Irina a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103, privind chipul b\u0103rbatului pe care c\u00e2ndva \u00eel iubise mai mult dec\u00e2t orice. \u00cen mintea ei, ceva s-a rupt. Nu mai era furie, nici lacrimi. Doar o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103, ca dup\u0103 o furtun\u0103 care a luat totul cu ea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Oleg, \u2014 a spus ea \u00eencet, \u2014 tu chiar crezi c\u0103 omul poate tr\u0103i \u00een dou\u0103 lumi \u00een acela\u0219i timp?<\/p>\n
El a z\u00e2mbit cu superioritate, de parc\u0103 vorbele ei erau doar un moft.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Irina, tu mereu ai fost idealist\u0103. Via\u021ba e mai simpl\u0103. Lumea s-a schimbat. Trebuie s\u0103 ne adapt\u0103m.<\/p>\n
Ea s-a ridicat, \u0219i-a netezit rochia \u0219i s-a uitat spre gr\u0103din\u0103. Fluturii zburau printre flori, iar aerul mirosea a iarb\u0103 proasp\u0103t t\u0103iat\u0103. \u00cen spatele acelor lucruri obi\u0219nuite, via\u021ba lor se destr\u0103ma \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, Irina n-a spus nimic. A dormit pe marginea patului, cu spatele la el. Diminea\u021ba, c\u00e2nd Oleg plecase deja, a f\u0103cut o cafea tare, s-a a\u0219ezat la masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u0219i a privit lung prin geam.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103zeci de ani de via\u021b\u0103 comun\u0103. Dou\u0103zeci de ani de compromisuri, de speran\u021be, de t\u0103ceri. Iar acum, totul se reducea la o simpl\u0103 propozi\u021bie: \u201eO s\u0103 o aduc \u0219i pe ea aici.\u201d<\/p>\n
Irina s-a ridicat, a deschis dulapul \u0219i a scos cutia cu fotografii. Copiii mici, excursii, Cr\u0103ciunuri, z\u00e2mbete. \u00cen fiecare imagine, Oleg o \u021binea \u00een bra\u021be, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost centrul universului lui. Apoi a \u00eenchis cutia \u0219i a spus doar at\u00e2t: \u201eDestul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele zile, a t\u0103cut. Nu s-a certat, nu a f\u0103cut scene. A \u00eenceput, \u00eens\u0103, s\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u0103 lucruri m\u0103runte \u2014 o carte, o can\u0103 preferat\u0103, dosare cu acte. Nimeni n-ar fi observat.<\/p>\n
Vineri diminea\u021b\u0103, l-a a\u0219teptat pe Oleg la micul dejun.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai decis? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el, turn\u00e2ndu-\u0219i cafeaua.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, \u2014 a spus ea simplu. \u2014 Am decis s\u0103 plec.<\/p>\n
El a clipit, uluit. \u2014 Pleci? Unde?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde vreau, \u2014 a spus ea. \u2014 Tu ai ales s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti cu altcineva sub acela\u0219i acoperi\u0219. Eu aleg s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc cu mine.<\/p>\n
A fost pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een mul\u021bi ani c\u00e2nd vocea ei a sunat at\u00e2t de sigur. A pus cea\u0219ca \u00een chiuvet\u0103 \u0219i a ie\u0219it pe u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
A plecat \u00een ora\u0219ul unde lucra fiica ei cea mare. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 predea art\u0103 la un liceu \u0219i, \u00eencet, \u0219i-a construit o via\u021b\u0103 nou\u0103. Mai simpl\u0103, dar adev\u0103rat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Uneori, primea mesaje de la Oleg. Scurte, seci. \u201eCum e\u0219ti?\u201d, \u201eCasa e pustie f\u0103r\u0103 tine.\u201d Niciodat\u0103 nu a r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, \u00een drum spre galerie, a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 o femeie care sem\u0103na izbitor cu ea de odinioar\u0103 \u2014 gr\u0103bit\u0103, preocupat\u0103, cu ochii obosi\u021bi. A z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or \u0219i \u0219i-a spus: \u201eAm fost \u0219i eu a\u0219a c\u00e2ndva.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apoi a ridicat capul \u0219i a continuat s\u0103 mearg\u0103, cu pa\u0219i u\u0219ori, \u0219tiind c\u0103, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, a ales libertatea \u00een locul unei colivii aurite.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, Irina s-a sim\u021bit din nou vie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Irina a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103, privind chipul b\u0103rbatului pe care c\u00e2ndva \u00eel iubise mai mult dec\u00e2t orice. \u00cen mintea ei, ceva s-a rupt. Nu mai era furie, nici lacrimi. Doar o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103, ca dup\u0103 o furtun\u0103 care a luat totul cu ea. \u2014 Oleg, \u2014 a spus ea \u00eencet, \u2014 tu chiar crezi c\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8765,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8764","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\/8764","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=8764"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8764\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8766,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8764\/revisions\/8766"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8765"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}