Olga trase aer ad\u00e2nc \u00een piept \u0219i se sprijini de sp\u0103tarul scaunului. Sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge g\u00e2tul, dar nu mai avea de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. Lacrimile \u0219i le l\u0103sase \u00een urm\u0103, acolo, \u00een vechiul apartament, c\u00e2nd a \u00eenchis u\u0219a dup\u0103 ea pentru ultima dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doamn\u0103 Zinaida, \u2014 spuse ea \u00eencet, dar ferm, \u2014 poate ar fi timpul s\u0103 \u00een\u021belege\u021bi c\u0103 eu nu m\u0103 mai \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n
Femeia ridic\u0103 spr\u00e2ncenele, uluit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 asta? Cum adic\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci? Familia nu se p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te a\u0219a, dintr-un moft!<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu e un moft. \u2014 Olga \u00ee\u0219i \u021binu vocea calm\u0103. \u2014 E lini\u0219tea mea.<\/p>\n
Soacra o privi cu dispre\u021b, ca \u0219i cum ar fi auzit cea mai mare prostie din lume.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lini\u0219tea? Pe lini\u0219te nu se m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103, fat\u0103 drag\u0103! \u2014 izbucni ea. \u2014 Nicu munce\u0219te zi \u0219i noapte, iar tu te joci de-a libertatea!<\/p>\n
Olga se ridic\u0103 \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Eu am muncit tot timpul, doamn\u0103 Zinaida. Poate n-a\u021bi observat, dar \u0219i femeile de azi lucreaz\u0103. \u0218i, \u00eentre timp, \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103tesc singure, \u00ee\u0219i pl\u0103tesc facturile singure, \u0219i da \u2014 \u00ee\u0219i c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103 lini\u0219tea singure.<\/p>\n
Pentru o clip\u0103, \u00een ochii Zinaidei sclipi ceva \u2014 furie, neputin\u021b\u0103, poate chiar ru\u0219ine. Dar m\u00e2ndria ei n-o l\u0103s\u0103 s\u0103 cedeze.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vezi-\u021bi de ale tale, \u2014 spuse ea sec, lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i geanta. \u2014 Dar nu uita c\u0103 ai distrus via\u021ba unui b\u0103rbat bun.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a se tr\u00e2nti, iar t\u0103cerea care r\u0103mase \u00een urm\u0103 p\u0103ru un balsam. Olga se pr\u0103bu\u0219i pe scaun \u0219i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, z\u00e2mbi. Un z\u00e2mbet mic, dar sincer.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ziua aceea, Olga hot\u0103r\u00ee c\u0103 nu-\u0219i va mai cere scuze pentru c\u0103 a ales s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 altfel. \u00cen urm\u0103toarele luni, \u00ee\u0219i amenaj\u0103 apartamentul a\u0219a cum visase mereu: perdele deschise la culoare, ghivece cu flori la geam \u0219i un col\u021b mic de lucru pentru pasiunea ei \u2013 pictura.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd afar\u0103 ploua \u0219i v\u00e2ntul b\u0103tea \u00een geam, Olga aprinse o lum\u00e2nare \u0219i privi tablourile de pe perete. Fiecare dintre ele spunea o poveste: durere, libertate, rena\u0219tere. Toate adunate \u00eentr-un singur destin \u2013 al ei.<\/p>\n
Telefonul vibra. \u201eNicu\u201d \u2014 scria pe ecran. O clip\u0103 se uit\u0103 la nume, apoi ap\u0103s\u0103 butonul ro\u0219u. Inima \u00eei era \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Anii trecur\u0103, \u0219i \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 de var\u0103, Olga deschise atelierul ei de pictur\u0103. Pe u\u0219\u0103, o firm\u0103 mic\u0103 din lemn spunea simplu: \u201eUn nou \u00eenceput\u201d<\/strong>.<\/p>\n \u00cen fiecare zi, intra cineva cu o poveste \u2014 o mam\u0103 care visa s\u0103-\u0219i decoreze camera copilului, un t\u00e2n\u0103r care voia un tablou pentru iubita lui, o femeie care c\u0103uta ceva care s\u0103-i aduc\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. Olga \u00eei asculta pe to\u021bi. Le oferea culori acolo unde via\u021ba le d\u0103duse gri.<\/p>\n \u00centr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103, \u00een timp ce picta un apus peste un lan de gr\u00e2u, o doamn\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 intr\u0103 \u00een atelier.<\/p>\n \u2014 Ce frumos miroase a vopsea, \u2014 spuse ea. \u2014 \u0218ti\u021bi, \u0219i fiul meu picteaz\u0103. Dar i-a lipsit mereu curajul.<\/p>\n Olga z\u00e2mbi.<\/p>\n \u2014 Curajul se g\u0103se\u0219te, dac\u0103 \u0219tii unde s\u0103 cau\u021bi, \u2014 r\u0103spunse ea.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd femeia plec\u0103, Olga se uit\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103 \u0219i v\u0103zu cum lumina apusului se \u00eentinde peste ora\u0219. Sim\u021bi \u00een piept o lini\u0219te cald\u0103, una pe care o c\u0103utase ani de zile.<\/p>\n \u0218i atunci, pentru prima dat\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i spuse \u00een g\u00e2nd: Apoi \u0219i-a \u0219ters m\u00e2inile de \u0219or\u021b, a luat pensula \u0219i a ad\u0103ugat pe p\u00e2nz\u0103 o nou\u0103 culoare \u2014 culoarea libert\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Olga trase aer ad\u00e2nc \u00een piept \u0219i se sprijini de sp\u0103tarul scaunului. Sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge g\u00e2tul, dar nu mai avea de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. Lacrimile \u0219i le l\u0103sase \u00een urm\u0103, acolo, \u00een vechiul apartament, c\u00e2nd a \u00eenchis u\u0219a dup\u0103 ea pentru ultima dat\u0103. \u2014 Doamn\u0103 Zinaida, \u2014 spuse ea \u00eencet, dar ferm, \u2014 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8490,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8489","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\/8489","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=8489"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8491,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8489\/revisions\/8491"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u201eBunico, ai avut dreptate. C\u00e2nd ai col\u021bul t\u0103u \u0219i munca ta, nu mai poate nimeni s\u0103 te doboare.\u201d<\/p>\n