{"id":4500,"date":"2012-04-13T03:17:06","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T09:17:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=4500"},"modified":"2012-04-13T15:16:38","modified_gmt":"2012-04-13T21:16:38","slug":"invierea-de-de-serbana-h-tartea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=4500","title":{"rendered":"INVIEREA de de \u015eerbana H. Tartea"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Desenul: F. Mico\u015f<\/p><\/div>\n

Cu m\u00e2nile \u00eencruci\u015fate peste p\u00e2ntecul aco\u00adperit cu pestelca-i \u0163esut\u0103 \u00een in, cu capul aplecat pe piept \u015fi buzele str\u00e2nse \u00eentr’o du\u00adrere \u00eenfr\u00e2nt\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte picioarle t\u0103b\u0103cite \u00een fa\u0163a Precistei, ca \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u00eenainte de culcare.<\/p>\n

Se opre\u015fte privind straniu, la icoana de lemn \u00eenvechit \u015fi m\u00e2ncat de carii unde chipul Fecioarei cu Pruncul \u00een bra\u0163e, \u00eenegrit de timp, a disp\u0103rut cu totul \u00een umbra \u015ftergarului din borangic, pe care doar c\u00e2te o fr\u00e2ntur\u0103 de raz\u0103 a candelei \u2014 singura lumini\u0163\u0103 ca un opai\u0163 din odae \u2014 \u00eei mai d\u0103 iluzia c’ar fi o icoan\u0103, pata aceea neagr\u0103. M\u0103nunchiul de busuioc proptit \u00eentre icoan\u0103 \u015fi perete, \u00ee\u015fi amestec\u0103 mirosul vechi cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul lipit proap\u0103t pe jos, pl\u0103m\u0103dit cu z\u0103duful cald din grajd, \u015fl cu mirosul proasp\u0103t al cozonacilor sco\u015fi atunci din vatr\u0103, printre cari, cel mai mare, st\u0103 ca un sceptru, \u015fi ou\u0103le ro\u015fii din strachina mare \u00eenflorat\u0103, de pe m\u0103su\u0163a de sub oglinda \u00eencadrat\u0103 \u015fi ea c’un \u015ftergar \u00een\u00adnodat pe rama ei.<\/p>\n

Mirosul cald al cozonacilor, \u00eei g\u00e2dil\u0103 pl\u0103cut n\u0103rile \u015fi o f\u0103cu s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eentoarc\u0103 capul ca la o chemare. Ii prive\u015fte c’un sentiment pios \u015fi-o u\u015foar\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ere a ochilor obosi\u0163i, adulme\u00adc\u00e2nd aroma lor. \u201eAu crescut frumos… numai de s’or fi copt bine…”.<\/p>\n

\u015ei ‘ndreapt\u0103 pa\u015fii c\u0103tre mas\u0103: ia unul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi-l duce la nas… Aspir\u0103 ad\u00e2nc cu satisfac\u0163ie, apoi \u00eel pune la loc peste p\u00e2nza alb\u0103 a\u015fternut\u0103 anume pe mas\u0103. Il mai prive\u00ad\u015fte cu ochii \u00eendurera\u0163i… \u201eIonic\u0103 mam\u0103, o mai avea mama parte s\u0103 fac\u0103 Pastele cu tine?…” \u00ee\u015fi trecu dosul manei peste ochi, \u015fi-\u015fi t\u00e2r\u015fi iar picioarele \u00een fa\u0163a icoanei. \u015ei iar r\u0103m\u00e2ne mut\u0103… Nu mai are putere s\u0103 se roage. S’a rugat mereu \u015fi… Ce i-a folosit? Prive\u015fte \u00een \u00eentunericul icoanei ca’n grota unei st\u00e2nci de granit…. O ia cu frig \u015fi m\u00e2na-i pare parali\u00adzat\u0103… Nu-\u015fi mai poate face semnul crucii, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 zic\u0103: \u201eTat\u0103l nostru…” \u015ei r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eeng\u00e2n\u00e2nd… \u201efie voia ta…” O \u00eengroze\u015fte ceva dureros: Il vede pe Ion mort, \u00een locul icoa\u00adnei… Se scutur\u0103 \u015fi-i tremur\u0103 b\u0103rbia. \u201eNu, Doamne, s\u0103 nu-\u0163i faci pe voe r\u0103u cu mine. Nu e\u015fti Tu at\u00e2t de crud s\u0103 vrei moartea fiu\u00adlui meu…” Sim\u0163i o sf\u00e2r\u015feal\u0103 dureroas\u0103 \u00een ini\u00adm\u0103 \u015fi str\u00e2ngea amar din buzele al c\u0103ror tre\u00admur nu putea s\u0103-l st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103. Ap\u0103s\u0103 ruga pe buze: \u201ef\u0103-mi Doamne parte de copila\u015ful meu!.. Sf\u00e2nta \u00eenviere!.. \u015ei de-odat\u0103 c\u0103zu b\u0103\u00adt\u00e2nd m\u0103t\u0103nii, s\u0103rut\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu gura plin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Untdelemnul din candel\u0103 era pe sf\u00e2r\u015fite; d\u0103du de ap\u0103 \u015fi \u00eencepu s\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u00e2e arunc\u00e2nd c\u00e2\u00adteva sc\u00e2ntei, \u015fi lelea Tudora, cum i se spunea \u00een sat, se v\u0103zu pr\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103 \u00een \u00eentunericul od\u0103ii, ca’n sufletul el. Intinse m\u00e2na pe patul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103, \u015fi dete \u00een l\u0103turi perdelele de p\u00e2nz\u0103 alb\u0103 c\u0103lcate proasp\u0103t, proptindu-le de cuiul b\u0103tut anume \u00een perete. Prin geamul ferestrei, veni n\u0103val\u0103 lumina lunei, ca o ap\u0103 cristalin\u0103 rev\u0103rsat\u0103 dintr’un isvor de argint, \u00eenveselind s\u0103r\u0103c\u0103cioasa \u00eenc\u0103pere, \u00een care b\u0103\u00adtr\u00e2na \u00ee\u015fi rotea ochii dup\u0103 cutia cu chibrituri \u015fi sticla cu untdelemn.<\/p>\n

Puse un genunchi pe lada de sub icoane ce se afla la cap\u0103tul patului \u00een r\u00e2nd cu u\u015fa \u015fi \u00eentinse m\u00e2na de lu\u0103 paharul-candel\u0103 de pe mica policioar\u0103; \u00eel puse pe mas\u0103, \u00eel umplu cu untdelemn, schimb\u0103 iasca \u015fi o aprinse cu o duio\u015fie ce-i \u00eenc\u0103lzea inima. I\u015fi f\u0103cu semnul crucii, \u015fi o puse la loc cu o mul\u0163umire tainic\u0103 plin\u0103 de umilin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi evlavie.<\/p>\n

Astrul nop\u0163ii lumina camera ca ziua, \u015fi-i p\u0103trunse sufletul deschiz\u00e2ndu-l ca o floare la razele lui. Mai roti ochii pe masa cu ou\u0103 \u015fi cozonaci, \u015fi o clip\u0103 se pierdu \u00een g\u00e2nd cu c\u00e2\u0163iva ani \u00eenapoi, turbur\u00e2nd-o amintirea unei fericiri din plin cu o bucurie cald\u0103, sfi\u00adoas\u0103: bucuria \u00eenvierii; o bucurie letargic\u0103, \u00een fa\u0163a sfintei zile ce o \u00eenchina, cu contradic\u0163ia inimii \u00eendurerat\u0103, ca muribundul \u00een lumina am\u0103gitoare de speran\u0163\u0103, \u00een ultima clip\u0103 a vie\u0163ii…<\/p>\n

\u201eS\u0103 fie \u015fi Ion acas…” \u015ei ghimpele \u00eei s\u00e2n\u00adgera inima.<\/p>\n

Se \u00eendrept\u0103 c\u0103tre cel\u0103lalt pat, dela peretele din fund, unde dormea copilul, \u015fi trase plapoma mai sus pe spate de-l \u00eenveli bine. \u201eS\u0103 nu r\u0103ceasc\u0103”. F\u0103cu semnul crucii peste el. Tot a\u015fa \u00eei f\u0103cea \u015fi lui Ion, c\u00e2nd \u00een r\u0103zboiul trecut, b\u0103rbatul ei a plecat pe front de unde nu s’a mai \u00eentors, \u015fi a l\u0103sat-o cu copilul la aceia\u015fi etate: patru ani\u015fori… Atunci \u00ee\u015fi \u00een\u00adchina copilul, acum \u00ee\u015fi \u00eenchin\u0103 nepotul… \u201eParc\u0103 a fost ieri…”. I\u015fi \u015fterge ochii cu poala pestelcei \u015fi se \u00eendreapt\u0103 c\u0103tre lada unde-\u015fi p\u0103stra ce avea mai bun pentru \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103minte, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi cele de \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare. Desface capa\u00adcul \u015fi scoate afar\u0103: rochia castanie de ca\u015fmir, \u015for\u0163ul negru de \u015faten cu dantel\u0103 pe poale, o c\u0103ma\u015fe de p\u00e2nz\u0103 cu poale lungi, polcu\u0163a, ca\u015fmiruil negru cu ciucuri \u015fi batista \u00een care e \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat un colac de lum\u00e2nare. In\u00adchide capacul l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een camer\u0103 adieri cu miros de sulfin\u0103. S\u0103 fie gata pentru a merge la sf\u00e2nta \u00eenviere, atunci c\u00e2nd va auzi c\u0103 se trag clopotele la biseric\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftia ce s\u0103 fac\u0103: s\u0103 se culce, nu-i venea \u015fi o agitare nervoas\u0103 \u00eei fr\u0103m\u00e2nta inima. Sa a\u015fez\u0103 pe marginea patului unde se str\u00e2nse \u00een ea, ca \u00eentr’o t\u0103cere de pr\u0103pastie, ce-i scormonea talazurile suferin\u0163ei. Prea era singur\u0103. Se f\u0103cu mic\u0103; se aplec\u0103. \u00eenvins\u0103, \u00eencovoind spatele, \u015fi cu o privire n\u0103uc\u0103, sfredeli p\u0103m\u00e2n\u00adtul din mijlocul camerei, unde sburdau ra\u00adzele luminoase \u00een largul lor, r\u0103t\u0103cind cu g\u00e2n\u00addul ca un tovar\u0103\u015f cu suflet pe meandrele unor drumuri din pustiul vie\u0163ii lui…<\/p>\n

…At\u00e2t avea pe lume: Ion, unica ei bucurie r\u0103mas\u0103 ca sprijin de b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e. Singur\u0103 \u015fi v\u0103duv\u0103 cu el la patru ani; s\u0103rac\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nici o palm\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, muncind pe la str\u0103ini, \u015fi-a luat copilul de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi boccelu\u0163a pe b\u0103\u0163 proptit\u0103 pe um\u0103r; cobor\u00ee \u015fi urc\u0103 dealurile \u015fi mun\u0163ii Sibiului; v\u0103ile \u015fi v\u00e2lcelele, pentru a ajunge pe B\u0103r\u0103ganul unde Statul i-a dat c\u00e2teva pogoane s’o desp\u0103gubeasc\u0103 de r\u0103posat. A muncit cu copila\u015ful ei, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi-a f\u0103cut un rost \u00een r\u00e2ndul lumii. B\u0103iatul s’a f\u0103cut mare \u015fi era fruntea satului: frumos \u015fi iubit de toat\u0103 lumea, c\u0103 era vrednic \u015fi s\u0103ritor la ne\u00advoile altora.<\/p>\n

Cump\u0103rase pe Busuioc la b\u00e2lciul din C\u0103l\u0103\u00adra\u015fi. D\u0103duse pe el bani mul\u0163i \u015fi era a\u015fa de fericit c\u0103-l are. Il iubea ca ochii lui din cap, \u015fi ce-l mai \u0163es\u0103la \u015fi-l sp\u0103la. De dragul lui dormea noptea cu el \u00een grajd. C\u00e2nd c\u0103l\u0103rea pe b\u0103lanul lui ca neaua, voinic \u015fi neast\u00e2m\u00adp\u0103rat, ai fi zis c\u0103-i F\u0103t-Frumos din pove\u015fti. Cu p\u0103l\u0103ria sau c\u0103ciula dat\u0103 pe spate, la care nu-i lipsea mu\u015fcata sau groafa vara sau iar\u00adna, l\u0103s\u00e2nd smocul de p\u0103r s\u0103-i cad\u0103 pe frunte, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd sau fluer\u00e2nd, el cutreera satele cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze, s\u0103 serveasc\u0103 cu c\u0103ru\u0163a lui pe oricine: pe mult, pe pu\u0163in, \u015fi de multe ori pentru un \u201es\u0103 tr\u0103e\u015fti, taic\u0103”, sau \u201es\u0103-\u0163i dea Dumnezeu s\u0103n\u0103tate Ionic\u0103 mam\u0103”. Sau pen\u00adtru un z\u00e2mbet de fat\u0103 : \u201eI\u0163i mul\u0163umesc, Ioane…” S’a \u00eensurat \u015fi n’a avut parte de ne\u00advast\u0103. A murit la facerea lui Mih\u0103i\u0163\u0103. Acum e plecat c\u0103tan\u0103 de doi ani… De c\u00e2teva luni, nu mai \u015ftie nimic de el…<\/p>\n

Lelea Tudora se str\u00e2nse mai tare \u00een ea, cutremur\u00e2ndu-se, rev\u0103z\u00e2nd visul ei din noap\u00adtea trecut\u0103. Dac\u0103 ar fi s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple a\u015fa cum visezi, s’ar fi bucurat, dar \u015ftie ea: e toc\u00admai contrariu. Se f\u0103cea c\u0103 venise Ion acas\u0103, \u015fi Doamne… c\u00e2t s’a bucurat! Apoi \u00eel mai vi\u00adsase \u015fi pe Busuioc c\u0103 sboar\u0103… \u201eAsta-i veste rea…” \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentoarse capul pe fereastr\u0103… \u201eI-o mai fi pus iar g\u00e2nd r\u0103u, te pomene\u015fti, s\u0103-l fure ca \u00een noaptea de Pa\u015fti anul trecut…”<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd a plecat Ion, ea nu doarme noap\u00adtea cum se cade. Grija ei: s\u0103 nu se furi\u015feze cineva s\u0103-l fure. Cu c\u00e2t foc i-a l\u0103sat Ion \u00een grije: \u201eMam\u0103… Busuioc \u015fi Mih\u0103i\u0163\u0103!…<\/p>\n

Au \u00eencercat ei ho\u0163ii \u00een dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri s\u0103-l fure. Dar el nu se las\u0103 furat. Pe unul l-a lo\u00advit \u00een stomac de l-a l\u0103sat mort pe loc, iar pe Gheorghe al Gherghinei, s’a l\u0103sat \u00eenc\u0103lecat de el p\u00e2n\u0103 a e\u015fit pe poart\u0103 afar\u0103. A rupt-o \u00een goan\u0103, l-a tr\u00e2ntit de l-a l\u0103sat mai mult mort \u015fi s’a \u00eentors m\u00e2ndru la grajd s\u0103-\u015fi a\u015ftepte st\u0103p\u00e2nul. \u201eIac\u0103 e anul \u00een noaptea aceasta. Gheorghe umbl\u0103 \u015fi acum \u00een b\u0103\u0163 dup\u0103 urma scr\u00e2ntelei…”<\/p>\n

Se teme… \u201ede… nu i-ar da p\u0103catul iar \u00een g\u00e2nd s\u0103 fure pe Busuioc?…” In noaptea aceasta, toat\u0103 lumea e la biseric\u0103. Cum s\u0103 plece ea de-acats\u0103?… Visul ei: Busuioc sbur\u00e2nd… Dar cum s\u0103-1 scape ea?… Dac\u0103-i d\u0103 una \u00een cap?… Mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne Mih\u0103i\u0163\u0103 bietul copila\u015f singur pe lume… \u015ei ea, cum o s\u0103 se apere?… G\u00e2ndul \u00eei sbur\u0103 la securea din tind\u0103 ce-o \u0163inea dup\u0103 u\u015fe. Se scutur\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cu sem\u00adnul crucii. \u201eAzi, \u00een noaptea de \u00eenviere… fere\u015fte-m\u0103 Doamne!…<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mam\u0103 male, mam\u0103 male !<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce e mam\u0103? \u00ee\u015fi reveni b\u0103tr\u00e2na brusc ca dintr’un somn cu co\u015fmar.<\/p>\n

\u2014 A venit t\u0103ticul, e \u00een glajd la Busuioc doalme acolo.<\/p>\n

\u2014 N’a venit, b\u0103iatul bunic\u0103i, suspin\u0103 b\u0103\u00adtr\u00e2na, venind spre copil: culc\u0103-te \u015fi dormi cu bunica.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ba da, a venit. L-am v\u0103zut eu.<\/p>\n

\u2014 N’a venit, bunico. Are s\u0103 vie dac\u0103 o vrea Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce \u00eel multumi pe copil, \u015fi v\u0103zu c’a adormit, se dep\u0103rt\u0103 \u00eeng\u00e2n\u00e2nd: \u201eViseaz\u0103 \u015fi el ca \u015fi mine… cine \u015ftie ce durere m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103…” \u015ei totu\u015fi, inima \u00eencepu s\u0103-i bat\u0103 cuprins\u0103 \u00eentr’un val de c\u0103ldur\u0103; privirile \u00eei devenir\u0103 mai clare, \u015fi o sf\u00e2r\u015feal\u0103 dulce i se l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 mai ias\u0103 pe afar\u0103… Nu, doar, c’ar putea crede \u00een visul copilului… dar numai a\u015fa… s\u0103 mai dea o rait\u0103 prin curte.<\/p>\n

Cu pa\u015fi lini, se strecur\u0103 pe la cap\u0103tul pris\u00adpei, spre dosul grajdului. I\u015fi st\u0103p\u00e2nea un z\u00e2mbet \u015fi mergea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 zidul proasp\u0103t v\u0103ruit, unde-\u015fi l\u0103s\u0103 papucii, ating\u00e2nd p\u0103\u00adm\u00e2ntul \u00een v\u00e2rful picioarelor. Se d\u0103du \u00een um\u00adbra luminei albe, ce sc\u0103lda ograda cu \u015fira de pae \u00een mijlocul ei, \u00eentr’o bae l\u0103ptoas\u0103. Apropiindu-se de sc\u00e2ndurile \u00eenvechite, abia le atingea cu m\u00e2nale tremur\u00e2nde \u015fi cu o sfial\u0103 pioas\u0103. Isi st\u0103p\u00e2ni pornirea s\u0103 nu r\u0103bufnea\u00adsc\u0103: \u201eIonic\u0103 mam\u0103, ai venit?…” De c\u00e2te ori n’a f\u0103cut ea drumul acesta cu aceea\u015fi spe\u00adran\u0163\u0103, scul\u00e2ndu-se brusc din pat, cu n\u0103lucirea c\u0103 poate-l va g\u0103si dormind l\u00e2ng\u0103 Busuioc, sau \u0163es\u0103l\u00e2ndu-l \u00een \u015foapte dragi.<\/p>\n

I\u015fl prelungea umbra \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103, \u015fi nu \u015ftia cum s’o ascund\u0103, cum s\u0103 se str\u00e2ng\u0103 mai mult s\u0103 nu o dea de gol mai \u00eenainte. Se apropie de gura mare a grajdului, \u015fi sta ca un ho\u0163 lipit\u0103 de sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 ascult\u00e2nd. Dar nu auzi nici fo\u015f\u00adnete de pae… nici \u015foapte, nimic, dec\u00e2t spaima inimii ce-i cioc\u0103nea sufletul prea mult \u00een\u00ad cercat… Cum? n’aude \u015foapte adresate lui Bu\u00adsuioc de bun venit?…<\/p>\n

Cu acela\u015fi tremur \u015fi teama ascuns\u0103 sufle\u00adtului de a nu-l \u00een\u015fela; \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde pu\u0163in capul sfios, at\u00e2t c\u00e2t poate vedea cu ochii \u00een l\u0103untrul grajdului, de unde aerul cald o isbi \u00een nas… \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fte prunele mari \u015fi negre ale lui Busuioc, care o prive\u015fte mirat.<\/p>\n

I\u015fi \u00eentinde corpul spre intrare, \u015fi la lumina brumat\u0103, cerceteaz\u0103 restul gol. Sf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103, cade rezemat\u0103 de cadrul de lemn privind buclele de argint \u015fi z\u00e2mbetul lunei ce o prive\u015fte nep\u0103s\u0103toare; oglindindu-se pe obrazul ei, pe ale c\u0103rei \u00eencrust\u0103ri \u00ee\u015fi fac loc r\u00e2urile calde preling\u00e2ndu-se pe col\u0163ul buzelor, cobor\u00e2nd la vale, \u00eenod\u00e2ndu-se pe b\u0103rbie, \u015fi deacolo picu\u00adr\u00e2nd pe nodul basmalei.<\/p>\n

Busuioc se uit\u0103 cu mil\u0103 la ea. Apoi, vr\u00e2nd parc\u0103 s’o \u00eencurajeze, \u00eencepe a necheza ca atunci c\u00e2nd se apropie st\u0103p\u00e2nul lui de el: desface n\u0103rile nervos, face pas de galop \u015fi-\u015fi scutur\u0103 coama stufoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Zadarnice sunt \u00eencerc\u0103rile lui s’o \u00eenvio\u00adreze: inima i s’a str\u00e2ns fricoas\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een ghimirlia ei. Ca b\u0103tut\u0103 de soart\u0103 cu pumnii \u00een cap, lelea Tudora, cu grumazul aplecat din ce \u00een ce mai mult, obidit\u0103, cu ultima-i n\u0103dejde spulberat\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi t\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte pa\u00adpucii, pe cari \u00eei lu\u0103 umil\u0103 dela capul prispei unde-i <\/em>l\u0103sase, prin curtea m\u0103turat\u0103 frumos, \u00een care luna r\u00e2dea din plin. Se a\u015fez\u0103 pe prispa ce mirosea a lipitur\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103, \u015fi-\u015fi d\u0103du drumul durerei…<\/p>\n

Se auzeau clopotele la biserica din sat. In\u00adcepea slujba. Lelea Tudora, se ridic\u0103 \u00een pi\u00adcioare, \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cu semnul crucii, dar nu mai privea \u00een sus. Luminile ochilor ei p\u0103trun\u00addeau lutul b\u0103t\u0103torit.<\/p>\n

Intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103, cum ar fi intrat \u00eentr’o celul\u0103 la \u00eenchisoare. Totu\u015fi… s\u0103 se \u00eembrace de sf\u00e2n\u00adta mare zi. S\u0103 mearg\u0103 \u015fi ea la Inviere. Mola\u00adtec, \u00ee\u015fi schimb\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103mintea, \u00eenod\u0103 cimberul de b\u0103rbie, ia colacul de lum\u00e2nare \u00een\u00adf\u0103\u015furat \u00een batista, \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2ne cu el \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi cu ochii r\u0103t\u0103ci\u0163i… Dar dac\u0103 \u00een urma ei vine cineva s\u0103 fure pe Busuioc?…<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mam\u0103 male! a venit t\u0103ticu?…<\/p>\n

\u2014 N’a venit. Culc\u0103-te \u015fi dormi. Ce-ai \u015fi tu ast\u0103sear\u0103 de nu te odihne\u015fti lini\u015ftit? Se \u00een\u00addurer\u0103 ea mai r\u0103u.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu mai mi-e somn. A\u015ftept pe t\u0103ticu.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Las\u0103, c\u0103 dac\u0103 o veni, te scoal\u0103 el. Haide dormi. Iat\u0103: m\u0103 culc \u015fi eu aci l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.<\/p>\n

Se a\u015fez\u0103 pe marginea patului pun\u00e2nd ca\u00adpul l\u00e2ng\u0103 copil, pentru a-l adormi. A stat a\u015fa… nu \u015ftie c\u00e2t. Poate a adormit putin… sau mai mult… C\u00e2ntecul coco\u015fului a sculat-o brusc din pat. N\u0103ucit\u0103, cu inima ce se sv\u00e2rcolea \u00een piept, iese repede afar\u0103 \u015fi fuga la grajd. Dac\u0103 \u00een timp c\u00e2t ea a dormit, au ve\u00adnit \u015fi l-au furat pe Busuioc…<\/p>\n

Calul era la locul lui \u015fi nici urm\u0103 de om prin curte. Respir\u0103 u\u015for, lini\u015ftit\u0103. Ca o ap\u0103 dup\u0103 furtun\u0103, se duse spre poart\u0103. O des\u00adchide, iese un pas mai departe, \u015fi-\u015fi \u00eentinde privirea pe c\u0103rarea alb\u0103 ca laptele.<\/p>\n

Pe uli\u0163a \u00eengust\u0103, un om se anin\u0103 din dep\u0103r\u00adtare. Nu o intereseaz\u0103: un oarecare. Dar mai apoi, \u00eei vede b\u0103\u0163ul \u00een care propte\u015fte pasul. Ii trasare inima \u015fi se ‘nf\u0103\u015fur\u0103 \u00eentr’o panic\u0103 su\u00adfleteasc\u0103: \u201eE el: Gheorghe, cel mai r\u0103u om din sat. Nu l-o aduce p\u0103catul “‘\u00eencoace, cre\u00adz\u00e2nd c\u0103 eu sunt la biseric\u0103…”<\/p>\n

Acela \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde pa\u015fii… \u201eEl este…” O doare \u00een capul pieptului… Cum o s\u0103 se lupte ea fe\u00admeie singur\u0103 mic\u0103 \u015fi slab\u0103, cu at\u00e2ta namila de om?… Cum se va ap\u0103ra ea de el c\u00e2nd se va opune?…. Mai poate s\u0103-i dea \u015fi una’n cap. E singur\u0103 aci. Casa lor e <\/em>r\u0103sle\u0163it\u0103 de sat, pus\u0103 la o r\u0103sp\u00e2ntie… \u015ei apoi, \u00een noaptea aceasta, chiar \u00een sat, aproape c\u0103 nici copiii nu-s pe-acas\u0103. Toat\u0103 lumea e la Inviere.<\/p>\n

Cel cu b\u0103\u0163ul gr\u0103bea \u00een pasul lui, r\u0103sfr\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u015fi umbra pe uluci, pe pomi, pe f\u00e2n\u00adt\u00e2n\u0103, apoi \u00ee\u015fi l\u0103s\u0103 umbra \u00een urm\u0103 \u015fi se pier\u00addu pe uli\u0163a ce duce spre biseric\u0103. Ea res\u00adpir\u0103 din ad\u00e2nc \u015fi r\u0103mase cu \u0440\u0433iv\u0456\u0433\u0435\u0430 jin\u00adduit\u0103 pe aceea\u015fi cale.<\/p>\n

\u201ePoate n’a fost el… \u015fi chiar dac\u0103 a fost… d\u0103-l p\u0103catelor c\u0103 s’o fi s\u0103turat de ce-a p\u0103\u0163it an…”<\/p>\n

Se a\u015fez\u0103 pe sc\u00e2ndura de lemn dela poar\u00adt\u0103, b\u0103tut\u0103 \u00een patru pari, plin\u0103 de m\u00e2hnire c\u0103 nu-i \u015fi ea la biseric\u0103. A stat a\u015fa alun\u00adg\u00e2nd g\u00e2ndurile din toate col\u0163urile durerii, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eei ap\u0103ru \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 ni\u015fte lumini\u0163e juc\u00e2nd printre zaplozurile caselor, umpl\u00e2ndu-o de fiorii credin\u0163ei. Lumini\u0163ele se \u00eentindeau pe uli\u0163i \u015fi clipeau pline de via\u0163\u0103, ca stelele cu umbre lungi \u00eentr’o ap\u0103 limpede \u015fi curg\u0103\u00ad toare. \u201eVine lumea dela biseric\u0103…”<\/p>\n

M\u00e2hnit\u0103, se mai pierdu pu\u0163in cu ochii prin ploaia de stele c\u0103zute pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u015fi intr\u0103 \u015fl ea \u00een cas\u0103 s\u0103 se culce. Puse c\u00e2rligul la poart\u0103, de\u015fi nu e <\/em>\u00een mare siguran\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 \u015fi un copil poate s’o deschid\u0103; se urc\u0103 cu pa\u015fi grei pe prisp\u0103, intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 oft\u00e2nd \u015fi \u00een\u00adchise u\u015fa cu z\u0103vorul.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce s’a desbr\u0103cat, \u015fi-a a\u015fezat rochia \u015fi celelalte pe lad\u0103, s\u0103 pun\u0103 pu\u0163in capul pe pern\u0103 s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103 ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 lua sf\u00e2n\u00adta \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fanie m\u00e2ine de diminea\u0163\u0103. Dar… n’apuc\u0103 bine s\u0103 a\u015feze m\u00e2na sub c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i, c\u00e2nd… pocnituri de ciomag proptind prin b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103, \u00eei r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een urechi cu ecou de spaim\u0103 \u00een suflet. I-a \u00eenghe\u0163at inima, \u00eence\u00adt\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai bat\u0103, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-se \u00een ea ca de o mare primejdie.<\/p>\n

\u201eA venit!… tot nu s’a l\u0103sat ho\u0163ul!… Asta e noaptea lui !… S\u0103ri repede din pat \u015fi se uit\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103: o umbr\u0103 de voinic se rup\u00adse peste poart\u0103, \u00eempreun\u00e2ndu-se cu cea dela cas\u0103 doar dela br\u00e2u \u00een jos, iar restul se lun\u00adgea cu… parc\u0103 o lum\u00e2nare aprins\u0103?… sau ce?… Umbra tindea spre grajd.<\/p>\n

Cu nodul ce-i sufoca respira\u0163ia \u015fi b\u0103t\u0103i puternice \u00een piept, se n\u0103pusti la u\u015fe.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mam\u0103 male… sare copilul din pat ag\u0103\u0163\u00e2ndu-se de poalele c\u0103m\u0103\u015fii ei. A venit t\u0103\u00adticu. M\u0103 duc la el la glajd.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Fugi m\u0103iculi\u0163\u0103 din calea mea, ce-i mai fi av\u00e2nd \u015fi tu de tot aiurezi? D\u00e2nd copilul la o parte: fugi c\u0103 nu e ta’tu! se m\u00e2nie b\u0103\u00adtr\u00e2na. E blestematul de Gheorghe, a venit cu farmece s\u0103 ame\u0163easc\u0103 calul s\u0103-l fure.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103-l fuie p\u0103 Busuioc? Stai c\u0103-i dau eu lui.<\/p>\n

Iar lelea Tudora, plin\u0103 de m\u00e2nie, \u00eempinse copilul \u00eenl\u0103untru, \u00eenchise u\u015fa dup\u0103 ea stri\u00adg\u00e2nd: \u201eS\u0103 nu e\u015fi afar\u0103! Sue-te \u00een pat!<\/p>\n

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"Christos a \u00eenviat, mam\u0103!"<\/p><\/div>\n

Uit\u0103 \u015fi de Dumnezeu \u015fi de Inviere… s\u0103 sal\u00adveze calul \u015fi la nevoe s\u0103 se apere… R\u0103bufni pe u\u015fe afar\u0103 cu securea de-asupra capului, n\u0103pustindu-se spre grajd.<\/p>\n

Razele lunii jucau vesele pe spatele mili\u00adtarului ce \u0163inea cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 capul lui Bu\u00adsuioc ce necheza, s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-l, iar \u00een cealalt\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103, \u0163inea lum\u00e2narea aprins\u0103 cu care a venit dela biseric\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tremur\u00e2nd din tot corpul, b\u0103t\u00e2na sc\u0103p\u0103 securea jos privind uluit\u0103 \u015fi mut\u0103.<\/p>\n

La sgomotul greut\u0103\u0163ii c\u0103zute pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul tare, acesta \u00eentoarse capul, \u015fi cu o bucurie ce-i lumin\u0103 fa\u0163a, ridic\u0103 lum\u00e2narea \u00een sus, strig\u00e2nd vesel:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Christos a \u00eenviat, mam\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u2014 A… a… \u015ei f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai poat\u0103 lega cu\u00advintele, ea c\u0103zu jos \u00eenvins\u0103 de emo\u0163iile suc\u00adcesive. Dar \u00een urma ei, se auzi un ciripit ve\u00adsel ce r\u0103spundea din plin cu bra\u0163ele ridi\u00adcate, ale copilului care cu toate protest\u0103rile bunicii, o sbuchi pe u\u015fe afar\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Adev\u0103lat a \u00eenviat t\u0103ticu\u0163ule! \u015ei se re\u00adpezi de-i \u00eencercui genunchii s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-i vestmintele pe unde apuca.<\/p>\n

Imbr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa\u0163i, tat\u0103l \u015fi fiul luar\u0103 pe bunicu\u0163a de bra\u0163, \u00een care nu mai \u00eenc\u0103pea bucuria s\u0103\u00adrut\u00e2nd \u015fi ea cu duio\u015fie vestonul dup\u0103 fiul s\u0103u \u00een care-\u015fi \u00eenfunda capul \u00eentr’un pl\u00e2ns ce-i u\u015fura sufletul \u00eenc\u0103rcat. Apoi, c\u00e2te\u015fi trei intrar\u0103 veseli \u00een cas\u0103, bunica \u015fterg\u00e2ndu-\u015fi ochii cu pestelca \u00eentr’un z\u00e2mbet feri\u00adcit, iar Ion stinse lum\u00e2narea cu o cruce \u00een cadrul u\u015fii de sus.<\/p>\n

\u015eERBANA H. TARTEA<\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cu m\u00e2nile \u00eencruci\u015fate peste p\u00e2ntecul aco\u00adperit cu pestelca-i \u0163esut\u0103 \u00een in, cu capul aplecat pe piept \u015fi buzele str\u00e2nse \u00eentr’o du\u00adrere \u00eenfr\u00e2nt\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte picioarle t\u0103b\u0103cite \u00een fa\u0163a Precistei, ca \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u00eenainte de culcare. Se opre\u015fte privind straniu, la icoana de lemn \u00eenvechit \u015fi m\u00e2ncat de carii unde chipul Fecioarei cu Pruncul \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-ordinea-zilei"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3OdDs-1aA","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4500"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4547,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4500\/revisions\/4547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}