\u00cen\u0103untru, printre buc\u0103\u021belele de prune \u0219i zah\u0103rul topit, str\u0103lucea ceva mic, rotund, ca un inel. L-a scos cu grij\u0103 \u0219i l-a \u0219ters pe un \u0219erve\u021bel. Era un inel vechi de aur, gravat cu litere mici, abia vizibile: \u201ePentru Ana, cu dragoste, 1972\u201d.<\/p>\n
A r\u0103mas cu el \u00een palm\u0103 minute bune, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie ce s\u0103 cread\u0103. Mama lui, care privea curioas\u0103, a murmurat: \u201eDoamne, \u0103sta pare un inel de logodn\u0103. Poate e al cuiva care l-a pierdut\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Medicul s-a \u00eentors imediat la ma\u0219in\u0103. Nu putea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 a\u0219a. Femeia aceea, singur\u0103 pe marginea drumului, \u00eei ap\u0103ruse \u00een minte cu ochii plini de bun\u0103tate \u0219i oboseal\u0103. A condus aproape dou\u0103 ore, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i loc. Dar b\u0103tr\u00e2na nu mai era acolo.<\/p>\n
Doar lada veche r\u0103m\u0103sese, cu c\u00e2teva borcane goale \u0219i o e\u0219arf\u0103 veche aruncat\u0103 peste ele. A \u00eentrebat prin sat, a b\u0103tut din poart\u0103 \u00een poart\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd o femeie i-a spus c\u0103 pe b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 o chema Ana \u0219i c\u0103 murise cu c\u00e2teva luni \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eCum adic\u0103? Am cump\u0103rat dulcea\u021b\u0103 de la ea azi!\u201d, a spus el, aproape strig\u00e2nd. Femeia s-a uitat la el lung, apoi a z\u00e2mbit cu triste\u021be: \u201eMul\u021bi spun c\u0103 o mai v\u0103d uneori. Era s\u0103rman\u0103 tare. Vindea dulcea\u021b\u0103 pe marginea drumului, s\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u0103 bani pentru morm\u00e2ntul b\u0103rbatului ei. El i-a d\u0103ruit un inel de aur c\u00e2nd s-au logodit\u2026 \u0219i l-a pierdut. De-atunci, n-a mai fost la fel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chirurgul a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat. Sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge pieptul. Inelul din buzunar \u00eei p\u0103rea dintr-odat\u0103 fierbinte. A mers la cimitir, unde femeia i-a ar\u0103tat morm\u00e2ntul. A \u00eengenuncheat acolo \u0219i a scos inelul. L-a pus pe piatra rece \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201eCred c\u0103 a\u021bi vrut s\u0103-l g\u0103sesc. Promit c\u0103 nu-l voi l\u0103sa s\u0103 se piard\u0103 din nou.\u201d<\/p>\n
A l\u0103sat inelul acolo, printre flori uscate \u0219i o lum\u00e2nare stins\u0103. C\u00e2nd s-a ridicat, a sim\u021bit un v\u00e2nt bl\u00e2nd care i-a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103, ca o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors acas\u0103, mama lui a \u00eentrebat: \u201eAi g\u0103sit-o?\u201d
\u201eDa\u201d, a spus el simplu. \u201e\u0218i cred c\u0103 am f\u0103cut ce trebuia.\u201d<\/p>\n
Din ziua aceea, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 cumpere dulcea\u021b\u0103 doar de la b\u0103tr\u00e2ni \u0219i oameni simpli, de prin satele pe unde ajungea. Spunea c\u0103 fiecare borcan ascunde o poveste. Iar c\u00e2nd cineva \u00eel \u00eentreba de ce, r\u0103spundea mereu cu acela\u0219i z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd:<\/p>\n
\u201ePentru c\u0103 uneori, \u0219i dintr-un borcan de dulcea\u021b\u0103 po\u021bi descoperi o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 de iubire.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00cen\u0103untru, printre buc\u0103\u021belele de prune \u0219i zah\u0103rul topit, str\u0103lucea ceva mic, rotund, ca un inel. L-a scos cu grij\u0103 \u0219i l-a \u0219ters pe un \u0219erve\u021bel. Era un inel vechi de aur, gravat cu litere mici, abia vizibile: \u201ePentru Ana, cu dragoste, 1972\u201d. A r\u0103mas cu el \u00een palm\u0103 minute bune, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie ce s\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8843,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stiri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842","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=8842"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8844,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842\/revisions\/8844"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8843"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}