\u00a0[o continuare a romanului \u201eStr\u0103inul\u201d al lui Albert Camus]<\/p>\n
de Liviu \u0218tefan Dunca<\/p>\n
Flancat de doi jandarmi Louis a trecut prin mul\u021bimea adunat\u0103 \u00een pia\u021b\u0103 \u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-se spre e\u0219afod. Nu-l deranjau nicidecum huiduielile, nicidecum. Avea o privire \u00eencremenit\u0103 sau dac\u0103 \u00eel studiem pu\u021bin mai atent putem spune c\u0103 e chiar distrat\u0103, furat\u0103 de cine \u0219tie ce. Nimeni nu putea \u0219ti ce e \u00een c\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2na lui. Iar motivul crimei a r\u0103mas un mister chiar \u0219i pentru el. S\u0103 fi fost dogoarea soarelui? Sau sudoarea care i se prelinse printre spr\u00e2ncene? Sau prezen\u021ba \u00een m\u00e2inile lui a acelui revolver blestemat? Sau r\u0103utatea peste m\u0103sur\u0103 a algerianului? Nu putem \u0219ti. Nici m\u0103car Louis nu se mai sinchise\u0219te \u00een dezlegarea misterului. L-a ucis \u0219i gata. \u00cen fond nu e singurul criminal din istoria omenirii. Dar Gingis Han? Dar Mao Zedong? Dar Stalin? Aceia au ucis zeci de milioane, iar el s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 procese de con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 pentru un am\u0103r\u00e2t de alegerian? Da, va pleca la moarte cu fruntea sus \u0219i cu inima \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103. \u00cen fond \u0219i la urma urmei poate c\u0103 soarele, sudoarea, existen\u021ba revolverului \u0219i prezen\u021ba agasant\u0103 a algerianului sunt motive c\u00e2t se poate de \u00eentemeiate ca s\u0103 se produc\u0103 acel incident. Da, un incident nefericit, un incident pentru care s-a mobilizat o \u00eentreag\u0103 societate ca s\u0103 organizeze un proces ce a durat luni de zile totul culmin\u00e2nd cu acest deznod\u0103m\u00e2nt nemilos: execu\u021bia sa. Of, toate acestea s-au desf\u0103\u0219urat doar pentru c\u0103 a murit un algerian care p\u00e2n\u0103 acum c\u00e2teva luni nu auzise nimeni de el. Dac\u0103 l-ar fi c\u0103lcat tramvaiul moartea lui nu ar fi \u00eensemnat mai mult dec\u00e2t moartea unei vr\u0103bii strivite pe asfalt. Dar acum iat\u0103, tot ora\u0219ul este adunat \u00een pia\u021ba central\u0103 ca s\u0103-l vad\u0103 pe Louis. Marele Louis.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>C\u00e2nd s-a urcat pe e\u0219afod a v\u0103zut \u00een \u00eentinderea ei toat\u0103 pia\u021ba. Oamenii erau \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi unul l\u00e2ng\u0103 altul de nu aveai unde arunca un ac. Pe felinare erau \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi cei mai tineri precum ni\u0219te ciorchine \u00een speran\u021ba c\u0103 vor vedea momentul rostogolirii capului \u00een co\u0219. Ce moment glorios! De asemenea balcoanele cl\u0103dirilor din jurul pie\u021bei erau pline de curio\u0219i dota\u021bi cu binocluri \u0219i lunete. Proprietarii apartamentelor s-au ales cu c\u00e2\u021biva b\u0103nu\u021bi de pe urma evenimentului. To\u021bi vroiau s\u0103-l vad\u0103 pe marele Louis sau mai bine spus vroiau s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum t\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te s\u00e2ngele din grumazul s\u0103u f\u0103r\u0103 cap; ca apoi s\u0103 strige to\u021bi: \u201eMoarte criminalului! Moarte Antichristului!\u201d Da, aceasta era mul\u021bimea pe care Louis o cuprindea cu ochii. Ace\u0219tia sunt semenii lui al\u0103turi de care a tr\u0103it treizeici \u0219i opt de ani. Of, acum \u00eei era greu. O piatr\u0103 s-a l\u0103sat dintr-odat\u0103 peste sufletul s\u0103u. Dac\u0103 nu-i p\u0103rea r\u0103u de alegerian, \u00eei p\u0103rea r\u0103u de oamenii ace\u0219tia care adunau \u00een ei mai mult\u0103 ur\u0103 dec\u00e2t avusese el c\u00e2nd a ap\u0103sat pe tr\u0103gaci. Poate c\u0103 sunt incon\u0219tien\u021bi ca \u0219i el. Poate c\u0103 dac\u0103 ar fi avut fiecare pistoale \u0219i sudoarea s-ar fi scurs printre spr\u00e2ncene ar fi tras unul \u00eentr-altul p\u00e2n\u0103 ce \u00een pia\u021b\u0103 n-ar mai fi r\u0103mas dec\u00e2t o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de cadavre. Da, acum Louis a v\u0103zut prin ei \u00eens\u0103\u0219i groz\u0103via faptei sale.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Soarele s-a \u00een\u0103l\u021bat sus \u0219i de acolo trimitea o dogoare ucig\u0103toare. Oamenii ce erau \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi unii \u00eentr-al\u021bii reu\u0219eau s\u0103-\u0219i scoat\u0103 din str\u00e2nsoare c\u00e2te o m\u00e2n\u0103 ca s\u0103-\u0219i \u0219tearg\u0103 frun\u021bile asudate. Dar nu se l\u0103sau; \u0219i de ar fi s\u0103 ard\u0103 de vii trebuiau s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum acest asasin este omor\u00e2t. C\u00e2nd un oficial a citit ceva de pe o foaie Louis a c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi \u0219i lacrimi au \u00eenceput s\u0103-i curg\u0103 pe obrazul palid. \u201eNu ne impresionezi asasinule!\u201dstrigau unii. \u201eMonstrule! \u00cencepi s\u0103 vezi c\u00e2t e\u0219ti de vinovat?\u201d strigau al\u021bii. \u00cens\u0103 Louis nu auzea nimic. \u00cenecat \u00een lacrimi \u0219optea: \u201e\u00ceerta\u021bi-m\u0103! Eu v\u0103 iert!\u201d \u00cens\u0103 mul\u021bimea ridica pumnii \u00een aer \u0219i striga: \u201dMoarte asasinului! Nu te vom ierta niciodat\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 ce s-a terminat de citit l-au \u00eentins pe burt\u0103 cu g\u00e2tul \u00een scobitur\u0103. Nu va vedea cerul, nici soarele, nici norii. Lacrimile curgeau de acum \u00een co\u0219 \u0219i sfin\u021beau locul unde va c\u0103dea capul s\u0103u. \u00cen timp ce c\u0103l\u0103ul preg\u0103tea instala\u021bia Louis \u00eenchidea ochii \u0219i rostea rug\u0103ciuni. Mai avea pu\u021bin, foarte pu\u021bin. La ce s\u0103 se g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103? Care a fost momentul de glorie al vie\u021bii lui? Care s\u0103 fie \u021binta ce v-a trebui s-o ating\u0103 dup\u0103 moartea sa?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i \u0219i-a amintit: era un copil ce avea o vitalitate \u0219i o energie ie\u0219ite din comun. F\u0103cea salturi de ziceai c\u0103 zboar\u0103, c\u0103 trupul s\u0103u e doar o aparen\u021b\u0103 \u0219i numai sufletul p\u0103rea a fi singura realitate. Se vedea cum se c\u0103\u021b\u0103ra \u00een nuc \u0219i vedea tot satul. Ziceai c\u0103 e un \u0219oim \u00een \u00eenaltul cerului. Dac\u0103 atunci ar fi avut un revolver, nici soarele, nici sudoarea, nici r\u0103utatea oric\u0103rui om nu l-ar fi \u00eendemnat spre o fapt\u0103 nes\u0103buit\u0103. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 aib\u0103 acea vitalitate cu care s\u0103 \u00eenfrunte lama ce va c\u0103dea din moment \u00een moment. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 aib\u0103 acea cur\u0103\u021bie ca moartea s\u0103 nu fie at\u00e2t de ap\u0103s\u0103toare, at\u00e2t de \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de tragism. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 fie ca atunci c\u00e2nd se punea \u00een genunchi, a\u0219a cum \u00eel \u00eenv\u0103\u021base bunica, \u0219i vorbea cu Dumnezeu. Atunci avea o oarecare \u00eendr\u0103zneal\u0103, dar acum sufletul s\u0103u se fr\u00e2nge. Dac\u0103 oamenii nu l-au iertat poate c\u0103 Dumnezeu e mai bun, poate c\u0103 prime\u0219te poc\u0103in\u021ba sa. Dac\u0103 i s-ar fi permis s\u0103 aib\u0103 o ultim\u0103 dorin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i-ar fi dorit, dac\u0103 ar fi posibil, s\u0103 se mai urce din nou \u00een nucul din curtea casei p\u0103rinte\u0219ti. Ar fi fost simbolic o \u00eentoarcere la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea ce a atins-o c\u00e2ndva. \u00cens\u0103 nu \u00een\u0103\u021bimea nucului ar fi vrut s-o ating\u0103, ci tot\u00a0 drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 la el s\u0103 fie un drum ini\u021biatic, cur\u0103\u021bitor, m\u00e2ntuitor. M\u0103car c\u0103 nu e l\u0103sat s\u0103 fac\u0103 acel lucru, atunci s\u0103 moar\u0103 cu acest g\u00e2nd. Da, acesta este \u021belul s\u0103u: s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea unde a fost c\u00e2ndva. S\u0103 vad\u0103 de acolo soarele, norii, \u0219oimii. S\u0103 fie biruitor \u0219i \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen co\u0219ul udat de lacrimi Louis a v\u0103zut lic\u0103riri. \u0218i-a dat seama c\u0103 lama fusese ridicat\u0103 \u0219i va c\u0103dea din moment \u00een moment. S-a auzit un frecu\u0219 metalic continuu \u0219i capul lui Louis s-a pr\u0103v\u0103lit \u00een co\u0219 cu fa\u021ba \u00een sus. De acum putea privi nestingherit zenitul, infinitul. Ochii s\u0103i erau frumo\u0219i, vii, \u0219i puteai s\u0103 z\u0103re\u0219ti \u00een ei dorin\u021bele \u0219i n\u0103zuin\u021bele sale. Nu avea o privire \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat\u0103, nu, avea o privire senin\u0103, o privire ca a unui copil ce a cunoscut cerul.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0[o continuare a romanului \u201eStr\u0103inul\u201d al lui Albert Camus] de Liviu \u0218tefan Dunca Flancat de doi jandarmi Louis a trecut prin mul\u021bimea adunat\u0103 \u00een pia\u021b\u0103 \u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-se spre e\u0219afod. Nu-l deranjau nicidecum huiduielile, nicidecum. Avea o privire \u00eencremenit\u0103 sau dac\u0103 \u00eel studiem pu\u021bin mai atent putem spune c\u0103 e chiar distrat\u0103, furat\u0103 de cine \u0219tie ce. 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