C\u00e2nd s-a trezit, era pe mal, ud p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, cu capul greu ca plumbul. Ploaia \u00eencetase, dar \u00een aer plutea un miros amar de fum \u0219i de ars. S-a ridicat cu greu, cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se, \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 strige: \u201eLenu\u021bo! Andrei!\u201d.<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu i-a r\u0103spuns. Doar vuietul r\u00e2ului, care acum p\u0103rea c\u0103 r\u00e2de batjocoritor. A alergat p\u00e2n\u0103 la locul unde fusese cortul, dar acolo nu mai era nimic. Doar buc\u0103\u021bi ude de p\u00e2nz\u0103, r\u0103sucite prin noroi, \u0219i juc\u0103ria b\u0103iatului, un ursule\u021b mic, z\u0103c\u00e2nd cu fa\u021ba \u00een ap\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci, Vasile a \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
De atunci, a r\u0103mas singur. Nu mai pescuia pentru pl\u0103cere, ci pentru c\u0103 doar acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 r\u00e2u, sim\u021bea c\u0103 \u00eei mai aude vocile. Se mutase \u00eentr-un vagon vechi, aproape de locul blestemat, \u0219i tr\u0103ia din pe\u0219ti \u0219i din amintiri. Oamenii din sat \u00eel ocoleau. Spuneau c\u0103 s-a z\u0103p\u0103cit de durere.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00een seara asta, c\u00e2nd a scos fata din ap\u0103, parc\u0103 inima i-a tres\u0103rit pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani. Poate era un semn, \u0219i nu doar o \u00eent\u00e2mplare. Poate Dumnezeu \u00eei trimisese ocazia s\u0103 fac\u0103 ce nu putuse atunci: s\u0103 salveze o via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd fata a \u00eenceput s\u0103 geam\u0103 slab \u0219i s\u0103 se mi\u0219te, el s-a apropiat. Avea chipul palid \u0219i buzele vine\u021bii, dar era vie. \u00cei tremurau genele, ca la un copil abia trezit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti bine, domni\u0219oar\u0103? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el cu vocea stins\u0103.<\/p>\n
Fata a clipit, \u0219i lacrimile i-au curs din ochi.
\u2014 El\u2026 el a fugit\u2026 m-a l\u0103sat s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenec\u2026<\/p>\n
Vasile a str\u00e2ns pumnii, dar n-a zis nimic. A aprins mai tare focul \u0219i i-a dat c\u0103ma\u0219a lui uscat\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-a luminat de ziu\u0103, a v\u0103zut \u00een geanta fetei un portofel ud \u0219i un telefon sc\u0103pat din m\u00e2ini. Din pozele de pe ecran, a sim\u021bit cum i se \u00eenmoaie genunchii. \u00centr-una dintre ele, fata z\u00e2mbea al\u0103turi de un t\u00e2n\u0103r brunet \u2014 acela care fugise. Dar \u00een col\u021bul fotografiei, din \u00eent\u00e2mplare, se vedea \u0219i o femeie mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, cu ochi bl\u00e2nzi \u0219i o bro\u0219\u0103 pe piept.<\/p>\n
Vasile a \u00een\u021bepenit. Bro\u0219a aceea o \u0219tia. Era a Lenu\u021bei lui.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De unde ai poza asta? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Fata s-a speriat.
\u2014 E mama prietenului meu… Mi-a spus c\u0103 a pierdut-o pe sor\u0103-sa acum mul\u021bi ani, \u00eentr-un accident pe r\u00e2u…<\/p>\n
Atunci Vasile a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns, a\u0219a cum nu mai pl\u00e2nsese din ziua blestemat\u0103. A \u00een\u021beles. Fata pe care o salvase era nepoata Lenu\u021bei, copilul fratelui ei, care plecase departe, la ora\u0219.<\/p>\n
Destinul, dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani, \u00eei adusese \u00eenapoi un strop din ce pierduse.<\/p>\n
S-a ridicat, a privit r\u00e2ul care sclipea \u00een lumina dimine\u021bii \u0219i a murmurat \u00eencet:
\u2014 \u021ai-am auzit rug\u0103ciunea, Lenu\u021bo. \u021ai-am \u00eemplinit-o.<\/p>\n
Fata l-a privit nedumerit\u0103, dar \u00een ochii lui a v\u0103zut o bl\u00e2nde\u021be pe care n-o mai \u00eent\u00e2lnise.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea zi, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul Vasile a sim\u021bit, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani, c\u0103 nu mai e singur. Iar r\u00e2ul \u2014 cel care \u00eei furase totul \u2014 parc\u0103 \u00eei d\u0103duse \u00eenapoi un motiv s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd s-a trezit, era pe mal, ud p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, cu capul greu ca plumbul. Ploaia \u00eencetase, dar \u00een aer plutea un miros amar de fum \u0219i de ars. S-a ridicat cu greu, cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se, \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 strige: \u201eLenu\u021bo! Andrei!\u201d. Nimeni nu i-a r\u0103spuns. Doar vuietul r\u00e2ului, care acum p\u0103rea c\u0103 r\u00e2de batjocoritor. A […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9979,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9978","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\/9978","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=9978"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9980,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9978\/revisions\/9980"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}