\u00cen zilele care au urmat, casa Linei s-a umplut de o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. De c\u00e2nd Andrei fusese adus din spital, p\u0103rea c\u0103 aerul se schimbase. Era ceva \u00een el \u2014 o noble\u021be, o fine\u021be \u00een gesturi, de parc\u0103 omul \u0103sta n-ar fi dormit vreodat\u0103 pe o banc\u0103, ci \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 mare, cu biblioteci \u0219i pian.<\/p>\n
Fiul ei, Radu, \u00eel privea cu suspiciune.
\u201eMam\u0103, n-ai idee cine e. Poate fuge de ceva. Poate e periculos.\u201d
Lina \u00eei r\u0103spundea mereu calm: \u201ePericulos e omul f\u0103r\u0103 inim\u0103, nu cel care mul\u021bume\u0219te pentru o farfurie de ciorb\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei, \u00eentre timp, \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u0219i aduc\u0103 aminte. \u00cen fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103, st\u0103tea pe balcon, privind copacii. Uneori murmura ceva despre \u201efotosintez\u0103\u201d sau \u201esol acid\u201d. Alteori, degetele lui se mi\u0219cau \u00een aer ca \u0219i cum ar c\u00e2nta la pian.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, Lina l-a g\u0103sit \u00een sufragerie, la pianul vechi al mamei ei. Nu-l mai atinsese nimeni de ani. Andrei c\u00e2nta \u201eClair de Lune\u201d, cu o precizie care i-a t\u0103iat respira\u021bia.
\u201eDe unde \u0219tii melodia asta?\u201d
El s-a oprit, \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2na la t\u00e2mple \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201eNu \u0219tiu\u2026 pur \u0219i simplu o simt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Radu s-a nelini\u0219tit tot mai mult. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 caute pe internet numele strigat de str\u0103in: \u201eSergiu Verhovski\u201d. A\u0219a a aflat. Profesor universitar de biologie, disp\u0103rut f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103. Ultima dat\u0103 fusese v\u0103zut \u00een apropierea unei sta\u021bii de cercetare din mun\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u201eMam\u0103, e el! Uite poza!\u201d
Lina a privit ecranul. Chipul era aproape identic. Doar privirea p\u0103rea alta \u2014 mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103, mai pierdut\u0103.
\u201eChiar dac\u0103 e el\u2026 ce facem? \u00cel d\u0103m afar\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
A doua zi, Radu s-a dus la poli\u021bie. C\u00e2nd a revenit acas\u0103, dou\u0103 ma\u0219ini st\u0103teau \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii. Din una a cobor\u00e2t un b\u0103rbat \u00een costum, cu un aer rece, autoritar.
\u201eDomnul Verhovski\u201d, a spus el, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd un act. \u201eLucrez pentru institutul unde a\u021bi fost cercet\u0103tor. Ne bucur\u0103m c\u0103 v-am g\u0103sit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei, sau Sergiu, s-a ridicat \u00eencet. P\u0103rea confuz, dar \u0219i speriat.
\u201eEu\u2026 nu mai sunt acela\u0219i om\u201d, a spus.
\u201eBa da, domnule profesor\u201d, a r\u0103spuns b\u0103rbatul cu un z\u00e2mbet fals. \u201e\u0218i avem nevoie de dumneavoastr\u0103. E ceva ce doar dumneavoastr\u0103 \u0219ti\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lina a sim\u021bit un fior. Omul acela nu vorbea ca un coleg, ci ca un paznic. \u00cen privirea lui era ceva ce nu-i pl\u0103cea.
\u201eAndrei, dac\u0103 nu vrei s\u0103 mergi, nu merge\u201d, a spus ea hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.
Dar el a z\u00e2mbit amar. \u201eTrebuie s\u0103 aflu adev\u0103rul, Lina.\u201d<\/p>\n
Au plecat \u00een seara aceea. C\u00e2teva zile, nimeni n-a mai auzit nimic. P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd la poarta casei a venit un plic f\u0103r\u0103 expeditor. \u00cen\u0103untru era o fotografie. Andrei \u2014 sau Sergiu \u2014 \u00eentr-un halat alb, z\u00e2mbind \u00een fa\u021ba unei serii de plante ciudate, luminate de lumini verzi. Pe spate, scris tremurat, era doar at\u00e2t:<\/p>\n
\u201eMul\u021bume\u0219te-i fiului t\u0103u. Avea dreptate. Nu eram cine credeam.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lina a sim\u021bit cum i se str\u00e2nge inima. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 sau s\u0103 se team\u0103. Apoi a \u00eentors fotografia din nou, privindu-l pe b\u0103rbatul din imagine. \u00cen col\u021bul pozei se vedea o fereastr\u0103 deschis\u0103 \u0219i dincolo de ea \u2014 un peisaj de munte.<\/p>\n
Poate era o promisiune. Poate o avertizare.<\/p>\n
\u00cen serile care au urmat, Lina a l\u0103sat mereu lumina aprins\u0103 \u00een curte. \u00cen ad\u00e2ncul sufletului, \u0219tia c\u0103 Andrei va reveni. Dar dac\u0103 o va face, nu va mai fi acela\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u0218i totu\u0219i, \u00eentr-o noapte de iarn\u0103, c\u00e2nd ninsoarea acoperea totul \u00een alb, s-a auzit un c\u00e2ntec de pian venind dinspre curte. Lina a ie\u0219it afar\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd. Pe banca din fa\u021ba casei, un om \u00een palton st\u0103tea cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, iar melodia plutea u\u0219or \u00een aer.<\/p>\n
Era el.
Dar c\u00e2nd s-a apropiat, b\u0103rbatul a ridicat privirea \u0219i a spus doar at\u00e2t:
\u201eMul\u021bumesc c\u0103 m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 fiu om.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a ridicat \u0219i a plecat \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 doar urma pa\u0219ilor \u0219i o lini\u0219te ad\u00e2nc\u0103, ca o pagin\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103.<\/p>\n
De atunci, \u00een fiecare iarn\u0103, Lina las\u0103 un buchet de flori l\u00e2ng\u0103 banca din curte.
\u0218i, uneori, c\u00e2nd ninge lin, jur\u0103 c\u0103 aude iar pianul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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