{"id":8817,"date":"2025-10-13T11:13:13","date_gmt":"2025-10-13T11:13:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=8817"},"modified":"2025-10-13T11:13:13","modified_gmt":"2025-10-13T11:13:13","slug":"un-barbat-si-a-parasit-sotia-pentru-sefa-lui","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=8817","title":{"rendered":"Un b\u0103rbat \u0219i-a p\u0103r\u0103sit so\u021bia pentru \u0219efa lui."},"content":{"rendered":"<p data-start=\"5127\" data-end=\"5454\">medicina ofer\u0103 solu\u021bii, c\u0103 exist\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. El a fost crud: i-a spus c\u0103 problema e ea. U\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit ca o lovitur\u0103 de v\u00e2nt rece. Diana a pl\u00e2ns \u00een pern\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 n-a mai putut.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"5127\" data-end=\"5454\">Trecuser\u0103 luni, dar lini\u0219tea din apartament o strivea. Nici pensulele, nici culorile nu mai aveau sens. C\u00e2nd mergea la \u0219coal\u0103, z\u00e2mbea mecanic. Copiii o iubeau, dar \u00een privirea ei era un gol. Uneori, se \u00eentorcea acas\u0103 \u0219i deschidea sertarul unde p\u0103stra plicul cu rezultatul. \u00cel atingea ca pe o ran\u0103 veche, apoi \u00eel punea la loc.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"5456\" data-end=\"5635\">Mama ei venea uneori s\u0103 o vad\u0103, aduc\u00e2ndu-i ciorb\u0103 \u0219i flori de la pia\u021b\u0103. \u201eO s\u0103 treac\u0103, mam\u0103. Timpul vindec\u0103\u201d, \u00eei spunea bl\u00e2nd. Dar Diana nu credea \u00een timp. Credea doar \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"5637\" data-end=\"6134\">\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 ploioas\u0103, a plecat spre lacul unde \u00eel \u00eent\u00e2lnise prima oar\u0103 pe Andrei. Frunzele ude se lipeau de bocanci, cerul era plumburiu. S-a a\u0219ezat pe acela\u0219i butuc, privind oglinda apei. A pl\u00e2ns, dar lacrimile nu i-au adus alinare. \u00cen buzunar avea un carne\u021bel vechi. L-a deschis \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 deseneze. Din m\u00e2na ei a prins contur o femeie care \u021binea \u00een bra\u021be doi copii identici, cu p\u0103rul ciufulit \u0219i z\u00e2mbet larg. A tres\u0103rit, sim\u021bind un fior straniu, ca \u0219i cum desenul ar fi prins via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"6136\" data-end=\"6416\">\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, a pictat mereu aceea\u0219i imagine \u2014 doi gemeni, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 lac. \u00cen fiecare tablou, lumina se schimba: uneori era diminea\u021b\u0103, alteori amurg. Profesorii de la institut au observat transformarea ei \u0219i i-au propus o mic\u0103 expozi\u021bie. Diana a ezitat, dar a acceptat.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"6418\" data-end=\"6632\">Seara vernisajului, oamenii priveau fascina\u021bi lucr\u0103rile. Un b\u0103rbat \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 s-a apropiat de ea \u0219i i-a spus: \u201eCopiii \u0103\u0219tia&#8230; au ceva divin. Par vii.\u201d Diana a z\u00e2mbit amar: \u201ePoate sunt visele care nu s-au n\u0103scut.\u201d<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"6634\" data-end=\"6911\">C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, Andrei a reap\u0103rut. \u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, cu privirea pierdut\u0103. Loredana \u00eel p\u0103r\u0103sise dup\u0103 un scandal \u00een firm\u0103, iar mama lui murise. Venise s\u0103 rezolve mo\u0219tenirea bunicii Dianei, dar c\u00e2nd a intrat \u00een apartament, a v\u0103zut pe pere\u021bi zeci de tablouri cu cei doi copii.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"6913\" data-end=\"7071\">S-a oprit, neput\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i ia ochii de la ele. \u201eCine sunt?\u201d a \u00eentrebat.<br data-start=\"6983\" data-end=\"6986\" \/>\u201eNu \u0219tiu exact\u201d, a spus Diana lini\u0219tit, \u201edar vin la mine \u00een vis de c\u00e2nd ai plecat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7073\" data-end=\"7254\">Andrei a t\u0103cut. S-a apropiat de un tablou \u0219i a atins chipul unuia dintre b\u0103ie\u021bi. I s-au umezit ochii. \u201ePar&#8230; ai mei.\u201d<br data-start=\"7191\" data-end=\"7194\" \/>\u201eNu\u201d, a r\u0103spuns ea bl\u00e2nd. \u201eSunt ai mei. Din sufletul meu.\u201d<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7256\" data-end=\"7403\">\u00cen acea clip\u0103, Diana a sim\u021bit ceva eliberator. Nu mai era fata care pl\u00e2ngea noaptea. Era femeia care supravie\u021buise. I-a \u00eenm\u00e2nat actele, f\u0103r\u0103 ur\u0103.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7405\" data-end=\"7540\">Andrei a vrut s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva, dar cuvintele i s-au oprit \u00een g\u00e2t. A plecat t\u0103cut, iar u\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis \u00eencet, ca o fil\u0103 care se \u00eentoarce.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7542\" data-end=\"7756\">Dup\u0103 plecarea lui, Diana a r\u0103mas \u00een mijlocul camerei, privind tablourile. Lumina apusului se juca peste fe\u021bele copiilor picta\u021bi, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i s\u0103 par\u0103 reali. \u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, a z\u00e2mbit cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7758\" data-end=\"7898\">A ie\u0219it apoi afar\u0103, spre lac. Aerul mirosea a ploaie proasp\u0103t\u0103. S-a a\u0219ezat pe acela\u0219i butuc, privind cerul care se colora \u00een roz \u0219i auriu.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"7900\" data-end=\"8133\" data-is-last-node=\"\" data-is-only-node=\"\">\u00cen lini\u0219tea aceea, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 via\u021ba nu se terminase, doar \u00eencepuse din nou \u2014 mai simpl\u0103, mai curat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 promisiuni de\u0219arte. \u0218i undeva, \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului, a \u0219tiut c\u0103, uneori, cele mai frumoase crea\u021bii se nasc tocmai din durere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>medicina ofer\u0103 solu\u021bii, c\u0103 exist\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. El a fost crud: i-a spus c\u0103 problema e ea. U\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit ca o lovitur\u0103 de v\u00e2nt rece. Diana a pl\u00e2ns \u00een pern\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 n-a mai putut. Trecuser\u0103 luni, dar lini\u0219tea din apartament o strivea. Nici pensulele, nici culorile nu mai aveau sens. C\u00e2nd mergea la \u0219coal\u0103, z\u00e2mbea [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8818,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8817","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\/8817","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=8817"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8817\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8819,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8817\/revisions\/8819"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}