de Bianca \u0218omoiag<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 A fost o dat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103, pe vremea c\u00e2nd se plimba Petru pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i judeca pe te miri cine, a fost un drac. Dar nu orice drac, c\u0103ci \u0103sta mi-era drac sf\u00e2nt. Dar mai \u00eent\u00e2i, s\u0103 \u00eencep cu \u00eenceputul: f\u0103cu Domnul lumin\u0103, f\u0103cu cer \u0219i stele, p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i \u00eengeri, oameni \u0219i animale, vai ce minun\u0103\u021bie, \u00ee\u021bi era mai mare dragul s\u0103 prive\u0219ti la crea\u021bia Dumnezeiasc\u0103! De toate avea \u0219i mul\u021bumit mai era. Dar parc\u0103, parc\u0103 ceva \u00eei lipsea \u021bes\u0103turii sale. Crea\u021bia \u00eei era incomplet\u0103. \u0218i a stat El, c\u00e2t o fi stat pe g\u00e2nduri, dar nu putu g\u0103si r\u0103spunsul. Apoi s-a apucat s\u0103 \u00eei \u00eentrebe pe \u00eengeri, c\u0103ci nu se \u0219tie niciodat\u0103 de unde \u00ee\u021bi sare norocul. Spre dezn\u0103dejdea Domnului, \u00eengerii nu avur\u0103 r\u0103spunsuri clare: ba c\u0103 trebuia mai pu\u021bin\u0103 ap\u0103, ba c\u0103 e p\u0103m\u00e2ntul prea rotund, ba c\u0103 e omul prea prost. Las\u0103! R\u0103spunsurile lor nu l-au mul\u021bumit pe Dumnezeu iar cu at\u00e2t mai pu\u021bin s\u0103-l lini\u0219teasc\u0103. C\u00e2nd n-ai ce face, iar nevoia te sile\u0219te, \u00ee\u021bi mai apleci urechea \u0219i \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri. Astfel merse Dumnezeu la \u00cencornorat, n\u0103zuind c\u0103 poate el i-ar putea lumina mintea. Ehe, p\u0103i Spurcatul nici nu vru s\u0103 aud\u0103 de a\u0219a ceva, l-a \u00eentors pe bietul Tat\u0103 \u00eenapoi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 de dou\u0103 ori \u00eenainte. \u201cCe s\u0103 caute Dumnezeu \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bia sa?!\u201d se \u00eentreba el indignat. \u201cTe pomene\u0219ti c\u0103 ai venit s\u0103 \u00eemi iei \u0219i dracii! Du-te \u0219i te-ntoarce la \u00eengerii t\u0103i fandosi\u021bi c\u0103 pe dracii mei nu pui m\u00e2na! Sunt ai mei!\u201d strigase acesta revoltat \u00een urma Tat\u0103lui.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i tocmai \u00een acea clip\u0103 binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103, \u00een mintea Domnului s-a f\u0103cut lumin\u0103. De toate avea, nimic nu-i lipsea! Dar un lucru totu\u0219i \u00eei sc\u0103pase: dracul. El nu avea draci. Nu f\u0103cuse un drac al s\u0103u. Cum a\u0219a groz\u0103venie?! S\u0103 aibe \u00cencornoratul ceva ce El nu are?! Niciodat\u0103! \u0218i iat\u0103, astfel se n\u0103scu dracul lui Dumnezeu. \u0218i acum s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem la povestea noastr\u0103. A fost o dat\u0103 un drac f\u0103urit de Dumnezeu \u00eensu\u0219i. \u0218i dracul nostru se numea Afanasi, nume bine-cunoscut de toate umbrele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u0219i nu numai. \u0218i a cutreierat Afanasi printre mun\u021bi \u0219i peste v\u0103i, peste veacuri, peste m\u0103ri, ce f\u0103cu, ce nu f\u0103cu, c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea \u00eel \u0219tia dup\u0103 nume \u0219i se fereau de de el ca dracu de t\u0103m\u00e2ie. \u201cDa’ cine mai e \u0219i Afanasi\u00a0 \u0103sta?!\u201d spunea unul. \u201cShhh! Taci, s\u0103 nu te-aud\u0103! Taci din gur\u0103!\u201d r\u0103spundea al doilea. Niciun chip nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103-i \u0219opteasc\u0103 numele., dar la drept vorbind tare greu \u00eei mai era \u0219i numele \u0103sta! Iar aici \u00eencepe desc\u00e2ntecul s\u0103u, al celui cu nume f\u0103urit si zidit din umbre \u0219i nevoi. \u0102sta era dracul lui Dumnezeu. \u0218i ochii lui au v\u0103zut multe, urechile i-au auzit \u0219i mai multe. Un mare r\u0103u s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat. I\u021bele lumii s-au \u00eencurcat. Pesemne cineva s-a r\u0103zvr\u0103tit. Sau poate lumea s-a oprit din citit. Cert e c\u0103 timpul nu s-a mai\u00a0 \u00eenv\u00e2rtit. Echilibrul aproape c\u0103 a murit. \u0218i doar Afanasi al nostru putea prinde calul de c\u0103p\u0103stru. C\u0103ci el nu era nici sf\u00e2nt nici r\u0103u, era exact cum l-a l\u0103sat Dumnezeu. Tu s\u0103-mi dai ascultare, c\u0103ci \u00een zare-i \u00eentins\u0103 mare de suflete bocitoare. Cuv\u00e2ntul lui e sf\u00e2nt, c\u0103ci pe acest P\u0103m\u00e2nt, omul \u00eei d\u0103 ascultare. Cu vise de \u00eendurare s\u0103 nu te-neci la asfin\u021bit c\u0103ci odat\u0103 a\u021bipit, ochii \u021bi-au amu\u021bit. S\u0103 stai s\u0103 ascul\u021bi la \u0219oapte din noapte, \u0219i nu \u00een de\u0219arte c\u00e2ntece netoate.\u00a0 \u00cen lumea lui de ne\u00eentors, ce te roade p\u00e2n\u0103 la os, timpurile cos. De te-ai aruncat \u00een ne\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103, cu bun\u0103 sau rea credin\u021b\u0103, calea \u021bi-e pecetluit\u0103 de a lui suflare \u00eempietrit\u0103. S\u0103 te rogi, s\u0103 te arunci, s\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi \u0219i s\u0103 implori la cei nemuritori, e prea t\u00e2rziu. Cerul str\u0103veziu, r\u00e2ul cenu\u0219iu te strig\u0103, numele-\u021bi cioplit \u00een sticl\u0103 iar cale de \u00eentoarcere nu-i. Aceasta e povestea lui.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se uita plictisit\u0103 la gura c\u0103scat\u0103 a fratelui ei mai mic. Denis avea 7 ani \u0219i era u\u0219or impresionabil. Prea u\u0219or. Ce-i drept, nu-l putea \u00eenvinui prea tare c\u0103ci a\u0219a obi\u0219nuia si ea s\u0103 fie la v\u00e2rsta lui. Dar asta se \u00eent\u00e2mpla cu mul\u021bi ani \u00een urm\u0103. Amintirile \u00eei erau \u00een cea\u021b\u0103. Nu despre cei din jur, ci despre ea. Nu putea pricepe de ce obi\u0219nuia s\u0103 fie a\u0219a cum era atunci. \u00cei mul\u021bumea Cerului c\u0103 se schimbase. Acum acea feti\u021b\u0103 cu ochi veseli \u0219i minte vis\u0103toare exista doar \u00eentr-o amintire spart\u0103 \u0219i veche dintr-o perioad\u0103 moart\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen copil\u0103rie, p\u0103rin\u021bii obi\u0219nuiau s\u0103 o trimit\u0103 \u00een fiecare var\u0103 la \u021bar\u0103, la mamai Rada. Venea \u0219i st\u0103tea c\u00e2te 3-4 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. Pe atunci, g\u00e2ndul de a petrece at\u00e2ta timp \u00een casa magic\u0103 a bunicii \u00eei umplea inima de fericire. Era mic\u0103. Era prostu\u021b\u0103. \u00cei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 viseze. Iubea acea c\u0103su\u021ba simpl\u0103 dar cu o atmosfer\u0103 unic\u0103. Parc\u0103 ograda \u00eens\u0103\u0219i avea un suflet al s\u0103u, o semn\u0103tur\u0103 care \u00eenc\u0103 mai d\u0103inuia \u00een inima sa, de\u0219i Augustina nu ar fi recunoscut asta niciodat\u0103. Era o adev\u0103rat\u0103 aventur\u0103 s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la casa lui mamai Rada. Trebuia\u00a0 s\u0103 treac\u0103 o g\u00e2rl\u0103 limpede, pe un pod vechi din lemn care se balansa amenin\u021b\u0103tor dac\u0103 mergeai \u00een zigzag pe el. Trebuia s\u0103 urce peste o colin\u0103 abrupt\u0103 \u0219i mereu ajungea s\u0103 oboseasc\u0103 pe la jum\u0103tatea acesteia. Apoi o a\u0219tepta o potecu\u021ba \u00eengust\u0103 \u0219i ve\u0219nic \u00eenverzit\u0103. Era semnul c\u0103 toat\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toria meritase osteneala. Iar la cap\u0103tul ei, se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba ca \u00eentr-un basm, o c\u0103su\u021ba veche \u0219i curat\u0103. Casa bunicii. Avea o gr\u0103din\u0103 mare cu legume \u00eengrijite \u0219i proaspete, copaci mul\u021bi, numai buni de c\u0103\u021b\u0103rat, iarb\u0103 moale \u0219i verde, animale \u0219i mul\u021bi copii veseli, \u00eentotdeauna pu\u0219i pe joac\u0103 \u0219i n\u0103zb\u00e2tii. Se juca aproape \u00een fiecare zi cu copiii din sat. O ajuta pe mamai \u0219i f\u0103cea lucruri pe care nu le-ar fi povestit niciodat\u0103 prietenilor ei de la ora\u0219, cum ar fi culesul de corcodu\u0219e sau f\u0103cutul \u021buicii.\u00a0 Augustina se \u00eengrozea acum la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 cineva ar fi putut afla despre asta. Ea crescuse \u0219i se schimbase. Dar casa nu se schimbase \u0219i nici mamai Rada. \u00cen ciuda faptului c\u0103 acum p\u0103rea mult mai mic\u0103 \u0219i firav\u0103, ochii \u00eei sc\u00e2nteiau de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i voie bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ast\u0103zi \u00eel minuna pe Denis cu pove\u0219tile ei fantastice. C\u00e2nd era de v\u00e2rsta lui, Augustina iubea acele pove\u0219ti. Se g\u00e2ndea mereu la ele, le tot \u021besea \u0219i descosea \u00een propia-i imagina\u021bie, le g\u0103sea alte sensuri, alte \u00een\u021belesuri, se imagina protagonist\u0103 \u00een ele \u0219i le d\u0103dea alte finaluri, mai bune, mai frumoase. \u0218i \u00eentotdeauna se m\u0103rita cu F\u0103t Frumos. Parc\u0103 ar fi tr\u0103it din ele. Sau poate c\u0103 ele tr\u0103iau din ea. Nu mai \u0219tia \u0219i nu mai conta. A fost de mult. Cert e, c\u0103 povestea lui Afansi mereu i-a dat fiori pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii. \u0218i-ar fi dorit ca bunica s\u0103 nu i-o fi spus \u0219i fratelui ei mai mic. Pe ea o speriase destul de tare \u00een copil\u0103rie. \u00cens\u0103 uit\u00e2ndu-se la fa\u021ba \u00eenc\u00e2ntat\u0103 a b\u0103ie\u021belului buclat, Augustina realiz\u0103 rapid c\u0103 nu era \u0219i cazul lui. Ce b\u0103iat n\u0103t\u00e2ng<\/em> g\u00e2ndi ea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Povestea c\u0103p\u0103tase o nuan\u021b\u0103 teribil\u0103 \u00een ochii ei de copil. \u00cei b\u00e2ntuise visele multe nop\u021bi la r\u00e2nd. Era cu at\u00e2t mai r\u0103u c\u0103ci exista \u00een sat, o biseric\u0103 veche din lemn care se spunea c\u0103 ar fi fost blestemat\u0103. Toat\u0103 lumea din sat \u0219i din \u00eemprejurimi \u0219tia c\u0103 acea biseric\u0103 apar\u021binea lui Afanasi, dracul lui Dumnezeu. Acela era p\u0103m\u00e2ntul lui \u0219i nimeni nu \u00eel c\u0103lca. Nici m\u0103car animalele. Cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a credea toat\u0103 lumea. C\u00e2nd era mic\u0103, obi\u0219nuia s\u0103 cread\u0103 cu sfin\u021benie \u00een orice i-ar fi spus mamai Rada. Nu se apropiase niciodat\u0103 de biserica blestemat\u0103. Nici nu ar fi \u00eendr\u0103znit. Era prea \u00eengrozit\u0103. Uneori, parc\u0103 sim\u021bea aievea cum biserica o chema la ea \u0219i se speria \u0219i mai tare. \u00centr-un timp, \u00ee\u0219i dorea cu ardoare ca biserica aceea s\u0103 nu fi existat niciodat\u0103. Vroia s\u0103 dispar\u0103, s\u0103 ard\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 se fac\u0103 scrum. Mamai Rada chiar o dusese la un preot s\u0103 o desc\u00e2nte de spaim\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Acum nu \u00ee\u0219i mai putea aminti de ce era a\u0219a dramatic\u0103. Devenise mai mult o amintire ru\u0219inoas\u0103. Timpul trecuse iar ea nu mai era un copil credul \u0219i sperios. Acum avea 16 ani. Era mai \u00eenalt\u0103 dec\u00e2t toate prietenele sale \u0219i mai frumoas\u0103 ca oricine. Da, cu siguran\u021b\u0103 era frumoas\u0103! P\u0103rul ei lung acoperea ca o m\u0103tase de aur umerii s\u0103i albi \u0219i imacula\u021bi. Avea buzele pline, cu o nuan\u021b\u0103 tentant\u0103 de trandafiriu, ochii mari, inocen\u021bi \u0219i alba\u0219tri. \u0218i reci.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Avea picioare lungi \u0219i drepte, talie sub\u021bire \u0219i bust generos. Oamenii \u00eentotdeauna \u00eentorceau capul dup\u0103 ea pe strad\u0103. Mai ales b\u0103rba\u021bii. Femeile o priveau mai mult\u0103 cu o \u00eencrunt\u0103tur\u0103 de dojan\u0103, mai ales c\u00e2nd purta unul din topurile ei \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be, care \u00eei l\u0103sau abdomenul plat la vedere. \u00cen special cele b\u0103tr\u00e2ne. Pentru Augustina \u0219i cele de 40 de ani erau tot b\u0103tr\u00e2ne. Mai avea un frate mai mic \u0219i un cont de instagram care \u00eei ocupa aproape \u00een \u00eentregime mintea \u0219i timpul. Era o fat\u0103 popular\u0103 \u0219i se plictisea repede de b\u0103ie\u021bi. To\u021bi o voiau \u0219i ea era convins\u0103 de asta. Contul ei de instragram devenise chemarea ei \u00een via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i crea\u021bia ei suprem\u0103. Nimic nu era mai important. Muncea mult pentru el. Acolo se numea Tina, nu ciudatul Augustina. Vorbea englez\u0103, era o fat\u0103 dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103 de ora\u0219 \u0219i sigur nu s-ar fi sp\u0103lat \u00eentr-un lighean. Era slab\u0103, la mod\u0103 \u0219i \u00eentotdeauna perfect\u0103. Era bun\u0103 cu toat\u0103 lumea \u0219i avea grij\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eei mul\u021bumeasc\u0103 pe to\u021bi. \u00cei venea s\u0103 \u00eennebuneasc\u0103 din cauza netului \u00eengrozitor de prost de la \u021bar\u0103. De ce trebuia s\u0103 stea bunica ei fix la dracu-n praznic?! De ce o trimiseser\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii\u00a0 din nou la \u021bar\u0103 dup\u0103 4 ani de pauz\u0103?! Cum avea s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i updateze fanii cu poze? Nu putea s\u0103 dispar\u0103 pur \u0219i simplu \u0219i nu putea s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i piard\u0103 fanii. Dar uite-o aici, uit\u00e2ndu-se nemul\u021bumit\u0103 la veselia fratelui ei mai mic. Nu avea chef s\u0103 vad\u0103 a\u0219a ceva. Nu era nicio veselie. Nu avea internet, pentru numele lui Dumnezeu! \u0218i acum mai trebuia s\u0103 asculte \u0219i povestea stupid\u0103 a nu-\u0219tiu-c\u0103rui drac magic. Numai oamenii de la \u021bar\u0103 ar fi capabili s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u00een a\u0219a bazaconii<\/em>, \u00ee\u0219i spuse Augustina. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 se g\u00e2ndea cu o u\u0219oar\u0103 triste\u021be la diferen\u021bele dintre oamenii de la \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i cei de la ora\u0219. \u0218i totu\u0219i la \u021bar\u0103 putuse \u00eentotdeauna s\u0103 fie ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n \u2500 Te-ai speriat,\u00a0 Tincu\u021b\u0103? \u0218tiu c\u0103 tu nu iube\u0219ti deloc povestea lui Afanasi, spuse mamai Rada, fix\u00e2nd-o pe t\u00e2n\u0103ra fat\u0103 cu ochii ei calzi \u0219i bl\u00e2nzi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se \u00eembufn\u0103 chiar mai tare dac\u0103 asta era posibil \u0219i arunc\u0103 o c\u0103ut\u0103tur\u0103 sfid\u0103toare bunicii sale. Nu mai fusese\u00a0 numit\u0103 a\u0219a de mult\u0103 vreme. Doar ea o alinta astfel \u0219i nu \u00eei mai pl\u0103cea deloc.<\/p>\n \u2500 Mie? Mie s\u0103-mi fie team\u0103 de prostia aia?! Am crescut, mamai, nu vezi?! Nu mai cred \u00een basme \u0219i pove\u0219ti de adormit copiii de mult timp. Ceea ce m\u0103 deranjeaz\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat e lipsa de internet. \u0218tii cumva dac\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii Andreei \u0219i-au instalat wifi?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Femeia b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i m\u0103sur\u0103 nepoata din cap p\u00e2n\u0103-n picioare, cu ochi cercet\u0103tori \u0219i mutr\u0103 serioas\u0103, de parc\u0103 ar fi c\u00e2nt\u0103rit ceva de o importan\u021b\u0103 major\u0103 \u00een mintea ei t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103. Apoi un z\u00e2mbet \u0219trengar \u00eencol\u021bi pe buzele sale.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 A\u0219a-i, v\u0103z. Te-ai schimbat \u0219i e\u0219ti fat\u0103 mare, dar parc\u0103 tot un copil st\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba mea. A\u0219a mi se pare mie, \u00eencheie aceasta ridic\u00e2nd din umeri. Nu \u0219tiu, mam\u0103, de wifi-ul \u0103sta al vostru. Du-te \u0219i o-ntreab\u0103 pe fat\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Tina nu poate tr\u0103i f\u0103r\u0103 contul de instagram, mamai, spuse Denis r\u00e2z\u00e2nd. Stai s\u0103-\u021bi povestesc!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu am plecat la Andreea! S\u0103 nu m\u0103 a\u0219tepta\u021bi la pr\u00e2nz c\u0103 nu vin. Augustina se ridic\u0103 \u0219i plec\u0103 spre u\u0219\u0103. Apoi se opri \u0219i se \u00eentoarse brusc cu fa\u021ba la femeia \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 care \u00ee\u0219i privea nepoata cu ochi \u00eentreb\u0103tori.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Biserica e tot acolo unde \u00eemi amintesc eu c\u0103 este? \u0218i tot la fel de blestemat\u0103?<\/p>\n \u00centr-o frac\u021biune de secund\u0103 ochii femeii se m\u0103rir\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103p\u0103tar\u0103 o nuan\u021b\u0103 grav\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Unde \u00ee\u021bi aminte\u0219ti c\u0103 e? Vreau \u0219i eu s\u0103 o v\u0103d, se repezi Denis curios \u0219i s\u0103ri voios de pe scaun ca s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i urmeze sora\u00a0 mai mare.<\/p>\n Mamai Rada \u00eel prinse de cot \u0219i \u00eel opri. Apoi o fix\u0103 pe t\u00e2n\u0103ra fat\u0103 cu gravitate. \u00cen ochii ei se citea avertismentul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 S\u0103 nu mergi niciodat\u0103 acolo. Niciodat\u0103! Nu ai voie \u0219i at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t e\u0219ti \u00een casa mea, nu \u00ee\u021bi permit. Nu ai ce vedea. O adun\u0103tur\u0103 de lemne arse. At\u00e2t. Promite-mi c\u0103 nu te duci! \u0218i nu \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 calci peste cuv\u00e2ntul meu.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina nu \u00ee\u0219i putea aminti ultima oar\u0103 c\u00e2nd o v\u0103zuse pe mamai Rada at\u00e2t de autoritar\u0103 \u0219i rece. Nu credea c\u0103 fusese astfel vreodat\u0103 \u0219i nu putea concepe faptul c\u0103 tocmai cu ea se comporta astfel. \u00cen fond, doar pusese o \u00eentrebare oarecare. Mirarea l\u0103s\u0103 loc rapid furiei. Nimeni nu i se adresase astfel vreodat\u0103, mereu avusese libertatea s\u0103 fac\u0103 orice poftea. \u0218i \u00een mod clar, nu \u00eei pl\u0103cea deloc s\u0103 \u00eei fie obstruc\u021bionat\u0103 libertatea. O idee diavoleasc\u0103 \u00eencol\u021bi \u00een mintea ei care fierbea de nervi. Dar era totodat\u0103 \u0219i o idee genial\u0103. Augustina mim\u0103 rapid o fa\u021b\u0103 nevinovat\u0103 \u0219i morm\u0103i un ok. Apoi se \u00eentoarse cu spatele \u0219i trecu val-v\u00e2rtej pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 poarta cea veche din lemn. Era la \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i credea c\u0103 acest lucru avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 condamnarea ei \u0219i a vie\u021bii sale sociale. Nu \u0219tia ce naiba putea posta \u0219i s\u0103 fie credibil. Acum avea solu\u021bia. Povestea aceea \u00eengrozitoare avea s\u0103 fie colacul ei de salvare \u0219i totodat\u0103 cheia spre mai mult\u0103 popularitate. Fata cu chip de \u00eenger se aventureaz\u0103 plin\u0103 de curaj s\u0103 exploreze, singur\u0103,\u00a0 o legend\u0103 veche dintr-un sat uitat de lume<\/em>. Pozele cu biserica, p\u0103durea \u0219i filmarea \u00een care ea va ar\u0103ta ca de obicei, sexy, dar inocent\u0103, urma s\u0103 \u00eei aduc\u0103 \u0219i mai mult\u0103 admira\u021bie. Poate \u00ee\u0219i va dubla num\u0103rul de followeri \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i va deschide un magazin online. Da! Asta avea s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple! Era at\u00e2t de pornit\u0103 \u0219i hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t nici m\u0103car o mie de Afanasi nu i-ar fi putut sta \u00een cale. Era capabil\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenfrunte orice. Se sim\u021bea puternic\u0103, frumoas\u0103 \u0219i de ne\u00eenvins. Iubea sentimentul acela! De ne\u00eenvins\u2026<\/p>\n \n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u221e<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u0103durea era mult mai \u00eentunecat\u0103 \u0219i umed\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00eendr\u0103znise ea s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i aminteasc\u0103. Crengile copacilor erau at\u00e2t dese \u0219i \u00eenc\u00e2lcite \u00eenc\u00e2t razele soarelui nu mai r\u0103zbeau s\u0103 treac\u0103 prin scutul acela macabru. Nu existau alei sau potecu\u021be, doar frunze moarte, bosche\u021bi, licheni \u0219i arbu\u0219ti. Auzise \u0219i de c\u00e2teva ori ni\u0219te sunete misterioase pe care ea le atribuise numaidec\u00e2t p\u0103s\u0103rilor. Augustina trebuia doar s\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 minte c\u0103 era de ne\u00eenvins. \u00ce\u0219i f\u0103cuse machiajul, p\u0103rul, se \u00eembr\u0103case potrivit pentru o exploratoare sexy \u0219i cu siguran\u021b\u0103 nu avea s\u0103 fie oprit\u0103 de ni\u0219te crengi t\u00e2mpite \u0219i ceva m\u0103r\u0103cini. Z\u00e2rieturile de pe bra\u021be \u0219i de pe picioare avea s\u0103 le editeze \u00eenainte s\u0103 posteze filmarea. Totul se va aranja bine \u00eentr-un final. Dintr-un oarecare motiv, vorbele bunicii se auzir\u0103 din nou, ca un ecou \u00eendep\u0103rtat \u00een mintea ei. Sim\u021bi brusc c\u0103 i se face frig. P\u0103durea era prea singuratic\u0103, prea \u00eentunecos\u0103 \u0219i mult prea rece. \u00ce\u0219i putea auzi propriile b\u0103t\u0103i ale inimii duduind precum o tob\u0103 a destinului. Mamai Rada era o femeie simpl\u0103 de la \u021bar\u0103. Nu puteai s\u0103 \u00eei ceri prea multe. Nu mai era nervoas\u0103 pe ea \u0219i nici nu avea s\u0103 \u00eei poarte pic\u0103. \u00cens\u0103 nici nu o va l\u0103sa s\u0103 o opreasc\u0103. Oamenii de la \u021bar\u0103 erau prea supersti\u021bio\u0219i din fire \u0219i mult prea u\u0219or de speriat. Ea nu era a\u0219a. Cel pu\u021bin, nu mai era\u2026<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 o bun\u0103 bucat\u0103 de timp, Augustina z\u0103ri \u00een dep\u0103rtare silueta unei biserici. Inima ei se umplu de u\u0219urare. Sim\u021bea c\u0103 mergea de ore \u00eentregi. La un moment dat chiar \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se team\u0103 c\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cise drumul. Augustina \u00ee\u0219i scoase telefonul din buzunar \u0219i observ\u0103 c\u0103 acesta era \u00eenchis. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel deschid\u0103, dar telefonul nu voia s\u0103 porneasc\u0103 deloc! Ciudat<\/em>, \u00ee\u0219i spuse ea. Nu \u00eel \u00eenchisese c\u00e2nd intrase \u00een p\u0103dure \u0219i \u00eel \u00eenc\u0103rcase bine \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece de la Andreea. Acolo \u00ee\u0219i anun\u021base fanii despre excursia surpriz\u0103 pe care le-o preg\u0103tise \u0219i to\u021bi se ar\u0103taser\u0103 foarte entuziasma\u021bi de idee. Cale de \u00eentoarcere nu mai exista. Augustina \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec \u0219i \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i alunge \u00eendoielile.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u0103\u0219i \u00eentr-un lumini\u0219 lini\u0219tit \u0219i verde. Nicio frunz\u0103 moart\u0103 nu se z\u0103rea pe covorul moale \u0219i proasp\u0103t al ierbii. C\u00e2teva raze aurii reu\u0219iser\u0103 s\u0103 se furi\u0219eze prin \u00eencurc\u0103tura de crengi \u0219i trunchiuri groase care acopereau \u00eentreaga p\u0103dure ca o bolt\u0103 protectoare de lemn. Nu se z\u0103rea vreo floare sau urm\u0103 de animal. \u00cen centrul lumini\u0219ului, luminat\u0103 de c\u00e2teva raze de soare, se afla o biseric\u0103 veche, d\u0103r\u0103p\u0103nat\u0103 \u0219i \u00eennegrit\u0103 aproape \u00een \u00eentregime de focul care o arsese acum mult timp. Augustina realiz\u0103 brusc c\u0103 ea nu \u0219tia de ce arsese Biserica sau c\u00e2nd. Nu conta<\/em>, avea ea s\u0103 inventeze ceva pentru fanii ei. Aceasta \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 rucsacul pe iarb\u0103 \u0219i apoi scosese o glind\u0103 al\u0103turi de fardurile sale pre\u021bioase. Avea nevoie de un ultim retu\u0219, f\u0103r\u0103 doar \u0219i poate!\u00a0 \u00centr-un final, b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii sale se lini\u0219tir\u0103 \u0219i nu mai sim\u021bi dec\u00e2t pace \u0219i mul\u021bumire. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, Biserica nu era chiart at\u00e2t de \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toare. Era \u00eengust\u0103, nu foarte \u00eenalt\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103rea c\u0103 de abia se mai \u021bine pe picioare. Probabil c\u0103 30 de oameni ar fi umplut-o p\u00e2n\u0103 la refuz. Augustinei i se f\u0103cu mil\u0103 de ea. Ar\u0103ta mai degrab\u0103 singur\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toare. Fata se \u00eentreb\u0103 apoi dac\u0103 Afanasi fusese cel care o construise sau nu. \u0218i de ce \u00een mijlocul p\u0103durii din satul acela? Nu avea r\u0103spuns nici la acele \u00eentreb\u0103ri. Augustina realiz\u0103 din nou c\u0103 ea nu avea r\u0103spunsuri la multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri. Ce fac eu aici?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 T\u00e2n\u0103ra fat\u0103 scutur\u0103 din cap \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i limpezi mintea. Nu mai avea timp s\u0103 g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103. Trebuia doar s\u0103 ac\u021bioneze repede \u0219i s\u0103 plece. C\u00e2teva cadre cu Biserica, cu ea, si apoi mai putea povesti \u0219i acas\u0103 dup\u0103 ce avea s\u0103 mai cerceteze pu\u021bin legenda. Totul avea s\u0103 se \u00eencheie \u00een maximum 10 minute. At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se ridic\u0103 \u0219i porni camera. Apoi f\u0103cu o scurt\u0103 introducere pentru fanii s\u0103i \u00een care reu\u0219i, \u00een mod miraculous, s\u0103 mimeze un entuziasm credibil. \u00centr-un final, plec\u0103 \u00een direc\u021bia Bisericii. I se t\u0103ie respira\u021bia. Dintr-o dat\u0103. \u0218i se opri chiar \u00eenainte s\u0103 deschid\u0103 u\u0219a cea mare din lemn. Ceva nu se sim\u021bea bine. Dar era prea t\u00e2rziu. M\u00e2inile ei deschiser\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 voia ei, u\u0219a cea mare din lemn iar ea se afla \u00een \u00eentuneric, mim\u00e2nd veselia perfect\u0103 a unei fete blonde f\u0103r\u0103 de griji. Apoi u\u0219ile sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ir\u0103, ca un tunet atotputernic \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bia lui de \u00eentuneric \u0219i se \u00eenchiser\u0103 zgomotos \u00een urma ei.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u221e<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Trezi\u021bi-v\u0103, domni\u0219oar\u0103! V\u0103 rog s\u0103 v\u0103 trezi\u021bi degrab\u0103! Avem pu\u021bin timp la dispozi\u021bie s\u0103 punem totul la punct!<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u2500 Uita\u021bi c\u00e2t e ceasul, Doamne Dumnezeule, ce ne vom face cu dumneavoastr\u0103?!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O m\u00e2n\u0103 se n\u0103pusti \u0219i trase nemilos de pilota care acoperea fata cu p\u0103rul lung, blond \u0219i r\u0103sfirat pe jum\u0103tate din pat. M\u00e2inile ei mici \u0219i albe, se gr\u0103bir\u0103 s\u0103 apere ochii sensibili de atacul nea\u0219teptat al luminii. Nu \u00ee\u0219i dorea lumina. \u00cei pl\u0103cea \u00een \u00eentuneric. \u00centunericul o \u00eenv\u0103luise ca o manta protectoare \u0219i cald\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la venirea celor dou\u0103 gai\u021be. T\u00e2n\u0103ra d\u0103du din picioare bosumflat\u0103 \u0219i sim\u021bi cum somnul se risipea ireversibil \u00een vreme ce nervii \u0219i iritarea \u00eencepeau s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i fac\u0103 sim\u021bit\u0103 prezen\u021ba. Cine naiba erau alea dou\u0103 \u0219i de ce se aflau \u00een camera ei?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0Augustina se ridic\u0103 \u00een capul oaselor \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du p\u0103rul bogat pe spate. Era destul de energizat\u0103 pentru o mic\u0103 b\u0103t\u0103lie, ca s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eenceap\u0103 ziua ca la carte. Ochii, de un albastru \u00een\u021bep\u0103tor aruncau fulgere, iar figura ei c\u0103p\u0103tase o nuan\u021b\u0103 de autoritate bine exersat\u0103. Aceasta se preg\u0103ti s\u0103 deschid\u0103 gura \u0219i s\u0103 scoat\u0103 c\u00e2teva replici ustur\u0103toare, dar o \u00eenchise \u00eenapoi, la fel de repede cum o deschise. Ochii ei se m\u0103rir\u0103 semnificativ \u00een vreme ce toat\u0103 autoritatea se topi \u00eentr-o c\u0103ut\u0103tur\u0103 pe jum\u0103tate buimac\u0103, pe jum\u0103tate confuz\u0103. Aceasta duse gr\u0103bit m\u00e2inile la ochi \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 \u00eei frece cu patos. Apoi \u00eei deschise din nou \u0219i \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 se uite mai bine, dac\u0103 asta era cu putin\u021b\u0103. Figura ei, u\u0219or comic\u0103, le f\u0103cu pe cele dou\u0103 cameriste s\u0103 chicoteasc\u0103. Nu se a\u0219teptaser\u0103 ca domni\u0219oara s\u0103 fie at\u00e2t de intrigant\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 V\u0103 sim\u021bi\u021bi bine, domni\u0219oar\u0103? \u00eentreb\u0103 calm, o fat\u0103 al c\u0103rei p\u0103r brun era str\u00e2ns \u00eentr-un coc sever la spate. Z\u00e2mbetul ei cald \u0219i prietenos contrasta puternic cu ochii reci \u0219i \u00eencrez\u0103tori care debordau de professionalism.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 S\u0103 v\u0103 aduc ni\u0219te ap\u0103? Sau mai bine, micul dejun? Poate ar trebui s\u0103 m\u00e2nca\u021bi ceva ca s\u0103 v\u0103 de\u0219tepta\u021bi mai bine, spuse a doua fat\u0103 repezit, uit\u00e2ndu-se sfioas\u0103 la pantofii ei cei noi \u0219i bine lustrui\u021bi. Imediat, aceasta se g\u00e2rbovi \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i fr\u00e2ng\u0103 m\u00e2inile cu nervozitate. Oare spusese prea mult?<\/em> Fata se cert\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd pentru lipsa ei total\u0103 de st\u0103p\u00e2nire de sine.<\/p>\n Bruneta o atinse u\u0219or cu m\u00e2na pe cot \u0219i aceasta se mai lini\u0219ti pu\u021bin. Trebuiau s\u0103 dea tot ce avea mai bun, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 era unica lor \u0219ans\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se uit\u0103 stupefiat\u0103 la cele dou\u0103 tinere care nu p\u0103reau s\u0103 fie cu mult mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 dec\u00e2t de ea. Am\u00e2ndou\u0103 purtau acela\u0219i costum \u201cvesel\u201d, format dintr-o rochie lung\u0103, sobr\u0103 \u0219i neagr\u0103, \u00eencheiat\u0103 sever la g\u00e2t. Aceasta era acoperit\u0103 de un \u0219or\u021b alb imaculat, apretat perfect, ale c\u0103rui bretele dantelate se \u00eentindeau peste umeri. Dou\u0103 bonete albe cu vol\u0103na\u0219e le \u00eempodobea capul cu p\u0103rul prins str\u00e2ns la spate. M\u0103nu\u0219i albe din catifea le acoperea degetele, iar \u00een picioare erau \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bate cu cizme lucioase de culoarea mahonului. \u00cen afar\u0103 de fa\u021b\u0103, nicio alt\u0103 bucat\u0103 de piele nu era vizibil\u0103. Cea brunet\u0103 st\u0103tea dreapt\u0103, m\u00e2ndr\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei z\u00e2mbea cu \u00eencredere, \u00een vreme ce a doua fat\u0103, cea cu p\u0103rul castaniu, se uita sfios la ea, de parc\u0103 se a\u0219tepta s\u0103 fie dojenit\u0103 din clip\u0103-n clip\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Totul p\u0103rea at\u00e2t de real! Incredibil de real! Augustina \u00eencepu s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 o luase razna cu adev\u0103rat. Camera unde se afla era imens\u0103. Patru coloane albe, sculptate \u00een stil grecesc sus\u021bineau o bolt\u0103 rotund, pictat\u0103 cu \u00eengeri, nori, stele \u0219i flori. Maica Domnului se afla \u00een centru a tot, chiar deasupra patului ei, veghind \u0219i z\u00e2mbind a\u0219a cum z\u00e2mbe\u0219te o mam\u0103 la copilul ei neascult\u0103tor dar nepre\u021buit. Augustina \u00ee\u0219i aminti de propia-i mam\u0103 \u0219i sim\u021bi un junghi \u00een inim\u0103. Podeaua, de un mahon \u00eentunecat \u0219i rebel lucea \u00een contrast cu pere\u021bii v\u0103rui\u021bi \u00eentr-un\u00a0 alb cuminte \u0219i \u0219ters. O fereastr\u0103 imens\u0103 cu balcon acoperea tot peretele din dreapta sa. Perdele grele din catifea ro\u0219ie, at\u00e2rnau de-a st\u00e2nga \u0219i de-a dreapta ferestrei iar deasupra lor se afla o ghirland\u0103 moale din trandafiri s\u00e2ngerii, proaspe\u021bi \u0219i tineri.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cenc\u0103perea avea chiar \u0219i o camer\u0103 de toalet\u0103, trei dulapuri imense din lemn scump, \u00een stil vintage, dar Augustina nu \u00ee\u0219i putea da seama din ce perioad\u0103 era acel stil. P\u0103reau atemporale. Toate trei ar\u0103tau de parc\u0103 ar fi costat o avere \u0219i de parc\u0103 ar fi c\u00e2nt\u0103rit 100 de kile fiecare. O oglind\u0103 imens\u0103 at\u00e2rna chiar \u00een fa\u021ba patului ei. Era rotund\u0103, mai clar\u0103 \u0219i mai limpede dec\u00e2t orice alt\u0103 oglind\u0103 pe care o v\u0103zuse vreodat\u0103, iar \u00een rama sculptat\u0103 \u00een aur parc\u0103 s-ar fi desf\u0103\u0219urat o poveste antic\u0103 de demult, \u0219tears\u0103 \u0219i aruncat\u0103 din memoria timpului. Nu \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 se priveasc\u0103 mai bine \u00een\u0103untru, claritatea ei o \u00een\u021bepase de la bun \u00eenceput, f\u0103r\u0103 urme de regret sau re\u021binere. Se f\u0103cu frig \u00een odaie. Sau poate a\u0219a fusese de la bun \u00eenceput?\u00a0 S\u00e2ngele \u00eei \u00eenghe\u021b\u0103 \u00een vine, iar Augustinei nu \u00eei mai veni s\u0103 zic\u0103 nimic. Doar t\u0103cerea mai suspina \u00een camera regal\u0103 \u0219i rece.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u00cemi cer scuze, domni\u0219oar\u0103. \u00cen cur\u00e2nd ve\u021bi fi st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 peste acest t\u0103r\u00e2m, a\u0219a c\u0103 permite\u021bi-ne s\u0103 ne prezent\u0103m cum se cuvine. Eu sunt Pia, iar ea, este sora mea mai mare, Mia, spuse fata brunet\u0103, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd politicos spre sora ei sfioas\u0103 care se \u00eenro\u0219i toat\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103cu \u00een grab\u0103 o reveren\u021b\u0103 st\u00e2ngace.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u00cenc\u00e2ntat\u0103, domni\u0219oar\u0103! \u0219opti Mia, de abia auzit.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se uit\u0103 \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat\u0103 la cele dou\u0103 surori. Toat\u0103 culoarea i se scursese din obraji trandafirii, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een loc un p\u0103m\u00e2ntiu boln\u0103vicios \u0219i rece. Via\u021ba-i p\u0103li \u0219i din ochi, \u0219i din buze. Doar inima mai \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 bubuie o \u0219oapt\u0103. Ea chiar se afla acolo, \u00een acel moment nefast \u0219i ireal. Augustina se arunc\u0103 speriat\u0103 din pat, iar picioarele ei goale atinser\u0103 podeaua rece. \u0218ocul rece-cald doar \u00eei amplific\u0103 spaima.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103? Asta e vreo fars\u0103? Pentru c\u0103 dac\u0103 este a\u0219a, eu nu o g\u0103sesc deloc amuzant\u0103! V\u0103 cer imediat s\u0103 opri\u021bi orice camer\u0103 de filmare a\u021bi avea ascuns\u0103 sau ve\u021bi avea de-a face cu un process de o s\u0103-l \u021bine\u021bi minte toat\u0103 via\u021ba! Opri\u021bi totul, acum! spuse Augustina autoritar, dar vocea i se fr\u00e2nse spre final, iar lacrimi fierbin\u021bi \u00eei ap\u0103sau la col\u021bul ochilor.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cele dou\u0103 fete se uitar\u0103 mirate una la cealalt\u0103. Ochii ve\u0219nic calmi ai Piei \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 capete o nuan\u021b\u0103 tulbure. Buzele ei se str\u00e2nser\u0103 sever, iar corpul \u00eei deveni rigid. Mia deveni agitat\u0103 \u0219i se \u00eentorse s\u0103 se uite cu ochi mari \u0219i sperio\u0219i la sora ei mai mic\u0103. \u00cen mod bizar, i se p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u0219i Pia e la fel de confuz\u0103 ca ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i. Pia nu era niciodat\u0103 confuz\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 V\u0103 rog s\u0103 v\u0103 calma\u021bi, domni\u0219oar\u0103. Nimeni din conac nu ar \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 v\u0103 preg\u0103teasc\u0103 vreo fars\u0103. Noi vom fi cameristele dumneavoastr\u0103 personale \u0219i pute\u021bi avea \u00eencredere \u00een noi. Probabil c\u0103 totul se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 mult prea repede \u0219i ave\u021bi nevoie de pu\u021bin\u0103 lini\u0219te s\u0103 v\u0103 limpezi\u021bi mintea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu pleca\u021bi nic\u0103ieri! R\u0103m\u00e2ne\u021bi aici! porunci Augustina agitat\u0103 \u0219i se \u00eendrept\u0103 cu pa\u0219i repezi \u0219i ap\u0103sa\u021bi c\u0103tre fereastra imens\u0103 a od\u0103ii.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Aceasta privi afar\u0103 la peisajul str\u0103in care se desf\u0103\u0219ura \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor s\u0103i. Un cenu\u0219iu \u00eennec\u0103cios, care \u00eei aminti Augustinei de un perete greu din plumb, acoperea cerul f\u0103r\u0103 de soare. Mun\u021bi st\u00e2nco\u0219i, rigizi \u0219i col\u021buro\u0219i se \u00eentindeau \u00een zare ca ni\u0219te umbre boln\u0103vicioase \u0219i goale. Gr\u0103dina conacului era imens\u0103, \u00eengrijit\u0103 meticulos, iar undeva \u00een spate i se p\u0103ru c\u0103 z\u0103re\u0219te culoarea ro\u0219ie a c\u00e2torva trandafiri care contrasta puternic cu atmosfera ce\u021boas\u0103 \u0219i grea a domeniului. Iarba proasp\u0103t tuns\u0103 avea nuan\u021ba unui verde decolorat \u0219i vechi. C\u00e2\u021biva arbu\u0219ti cu crengile aplecate erau r\u0103sfira\u021bi ici \u0219i colo de-alungul aleii principale din piatr\u0103. Chiar \u00een fa\u021ba ferestrei sale trona o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 alb\u0103 din marmur\u0103, cu o m\u0103re\u021bie \u0219i o elegan\u021b\u0103 vie, ne\u00eembl\u00e2nzit\u0103 \u0219i nespecific\u0103 atmosferei general dezolante a locului. Aceasta \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219a o leb\u0103d\u0103 care \u00eenota lini\u0219tit \u00een jurul lunii. Augustina nu credea c\u0103 un simbol care \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219a un lucru at\u00e2t de simplu \u0219i cuminte ar fi fost capabil s\u0103 induc\u0103 ni\u0219te sentimente at\u00e2t de profunde \u0219i puternice. Uit\u00e2ndu-se \u00een argintiul lunii de marmur\u0103, aceasta sim\u021bi c\u0103 \u00eencepe s\u0103 se mai calmeze pu\u021bin. \u0218i totu\u0219i, nu v\u0103zu pe nimeni afar\u0103. Nici m\u0103car un singur servitor. Totul era sc\u0103ldat \u00een lini\u0219te \u0219i ascuns de cea\u021ba tulbure. Sim\u021bea aievea c\u0103 parc\u0103 \u0219i ea \u00eencepea s\u0103 se piard\u0103 \u00eentr-\u00eensa. Se \u00eencord\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i umplu pl\u0103m\u00e2nii cu aer, apoi se \u00eentoarse cu fa\u021ba la cele dou\u0103 fete care o priveau cu ner\u0103bdare.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cum am ajuns aici? \u00eentreb\u0103 Augustina calm. Acum era din nou st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 pe sine \u0219i gata s\u0103 duc\u0103 b\u0103t\u0103lia care nu mai putea fi am\u00e2nat\u0103. Era realitatea, iar realitatea aducea ve\u0219ti crude pentru ea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Lordul nostru v-a adus ca s\u0103 \u00eei fi\u021bi mireas\u0103. Ast\u0103zi v\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103tori\u021bi. Imposibil s\u0103 nu fi\u021bi con\u0219tient\u0103 deja de toate astea, r\u0103spune Pia u\u0219or buim\u0103cit\u0103<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cine este Lordul vostru? continu\u0103 Augustina cu acela\u0219i calm st\u0103p\u00e2nit<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Lordul Zorilor Apune. E st\u0103p\u00e2n peste aceast\u0103 \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i de\u021bine un loc important \u00een Cerc. El de\u021bine tot. Cerul \u0219i mun\u021bii, apele \u0219i p\u0103durile, casele, locuitorii, chiar \u0219i pe dumneavoastr\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cum se nume\u0219te \u021bara \u0219i \u00een ce an suntem?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pia \u00eencepu s\u0103 devin\u0103 din ce \u00een ce mai confuz\u0103, dar nu l\u0103s\u0103 nimic s\u0103 r\u0103zbat\u0103 dincolo de chipul ei ve\u0219nic binevoitor \u0219i politicos. Mia, pe de alt\u0103 parte p\u0103rea c\u0103 duce o dezbatere aprins\u0103 dincolo de ochii sc\u00e2nteietori \u0219i concentra\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Aici nu exist\u0103 timp \u0219i nici moarte. \u021aara nu are un nume, iar dac\u0103 are atunci nu e de nasul oamenilor de r\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eel cunoasc\u0103, r\u0103spune aceasta ferm, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 clipeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina tres\u0103ri. \u00cen ochii ei alb\u0219trii ca marea se \u00eentrez\u0103rea \u00eensemnele unei furtuni. Cu c\u00e2t punea mai multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri, cu at\u00e2t devenea mai confuz\u0103\u2026\u0219i speriat\u0103. Mam\u0103, unde e\u0219ti? Ia-m\u0103 la tine!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 De ce sunt eu mireasa?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Pentru c\u0103 a\u0219a a\u021bi fost de la \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Poftim?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nun\u021bile se fac \u00eent\u00e2i \u00een Ceruri. O s\u0103 v\u0103 rog s\u0103 v\u0103 a\u0219eza\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103 ne permite\u021bi s\u0103 \u00eencepem preg\u0103tirile. Nunta va avea loc cur\u00e2nd, iar Lordul se va \u00eenfuria dac\u0103 va veni \u0219i v\u0103 va g\u0103si nepreg\u0103tit\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Lordul \u0103sta nu are un nume?, \u00eentreb\u0103 Augustina \u00een\u021bepat\u0103. Spaima \u00eencepu s\u0103 fie \u00eenlocuit\u0103 treptat de un foc dogoritor care ardea ca o flac\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103uzitoare \u00een\u0103untrul\u00a0 s\u0103u.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u2500 Are. Dar noi nu \u00eel putem rosti.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina nu mai zise nimic \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 supus\u0103 pe scaunul de toalet\u0103. Multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri nerostite hoin\u0103reau prin mintea-i deja tulbure. \u0218i cu fiecare minut care trecea, acestea se \u00eenmul\u021beau \u0219i deveneau din ce \u00een ce mai s\u00e2c\u00e2itoare. Era confuz\u0103, speriat\u0103, singur\u0103 \u0219i deprimat\u0103. Dar de un lucru era sigur\u0103, mai sigur\u0103 dec\u00e2t fusese \u00een \u00eentreaga ei via\u021b\u0103 de ceva anume: avea s\u0103 fac\u0103 tot posibilul s\u0103-\u0219i rescrie destinul sau va muri \u00eencerc\u00e2nd. Avea s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 acas\u0103 nem\u0103ritat\u0103 \u0219i \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103. \u0218i va pune totul la b\u0103taie pentru asta, chiar dac\u0103 totul ei se rezuma acum la singurul lucru care \u00eei mai r\u0103m\u0103sese pe lume: propriul suflet.<\/p>\n \u221e<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t timp trecu mai exact, dar sim\u021bi c\u0103 trecu mai bine de o ve\u0219nicie. Cele dou\u0103 surori \u00eei descurcaser\u0103 mai \u00eent\u00e2i p\u0103rul \u00eenainte s\u0103 o \u00eemb\u0103ieze \u00eentr-o ap\u0103 plin\u0103 cu tot felul de seruri \u0219i petale de flori. Rochia ei de mireas\u0103 era mult mai simpl\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i imaginase ea. \u00cen schimb, nu \u00ee\u0219i imaginase deloc c\u0103 va trebui s\u0103 poarte un corset \u00eengrozitor precum femeile din secolul XIX. O rochie din dantel\u0103 alb\u0103 \u0219i satin fin, elegant, de cea mai bun\u0103 calitate, \u00eei \u00eempodobea trupul p\u00e2n\u0103 la glezne. Rochia avea un decolteu ad\u00e2nc \u0219i bretele l\u0103sate. Fetele o \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bar\u0103 cu pantofi albi din cristal, minun\u0103\u021bie pe care Augustina nu o mai v\u0103zuse dec\u00e2t \u00een Cenu\u0219\u0103reasa. Apoi \u00eei puser\u0103 m\u0103nu\u0219i lungi din satin asortat cu rochia. Fata suspin\u0103 c\u00e2nd Mia deschise caseta cu bijuterii \u0219i scoase de acolo un colier vechi, fin \u0219i cochet care \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219a o semilun\u0103 \u0219i o leb\u0103d\u0103. P\u0103rul ei lung, auriu fu l\u0103sat liber pe spate, iar \u00een cap avea o coroni\u021b\u0103 de trandafiri ro\u0219ii. Era singura pat\u0103 de culoare \u00een acel ocean de alb imaculat care pe Augustina o duse cu g\u00e2ndul la o perfec\u021biune pref\u0103cut\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Sunte\u021bi preg\u0103tit\u0103, domni\u0219oar\u0103. Permite\u021bi-mi s\u0103 v\u0103 spun c\u0103 ar\u0103ta\u021bi ca un \u00eenger, spuse Mia z\u00e2mbind sfios.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Dar nu sunt unul, r\u0103spunse Augustina rece, privind plictisit\u0103 \u00een oglind\u0103. Ochi mari \u0219i alba\u0219tri, buze pline, corp sub\u021bire, bust generos, at\u00e2t de plictisitor! Se uit\u0103 \u00een oglind\u0103 \u0219i se sim\u021bi nemaipomenit de plictisit\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u00cen cur\u00e2nd va \u00eencepe ceremonia. Noi va trebui s\u0103 plec\u0103m acum. V\u0103 rog s\u0103 a\u0219tepta\u021bi \u00een camerele dumneavoastr\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ne vom \u00eentoarce. Mai trebuie s\u0103 punem c\u00e2teva lucruri la punct \u00eenainte, spuse Pia ferm \u0219i \u00eei f\u0103cu semn cu ochiul Miei<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Am \u00een\u021beles. Pute\u021bi pleca.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina nu sim\u021bea c\u0103 Pia i-a l\u0103sat vreun loc de protest oricum. Pentru o servitoare, era foarte autoritar\u0103 \u0219i emana o prezen\u021b\u0103 puternic\u0103. Sora ei era taman opusul. P\u0103reau umane. Normale. Dar nu b\u0103ga m\u00e2na \u00een foc pentru asta. Se \u00eentreba dac\u0103 \u0219i Lordul era uman. Oricum nu mai conta pentru c\u0103 ea nu avea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 ca s\u0103 afle. Imediat ce auzi u\u0219a \u00eenchiz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een urma celor dou\u0103 cameriste, Augustina se ridic\u0103 precipitat \u0219i p\u0103\u0219i u\u0219or c\u0103tre u\u0219\u0103. O deschise silen\u021bios \u0219i scoase capul afar\u0103. Contrar a\u0219tept\u0103rilor sale, nicio gard\u0103 nu \u00eei p\u0103zea u\u0219a. Cine l\u0103sa o mireas\u0103 r\u0103pit\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 paz\u0103? Sau oare o considerau \u00eentr-at\u00e2t de la\u0219\u0103 \u0219i speriat\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 nu \u00eencerce o evadare? <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen ambele cazuri, f\u0103cuser\u0103 o gre\u0219eal\u0103. Augustina se strecur\u0103 pe holul gol \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 se furi\u0219eze silen\u021bios pe podeaua lustruit\u0103 din lemn, uit\u00e2ndu-se mereu cu un ochi prev\u0103z\u0103tor \u00een st\u00e2nga \u0219i \u00een dreapta. Cobor\u00ee dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri de trepte largi, acoperite de un covor ro\u0219u aprins \u0219i era s\u0103 dea nas \u00een nas cu un b\u0103iat care avea bra\u021bele pline cu t\u0103vi de argint. Aceasta se scunse \u00eentr-un col\u021b l\u0103turalnic \u0219i r\u0103sufl\u0103 u\u0219urat\u0103. \u00cen fa\u021ba ei se afla o fereastr\u0103 iar Augustina aproape c\u0103 s\u0103lt\u0103 \u00een sus de bucurie c\u00e2nd observ\u0103 c\u0103 se afla la parter. O deschise rapid \u0219i s\u0103ri afar\u0103. Contactul cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul fu mai brutal dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchipuise, dar era \u00eentreag\u0103 \u0219i putea fugi mai departe.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen ciuda faptului c\u0103 vremea era mohor\u00e2t\u0103, nu era deloc frig afar\u0103. Dimpotriv\u0103, era destul de cald. Doar \u00een conac \u00eei fusese frig. Iarba nu p\u0103rea mai vie de aproape \u0219i nici mun\u021bii mai pu\u021bin amenin\u021b\u0103tori. Probabil c\u0103 \u00een acel loc natura nu era echivalentul vie\u021bii \u0219i al prospe\u021bimii. \u0218i totu\u0219i, nu exista timp ori moarte.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina coti spre gr\u0103dina conacului care era mult mai mare dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i imaginase\u00a0 la \u00eenceput. Trandafiri mari \u0219i ro\u0219ii se \u00eencol\u0103ceau pe coloane \u00eenalte din marmur\u0103 \u0219i pe arcade elegante, iar \u00een spate i se p\u0103ru c\u0103 z\u0103re\u0219te un leag\u0103n singuratic. To\u021bi erau ro\u0219ii \u0219i to\u021bi aveau spini mari \u0219i ascu\u021bi\u021bi. Augustinei i se p\u0103rur\u0103 parc\u0103 desprin\u0219i\u00a0 dintr-un basm nemaipomenit de frumos \u0219i gol pe din\u0103untru.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 La c\u00e2\u021biva metri distan\u021b\u0103 de ea se afla o poart\u0103 din cristal alb precum pantofii ei iar Augustina \u00eencepu s\u0103 m\u0103reasc\u0103 pasul. La fel i se m\u0103ri \u0219i b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 libertatea era at\u00e2t de aproape.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u0218i dumneata unde crezi c\u0103 te furi\u0219ezi. Nu e cam devreme pentru furatul miresei?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 T\u00e2n\u0103ra fat\u0103 tres\u0103ri puternic \u0219i \u00eempietri instant. Putea s\u0103 jure c\u0103 nu era nimeni \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103. \u0218i totu\u0219i fusese descompirat\u0103. S\u0103 implore? S\u0103 fac\u0103 un t\u00e2rg? S\u0103 fug\u0103? Ce era de f\u0103cut\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ei, te pomene\u0219ti c\u0103 \u021bi-a m\u00e2ncat pisica limba, se auzi glasul amuzat al fetei din spatele s\u0103u.<\/p>\n Augustina se \u00eentoarse \u00eencet. Fa\u021ba ei palid\u0103 cercet\u0103 cu interes posibilul obstacol ce ap\u0103ru \u00een calea evad\u0103rii sale.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Era o fat\u0103 dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103, cu p\u0103r lung \u0219i m\u0103t\u0103sos \u00eempletit \u00een dou\u0103 cosi\u021be aurii, cu ochi vii, alba\u0219tri \u0219i inteligen\u021bi. Un z\u00e2mbet \u0219trengar i se \u00eentindea pe fa\u021ba pistruiat\u0103, de parc\u0103 tocmai prinsese ursul la furat de miere. \u0218i fix a\u0219a era. Ea era ursul, iar fata aceea putea s\u0103 fac\u0103 covor persan din ea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 S\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u0103 nu te-a prea \u00eenc\u00e2ntat ideea c\u0103s\u0103toriei, huh? spuse aceasta pe un ton amuzat apoi \u00eencepu s\u0103 se plimbe \u00een jurul ei, ca un pr\u0103d\u0103tor care \u00ee\u0219i m\u0103soar\u0103 prada cu aten\u021bie \u00eenainte s\u0103 se n\u0103pusteasc\u0103 asupra ei. Augustina \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu. Nu o s\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit niciodat\u0103 cu el \u0219i nu o s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een locul \u0103sta sordid, r\u0103spune Augustina cu spatele drept, mim\u00e2nd demnitatea unei regine.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Dar nu ai de ales. Acum e\u0219ti a lui. Nu po\u021bi fugi de el, nici dac\u0103 vrei, r\u0103spune fata misterioas\u0103 non\u0219alant, de parc\u0103 nu ar fi vorbit de sentin\u021ba ei crud\u0103 \u0219i nedreapt\u0103. Ea nu apar\u021binea nim\u0103nui! Augustina se enerv\u0103 \u0219i trimise la naiba demnitatea de regin\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Tu cine naiba mai e\u0219ti? Vii s\u0103 \u00eemi r\u00e2zi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi cea mai suculent\u0103 glum\u0103 pe ordinea zilei! Eu o s\u0103 plec de aici, chiar dac\u0103 va trebui s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi smulg cozile alea din cap! Eu sunt cine sunt \u0219i apar\u021bin doar mie \u00eens\u0103mi. Nu o s\u0103 permit nim\u0103nui s\u0103 stea \u00een calea libert\u0103\u021bii mele, nici m\u0103car destinului, \u00eencheie aceasta pe un ton hot\u0103r\u00e2t \u0219i ferm. Ochii ei tulburi aruncau fulgere c\u0103tre mica intrus\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ehei, a\u0219a mai vii de-acas\u0103. P\u0103i ce-mi mai r\u0103m\u00e2nde de f\u0103cut dac\u0103 nu te pot opri?! Atunci o s\u0103 te ajut, spuse aceasta z\u00e2mbind \u0219i \u00eei \u00eentinse m\u00e2na Augustinei. Vino, trebuie s\u0103 ie\u0219im de aici \u00eenainte s\u0103 ne prind\u0103 cineva.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina \u00eei prinse m\u00e2na, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 stea prea mult pe g\u00e2nduri \u0219i pornir\u0103 am\u00e2ndo\u0103 \u00een fug\u0103 prin poarta de cristal. Imediat ce p\u0103\u0219ir\u0103 afar\u0103, aceasta sim\u021bi c\u0103 se sufoc\u0103 pentru un minut. Se p\u0103rea c\u0103 cea\u021ba de plumb ap\u0103sa acum peste sufletul s\u0103u cu o greutate care \u00eei t\u0103ia respira\u021bia. Se sim\u021bea ciudat, de parc\u0103 nu mai era \u00een apele ei. Un junghi nea\u0219teptat de dor de cas\u0103 \u00eei \u00een\u021bep\u0103 inima.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u0218tii cum ai ajuns aici? glasul ner\u0103bd\u0103tor al fetei pistruiate o scoase din starea sufocant\u0103 care amenin\u021ba s\u0103 o \u00eenghit\u0103 cu totul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 M-am trezit aici, r\u0103spunse aceasta cu glas stins<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Hmmm, pesemne Afanasi te-a adus aici\u2026<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cine?! \u0219opti aceasta stupefiat\u0103.<\/p>\n Fata se opri \u0219i o privi pe Augustina \u00een ochi cu seriozitate. P\u0103rea mult mai matur\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul ei copil\u0103ros \u0219i r\u0103ut\u0103cios.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 El e St\u0103p\u00e2n aici. El decide \u0219i el execut\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Dar credeam c\u0103 Lordul\u2026<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 E unul din membrii Cercului, da. Iar \u00een centrul Cercului e Afanasi. Demonul n\u0103scut din lumina lui Dumnezeu. Cel ce judec\u0103 \u0219i cel ce pedepse\u0219te. Nimeni nu are putere mai mare \u00een fa\u021ba lui \u00een afar\u0103 de \u00eensu\u0219i Tat\u0103l Ceresc.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina c\u0103sc\u0103 gura \u0219i sim\u021bi cum frica \u00eencepe s\u0103 joace un joc sumbru \u00een\u0103untrul\u00a0 inimii sale. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva, dar niciun sunet nu r\u0103zbi dincolo de peretele mut al realiz\u0103rii. Cel de care \u00eei fusese cel mai fric\u0103, cel care \u00eei b\u00e2ntuise visele \u00een copil\u0103rie, \u00eei venise de hac p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103. Era vorba despre el: dracul lui Dumnezeu. Legenda s\u0103tenilor creduli, pe care ea o luase \u00een der\u00e2dere, era mai vie \u0219i mai real\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103. Cu siguran\u021b\u0103, visa. Da, probabil se lovise de ceva \u0219i acum z\u0103cea le\u0219inat\u0103 \u00een p\u0103dure. Se va trezi sau cineva o va g\u0103si. Toat\u0103 povestea era de fapt o construc\u021bie a creierului s\u0103u care poseda o imagina\u021bie deosebit de bogat\u0103. Apoi poate mai era \u0219i vinov\u0103\u021bia pe care o sim\u021bea, dar de ce se sim\u021bea vinovat\u0103 \u0219i trist\u0103? Nu cea\u021ba o sufocase, nici cerul de plumb sau atmosfera ap\u0103s\u0103toare, ci dorul de cas\u0103. \u0218i regretul. S\u0103pau \u00een\u0103untrul ei ca dou\u0103 sentin\u021be de foc \u0219i pucioas\u0103. Oare ce regret? Ah, da! A\u0219a este. Doamne, iart\u0103-m\u0103!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u221e<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Dincolo de perdeaua rece a ce\u021bii, doar\u00a0 ni\u0219te umbre decolorate mai \u00eentr\u0103zneau s\u0103-\u0219i arate conturul, ca \u0219i cum ar fi str\u0103juit \u00een t\u0103care o lume f\u0103r\u0103 de nume.\u00a0 Pe cer nu jucau luminile a\u0219trilor, nu se vedea c\u00e2ntul zorilor \u0219i nci \u0219oaptele lunii, ci doar un ocean infinit de plumb \u0219i fum. Un r\u00e2u lung \u0219erpuia t\u0103cut de-alungul unei v\u0103i moarte. \u00cenceputul nu era vizibil \u0219i nici finalul. Nimic era jurul s\u0103u, ca \u0219i \u00eentr-\u00eensa.O barc\u0103 simpl\u0103 din lemn plutea singuratic pe apa calm\u0103 a r\u00e2ului adormit. Luntra\u0219ul era un copil ce nu p\u0103rea s\u0103 fie mai mare de 12 ani, iar \u00een\u0103untrul b\u0103rcii st\u0103tea cuminte o mireas\u0103. Augustina se uit\u0103 mirat\u0103 la cei doi c\u0103l\u0103tori neobi\u0219nui\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 O alt\u0103 mireas\u0103? exclam\u0103 aceasta f\u0103r\u0103 a-\u0219i lua ochii de la barca care se topea treptat \u00een zare.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Oh, da! fu r\u0103spunsul scurt al companionului s\u0103u<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ea cu cine se m\u0103rit\u0103?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cu Lordul Zorilor Apune.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Dar eu sunt mireasa Lordului!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Lordul are multe mirese.<\/p>\n Augustina se opri din mers. Pentru o secund\u0103 nesemnificativ\u0103 i se p\u0103ru c\u0103 o \u00eencearc\u0103 un sentiment de triste\u021be, dar nu putea pricepe de ce ar putea fi trist\u0103. Probabil c\u0103 doar i se p\u0103ruse.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ce \u00ee\u021bi dore\u0219ti cel mai tare pe lume?<\/p>\n Augustina \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103 capul \u0219i privi inexpresiv spre r\u00e2ul infinit.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ce \u00eemi doresc?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Apoi se l\u0103s\u0103 t\u0103cerea ca o cortin\u0103 grea \u0219i veche la finalul unei piese e\u0219uate de teatru. Lini\u0219tea r\u0103suna prea tare iar pe Augustina \u00eencepuse s\u0103 o doar\u0103 capul. \u00cei venea s\u0103 strige \u00een gura mare s\u0103 fac\u0103 cineva zgomot, dar \u0219tia c\u0103 nu ar fi fost de vreun folos.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 V-a\u021bi r\u0103t\u0103cit? Posibil c\u0103 pot s\u0103 v\u0103 ar\u0103t eu drumul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 T\u0103cerea \u00een\u021bep\u0103toare fu spars\u0103 brusc de glasul gros \u0219i u\u0219or r\u0103gu\u0219it al unui b\u0103rbat \u00eentre dou\u0103 v\u00e2rste. Augustina se \u00eentoarse \u0219i v\u0103zu un om cu p\u0103rul des \u0219i c\u0103runt, u\u0219or g\u00e2rbovit \u0219i cu chipul ars de soare. Era \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een haine ponosite \u0219i largi care p\u0103reau vechi de un secol \u0219i care nu i se potriveau deloc. Avea buzele str\u00e2nse \u0219i supte \u00eens\u0103 ochii \u00eei z\u00e2mbeau binevoitori a\u0219a c\u0103 Augustina \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 spere.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu cred c\u0103 m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit, spuse Augustina privind cu ochii plini de speran\u021b\u0103 la acesta<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Dar eu nu m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit. Mergeam la Afanasi c\u00e2nd ne-ai ie\u0219it mata \u00een cale, ad\u0103ug\u0103 imediat fata pistruiat\u0103 cu vitalitatea \u0219i \u00eendr\u0103zneala ei caracteristic\u0103.<\/p>\n B\u0103rbatul se sc\u0103rpin\u0103 \u00een cap \u0219i se uit\u0103 curios la cele dou\u0103 fete blonde. Am\u00e2ndou\u0103 frumoase, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 at\u00e2t de diferite.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu cred c\u0103 am\u00e2ndou\u0103 v-a\u021bi r\u0103t\u0103cit.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 E cale lung\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la Afanasi? Exist\u0103 \u00eencerc\u0103ri prin care trebuie s\u0103 trecem? Oare nu vrea s\u0103 ne vad\u0103? \u00eentreb\u0103 precipitat Augustina, tem\u00e2ndu-se brusc c\u0103 libertatea pe care ea \u0219i-o dorea at\u00e2t de tare s-ar putea s\u0103 nu o doreasc\u0103 la r\u00e2ndu-i. Oare pentru c\u0103 nu libertatea este ceea ce \u00eemi doresc cel mai tare pe lume? A\u0219a c\u0103 nici ea nu m\u0103 dore\u0219te pe mine?<\/em><\/p>\n B\u0103rbatul z\u00e2mbi pentru prima dat\u0103. Fusese un z\u00e2mbet scurt, dar \u00eendeajuns de \u00eencurajator pentru Augustina.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 El nu se ascunde niciodat\u0103. Dac\u0103 \u00eel cau\u021bi, \u00eel vei g\u0103si negre\u0219it. Dac\u0103 \u00eel chemi, va veni negre\u0219it. Iar tu i-ai \u00eenc\u0103lcat porunca, nu-i a\u0219a, copil\u0103 nechibzuit\u0103? De aceea te afli aici.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 A\u0219a este.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Veni\u021bi dup\u0103 mine. V\u0103 voi conduce la el. E \u00een Turnul de Veghe, iar eu sunt Str\u0103jerul turnului. Fat\u0103 prostu\u021b\u0103, pesemne credeai c\u0103 i se va face mil\u0103 de tine pentru c\u0103 e\u0219ti o copil\u0103 naiv\u0103?! B\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u0103sta a r\u0103mas la fel. El \u0219i cu mine ne cunoa\u0219tem de veacuri \u00eentregi \u0219i nu \u00eemi amintesc s\u0103 i se fi f\u0103cut mil\u0103 de cineva vreodat\u0103, fie el copil sau adult.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen imagina\u021bia Augustinei \u00eencepea s\u0103 se contureze deja forma unui b\u0103tr\u00e2n ursuz, cu p\u0103rul alb, barb\u0103 lung\u0103 \u0219i spatele drept, m\u00e2nuind acuzator c\u0103tre ea un toiag vechi din lemn. Oare avea s\u0103 o ajute s\u0103 ajung\u0103 acas\u0103? Dar dac\u0103 nu el, atunci cine?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Cine e\u0219ti? \u00eentreb\u0103 brusc b\u0103rbatul \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i a\u021bintii privirea ascu\u021bit\u0103 pe chipul inexpresiv al Augustinei. Aceasta t\u0103cu \u0219i cuget\u0103 \u00een sinea ei pentru c\u00e2teva secunde.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 De mult, am fost o scriitoare. M-am scris pe mine, dar \u00een final a ie\u0219it o minciun\u0103, iar eu m-am pierdut printre r\u00e2nduri de poveste. Dar \u0219tiam cine sunt, acum mult, mult timp c\u00e2nd cutreieram pe c\u00e2mpurile bunicii \u00een picioarele goale \u0219i scriam pove\u0219ti \u00een lumea mea nemuritoare.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u0218i crezi c\u0103 Afanasi o s\u0103 te ajute s\u0103 ie\u0219i din r\u00e2ndurile false ale pove\u0219tii \u021besute de tine?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nici m\u0103car el nu ar putea face asta \u0219i nici nu i-o cer. Povestea mea era un elogiu adus perfec\u021biunii, frumuse\u021bii \u0219i admira\u021biei p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti. Iar eu str\u0103luceam ca un soare \u00een mijlocul acesteia. Afanasi e o fiin\u021b\u0103 perfect\u0103 \u0219i ar putea cel pu\u021bin s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103…<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Fiin\u021b\u0103 perfect\u0103, auzi! b\u0103rbatul r\u00e2se \u0219i se \u00eentoarse cu fa\u021ba la chipul confuz al Augustinei.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu e el cel ce judec\u0103? Nu e el cel ce conduce \u0219i cel de care to\u021bi ascult\u0103? Cum ar putea judeca cineva care nu e perfect?!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu am \u00een\u021beles niciodat\u0103 toat\u0103 aceast\u0103 v\u00e2n\u0103toare a perfec\u021biunii, r\u0103spunse b\u0103rbatul oft\u00e2nd. Perfec\u021biunea e un mit, o himer\u0103 nefast\u0103, o obsesie care adoarme sim\u021burile, care p\u0103c\u0103le\u0219te adev\u0103rul \u0219i care \u00eeneac\u0103 ra\u021biunea. Perfec\u021biunea nu exist\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu este adev\u0103rat. Dumnezeu exist\u0103 \u0219i \u00cemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bia lui Dumnezeu e perfect\u0103. Acolo nu exist\u0103 nici suferin\u021b\u0103 ori durere, pl\u00e2ngere sau moarte. \u0218i totu\u0219i noi to\u021bi vom trece prin judecata Lui.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Crezi oare c\u0103 o fiin\u021b\u0103 care nu cunoa\u0219te durerea, ar putea s\u0103 o \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 vreodat\u0103? Ar putea oare cineva care nu cunoa\u0219te dezam\u0103girea, furia, triste\u021bea \u0219i gelozia, s\u0103 judece drept o fiin\u021b\u0103 care a s\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it fapte m\u00e2nate de aceste sentimente? Lumina \u0219i \u00eentunericul sunt doi fra\u021bi gemeni, n\u0103scu\u021bi din aceea\u0219i surs\u0103, pl\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi din acela\u0219i aluat care coexist\u0103 \u0219i se completeaz\u0103 unul pe cel\u0103lalt. Binele nu ar mai avea vreun un sens f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103u. Fericirea nu ar exista \u00een lipsa triste\u021bii. \u00cen\u0103untrul nostru, binele \u0219i r\u0103ul joac\u0103 un dans nesf\u00e2r\u0219it pe scena con\u0219tiin\u021bei noastre. La final, c\u00e2nd cortina cade, pentru unii binele este cel aclamat mai tare, iar pentru al\u021bii este r\u0103ul. Iar cel care c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i \u021bine isonul dansului este \u00eens\u0103\u0219i sufletul nostru.<\/p>\n B\u0103rbatul se opri \u0219i o privi pe Augustina cu ochii bl\u00e2nzi \u0219i privirea cald\u0103 a unui tat\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n care \u00ee\u0219i pov\u0103\u021buie\u0219te copilul de abia ie\u0219it \u00een lume.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Afansi nu e nici lumin\u0103, nici \u00eentuneric. E binecuv\u00e2ntat cu lumina divin\u0103 \u0219i n\u0103scut din tenebrele sufletului uman. El poate \u00een\u021belege mai multe dec\u00e2t vei \u00een\u021belege tu vreodat\u0103 sau oricine altcineva. De aceea el este cel ce judec\u0103. Iar asta te asigur c\u0103 nu este o sarcin\u0103 u\u0219oar\u0103. Imperfec\u021biunile sunt cele care fac Crea\u021bia lui Dumnezeu s\u0103 fie at\u00e2t perfect\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Mi-a\u0219 fi dorit s\u0103 te fi \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een alt\u0103 lume, str\u0103jerule, spuse Augustina, privind melancolic \u00een ochii p\u0103m\u00e2ntii ai b\u0103rbatului.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ai f\u0103cut-o deja, nu-i a\u0219a? Acum du-te \u00een\u0103untru. Am ajuns \u0219i el sigur te a\u0219teapt\u0103. R\u0103mas bun, copile frumoase. Fie ca Domnul s\u0103 v\u0103 aibe \u00een paz\u0103.<\/p>\n \u0218i zic\u00e2nd acestea, b\u0103rbatul se f\u0103cu nev\u0103zut \u00een cea\u021ba groas\u0103, infininit\u0103 ce p\u0103rea s\u0103 aibe o influen\u021b\u0103 atotputernic\u0103 asupra \u021binutului.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen spatele Augustinei se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba m\u00e2ndru un turn simplu din c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103, cu un aer vechi \u0219i auster care str\u0103pungea cerul \u0219i se \u00eentindea dincolo de cele v\u0103zute. Nu avea ferestre sau alte intr\u0103ri, ci doar o u\u0219\u0103 lat\u0103 din lemn.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Aici, drumurile noastre se despart, Tincu\u021b\u0103, spuse fata pistruiat\u0103, care t\u0103cuse pentru at\u00e2t de mult\u0103 vreme.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu! De ce se despart? r\u0103spunse Augustina dezam\u0103git\u0103. Pentru prima dat\u0103, dup\u0103 mult timp, sim\u021bi un val de triste\u021be \u0219i durere cum \u00eei \u00eeneac\u0103 sufletul. Nici m\u0103car ea nu \u00een\u021belegea de ce.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Pentru c\u0103 a\u0219a ne e destinul. Hai s\u0103 ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim \u0219i alt\u0103 dat\u0103, nu vrei? Spuse aceasta vesel\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 o \u00eemping\u0103 pe Augustina prin u\u0219ile deschise ale turnului. Fata chicoti \u0219i o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103 str\u00e2ns pe Augustina care sim\u021bea lacrimi calde b\u0103t\u00e2nd la por\u021bile ochilor ei. \u0218i data viitoare, poate nu mai treci peste cuv\u00e2ntul meu. R\u0103mas bun, p\u00e2n\u0103 ne-om revedea din nou! \u0218i zic\u00e2nd acestea, u\u0219ile se \u00eenchiser\u0103 \u00een urma ei, iar z\u00e2mbetul str\u0103lucitor al fetei fu \u00eenghi\u021bit de \u00eentunericul rece al turnului. Augustina se afla din nou \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sc\u0103rile erau din piatr\u0103. Se \u0219erpuiau \u00eentr-un \u0219ir lung, nesf\u00e2r\u0219it \u0219i uscat spre un necunoscut care nu mai avea r\u0103bdare. Augustina inspir\u0103 ad\u00e2nc \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i umplu pl\u0103m\u00e2nii cu aer. Nici ea nu mai avea r\u0103bdare. P\u0103\u0219i pe ultima piatr\u0103. Ochii ei se bucur\u0103 s\u0103 z\u0103reasc\u0103 mult c\u0103utata lumin\u0103 care p\u0103rea s\u0103 nu se fi n\u0103scut vreodat\u0103 \u00een acea lume. Raze sub\u021biri \u0219i delicate se furi\u0219au prin vitraliile colorate care \u00eempodobeau pere\u021bii \u00eentuneca\u021bi ai turnului. Afara nu era niciun soare \u0219i totu\u0219i exista lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen fa\u021ba ei se odihnea un altar mare, \u00eempodobit cu flori sculptate \u00een aur. Al\u0103turi, se afla o org\u0103 veche \u0219i \u00eentunecat\u0103. Pere\u021bii erau \u00eempodobi\u021bi cu picturi \u00een culori decolorate, care \u00ee\u0219i ascundeau tainele \u00een mantaua de \u00eentuneric ce str\u0103juia turnul pe din\u0103untru.\u00a0 Augustinei i se p\u0103ru c\u0103 se afl\u0103 \u00een interiorul unei biserici vechi de la \u021bar\u0103, numai c\u0103 nu z\u0103ri nic\u0103ieri vreun scaun sau vreo stran\u0103. \u00centreaga \u00eenc\u0103pere era sc\u0103ldat\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere \u0219i nemi\u0219care.<\/p>\n Augustina \u00eencepu s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe dac\u0103 Afanasi avea s\u0103 o primeasc\u0103. Pentru c\u0103 altminteri.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Fata cu chip de \u00eenger se aventureaz\u0103 plin\u0103 de curaj s\u0103 exploreze, singur\u0103,\u00a0 o legend\u0103 veche dintr-un sat uitat de lume. Iar c\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it ajunge la locul cu pricina, nu g\u0103se\u0219te dec\u00e2t o adun\u0103tur\u0103 de lemne, jalnic\u0103 \u0219i demn\u0103 de mil\u0103. Ei, p\u0103n\u0103 la urm\u0103 nu ai g\u0103sit ce te a\u0219teptai s\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti, nu-i a\u0219a?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Apoi glasul se opri, iar t\u0103cerea \u00ee\u0219i porni din nou c\u00e2ntecul\u00a0 greu \u0219i \u00een\u021bep\u0103tor. Augustina nu vedea nimic. Glasul r\u0103suna de nic\u0103ieri \u0219i de peste tot \u00een acela\u0219i timp. Nu cu autoritatea unui st\u0103p\u00e2n, nici cu zeflemea n\u0103scut\u0103 din resentimente, ci lin, calm \u0219i lini\u0219tit precum cursul unui r\u00e2u ce\u021bos.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Apoi \u00eel v\u0103zu. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba altarului \u0219i o privea fix. Purta haine sobre \u0219i simple de c\u0103lug\u0103r. Ochii lui negri, ca dou\u0103 h\u0103uri ad\u00e2nci \u0219i reci o ardeau \u0219i brusc sim\u021bi c\u0103 nu mai avea aer. Prezen\u021ba lui o sufoca. Avea p\u0103rul negru \u0219i pielea neobi\u0219nuit de alb\u0103. Nu putu citi niciun fel de emo\u021bie pe chipul s\u0103u \u00eempietrit \u00een timp. Nu p\u0103rea a fi mai mare de 16 ani.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu. Am g\u0103sit mai mult de at\u00e2t.<\/p>\n B\u0103iatul \u00eenclin\u0103 u\u0219or capul \u0219i f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 C\u00e2t de mult?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu am venit aici s\u0103 implor sau s\u0103 dau explica\u021bii. Sunt aici ca s\u0103 m\u0103rturisesc un p\u0103cat \u0219i s\u0103-mi cer iertare. Iart\u0103-m\u0103!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu e\u0219ti aici doar pentru asta, r\u0103spunse acesta f\u0103r\u0103\u00a0 vreo urm\u0103 de inflexiuni \u00een glas. \u00cen ciuda faptului c\u0103 b\u0103iatul ar\u0103ta calm \u0219i inofensiv, Augustina sim\u021bi c\u0103 nu se poate clinti de sub privirea lui care o ap\u0103sa \u00een capul pieptului ca o povar\u0103 grea, de ne\u00eentors.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu. Mai am un lucru de f\u0103cut. Trebuie s\u0103-mi scriu finalul, spuse Augustina ferm \u0219i \u00eel privi pe acesta cu toat\u0103 hot\u0103r\u00e2rea \u0219i curajul de care era capabil\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Deja ai f\u0103cut-o.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel mai scriu o dat\u0103. Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103-mi termin povestea!<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 S-a terminat. \u0218i a fost scris\u0103 de tine de la incipit p\u00e2n\u0103 la deznod\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u00cen lumea unde vrei s\u0103 te \u00eentorci, tu nu mai exi\u0219ti, spuse acesta simplu, cu acela\u0219i chip calm \u0219i lipsit de emo\u021bie care Augustinei i se p\u0103ru crud \u0219i str\u0103in de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103. Afanasi se \u00eentoarse cu spatele la ea \u0219i privi g\u00e2nditor una dintre vitralii.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu mai exist…<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 De vrei s\u0103 te \u00eentorci, va trebui s\u0103 o faci ca altcineva. O s\u0103-\u021bi dau o pagin\u0103 alb\u0103. Una singur\u0103. Scrie-te din nou. \u0218i las\u0103 pentru mine finalul, spuse aceasta \u0219i o privi din nou pe t\u00e2n\u0103ra fat\u0103 care p\u0103rea mult mai pierdut\u0103 \u0219i confuz\u0103 dec\u00e2t era atunci c\u00e2nd r\u0103t\u0103cea pe sc\u0103rile lui \u00eentunecate.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina se bloc\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nduri. Toate v\u00e2j\u00e2iau \u0219i gl\u0103suiau \u00een acela\u0219i timp. Parc\u0103 \u00eei fusese r\u0103sturnat\u0103 lumea cu susul \u00een jos. Se va \u00eentoarce \u0219i totu\u0219i, nu se va \u00eentoarce. Asta \u00eei oferea Afanasi. Dar \u00eei mai oferea \u0219i o pagin\u0103. Una alb\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ei, te \u00eenvoie\u0219ti?<\/p>\n Augustina \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103 capul \u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 povara de g\u00e2nduri s\u0103 i se scurg\u0103 de pe umeri.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 M\u0103 \u00eenvoiesc. Cu o singur\u0103 condi\u021bie. Stiloul va fi al meu pe vecie, de vei vrea s\u0103 scrii, va trebui s\u0103 \u00eel ceri de la mine.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 B\u0103iatul \u00eentoarse capul spre fereastra colorat\u0103 prin care se rev\u0103rsau razele calde de lumin\u0103 pe podeaua \u00eentunecat\u0103 a \u00eenc\u0103perii. Pentru o frac\u021biune de secund\u0103, Augustinei i se p\u0103ru c\u0103 z\u0103re\u0219te umbra unui z\u00e2mbet. Apoi acesta se \u00eentoarse cu spatele \u0219i porni spre altar.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Asta nu va fi ultima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd ne vedem. Adio, Augustina.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i zic\u00e2nd asta, b\u0103iatul disp\u0103ru \u00een spatele altarului iar Augustina sim\u021bi c\u0103 o mare povar\u0103 \u00eei este luat\u0103 din capul pieptului. Prezen\u021ba lui o sufocase, o \u00eempietrise \u00een loc, iar privirea lui o arsese pe din\u0103untru, dar \u00een mod bizar, nu sim\u021bise fric\u0103 nici m\u0103car o singur\u0103 clip\u0103. Nici acum nu \u00eei era. Afanasi nu era un b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u00een\u021belept \u0219i ursuz, era un b\u0103iat. Un b\u0103iat singur care tr\u0103ia \u00een turnul unei lumi f\u0103r\u0103 soare.<\/p>\n Fata se \u00eentoarse cu spatele \u0219i porni spre u\u0219a turnului. Avea s\u0103 scrie din nou. Trecuse at\u00e2ta timp…<\/p>\n \u0218tia c\u0103 nu va mai fi la fel. Nimic nu va mai fi la fel, nici m\u0103car ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i. Dar o poveste totu\u0219i exista \u0219i era mai vie ca niciodat\u0103 iar Augustina avea s\u0103 o scrie cu siguran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n \n \u221e<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Str\u0103du\u021ba era lini\u0219tit\u0103 \u0219i curat\u0103. C\u00e2teva ma\u0219ini erau parcate pe trotuarul lat unde acum mult timp, o fat\u0103 cu codi\u021be blonde obi\u0219nuia s\u0103 se joace \u0219otron cu copiii din cartier. Copacii erau plini, verzi \u0219i m\u00e2ndri, exact cum \u00ee\u0219i amintea ea. Pe b\u0103ncu\u021ba ro\u0219ie din fa\u021ba blocului se odihnea o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 cu un c\u00e2ine mic \u0219i ciufulit. Augustina clipi de c\u00e2teva ori ca s\u0103 alunge lacrimile ce amenin\u021bau s\u0103 \u00eei invadeze obrajii. Inspir\u0103 aerul proasp\u0103t al serii \u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 un mul\u021bumesc stins s\u0103 se scurg\u0103 de pe buzele sale. Era acas\u0103. Acas\u0103 din nou. Afansi se \u021binuse de cuv\u00e2nt, iar u\u0219a turnului singuratic o trimisese direct \u00een cartierul unde copil\u0103rise.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sufletul i se umplu de ner\u0103bdare \u0219i o stare ciudat\u0103 de beatitudine care o \u00eencerca adeseori \u00een preajma Cr\u0103ciunului atunci c\u00e2nd era copil. Porni cu pa\u0219i hot\u0103r\u00e2\u021bi \u0219i intr\u0103 \u00een bloc. A\u0219tept\u0103 liftul \u0219i apoi ap\u0103s\u0103 mecanic pe butonul cu cifra 6, a\u0219a cum o f\u0103cuse de at\u00e2tea mii \u0219i mii de ori. Liftul se opri. Ner\u0103bdarea se transform\u0103 brusc \u00eentr-o nervozitate de necontrolat. Augustina se apropie cu pa\u0219i tremur\u0103tori de u\u0219a apartamentului unde crescuse \u0219i ap\u0103s\u0103 pe sonerie.\u00a0 Era var\u0103, iar soarele era pe cale s\u0103 apun\u0103. Sigur era cineva acas\u0103. Trebuia s\u0103 fie.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se auzir\u0103 pa\u0219i din spatele u\u0219ii \u0219i apoi sunetul bine-cunoscut al cheii \u00eenv\u00e2rtite \u00een broasc\u0103. Cineva descuia. Mi-a\u0219 dori at\u00e2t de tare s\u0103 fie mama…<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 U\u0219a se deschise \u00eencet \u0219i cu reticen\u021b\u0103. \u00cen spatele cr\u0103p\u0103turii \u00eenguste se vedea silueta unui b\u0103iat adolescent care o privea cu ochii mari, alba\u0219trii \u0219i confuzi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Da? spuse acesta nesigur<\/p>\n Augustina privi lung la el \u0219i z\u00e2mbi. Se \u00een\u0103l\u021base mult. E mult mai \u00eenalt dec\u00e2t tata.<\/em><\/p>\n Avea tr\u0103s\u0103turi regulate, maxilar puternic \u0219i p\u0103r bogat. Ar\u0103ta exact a\u0219a cum obi\u0219nuia ea s\u0103 \u0219i-l imagineze pe F\u0103t-Frumos din basmele nemuritoare.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Denis, nu m\u0103 recuno\u0219ti? Sunt eu, Augustina! spuse aceasta cu ochii plini de emo\u021bie \u0219i speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 B\u0103iatul tres\u0103ri, iar Augustina z\u0103ri, timp de o secund\u0103, lic\u0103rul \u0219ocului s\u0103get\u00e2nd peste chipul lui confuz. Apoi se \u00eencrunt\u0103, iar m\u00e2na lui se \u00eencle\u0219t\u0103 pe marginea u\u0219ii. B\u0103iatul o m\u0103sur\u0103 cu ochi critici, din cap p\u00e2n\u0103-n picioare.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Augustina realiz\u0103 \u0219i ea, \u00eentr-un final, c\u0103\u00a0 nu avea nicio idee dac\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai purta acelea\u0219i haine cu care plecase \u00een p\u0103dure sau nu. Privi \u00een jos \u0219i descoperi c\u0103 era \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00eentr-o rochie simpl\u0103, alb\u0103 care \u00eei ajungea p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Doamn\u0103, nu \u0219tiu cine sunte\u021bi, iar situa\u021bia dumneavoastr\u0103 nu e problema mea. V\u0103 rog, s\u0103 pleca\u021bi \u00eenainte s\u0103 chem poli\u021bia, spuse acesta rece \u0219i autoritar, iar apoi d\u0103du s\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 u\u0219a.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Denis, stai! De ce nu m\u0103 crezi? Am fost \u00een p\u0103dure ca s\u0103 filmez biserica lui Afanasi pentru contul meu stupid de instagram! Nu am asculat de mamai \u0219i am gre\u0219it at\u00e2t de tare! \u00cemi pare r\u0103u! se repezi Augustina pe un ton disperat \u00eenainte ca acesta s\u0103 apuce s\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 u\u0219a. O durea. O durea s\u0103 fie privit\u0103 cu ochii aceia str\u0103ini de c\u0103tre propiul frate. \u0218i \u0219tia c\u0103 durerea nu se va opri.<\/p>\n Denis se \u00eentoarse \u0219i o mai privi o dat\u0103 cu chipul chinuit, de parc\u0103 \u00eencerca s\u0103 deslu\u0219easc\u0103 i\u021bele unei pove\u0219ti care nu avea niciun sens.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Sora mea a murit acum mul\u021bi ani. Augustina nu mai e. Te rog s\u0103 pleci \u0219i s\u0103 ne la\u0219i \u00een pace. Apoi u\u0219a se \u00eenchise zgomotos, ca o sentin\u021b\u0103 capital\u0103 \u0219i irevocabil\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina \u00eempietri \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii. \u00cei lu\u0103 c\u00e2teva momente bune s\u0103 se dezmeticeasc\u0103. Apoi \u00ee\u0219i aminti de acoperi\u0219ul blocului. O lu\u0103 pe sc\u0103ri \u0219i fugi c\u00e2t de repede putu p\u00e2n\u0103 ajunse sus.<\/p>\n Soarele se topea \u00eentr-un ocean ro\u0219u de foc iar luminile ora\u0219ului \u00eencepea s\u0103 sclipeasc\u0103 \u00een zare. Soarele \u00ee\u0219i lua r\u0103mas bun iar luna urma s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i aduc\u0103 mantaua de \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Undeva \u00eentr-un col\u021b, se afla o oglind\u0103 veche care apar\u021binuse de mult\u00a0 unei b\u0103tr\u00e2ne din bloc. Era tot acolo, a\u0219ezat\u0103 exact a\u0219a cum \u0219i-o amintea ea, elegant\u0103, spart\u0103 \u0219i atemporal\u0103. \u00cen\u0103untrul ei juca imaginea unei femei tinere cu p\u0103rul \u0219aten tuns scurt, ochi mari, c\u0103prui \u0219i ro\u0219ii de pl\u00e2ns. Avea chipul pistruiat \u0219i buzele delicate. Era cel mult dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103. \u0218i cu siguran\u021b\u0103, nu era frumoasa Augustina.<\/p>\n Fata se apropie mai mult de oglind\u0103 \u0219i \u00eengenunchie. Da, acum o z\u0103ri \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it! Asta era pagina ei alb\u0103. Acesta era incipitul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Tu ce ai face \u00een locul meu?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Augustina tres\u0103ri violent. Vocea groas\u0103, baritonal\u0103 \u0219i rece o scoase din starea de trans\u0103 \u00een care intrase cu pu\u021bin timp \u00een urm\u0103. Aceasta se ridic\u0103 \u00een picioare \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 \u00eentr-o pozi\u021bie defensiv\u0103.\u00a0 \u00cen fa\u021ba ei, st\u0103tea lejer cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunar, cel mai frumos \u0219i impun\u0103tor b\u0103rbat pe care Augustina \u00eel v\u0103zuse vreodat\u0103. Un fulger de groaz\u0103 \u00eei tr\u0103zni inima, iar aceasta sim\u021bi cum i se \u00eenmoaie genunchii. Era ceva deosebit, o frumuse\u021be mult prea nep\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103 ca el s\u0103 fie om.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ei, tu ce ai face dac\u0103 \u021bi-ar fugi mireasa \u00een ziua nun\u021bii? \u00cen spatele tonului s\u0103u aparent inocent se afla o duritate alarmant\u0103. Ochii lui de culoarea ambrei o priveau fix, t\u0103ios \u0219i necru\u021b\u0103tor. Augustina se sim\u021bea ca o c\u0103prioar\u0103 bleag\u0103, \u00eencol\u021bit\u0103 de pr\u0103d\u0103torul ce urma s\u0103 o sf\u00e2\u0219ie bucat\u0103 cu bucat\u0103. Aceasta \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec \u0219i \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i adune pu\u021binul curaj care \u00eei mai r\u0103m\u0103sese.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu nu sunt nicio mireas\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 E\u0219ti mireasa mea, r\u0103spunse acesta printre din\u021bii \u00eencle\u0219ta\u021bi<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Tu ai multe mirese! Nu vei duce lipsa uneia.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ce \u0219tii tu de fapt, muritoare mic\u0103 \u0219i ignorant\u0103? \u00centreb\u0103 acesta t\u0103ios iar un r\u00e2njet batjocoritor se \u00eentinse pe chipul s\u0103u demonic.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 S\u0103 tr\u0103iesc. Ai \u00eencercat vreodat\u0103?<\/p>\n B\u0103rbatul f\u0103cu ochii mari, iar orice urm\u0103 de emo\u021bie se dizolv\u0103 \u00eentr-un zid de nep\u0103truns. Augustina nu mai putea ghici ce g\u00e2ndea b\u0103rbatul.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Augustina nu mai e. \u0218i totu\u0219i stau aici \u00een fa\u021ba ta. Am un stilou \u0219i o pagin\u0103 de carte. Afanasi m-a trimis \u00een alt\u0103 poveste \u00een care eu voi fi autoarea deplin\u0103 \u0219i atotputernic\u0103. Tu nu vei face parte din ea, \u00eencheie aceasta pe un ton categoric care nu l\u0103sa loc de vreo obiec\u021bie.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Autor deplin. Atotputernic, ai primit o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de infinit \u0219i te crezi deja Dumnezeu?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Da. Eu sunt Dumnezeu peste destinul meu, propriul st\u0103p\u00e2n peste suflet, protagonist \u0219i scriitor \u00een propria poveste.\u00a0 Cel care va scrie sunt eu.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 \u0218i totu\u0219i e\u0219ti un simplu muritor. Un om.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Sunt mai mult de at\u00e2t. Sunt un om care s-a \u00eentors. O s\u0103-mi construiesc calea. O s\u0103-mi fac un c\u0103min \u0219i o s\u0103 am pace. Triste\u021be. Furie. Fericire \u0219i iubire. Astfel \u00eemi voi \u00eempodobi cartea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu tu oare \u021bi-ai v\u00e2ndut cartea pe o singur\u0103 pagin\u0103 alb\u0103? \u00eentreb\u0103 acesta pe un ton de o fals\u0103 inocen\u021b\u0103, iar Augustina tres\u0103ri. Fat\u0103 prostu\u021b\u0103, crezi c\u0103 te po\u021bi \u00eentoarce pur \u0219i simplu \u0219i s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti o via\u021b\u0103 anost\u0103 de muritor? Ai fost avertizat\u0103. Tu nu mai exi\u0219ti \u00een lumea asta! spuse acesta pe un ton dur \u0219i autoritar care o sf\u00e2\u0219ie pe Augustina.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu…<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Ai fugit de mine. Nu ai vrut s\u0103-mi fi mireas\u0103. Atunci \u00eemi vei fi supus\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu nu voi fi niciodat\u0103 a ta! strig\u0103 Augustina cu glas r\u0103gu\u0219it. Ceva nu se lega. B\u0103rbatul acela o f\u0103cea s\u0103 se team\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-\u0219i reevalueze ra\u021bionamentul care o conduse p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een acel punct.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Noi doi suntem uni\u021bi \u00een Ceruri. Nicio lume \u0219i nicio poveste nu poate dezlega ceea ce s-a legat. Po\u021bi s\u0103 te \u0219tergi \u0219i s\u0103 te rescrii de o mie de ori, c\u0103ci eu tot te voi g\u0103si.<\/p>\n Augustina t\u0103cu \u0219i se \u00eentoarse cu spatele la b\u0103rbatul cu chip de demon. A\u0219a, deci…<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Luna se \u00een\u0103l\u021base pe cer \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i aruncase deja voalul de stele. Luminile ora\u0219ului lic\u0103reau viu \u00een mantaua rece a nop\u021bii, iar Augustinei \u00eencepu s\u0103 i se fac\u0103 frig. Aceasta \u00ee\u0219i privi rochia sub\u021bire \u0219i alb\u0103 apoi z\u00e2mbi.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Iar tu-mi spui acum c\u0103 eu nu pot fi o scriitoare? C\u0103 nu pot crea, de\u0219i am dat totul pe o singur\u0103 pagin\u0103 goal\u0103?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Po\u021bi. Noi to\u021bi putem dar exist\u0103 reguli. Iar tu ai limit\u0103rile specifice oric\u0103rui muritor. Nu uita asta niciodat\u0103. Nu uita c\u0103 e\u0219ti om.<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u2500 Da, sunt om. \u0218i voi scrie dincolo de reguli chiar dac\u0103 va trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 lupt cu \u00eensu\u0219i Dumnezeu. Poate cineva ar trebui s\u0103 repovesteasc\u0103 aceste reguli. Un muritor nu e definit prin moartea cu care e dator, ci prin via\u021ba cu care a fost binecuv\u00e2ntat. Tr\u0103ind \u00een lumea unde str\u0103luce\u0219te soarele, am v\u0103zut mul\u021bi oameni \u00eenl\u0103n\u021bui\u021bi \u00een lan\u021buri fabricate de al\u021bii sau de ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i. Sufletul ar trebui s\u0103 fie liber. Omul e un fluture care tr\u0103ie\u0219te o singur\u0103 zi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u0218i \u00een acea singur\u0103 zi \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i deschid\u0103 aripile \u0219i s\u0103 zboare spre infinit. Eu sunt un om \u0219i sunt \u00een c\u0103utarea infinitului. Eu o via\u021b\u0103 de fluture nu mai am, dar dorin\u021ba zborului \u00eenc\u0103 exist\u0103. Vreau s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg. Vreau s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \u0219i vreau s\u0103 scriu.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Vei muri.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Atunci voi mai muri \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, dar acum o voi face \u00eencerc\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nu te po\u021bi lupta cu absolutul. Nu te po\u021bi lupta cu ceea ce nu po\u021bi \u00een\u021belege.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Absolutul sunt eu. Absolutul esti tu. Absolutul e peste tot \u0219i in fiecare dintre noi c\u0103ci noi suntem n\u0103scu\u021bi \u0219i traim din absolut.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nimeni nu te va primi sau asculta.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Nici m\u0103car tu?<\/p>\n B\u0103rbatul f\u0103cu c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i o privi intens pe Augustina.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Eu nu mai \u0219tiu cine e\u0219ti. Nu cred c\u0103 am \u0219tiut vreodat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat. Poate c\u0103 te-ai schimbat sau poate c\u0103 a\u0219a ai fost de la bun \u00eenceput. Te a\u0219teapt\u0103 un drum greu \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ai multe de \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat. Ai vrut s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi schimbi soarta \u0219i ai f\u0103cut-o. Acum vrei s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi schimbi condi\u021bia. B\u0103rbatul z\u00e2mbi sincer pentru prima dat\u0103, iar apoi ad\u0103ug\u0103 pe un ton aproape \u0219optit: po\u021bi s\u0103 te bazezi pe mine c\u0103 voi fi acolo s\u0103 te privesc.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 Atunci o s\u0103 am grij\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi scrijilesc numele \u00eentr-un col\u021b de foaie, pe undeva prin povestea mea.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poate c\u0103 lucrurile nu s-au a\u0219ezat a\u0219a cum mi-am dorit. Nu mai \u0219tiu cine sunt sau cum am ajuns aici. \u00cens\u0103 un lucru tot \u0219tiu. Nu m\u0103 voi da b\u0103tut\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 o lupt\u0103. Destinul e al meu<\/em>,<\/em> iar \u00een Cartea Vie\u021bii vor fi scrise versurile mele.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Bianca \u0218omoiag \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2500 A fost o dat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103, pe vremea c\u00e2nd se plimba Petru pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i judeca pe te miri cine, a fost un drac. Dar nu orice drac, c\u0103ci \u0103sta mi-era drac sf\u00e2nt. Dar mai \u00eent\u00e2i, s\u0103 \u00eencep cu \u00eenceputul: f\u0103cu Domnul lumin\u0103, f\u0103cu cer \u0219i stele, p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i \u00eengeri, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_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":[1516,15],"tags":[1532,1517,1115],"class_list":["post-13943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-69","category-proza","tag-bianca-somoiag","tag-egophobia-69-70","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3CT","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13943"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13944,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13943\/revisions\/13944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}