Eduard izbucni din nou \u00een r\u00e2s, at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ferestrele vibrau.
\u201ePerfect!\u201d, zise el, cu voce de actor \u00eentr-o pies\u0103 de prost gust. \u201ePoate ar trebui s\u0103 te \u00eenscrii \u0219i tu \u00een concurs. Cine \u0219tie, poate femeia de serviciu va descifra ce nu pot cinci oameni cu doctorate!\u201d<\/p>\n
To\u021bi au z\u00e2mbit for\u021bat, unii din team\u0103, al\u021bii din ru\u0219ine. Rosa, \u00eens\u0103, r\u0103mase t\u0103cut\u0103. Privi foaia \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp pe care Eduard o flutura arogant \u0219i sim\u021bi un fior ciudat.<\/p>\n
\u201eDomnule…\u201d, spuse ea \u00eencet. \u201ePot s\u0103 m\u0103 uit pu\u021bin la ea?\u201d
Biroul izbucni \u00een r\u00e2sete. \u201eSigur, Rosa! Poftim! Poate g\u0103se\u0219ti acolo re\u021beta pentru ciorb\u0103 de burt\u0103!\u201d, zise Eduard, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-i h\u00e2rtia.<\/p>\n
Femeia lu\u0103 documentul cu m\u00e2ini tremur\u00e2nde. Privirea i se \u00eencruci\u0219\u0103 pentru o clip\u0103, apoi se limpezi. Literele stranii de pe h\u00e2rtie p\u0103reau s\u0103 se a\u0219eze singure \u00een cuvinte cunoscute.
Se uit\u0103 mai atent.
Un simbol, apoi altul. \u0218i deodat\u0103… recunoscu ceva.<\/p>\n
\u201eAsta… asta nu e nici arab\u0103, nici chinez\u0103…\u201d, murmur\u0103 ea. \u201eE o form\u0103 veche de rom\u00e2n\u0103, domnule.\u201d
T\u0103cerea se l\u0103s\u0103 peste \u00eenc\u0103pere.<\/p>\n
Eduard ridic\u0103 o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103. \u201eCum adic\u0103 veche de rom\u00e2n\u0103? Nu spune prostii.\u201d
\u201eNu spun prostii, domnule. Uita\u021bi aici, literele astea… seam\u0103n\u0103 cu scrierea chirilic\u0103 de prin 1800. \u0218i simbolul \u0103sta… \u00eel \u0219tiu de la bunicul meu. Avea un caiet cu rug\u0103ciuni scrise a\u0219a.\u201d<\/p>\n
Traduc\u0103torii se apropiar\u0103 curio\u0219i, privindu-se \u00eentre ei. Doctora Petrescu lu\u0103 h\u00e2rtia din m\u00e2inile Rosei \u0219i clipi uimit\u0103. \u201eIncredibil… femeia are dreptate. Unele cuvinte chiar sunt de origine rom\u00e2n\u0103 veche, amestecate cu slavon\u0103 bisericeasc\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n
Eduard \u00ee\u0219i pierdu brusc z\u00e2mbetul. \u201eCe prostii sunt astea… nu e posibil.\u201d
Rosa \u00eens\u0103 continu\u0103 calm\u0103: \u201eScrie aici… c\u0103 banii \u0219i averile nu pot cump\u0103ra lini\u0219tea sufletului… \u0219i c\u0103 doar cel ce \u0219tie s\u0103 se smereasc\u0103 va fi iertat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eduard se ridic\u0103 brusc, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-i smulg\u0103 foaia din m\u00e2n\u0103, dar Rosa o \u021binea str\u00e2ns.
Privirea lui, alt\u0103dat\u0103 rece \u0219i sigur\u0103, deveni tulbure.
\u201eCine \u021bi-a spus s\u0103 spui asta?\u201d, strig\u0103 el.
\u201eNimeni, domnule. Doar am citit ce scrie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Unul dintre traduc\u0103tori, doctorul Marinescu, interveni: \u201eDomnule Stan, documentul \u0103sta… pare o scrisoare de familie. Poate chiar de la vreun str\u0103mo\u0219. Poate e testamentul moral al familiei dumneavoastr\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eduard se pr\u0103bu\u0219i pe scaun. P\u0103rea c\u0103 aerul \u00eei fusese smuls din piept. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, Eduard nu mai r\u00e2dea. Rosa l\u0103s\u0103 foaia pe birou \u0219i f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenapoi. C\u00e2nd u\u0219a se \u00eenchise \u00een urma ei, biroul care alt\u0103dat\u0103 era plin de arogan\u021b\u0103 p\u0103rea brusc gol. C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu, presa titra: Nimeni nu \u0219tia ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase exact \u00een acea zi la etajul 47. \u00cen\u0103untru erau 500.000 de lei<\/strong> \u0219i o scrisoare scurt\u0103: Eduard izbucni din nou \u00een r\u00e2s, at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ferestrele vibrau.\u201ePerfect!\u201d, zise el, cu voce de actor \u00eentr-o pies\u0103 de prost gust. \u201ePoate ar trebui s\u0103 te \u00eenscrii \u0219i tu \u00een concurs. Cine \u0219tie, poate femeia de serviciu va descifra ce nu pot cinci oameni cu doctorate!\u201d To\u021bi au z\u00e2mbit for\u021bat, unii […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8750,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8749","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\/8749","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=8749"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8749\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8751,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8749\/revisions\/8751"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8750"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8749"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8749"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8749"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u00cen mintea lui r\u0103sunau vorbele Rosei, repetate parc\u0103 de o voce nev\u0103zut\u0103: \u201eDoar cel ce \u0219tie s\u0103 se smereasc\u0103…\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
Privirea i se pierdu \u00een geamul uria\u0219, acolo unde, dincolo de zg\u00e2rie-nori, oamenii de jos \u00ee\u0219i duceau via\u021ba simpl\u0103, alerg\u00e2nd dup\u0103 autobuze, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, tr\u0103ind.
O lacrim\u0103 i se rostogoli pe obrazul neted \u0219i rece.<\/p>\n
\u201eCu voia dumneavoastr\u0103, domnule, a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 termin ce am \u00eenceput la etajul 46.\u201d
Eduard nu spuse nimic. Doar d\u0103du din cap.<\/p>\n
Traduc\u0103torii ie\u0219ir\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219te, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i cear\u0103 plata.<\/p>\n
\u201eMagnatul Eduard Stan doneaz\u0103 jum\u0103tate din avere pentru \u0219coli \u0219i spitale rurale.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
Dar Rosa, femeia de serviciu, g\u0103sise un plic \u00een dulapul ei cu un simplu bilet:
\u201ePentru c\u0103 mi-ai tradus ce nu au putut to\u021bi banii din lume.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\u201eMul\u021bumesc c\u0103 mi-ai ar\u0103tat ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat s\u0103 fii om.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"