C\u00e2nd Sofia a ridicat m\u00e2na s\u0103 cheme paza, un sunet bl\u00e2nd, dar sigur, a umplut \u00eenc\u0103perea.<\/p>\n
Matei ridicase vioara, una veche, zg\u00e2riat\u0103, scoas\u0103 din ghiozdanul lui ponosit. Arcu\u0219ul atinsese corzile, iar primele note au plutit prin aer ca o rug\u0103ciune. Toat\u0103 agita\u021bia s-a oprit. Chelnerii, invita\u021bii, chiar \u0219i femeia cu p\u0103rul argintiu \u2014 to\u021bi r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 nemi\u0219ca\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Sunetul era pur, curat, aproape ireal. De parc\u0103 dintr-un copil descul\u021b se rev\u0103rsase o muzic\u0103 ce aducea cu ea toat\u0103 suferin\u021ba \u0219i toat\u0103 speran\u021ba lumii. \u00cen ochii lui Matei nu mai era team\u0103, doar o lini\u0219te ad\u00e2nc\u0103, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost acolo, \u00een acel moment, exact unde trebuia s\u0103 fie.<\/p>\n
Oamenii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 lase paharele pe mesele de cristal, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama. O femeie a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, altcineva a clipit repede, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i ascund\u0103 lacrimile.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd ultima not\u0103 s-a stins, \u00een sal\u0103 a fost t\u0103cere. Apoi, un b\u0103rbat din spate a \u00eenceput s\u0103 aplaude. Timid la \u00eenceput, dar \u00een c\u00e2teva secunde \u00eentreaga sal\u0103 vibra de aplauze.<\/p>\n
Matei a r\u0103mas pe loc, neclintit, \u021bin\u00e2nd vioara aproape de piept. Nu z\u00e2mbea, doar \u00eenclin\u0103 u\u0219or capul, cu modestia unui om care nu \u0219tie c\u0103 a atins inimile celor din jur.<\/p>\n
Sofia se apropie din nou, dar de data asta privirea ei nu mai era plin\u0103 de dispre\u021b. Era tulburat\u0103, cu lacrimile str\u0103lucind \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 c\u00e2n\u021bi a\u0219a?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tata m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat… \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece, r\u0103spunse b\u0103iatul.<\/p>\n
Femeia r\u0103mase t\u0103cut\u0103 o clip\u0103, apoi \u00eei puse o m\u00e2n\u0103 pe um\u0103r.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vrei s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nci ceva, Matei?<\/p>\n
El cl\u0103tin\u0103 din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doar dac\u0103 pot c\u00e2nta iar.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva minute mai t\u00e2rziu, pe scen\u0103, \u00een locul orchestrei de lux, st\u0103tea b\u0103iatul descul\u021b, cu vioara lui veche. Muzica lui a umplut sala mai puternic dec\u00e2t orice discurs caritabil. Iar oamenii, ru\u0219ina\u021bi de propriile r\u00e2sete de mai devreme, au \u00eenceput s\u0103 scoat\u0103 bani, bijuterii, ce aveau la ei.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o or\u0103, pe mas\u0103 se str\u00e2nseser\u0103 mii de lei.<\/p>\n
Matei nu a luat nimic. A cerut doar o farfurie de m\u00e2ncare cald\u0103 \u0219i un loc unde s\u0103 doarm\u0103 \u00een noaptea aceea.<\/p>\n
Dar a doua zi, toate ziarele vorbeau despre el. \u201eCopilul care a f\u0103cut s\u0103 tac\u0103 o sal\u0103 plin\u0103 de milionari.\u201d<\/p>\n
Un profesor de la Conservator l-a c\u0103utat \u0219i i-a oferit o burs\u0103. Sofia a avut grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu mai doarm\u0103 niciodat\u0103 sub cerul liber.<\/p>\n
Ani mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd Matei a c\u00e2ntat la Ateneul Rom\u00e2n, \u00een prima linie se afla aceea\u0219i femeie cu p\u0103rul argintiu. C\u00e2nd aplauzele au umplut sala, ea a fost prima care s-a ridicat \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n
Iar Matei, cu vioara str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept, a z\u00e2mbit pentru prima dat\u0103. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, nu mai c\u00e2nta pentru m\u00e2ncare. C\u00e2nta pentru inimile oamenilor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd Sofia a ridicat m\u00e2na s\u0103 cheme paza, un sunet bl\u00e2nd, dar sigur, a umplut \u00eenc\u0103perea. Matei ridicase vioara, una veche, zg\u00e2riat\u0103, scoas\u0103 din ghiozdanul lui ponosit. Arcu\u0219ul atinsese corzile, iar primele note au plutit prin aer ca o rug\u0103ciune. Toat\u0103 agita\u021bia s-a oprit. Chelnerii, invita\u021bii, chiar \u0219i femeia cu p\u0103rul argintiu \u2014 to\u021bi r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9194,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9193","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\/9193","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=9193"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9195,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9193\/revisions\/9195"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9194"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}