Ion a intrat \u00een cas\u0103 \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 zgomot. Nu voia s\u0103-\u0219i trezeasc\u0103 so\u021bia sau feti\u021bele. Dar c\u00e2nd a deschis u\u0219a, a sim\u021bit un curent rece, de parc\u0103 toate ferestrele ar fi fost larg deschise. \u00cen\u0103untru era o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. Nici un fo\u0219net, nici o respira\u021bie.<\/p>\n
A strigat u\u0219or: \u201eMario, e\u0219ti treaz\u0103?\u201d Dar niciun r\u0103spuns. Doar lemnele trosneau u\u0219or \u00een sob\u0103. A f\u0103cut c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u0219i a v\u0103zut cana cu ceai r\u0103sturnat\u0103 pe mas\u0103, iar farfuria cu biscui\u021bi neatins\u0103.<\/p>\n
Inima i-a \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103 cu putere. A intrat \u00een camera unde dormeau so\u021bia \u0219i feti\u021bele. Patul era gol. Doar pernele erau u\u0219or mototolite, ca \u0219i cum cineva s-ar fi ridicat de cur\u00e2nd. Pe podea, o urm\u0103 mic\u0103, ud\u0103, de picior de copil. Apoi alta. \u0218i alta. Urmele duceau p\u00e2n\u0103 la u\u0219a din spate, care era \u00eentredeschis\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ion a ie\u0219it \u00een grab\u0103 afar\u0103. Aerul dimine\u021bii era rece \u0219i dens. Urmele se pierduser\u0103 \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103, dar \u00een dep\u0103rtare a z\u0103rit ceva mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se printre copaci. A luat lanterna \u0219i s-a apropiat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns aproape, a \u00eenlemnit. So\u021bia lui st\u0103tea \u00een genunchi l\u00e2ng\u0103 un copac, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021be una dintre feti\u021be. Cealalt\u0103 feti\u021b\u0103 era l\u00e2ng\u0103 ele, privind fix spre el. Dar \u00een ochii lor era ceva ciudat… nu p\u0103reau copii obi\u0219nui\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mario, ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat? a \u00eentrebat el, abia \u0219optind.<\/p>\n
Femeia s-a \u00eentors \u00eencet spre el. Avea lacrimi pe obraji, dar \u0219i un z\u00e2mbet ciudat, cum nu-i mai v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103.
\u2014 Ion… ele… ele mi-au spus c\u0103 nu mai trebuie s\u0103 suf\u0103r. \u0218i m-am ridicat… m-am ridicat singur\u0103!<\/p>\n
Ion s-a uitat uluit. So\u021bia lui, care de ani buni nu mai putea merge, st\u0103tea acum \u00een picioare, \u021bin\u00e2nd feti\u021ba de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce vorbe\u0219ti, Mario? Cum adic\u0103 s-au ridicat? Ce sunt ele?<\/p>\n
Feti\u021bele s-au apropiat de el, z\u00e2mbind u\u0219or. Una dintre ele i-a spus cu o voce bl\u00e2nd\u0103, dar nelumeasc\u0103:
\u2014 Nu-\u021bi fie fric\u0103, nene Ion. Noi doar am venit s\u0103 o ajut\u0103m. Acum putem pleca.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot, f\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2nt, f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103, s-au f\u0103cut nev\u0103zute. Ca \u0219i cum aerul le-ar fi \u00eenghi\u021bit.<\/p>\n
So\u021bia lui a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een hohote. El a luat-o \u00een bra\u021be, tremur\u00e2nd. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 s\u0103 se bucure sau s\u0103 se team\u0103.<\/p>\n
Au stat acolo mult timp, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic. Doar v\u00e2ntul adia u\u0219or printre brazi, iar soarele r\u0103s\u0103rea peste p\u0103durea alb\u0103.<\/p>\n
De atunci, Ion n-a mai g\u0103sit niciodat\u0103 urme ale fetelor. Dar \u00een fiecare iarn\u0103, exact \u00een aceea\u0219i zi, pe geamul lor se formeaz\u0103 dou\u0103 amprente mici, ca ni\u0219te palme de copil.<\/p>\n
Iar Mario spune mereu acela\u0219i lucru, privindu-le cu un z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd:
\u2014 Ele nu au disp\u0103rut. Doar s-au \u00eentors acolo de unde au venit.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, de fiecare dat\u0103, Ion \u00ee\u0219i face semnul crucii, murmur\u00e2nd:
\u2014 Dumnezeu s\u0103 le aib\u0103 \u00een paz\u0103… cine-or fi fost ele.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ion a intrat \u00een cas\u0103 \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 zgomot. Nu voia s\u0103-\u0219i trezeasc\u0103 so\u021bia sau feti\u021bele. Dar c\u00e2nd a deschis u\u0219a, a sim\u021bit un curent rece, de parc\u0103 toate ferestrele ar fi fost larg deschise. \u00cen\u0103untru era o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. Nici un fo\u0219net, nici o respira\u021bie. A strigat u\u0219or: \u201eMario, e\u0219ti treaz\u0103?\u201d Dar niciun […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9115,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9114","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\/9114","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=9114"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9116,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9114\/revisions\/9116"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}