Nicolae a \u00eencuviin\u021bat din cap, incapabil s\u0103 scoat\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. Femeia i-a z\u00e2mbit bl\u00e2nd, \u0219i-au pus hainele groase \u0219i au pornit la drum \u00eentr-o ma\u0219in\u0103 veche, care hurduca u\u0219or pe drumul de munte.<\/p>\n
Ploua m\u0103runt, iar norii cobor\u00e2ser\u0103 peste case. Nicolae privea pe geam \u0219i \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u0219i adune g\u00e2ndurile. \u00cei tremura sufletul la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103, dup\u0103 22 de ani, \u0219i-ar putea str\u00e2nge fiica \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 vreo jum\u0103tate de or\u0103, ma\u0219ina s-a oprit l\u00e2ng\u0103 o cas\u0103 mic\u0103, cu acoperi\u0219 de tabl\u0103 \u0219i o gr\u0103din\u0103 plin\u0103 de flori ofilite. Pe poart\u0103 scria \u201eFamilia Dobre\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Aici locuie\u0219te, \u2014 i-a spus femeia. \u2014 O s\u0103 v\u0103 a\u0219tept \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nicolae a cobor\u00e2t. Picioarele \u00eei erau grele, ca de plumb. S-a apropiat de poart\u0103, a \u00eempins-o \u00eencet \u0219i a p\u0103\u0219it \u00een curte. C\u00e2inele a l\u0103trat scurt, apoi s-a lini\u0219tit, ca \u0219i cum l-ar fi recunoscut.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a deschis. O femeie cu p\u0103rul prins \u0219i ochii ad\u00e2nci, obosi\u021bi, a ie\u0219it afar\u0103. S-au privit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic. Timpul p\u0103rea c\u0103 s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tat\u0103? \u2014 a rostit ea \u00eencet, cu glasul tremurat.<\/p>\n
Nicolae a dat din cap \u0219i, \u00een clipa urm\u0103toare, Elena s-a repezit \u00een bra\u021bele lui. L-a str\u00e2ns cu toat\u0103 puterea, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een hohote, iar el i-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat p\u0103rul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 poat\u0103 rosti vreun cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Au stat a\u0219a minute \u00een \u0219ir. Apoi, din u\u0219\u0103, a ap\u0103rut un b\u0103iat de vreo doisprezece ani, cu ochii alba\u0219tri ca ai Elenei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103, cine e? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el, privind curios.<\/p>\n
Elena \u0219i-a \u0219ters lacrimile \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E bunicul t\u0103u, Andrei.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul a r\u0103mas pe loc, ne\u00eencrez\u0103tor, dar Nicolae i-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na. Apoi a f\u0103cut un pas, \u0219i l-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at.<\/p>\n
A fost cea mai lung\u0103, cea mai t\u0103cut\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are din via\u021ba lor.<\/p>\n
S-au a\u0219ezat la mas\u0103, iar Elena a povestit tot. Cum, \u00een seara banchetului, un b\u0103rbat mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 o convinsese s\u0103 plece \u201es\u0103 vad\u0103 lumea\u201d. Cum fusese prins\u0103 \u00eentr-un cerc de oameni periculo\u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 acte, f\u0103r\u0103 cale de \u00eentoarcere. Cum, ani de zile, tr\u0103ise departe, ru\u0219inat\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103sise lini\u0219tea \u00eentr-un sat de munte.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mi-a fost fric\u0103 s\u0103 v\u0103 caut, \u2014 a spus ea, privind \u00een jos. \u2014 Mi-era team\u0103 c\u0103 nu m\u0103 ve\u021bi ierta.<\/p>\n
Nicolae i-a luat m\u00e2inile \u00een ale lui.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu exist\u0103 gre\u0219eal\u0103 pe care un p\u0103rinte s\u0103 nu o poat\u0103 ierta copilului s\u0103u, Elena. Ai fost, e\u0219ti \u0219i vei fi fiica mea.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ochii lui se citea toat\u0103 durerea anilor pierdu\u021bi, dar \u0219i lumina speran\u021bei reg\u0103site.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile, Elena, Andrei \u0219i Nicolae s-au \u00eentors acas\u0103, \u00een Rom\u00e2nia. Olga \u00eei a\u0219tepta \u00een prag, cu o batist\u0103 la ochi.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd \u0219i-a v\u0103zut fiica pe alee, a c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi \u0219i a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Elena a alergat spre ea, iar cele dou\u0103 s-au \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
Vecinii au ie\u0219it la por\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, dar pentru familia lor timpul se oprise din nou. Dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani de durere, casa lor era din nou plin\u0103 \u2014 de r\u00e2sete, de miros de pl\u0103cint\u0103 cu vanilie \u0219i de pace.<\/p>\n
Nicolae a \u00eenchis ochii \u00een acea sear\u0103, mul\u021bumit. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, sim\u021bea c\u0103 via\u021ba \u00eei d\u0103duse \u00eenapoi ceea ce \u00eei luase: familia.<\/p>\n
\u0218i undeva, printre fotografiile vechi, a pus una nou\u0103 \u2014 cu to\u021bi trei, z\u00e2mbind \u00een fa\u021ba casei. Pe spate a scris cu m\u00e2na tremurat\u0103:
\u201e2012. Suntem din nou \u00eempreun\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc, Doamne.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nicolae a \u00eencuviin\u021bat din cap, incapabil s\u0103 scoat\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. Femeia i-a z\u00e2mbit bl\u00e2nd, \u0219i-au pus hainele groase \u0219i au pornit la drum \u00eentr-o ma\u0219in\u0103 veche, care hurduca u\u0219or pe drumul de munte. Ploua m\u0103runt, iar norii cobor\u00e2ser\u0103 peste case. Nicolae privea pe geam \u0219i \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u0219i adune g\u00e2ndurile. \u00cei tremura sufletul la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8445,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8444","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\/8444","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=8444"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8446,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8444\/revisions\/8446"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}