C\u00e2inele nu s-a repezit, nu a m\u00e2r\u00e2it. Doar st\u0103tea acolo, leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se u\u0219or, iar privirea lui nu era deloc furioas\u0103 \u2014 era plin\u0103 de durere.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul, tremur\u00e2nd, a f\u0103cut un pas mai aproape. \u00cen jur se auzeau doar motoarele turate \u0219i claxoanele nervoase. C\u00e2inele s-a \u00eentors u\u0219or \u0219i s-a uitat spre marginea drumului. Acolo, \u00eentr-un \u0219an\u021b plin de praf, se vedea o alt\u0103 siluet\u0103 \u2014 o c\u0103\u021bea mai mic\u0103, care z\u0103cea nemi\u0219cat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci omul a \u00een\u021beles totul.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2inele nu bloca drumul de nebun. Nu era agresiv. Pur \u0219i simplu \u00ee\u0219i p\u0103zea perechea moart\u0103, lovit\u0103 probabil de o ma\u0219in\u0103.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul s-a apropiat \u0219i mai mult. Ochii c\u00e2inelui s-au umezit. Nu mai era o fiar\u0103, ci un suflet care nu voia s\u0103-\u0219i lase iubirea \u00een urm\u0103. \u0218oferii, v\u0103z\u00e2nd scena, au \u00eenceput s\u0103 coboare unul c\u00e2te unul din ma\u0219ini. Nimeni nu mai striga, nimeni nu mai claxona.<\/p>\n
\u2014 S\u0103racul\u2026 \u2014 a murmurat o femeie dintr-un Logan. \u2014 Uita\u021bi-v\u0103 la el\u2026 n-o las\u0103 singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Un t\u00e2n\u0103r a venit cu o sticl\u0103 de ap\u0103 \u0219i a pus-o l\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u00e2ine. El a mirosit sticla, dar nu a b\u0103ut. A r\u0103mas acolo, cu privirea pierdut\u0103. Doar c\u00e2nd b\u0103rbatul \u00een c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103 s-a aplecat \u0219i i-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat capul, c\u00e2inele a \u00eenchis ochii pentru o clip\u0103, ca \u0219i cum ar fi sim\u021bit c\u0103 cineva, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00eei \u00een\u021belege durerea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Hai, prietene\u2026 \u2014 i-a spus omul \u00eencet, cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103. \u2014 Las-o s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi, cu grij\u0103, s-a dus spre marginea drumului \u0219i a acoperit c\u0103\u021beaua cu o p\u0103tur\u0103 din portbagajul lui. C\u00e2inele l-a urmat, pas cu pas, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l scape din ochi. C\u00e2nd b\u0103rbatul s-a ridicat, uria\u0219ul s-a a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 el \u0219i a l\u0103trat scurt, ca un r\u0103mas-bun.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, au venit poli\u021bi\u0219tii \u0219i un echipaj de la protec\u021bia animalelor. Au blocat strada, au ridicat trupul c\u0103\u021belei \u0219i l-au dus cu grij\u0103. C\u00e2inele a mers dup\u0103 ma\u0219in\u0103, capul plecat, p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul drumului.<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu mai claxona. Unii \u0219oferi aveau lacrimi \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul \u00een c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103 a urcat \u00eenapoi \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103, dar nu a pornit imediat motorul. Se uita \u00een oglind\u0103 cum c\u00e2inele se \u00eentorcea \u00eenapoi, acolo unde o v\u0103zuse ultima dat\u0103 pe ea.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, cineva a adus flori \u00een acel loc. C\u00e2inele era tot acolo, culcat l\u00e2ng\u0103 un buchet de margarete, veghe\u00e2nd \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
A devenit un simbol al loialit\u0103\u021bii, iar oamenii din ora\u0219 i-au spus simplu: \u201eCredinciosul\u201d<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Povestea lui s-a r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit peste tot, iar pe locul acela, ani mai t\u00e2rziu, cineva a pus o plac\u0103 mic\u0103 de piatr\u0103 pe care scria: \u0218i chiar \u0219i azi, trec\u0103torii \u00eencetinesc acolo, ca s\u0103-\u0219i aduc\u0103 aminte c\u0103 uneori cele mai curate suflete nu sunt omene\u0219ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" C\u00e2inele nu s-a repezit, nu a m\u00e2r\u00e2it. Doar st\u0103tea acolo, leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se u\u0219or, iar privirea lui nu era deloc furioas\u0103 \u2014 era plin\u0103 de durere. B\u0103rbatul, tremur\u00e2nd, a f\u0103cut un pas mai aproape. \u00cen jur se auzeau doar motoarele turate \u0219i claxoanele nervoase. C\u00e2inele s-a \u00eentors u\u0219or \u0219i s-a uitat spre marginea drumului. Acolo, \u00eentr-un \u0219an\u021b […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8529,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8528","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\/8528","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=8528"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8528\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8530,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8528\/revisions\/8530"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8529"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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