A\u015f fi putut s\u0103 \u00eei scap \u2013 \u00een oricare din cele dou\u0103zeci de ore c\u00e2t am mers, am alergat, iar\u0103\u015fi am mers, cu m\u00e2inile legate, cu la\u0163uri la g\u00e2t, \u00eembr\u00e2nci\u0163i, lovi\u0163i de c\u00e2te ori \u00eencetineam, ne poticneam. Patru femei, un b\u0103rbat, un adolescent. \u015ei \u015faisprezece indieni care voiau parc\u0103 s\u0103 ne ucid\u0103 istovindu-ne. \u00cens\u0103 nu asta aveau \u00een g\u00e2nd. \u015ei nu to\u0163i erau indieni. Doi dintre ei purtau mocasinii \u015fi ve\u015fmintele tribului, dar c\u0103lcau altfel, se mi\u015fcau anevoie prin p\u0103dure \u015fi aveau… muschete?<\/p>\n
Apoi i-am auzit.<\/p>\n
Doar cuvinte \u015foptite, fraze \u00eentrerupte de priviri \u00eenc\u0103rcate de \u00een\u0163eles. Francezi. De cine se fereau? Indienii \u015ftiau cine sunt, noi… Femeile nu \u00ee\u015fi auzeau dec\u00e2t spaima, reverendul McKinney recita \u00een g\u00e2nd psalmii scri\u015fi pe nisip de Moise dup\u0103 trecerea M\u0103rii Ro\u015fii, David repeta \u015fi el o litanie, la fel de mut\u0103, de monoton\u0103: \u201enu vreau s\u0103 mor, te rog, Doamne, nu acum c\u00e2nd Kate<\/em>…\u201c Doamna McKinney? \u00cen Dartmouth, Katherine \u00ee\u015fi pl\u00e2ngea am\u00e2ndoi<\/em> b\u0103rba\u0163ii.<\/p>\n Jean-Luc \u015fi Jean-Pierre nu erau fra\u0163i. \u00cens\u0103 g\u00e2ndeau la fel: dezertaser\u0103 din armata regelui lor, iar acum voiau s\u0103 fure sor\u0163ii tot ce nu primiser\u0103 vreodat\u0103. Jean-Pierre \u015ftia exact ce va face cu gemenele la primul popas. Jean-Luc avea acelea\u015fi inten\u0163ii… cu David. De v\u0103duva Perkins, de mine, nu le p\u0103sa. Doar indienii m\u0103 priveau c\u00e2teodat\u0103 cu interes \u015fi tocmai de asta le-am \u00eeng\u0103duit s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103, s\u0103 ne m\u00e2ne mai departe. Era curiozitate, atrac\u0163ia jocului cu moartea? Sau voiam s\u0103 aflu c\u00e2te ceva despre cei care \u00eemi deveniser\u0103 du\u015fmani, f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103car s\u0103 \u015ftiu cine sunt?<\/p>\n Ajun\u015fi \u00een Lumea Nou\u0103, sco\u0163ienii se pomeniser\u0103 \u00een mijlocul unui r\u0103zboi f\u0103r\u0103 cru\u0163are. \u015ei de ne\u00een\u0163eles… \u00cen Europa, armatele se a\u015fezau \u00een \u015firuri, fa\u0163\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, iar solda\u0163ii tr\u0103geau unii \u00een al\u0163ii, de la c\u00e2\u0163iva metri. Apoi se n\u0103pusteau cu baioneta, cu patul armei, s\u0103 termine ce \u00eencepuser\u0103 at\u00e2t de proste\u015fte. Indienii ap\u0103reau ca ni\u015fte spectre din p\u0103duri, din neguri, din mla\u015ftini; ucideau, disp\u0103reau, se \u00eentorceau iar\u0103\u015fi. Cu secole \u00een urm\u0103, sco\u0163ienii lui William Wallace \u00eei h\u0103r\u0163uiser\u0103 astfel pe englezi. Iar la Bannockburn, \u015fi-au c\u00e2\u015ftigat libertatea. \u00cens\u0103 uitaser\u0103. Erau… civiliza\u0163i. Aduceau cu ei numai ce \u00eei siliser\u0103 englezii s\u0103 \u00eenve\u0163e, ce voiau s\u0103 d\u0103ruiasc\u0103, la r\u00e2ndul lor, indienilor. Desigur, tot cu de-a sila.<\/p>\n Indienii erau s\u0103lbatici, cruzi, p\u0103g\u00e2ni \u2013 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi copiii coloni\u015ftilor \u015ftiau asta. Dup\u0103 cum erau convin\u015fi c\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2nturile din Noua Lume sunt ale lor, ale regelui George. Ciudat, c\u00e2t de repede se preschimb\u0103 oamenii din victime, \u00een c\u0103l\u0103i.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-am poticnit de un bolovan, iar la\u0163ul mi-a t\u0103iat r\u0103suflarea. R\u0103zboinicul din fa\u0163\u0103 l-a smucit, cel care \u00eemi c\u0103lca pe urme m-a lovit \u00een coaste \u015fi, o clip\u0103, am fost gata s\u0103…<\/p>\n Dar nu \u00eenc\u0103.<\/p>\n G\u00e2ndurile indienilor \u00eemi p\u0103reau fascinante \u015fi paradoxale. Oamenii aceia cu pielea ro\u015fie erau altfel dec\u00e2t europenii. Nu doar la chip, la trup. Nu \u00eencercau s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleag\u0103, s\u0103 supun\u0103 natura \u2013 deveniser\u0103 parte din ea. Neciviliza\u0163i? Nu construiau ora\u015fe, poduri, drumuri, apeducte, cor\u0103bii. Dar \u00ee\u015fi p\u0103straser\u0103 p\u0103durile. Cruzi? Nu ucideau din pl\u0103cere, ci ca s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103. P\u0103g\u00e2ni? Nu c\u0103utau \u00een furtuni, \u00een molime, \u00een via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte, voin\u0163a unui Judec\u0103tor Suprem. Zeii lor erau soarele \u015fi luna, cerul \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, copacii, toate f\u0103pturile vii. \u015ei, mai ales, indienii nu voiau dec\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eei vad\u0103 pleca\u0163i pe albii ce veniser\u0103 de peste ocean, cu armele, cu ve\u015fmintele \u015fi obiceiurile lor ciudate. Ca ale lui Jean-Luc, care…<\/p>\n O smucitur\u0103 nea\u015fteptat\u0103 m-a aruncat \u00een genunchi. Popas?<\/p>\n Unul c\u00e2te unul, ne-am n\u0103ruit \u00een iarb\u0103, istovi\u0163i. Primiser\u0103m un r\u0103gaz. Francezii ne-au dat s\u0103 bem: o ap\u0103 st\u0103tut\u0103, amar\u0103, pe care am sorbit-o cu l\u0103comie. Numai reverendul nu le-a vrut mila. Setea \u00eel ardea mai pu\u0163in ca ura \u015fi dispre\u0163ul pentru cei doi. Du\u015fmani, dezertori, catolici sau p\u0103g\u00e2ni \u2013 erau totuna pentru Angus McKinney. Indienii, francezii se n\u0103scuser\u0103 \u00een iad \u015fi acolo se vor \u00eentoarce; dar nu \u00eenainte s\u0103 ne pedepseasc\u0103 pentru p\u0103catele noastre. Fl\u0103c\u0103rile se leg\u0103nau \u00eentr-un dans hipnotic sub cerul ce cobora peste noi, \u00eenvelindu-ne \u00een noapte, pleoapele \u00eemi lunecau tot mai grele… Nu voiam s\u0103 dorm, nu trebuia, \u00eemi sc\u0103pase ceva important, esen\u0163ial \u2013 dar ce? G\u00e2ndul, sup\u0103r\u0103tor, insistent, b\u00e2z\u00e2ia ca un bondar, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce o talp\u0103 uria\u015f\u0103 l-a strivit, aduc\u00e2nd lini\u015ftea, uitarea.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd am deschis ochii, bondarul se \u00eentorsese cu un zgomot asurzitor. Apoi am auzit \u015fi alte sunete: ceva \u00eentre sc\u00e2ncet \u015fi g\u00e2f\u00e2it. De unde veneau? Indienii adormiser\u0103 \u00een jurul vetrei stinse, prizonierii la fel. \u015ei atunci am v\u0103zut…<\/p>\n O f\u0103ptur\u0103 \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 se scuture de cea\u0163a-negur\u0103 a zorilor, zv\u00e2cnind cu mi\u015fc\u0103ri sacadate, tot mai repezi. Om, fiar\u0103, creatur\u0103 de co\u015fmar? \u00centr-un t\u00e2rziu am deslu\u015fit cele dou\u0103 trupuri \u00eengem\u0103nate, zbucium\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentr-o \u00eencle\u015ftare ce nu mai era lupt\u0103: Jean-Luc \u015fi David. Adolescentul cu trupul alb, de efeb \u015fi b\u0103rbatul-satir, contopi\u0163i \u00eentr-un imposibil dans de izbituri \u015fi convulsii repetate la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit. Chipul congestionat al francezului, trec\u00e2nd de la \u00eencr\u00e2ncenare la extaz, ochii de asasin ce \u00ee\u015fi \u00eempl\u00e2nt\u0103 pumnalul, chipul angelic al b\u0103iatului, ochii implor\u00e2nd cerul din care nu-l privea nimeni.<\/p>\n \u015ei, brusc, urletul, nebunia. Indienii au s\u0103rit \u00een picioare, Jean-Luc s-a n\u0103ruit peste David, cu ceva lucind, metalic, \u00eentre omopla\u0163i: un crucifix. Al\u0103turi, Angus McKinney \u00ee\u015fi privea degetele m\u00e2njite de s\u00e2nge cu o uimire pe care i-o \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015feam \u2013 c\u00e2nd, cum se dezlegase? R\u0103zboinicii se dezmeticeau. Unii l-au tras pe David de sub le\u015ful francezului, t\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-l p\u00e2n\u0103 la primul copac. L-au sp\u00e2nzurat de m\u00e2ini a\u015fa cum era, gol \u015fi n\u0103ucit, \u00een timp ce al\u0163ii \u00eel aduceau pe reverend, care str\u00e2ngea Biblia la piept. Nu i-au luat-o, au petrecut fr\u00e2nghiile peste ea, au \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dit mormane de crengi la picioarele lui, apoi au apropiat tor\u0163ele \u015fi…<\/p>\n \u201eAjunge<\/em>!\u201c<\/p>\n G\u00e2ndul ar fi trebuit s\u0103 r\u0103sune sub \u0163estele tuturor, s\u0103 \u00eei \u00eencremeneasc\u0103. N-a f\u0103cut-o.<\/p>\n Am \u00eencercat iar\u0103\u015fi, cu un \u00eenceput de nelini\u015fte. Din nou, nimic. Un indian \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencorda arcul, nep\u0103s\u0103tor, ceilal\u0163i hr\u0103neau focul. Nici Jean-Pierre nu m\u0103 auzise. Iar femeile… Elisabeth c\u00e2nta \u00eencet, cu pleoapele l\u0103sate, surd\u0103 la orice, Miriam se uita la bolta pe care se fug\u0103reau turme de nori, Harmony num\u0103ra firele de iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n Ce ne d\u0103duser\u0103 francezii s\u0103 bem?<\/p>\n O s\u0103geat\u0103, apoi alta au \u015fuierat prin v\u0103zduh. C\u00e2nd l-au str\u0103puns, trupul at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd a zv\u00e2cnit, d\u00e2nd s\u0103 se smulg\u0103, s\u0103 scape. Numai trupul. David s-a uitat la s\u00e2ngele ce \u00eei \u015firoia pe p\u00e2ntec, pe coapse… apoi a r\u00e2s. Alte dou\u0103 s\u0103ge\u0163i, alte hohote.<\/p>\n Spaima: un sentiment nou, o experien\u0163\u0103 pe care nu o voiam. Eram deprins\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu. Acum, trebuia s\u0103 ghicesc ce va urma. McKinney \u00eens\u0103, nu avea \u00eendoieli:<\/p>\n \u2013 … fii ai Sodomei, francezi desfr\u00e2na\u0163i! Ve\u0163i da socoteal\u0103 pentru faptele voastre! \u015ei pentru sufletele nevinovate pe care le-a\u0163i os\u00e2ndit pe vecie… Fi\u0163i blestema\u0163i, voi cei din \u0162ara Pierzaniei!<\/p>\n Revolu\u0163ia nu \u00eencepuse, Republica nu-l izgonise pe Dumnezeu, Napoleon nu speriase Europa \u2013 dar, pentru pastorul puritan, to\u0163i francezii erau ni\u015fte mon\u015ftri. \u00cens\u0103 iadul, Apocalipsa nu-l \u00eenfrico\u015fau deloc pe Jean-Pierre; \u00eei aminteau doar c\u0103 nu p\u0103c\u0103tuise \u2013 \u00eenc\u0103. A r\u0103sturnat-o pe Miriam peste sor\u0103-sa, rup\u00e2ndu-i rochia, corsetul, dintr-o smucitur\u0103. Nasturii de sidef \u0163\u00e2\u015fniser\u0103 \u00een toate p\u0103r\u0163ile, Harmony \u00eencerca s\u0103 \u00eei prind\u0103 ca pe ni\u015fte licurici \u015fi Miriam s-a r\u0103sucit s\u0103 o ajute. R\u00e2deau am\u00e2ndou\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 b\u0103rbatul le-a tras spre el, scr\u00e2\u015fnind; apoi, trupurile s-au \u00eennodat, degetele lui sf\u00e2\u015fiau ultimele zdren\u0163e, \u00eencle\u015ftau, unghiile l\u0103sau s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde… David nu mai r\u00e2dea. Doi indieni \u00eel spintecau f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103, iar el \u00eei privea uimit, ne\u00een\u0163eleg\u00e2nd ce fac. A\u015fa a trecut Dincolo \u2013 cu ochii mari, cu g\u00e2ndul la Kate. Au r\u0103sunat primele tunete, copacii trosneau sub m\u00e2nia v\u00e2ntului \u015fi fl\u0103c\u0103rile au crescut p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer, ascunz\u00e2ndu-l pe Angus McKinney, ale c\u0103rui blesteme deveniser\u0103 sparte, r\u0103gu\u015fite. Vocea de sopran\u0103 a doamnei Perkins r\u0103zb\u0103tea printre strig\u0103tele r\u0103zboinicilor ce o rostogoleau prin jar \u015fi cenu\u015f\u0103, apoi le-am auzit pe gemene, un singur urlet ascu\u0163it, curmat dintr-o dat\u0103.<\/p>\n \u015ei s-a f\u0103cut lini\u015fte. Elisabeth \u00eencremenise, ghemuit\u0103 \u00eentr-o balt\u0103 neagr\u0103, reverendul t\u0103cuse, \u00eenghi\u0163it de stejarul-rug, Miriam \u015fi Harmony z\u0103ceau fr\u00e2nte peste o buturug\u0103, francezul \u00eencle\u015fta m\u00e2nerul sabiei ce le \u0163intuise pe am\u00e2ndou\u0103 de lemnul putrezit, iar indienii m\u0103 z\u0103riser\u0103 \u00een lumina fulgerelor \u015fi veneau…<\/p>\n Doar pentru a se opri, holb\u00e2ndu-se la gaura din fruntea lui Jean-Pierre, la cea din piept. Nu auziser\u0103 \u00eempu\u015fc\u0103turile, nici pa\u015fii b\u0103rbatului care intra \u00een lumin\u0103. Ajuns l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u015fi-a cobor\u00e2t pistoalele, apoi m-a privit lung:<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu este un joc, Lorena.<\/p>\n Calder, aici? Dintre to\u0163i fiii Celor Vechi<\/em> care cutreierau lumea, tocmai Calder Wallace s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 neajutorat\u0103, \u00een puterea indienilor gata s\u0103 se \u00eenfrupte din prad\u0103…<\/p>\n R\u0103zboinicii s-au plecat cu venera\u0163ie, ca \u00eenaintea Marelui Spirit: cine \u00eel v\u0103zuse pe Calder lupt\u00e2nd, nu voia s\u0103 \u00eei fie du\u015fman. Iar el… nici nu i-a luat \u00een seam\u0103. Se uita la mine, a\u015ftept\u00e2nd… ce? S\u0103 m\u0103 dezleg singur\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eei pun pe indieni s\u0103-\u015fi taie g\u00e2tul unul altuia? Dac\u0103 puteam, ar fi fost mor\u0163i de mult! Furia, umilin\u0163a \u00eemi aduseser\u0103 tot s\u00e2ngele \u00een obraji. Calder s-a aplecat \u015fi, \u00een loc s\u0103 deznoade fr\u00e2nghia, \u015fi-a lipit buzele de ale mele, sorbindu-mi r\u0103suflarea. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau m-am pomenit r\u0103spunz\u00e2ndu-i la s\u0103rut. Trecuse at\u00e2ta vreme de c\u00e2nd… S-a desprins brusc, spulber\u00e2nd magia clipei:<\/p>\n \u2013 Lacrima \u015earpelui Alb!<\/p>\n Am murmurat ceva, poate o \u00eentrebare.<\/p>\n \u2013 Licoarea \u015famanilor… Le arat\u0103 trecutul, viitorul, deschide c\u0103i spre alte lumi. Celor neobi\u015fnui\u0163i cu ea le ia min\u0163ile, nou\u0103 ne adoarme puterile. Cum este s\u0103 fii om, Lorena?<\/p>\n \u2013 \u00cenfrico\u015f\u0103tor. C\u00e2t o s\u0103 \u0163in\u0103?<\/p>\n \u2013 Efectul, p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine. Durerea care o s\u0103-\u0163i sparg\u0103 t\u00e2mplele, c\u00e2teva zile.<\/p>\n Durere? Ce \u00eensemna asta fa\u0163\u0103 de cumplita, insuportabila senza\u0163ie de neputin\u0163\u0103? Calder m-a s\u0103ltat \u00een picioare \u015fi ochii ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit pentru prima oar\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 Calder… \u0162i-am mul\u0163umit c\u0103 m-ai salvat?<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu.<\/p>\n Atunci am spus ceva nea\u015fteptat, chiar \u015fi pentru mine.<\/p>\n \u2013 \u00centr-o zi, o voi face.<\/p>\n Am smuls Biblia dintre degetele \u00eennegrite ale reverendului, apoi m-am r\u0103sucit, pornind spre p\u0103dure f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n #<\/p>\n Despre autoare<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Rodica Bretin<\/strong> a debutat cu o povestire \u00een 1982, iar \u00een 1985 i-a ap\u0103rut volumul Efect Holografic<\/em>.<\/p>\n Este membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia \u015fi a Fantasia Art Association din Cornwall (Marea Britanie).<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Volume de beletristic\u0103 publicate: Efect Holografic <\/em>(1985); \u015eoimul Alb <\/em>(1987); Uria\u015ful cel Bun <\/em>(1989); Drumul f\u0103r\u0103 Sf\u00e2r\u015fit <\/em>(1991); Cel care Vine din Urm\u0103 <\/em>(1993); Lumea lui Hind<\/em> (1998); Omul de Nisip<\/em> (2000); Fecioara de Fier<\/em> (2002; 2006; 2014; 2017); Cetatea f\u0103r\u0103 trecut<\/em> (2015); Fort\u0103rea\u0163a <\/em>(2016); Oameni \u015fi Zei<\/em> (2017), Poarta Stelar\u0103<\/em> (2018) \u015fi Elysium<\/em> (2019), cele 3 volume din seria Protectorii<\/em>; Casa f\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103r\u0163i<\/em> (2020).<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u0103r\u0163i din domeniul frontierelor cunoa\u015fterii: Dosarele Imposibilului<\/em> (2003); Tunelul Timpului<\/em> (2003); Poarta Vr\u0103jitoarelor <\/em>(2004; 2015); Poltergeist \u2013 atacatori<\/em> invizibili<\/em> (2005); Misterul Lumilor Paralele <\/em>(2006); Naufragia\u0163i \u00een Timp <\/em>(2006); C\u0103l\u0103torii \u00een timp \u015fi lumi paralele<\/em> (2015); R\u0103zboinicii Nordului<\/em> (2015); Cronicile Imposibilului<\/em> (2015); Ecouri din tenebre <\/em>(2016); Ultima frontier\u0103<\/em> (2021).<\/p>\n A \u00eenfiin\u0163at \u00eempreun\u0103 cu so\u0163ul ei, scriitorul Dan Apostol, Editura Baricada \u015fi a coeditat seria Antares<\/em>, patru antologii dedicate literaturii fantastice \u015fi culturii enciclopedice (vechi civiliza\u0163ii, fenomene neelucidate, cryptozoologie); a realizat antologiile de literatur\u0103 clasic\u0103 fantastic\u0103 Cronici din lumi interzise<\/em> (2003) \u015fi V\u00e2n\u0103torii Lumii de Dincolo<\/em> (2006).<\/p>\n A publicat proz\u0103, eseuri, articole, traduceri \u00een reviste literare din Rom\u00e2nia, Fran\u0163a \u015fi Marea Britanie.<\/p>\n A primit numeroase premii, printre care:<\/p>\n \u201ePremiul pentru cea mai bun\u0103 proz\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103\u201c la Festivalul Interna\u0163ional al Artei Fantastice de la Annecy (Fran\u0163a), pentru nuvela Negura<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201ePremiul Volaverunt\u201c (Premiul pentru proz\u0103 fantastic\u0103) la Festivalul din Valencia (Spania), pentru nuvela Conquistadorul<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201ePremiul pentru cel mai bun roman str\u0103in\u201c al Fantasia Art Association, pentru romanul Fecioara de Fier<\/em>, publicat \u00een serial de revista The Historian<\/em> din Truro (Cornwall \u2013 Marea Britanie).<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201ePremiul COLIN, categoria volum de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 fantastic\u0103\u201c pentru Cetatea f\u0103r\u0103 trecut<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201ePremiul OPERA OMNIA\u201c, decernat la cea de-a 40-a edi\u0163ie a Conven\u0163iei Na\u0163ionale a Cluburilor \u015fi Autorilor de science-fiction din Rom\u00e2nia, Timi\u015foara 2019.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Rodica Bretin \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen bibliotec\u0103 aveam sute de tomuri \u00eembr\u0103cate \u00een piele, iar undeva, \u00eentr-un col\u0163 al unui raft de jos, am dat peste o Biblie Protestant\u0103 cu coper\u0163i scorojite de fl\u0103c\u0103ri. 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