C\u00e2nd s-a trezit, razele soarelui intrau pe geam \u0219i \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau chipul. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, Elena a sim\u021bit c\u0103 respir\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat. Nu mai avea ochii umfla\u021bi de pl\u00e2ns \u0219i nici g\u00e2ndurile acelea negre care o chinuiau. Se uita la tavan \u0219i z\u00e2mbea.<\/p>\n
A cobor\u00e2t din pat \u0219i a mers descul\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Bunica dormea \u00eentr-un scaun, cu \u0219alul tras pe umeri. Pe mas\u0103, mai r\u0103m\u0103sese o farfurie cu pl\u0103cinte \u0219i o can\u0103 cu lapte cald. Elena s-a a\u0219ezat \u00eencet, a mu\u0219cat dintr-o pl\u0103cint\u0103 \u0219i, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een mult timp, i s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 are gust de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 micul dejun, s-a privit din nou \u00een oglinda din hol. Sub cearc\u0103nele ad\u00e2nci, sub ridurile fine de la col\u021bul ochilor, a z\u0103rit o sc\u00e2nteie. Poate cea despre care Nazar spunea c\u0103 o pierduse. \u0218i-a legat p\u0103rul, \u0219i-a pus rochia veche de var\u0103, cea cu flori albastre, \u0219i a ie\u0219it \u00een curte. Aerul mirosea a f\u00e2n \u0219i a p\u0103m\u00e2nt ud.<\/p>\n
Pe uli\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2\u021biva vecini au salutat-o uimi\u021bi. De mult\u0103 vreme nu o mai v\u0103zuser\u0103 pe Elena r\u00e2z\u00e2nd. Ea le-a f\u0103cut cu m\u00e2na \u0219i s-a dus direct la gr\u0103din\u0103. Acolo, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 smulg\u0103 buruienile, s\u0103 ude florile, s\u0103 cure\u021be locul. Sim\u021bea cum fiecare mi\u0219care \u00eei d\u0103 putere.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva ore, bunica a ap\u0103rut \u00een prag, cu o can\u0103 de compot \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\u2014 Ce faci, feti\u021ba mea? a \u00eentrebat ea z\u00e2mbind.
\u2014 Cur\u0103\u021b trecutul, mamaie, a r\u0103spuns Elena, \u0219terg\u00e2ndu-\u0219i fruntea.<\/p>\n
Seara, au stat din nou \u00eempreun\u0103, pe banc\u0103, privind apusul. Bunica i-a povestit cum, pe vremuri, \u0219i ea fusese p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 de bunicul, dar via\u021ba i-a scos \u00een cale ceva mai bun \u2014 lini\u0219tea.
\u2014 S\u0103 nu ui\u021bi, copil\u0103, c\u0103 fericirea nu se roag\u0103 la u\u0219\u0103. Trebuie s-o cau\u021bi tu, chiar \u0219i \u00een tine, i-a spus b\u0103tr\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele zile, Elena a \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u0219i adune for\u021bele. A mers la frizerie \u00een sat, \u0219i-a tuns p\u0103rul, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-l scurt \u0219i u\u0219or ondulat. Apoi \u0219i-a vopsit unghiile, \u0219i-a cump\u0103rat o rochie nou\u0103 din t\u00e2rg \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze la c\u0103minul cultural, unde ajuta copiii din sat s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be dansuri populare.<\/p>\n
Oamenii au \u00eenceput s-o admire. \u201eUite-o pe Elena, parc\u0103 a \u00eentinerit!\u201d, se auzea la magazinul din col\u021b. Ea z\u00e2mbea \u0219i mergea mai departe, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai simt\u0103 nevoia s\u0103 explice nimic.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, \u00een timp ce repeta cu copiii pentru serbare, a intrat \u00een sal\u0103 un b\u0103rbat necunoscut, cu un bra\u021b de flori de c\u00e2mp. Era noul medic al satului, venit din Bucure\u0219ti.
\u2014 Caut pe doamna care i-a f\u0103cut pe copiii \u0103\u0219tia s\u0103 c\u00e2nte a\u0219a frumos, a spus el, z\u00e2mbind larg.
Elena a ro\u0219it u\u0219or \u0219i i-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na.
\u2014 Eu sunt, dar copiii sunt cei talenta\u021bi, nu eu.<\/p>\n
A\u0219a au \u00eenceput s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, la \u00eenceput timid, apoi tot mai des. \u00cei pl\u0103cea cum o asculta f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o judece, cum o f\u0103cea s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 efort. Nu promitea nimic, dar \u00eei aducea lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een acela\u0219i sat care o v\u0103zuse pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, Elena mergea de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu noul ei prieten pe aceea\u0219i uli\u021b\u0103. Nu mai era \u201e\u0219oarecele gri\u201d de alt\u0103dat\u0103. Avea obrajii rumeni, privirea senin\u0103 \u0219i pa\u0219ii u\u0219ori.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, st\u00e2nd la poart\u0103 cu bunica, aceasta i-a spus \u00eencet:
\u2014 \u021ai-am zis eu c\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 nou\u0103 te a\u0219teapt\u0103, doar trebuia s\u0103 deschizi u\u0219a.<\/p>\n
Elena a privit cerul, unde stelele se aprindeau una c\u00e2te una, \u0219i a r\u0103spuns:
\u2014 Da, mamaie. Doar c\u0103 de data asta… nu mai a\u0219tept pe nimeni s\u0103-mi aduc\u0103 lumina. O port eu \u00een mine.<\/p>\n
\u0218i satul, care odinioar\u0103 auzise c\u00e2ntece de jale, a \u00eenceput din nou s\u0103 r\u0103sune de r\u00e2sete, glume \u0219i voie bun\u0103. Pentru c\u0103 Elena, femeia care fusese c\u00e2ndva p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103, devenise acum simbolul unei re\u00eenvieri. Iar to\u021bi cei care o vedeau \u0219tiau un lucru sigur: uneori, sf\u00e2r\u0219itul e doar \u00eenceputul celei mai frumoase pove\u0219ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd s-a trezit, razele soarelui intrau pe geam \u0219i \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau chipul. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, Elena a sim\u021bit c\u0103 respir\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat. Nu mai avea ochii umfla\u021bi de pl\u00e2ns \u0219i nici g\u00e2ndurile acelea negre care o chinuiau. Se uita la tavan \u0219i z\u00e2mbea. A cobor\u00e2t din pat \u0219i a mers descul\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9748,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9747","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\/9747","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=9747"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9749,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9747\/revisions\/9749"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9748"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}