a\u0219ezat la mas\u0103 \u0219i au \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103, glumele lor curg\u00e2nd ca un r\u00e2u limpede.<\/p>\n
Mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een timp ce mergeau pe malul r\u00e2ului, Tamara s-a oprit \u0219i l-a privit drept \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pasha, \u0219tiu c\u0103 via\u021ba \u021bi-a dat multe lovituri, dar uite-ne aici. \u00cempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci, pentru prima dat\u0103, Pavel a sim\u021bit c\u0103 adev\u0103rata iubire nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een \u00een\u0103l\u021bime, frumuse\u021be sau trecut, ci \u00een sinceritate \u0219i curaj. A luat-o de m\u00e2n\u0103, \u0219i am\u00e2ndoi au privit apusul peste satul lor, \u0219tiind c\u0103 nimic nu-i va mai desp\u0103r\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Era \u00eenceputul unei iubiri simple, dar puternice, \u00een care fiecare zi aducea alinare \u0219i bucurie, iar Pavel \u0219tia c\u0103 de data aceasta, inima lui nu mai era \u00een pericol. Via\u021ba \u00eei d\u0103duse o lec\u021bie, \u0219i acum \u00eenv\u0103\u021base s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103, \u00een felul cel mai autentic, rom\u00e2nesc \u0219i pur.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tamara nu era ca celelalte fete. Avea ochii verzi ca iarba dup\u0103 ploaie \u0219i un z\u00e2mbet care \u00eenc\u0103lzea sufletul. Pavel a sim\u021bit imediat o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103, ca \u0219i cum toate zbuciumurile lui se potoleau \u00een prezen\u021ba ei. Ea l-a salutat simplu: \u2014 Salut, Pasha. Am v\u0103zut cum te-ai purtat cu Elena. Vrei s\u0103 bei ceva? […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8190,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8189","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\/8189","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=8189"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8191,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8189\/revisions\/8191"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8190"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}