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(Lecturi potrivite\/recomandate de Alexandra)<\/span><\/p>\n

de Gabi Gabrinov<\/p>\n

Gulerul de praf \u0219i trena din p\u00e2nz\u0103 de p\u0103ianjen o f\u0103ceau s\u0103 semene cu o mireas\u0103 adormit\u0103. Se aplec\u0103 deasupra cuf\u0103rului \u0219i o ridic\u0103 u\u0219or, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd. Era cea mai frumoas\u0103 vioar\u0103 pe care o v\u0103zuse vreodat\u0103. Luciul finisat al trunchiului negru, curburile robuste \u0219i g\u00e2tul lung \u00eel duser\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndul la fotografiile alb-negru, \u00eenr\u0103mate, care o \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219au pe bunica lui c\u00e2nd fusese t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103.<\/p>\n

Edmund descoperi sub ea \u0219i arcu\u0219ul, pe care-l lu\u0103 \u0219i, fix\u00e2ndu-\u0219i vioara pe um\u0103r, \u00eel trecu peste corzi. \u00cen clipa \u00een care sunetul \u00eei invad\u0103 mintea, pieptul b\u0103iatului se umplu de un tremur vulcanic, iar vioara suspin\u0103 ca trezit\u0103 dintr-o amor\u021bire secular\u0103. Notele parc\u0103 se ag\u0103\u021bau de lini\u0219tea robust\u0103, a\u0219tern\u00e2ndu-se firesc \u0219i ordonat. C\u00e2nt\u0103 ceea ce-\u0219i amintea din partitura pe care o exersa \u00een s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na aceea \u2014 sonata \u00een G minor a lui Bach, iar pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce unduia tot mai agil arcu\u0219ul, avu senza\u021bia c\u0103 o \u0219oapt\u0103 neclar\u0103 se strecura printre acorduri, ca o chemare din alte veacuri.<\/p>\n

R\u0103mase mult\u0103 vreme \u00een podul pr\u0103fuit \u0219i \u00eentunecat, printre mobilele aruncate la \u00eent\u00e2mplare \u0219i cuferele pline cu vechituri, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, \u0219i nu se opri dec\u00e2t c\u00e2nd \u00eel auzi pe tat\u0103l s\u0103u strig\u00e2ndu-l. Atunci, a\u0219ez\u0103 vioara la loc \u00een cuf\u0103r cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri st\u00e2ngace, tr\u00e2nti capacul \u0219i se repezi spre scar\u0103. Travers\u0103 coridorul \u00eembibat \u00een miresme de carne fript\u0103 \u0219i usturoi, iar c\u00e2nd intr\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, \u00eel g\u0103si pe tat\u0103l s\u0103u \u00een capul mesei. Bunica st\u0103tea cu spatele, amestec\u00e2nd de zor \u00eentr-o oal\u0103 din care ie\u0219eau aburi.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Pe unde ai umblat? \u00eel repezi Remus, \u00eencrunt\u00e2ndu-se. Nu erai \u00een camera ta. Ne-a fost vorba c\u0103 repe\u021bi partiturile alea!<\/p>\n

\u2014 Eram… am fost p\u00e2n\u0103 la baie, se scuz\u0103 Edmund, apoi arunc\u0103 o privire spre bunica lui, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd ajutorul care nu \u00eent\u00e2rzie s\u0103 apar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Remus, las\u0103 b\u0103iatul \u00een pace. Munce\u0219te destul. Ar trebui s\u0103 copil\u0103reasc\u0103 mai mult.<\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2na a\u0219ez\u0103 oala \u00een mijlocul mesei, pe un toc\u0103tor de lemn, apoi \u00eencepu s\u0103 umple farfuriile cu toc\u0103ni\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu-i mai da nas, mam\u0103. N-o s\u0103 ajung\u0103 un mare violonist copil\u0103rind \u0219i pierz\u00e2nd vremea aiurea.<\/p>\n

Edmund se a\u0219ez\u0103 la mas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 scoat\u0103 o vorb\u0103. M\u00e2nc\u0103 tot din farfurie, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103zneasc\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i ridice ochii spre cap\u0103tul mesei. Apoi veni vremea pentru repeti\u021bia de sear\u0103, care, atunci c\u00e2nd era \u00een vacan\u021b\u0103, nu se termina dec\u00e2t c\u00e2nd spunea Remus. Cu o sear\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103, tat\u0103l s\u0103u primise un telefon important \u0219i trebuise s\u0103 plece, astfel c\u0103 Edmund sc\u0103pase mai devreme, iar p\u00e2n\u0103 la ora zece, bunica \u00eel l\u0103sase la televizor, \u00een sufragerie. \u00cen timp ce-\u0219i \u00eentindea partiturile pe stativ, se ruga s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple \u0219i \u00een seara aceasta ceva miraculos \u0219i s\u0103 scape de chinul de a c\u00e2nta \u00een prezen\u021ba tat\u0103lui s\u0103u. Remus era teribil de exigent, fiind el \u00eensu\u0219i un violonist recunoscut, a c\u0103rui faim\u0103 se \u021besuse \u00een umbra stilului s\u0103u riguros \u0219i consecvent, \u0219i avea preten\u021bia ca fiul s\u0103u s\u0103-l dep\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi. Tocmai de aceea, de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd gre\u0219ea acorduri sau falsa note, Remus \u00eel lovea cu rigla de lemn peste metacarpiene, invit\u00e2ndu-l, cu o privire \u00eentunecat\u0103, s-o ia de la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n

\u00cen seara aceea, \u00eens\u0103, Edmund c\u00e2nta f\u0103r\u0103 tragere de inim\u0103. Sim\u021bea o nelini\u0219te cald\u0103 cuib\u0103rit\u0103 \u00een piept, un sentiment straniu, pe care nu-l mai tr\u0103ise niciodat\u0103 \u0219i nu \u0219tia s\u0103 spun\u0103 cum se nume\u0219te. Era de parc\u0103 se mai afla cineva \u00een sufragerie, o alt\u0103 pereche de ochi nev\u0103zu\u021bi care-l urm\u0103reau cu interes. Din cauza asta, nu putea s\u0103 se concentreze, dar, spre u\u0219urarea lui, \u0219i Remus p\u0103rea distras. St\u0103tea tol\u0103nit \u00eentr-un fotoliu \u0219i tr\u0103gea alene dintr-o \u021bigar\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie atent la fiul s\u0103u. Notele \u00eei treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ureche. Edmund gre\u0219i de c\u00e2teva ori, \u0219i de fiecare dat\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219tept\u0103 pedeapsa care nu mai veni. Rigla r\u0103mase pe bra\u021bul fotoliului, neatins\u0103. Aproape de miezul nop\u021bii, Remus se ridic\u0103, oft\u00e2nd, cu ochii \u00eemp\u0103ienjeni\u021bi, \u0219i-l trimise pe b\u0103iat \u00een camera lui cu un simplu gest plictisit.<\/p>\n

Edmund \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 vioara rezemat\u0103 de stativ \u0219i o zbughi pe u\u0219\u0103 \u00eenainte ca tat\u0103l s\u0103u s\u0103 se r\u0103zg\u00e2ndesc\u0103. Urc\u0103 la etaj \u0219i trecu prin dreptul camerei bunicii, pe care o auzi sfor\u0103ind, \u00eens\u0103 nu se duse \u00een camera lui, ci urc\u0103 din nou \u00een pod.<\/p>\n

Becul electric nu func\u021biona \u0219i \u00eei fu prea fric\u0103 s\u0103 se afunde \u00een smoala aceea groaznic\u0103, ce mirosea a mucegai. Vru s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 chiar atunci, lumina pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103 a unei l\u0103mpi cu gaz se aprinse de la sine, iar umbrele \u00eenjunghiate se t\u00e2r\u00e2r\u0103 spre cotloanele lor. Aplecat pe jum\u0103tate peste gura podului, Edmund se sperie at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eenlemni, dar \u00eei atrase aten\u021bia capacul cuf\u0103rului din dreptul ferestrei, care se ridic\u0103 singur, cu un sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it amorf. Urc\u0103 \u0219i ultimele dou\u0103 trepte, intr\u00e2nd \u00een pod, \u0219i se opri l\u00e2ng\u0103 cuf\u0103r. Vioara \u00eel a\u0219tepta. C\u00e2nd \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie trunchiul, o c\u0103ldur\u0103 fireasc\u0103 \u00eei umplu p\u00e2ntecele \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 aud\u0103 din nou \u0219oapta aceea, care deveni acum tot mai clar\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103c\u00e2nd forma unui c\u00e2ntec de jale at\u00e2t de frumos \u0219i de trist. B\u0103iatul nu-\u0219i d\u0103dea seama dac\u0103 ceea ce auzea era real sau era doar \u00een imagina\u021bia lui, dar sim\u021bea o durere aproape fizic\u0103 \u00een piept, \u00eel cople\u0219ea o triste\u021be nemuritoare, a\u0219a c\u0103 \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 reproduc\u0103 melodia dup\u0103 auz.<\/p>\n

Se pomeni dintr-odat\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eei amo\u021bise tot corpul, de parc\u0103 dormise \u00eentr-o pozi\u021bie rea, \u0219i nu se mai putea mi\u0219ca \u00een voie. M\u00e2na \u00eei \u00eencremeni pe arcu\u0219, dar, cumva, melodia continua s\u0103 curg\u0103, s\u0103 n\u0103v\u0103leasc\u0103 asupra lui, parc\u0103 r\u0103sun\u00e2nd din ungherele pline cu bezn\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i putu mi\u0219ca \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it ploapele \u0219i deschise ochii, se pomeni \u00een fa\u021ba unei ape care se \u00eentindea c\u00e2t nu putea cuprinde cu privirea.<\/p>\n

Edmund se sperie \u0219i scoase un \u021bip\u0103t scurt, pe care ecoul \u00eel plimb\u0103 pe deasupra \u00eentinderii pustii. Privi \u00eemprejur, buimac, \u0219i v\u0103zu c\u0103 se afla pe o plaj\u0103 cu nisip cenu\u0219iu. Se aplec\u0103 \u0219i-\u0219i afund\u0103 degetele \u00een el. Era rece \u0219i sf\u0103r\u00e2micios. Neclintirea apei compunea o lini\u0219te stranie. Apoi, \u00ee\u0219i auzi numele \u0219i se \u00eentoarse. O fat\u0103 de seama lui, palid\u0103 \u0219i sub\u021biric\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00eentr-o rochie ciudat\u0103, cu multe volane, \u00eenainta spre el cu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi, l\u0103s\u00e2nd urme \u00een nisip. Era ud\u0103 leoarc\u0103, iar p\u0103rul negru \u00eei \u00eencadra chipul \u00eengust.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u021ai-e fric\u0103, Edmund? se auzi o voce bl\u00e2nd\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 b\u0103iatul putu jura c\u0103 nu-i v\u0103zu buzele mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu…, min\u021bi b\u0103iatul, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u0219i umerii.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Asta-i bine. Nu trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi fie fric\u0103 de mine. Nu vreau dec\u00e2t s\u0103 te ajut, explic\u0103 feti\u021ba, ajung\u00e2nd acum \u00een fa\u021ba lui.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i a\u0219ez\u0103 m\u00e2na pe obrazul lui \u0219i \u00eei z\u00e2mbi stins. Avea m\u00e2na \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103, iar atingerea ei \u00eei f\u0103cu pielea s\u0103 se \u00eenfioare.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Cine e\u0219ti tu?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Eu sunt Celeste \u0219i vreau s\u0103 fiu prietena ta. Vrei \u0219i tu s\u0103 fii prietenul meu?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mhm…, \u00eeng\u0103im\u0103 b\u0103iatul cu jum\u0103tate de inim\u0103, uimit c\u0103 putea s-o aud\u0103, de\u0219i buzele ei palide \u0219i cr\u0103pate erau imobile.<\/p>\n

\u2014 M\u0103 bucur mult! M\u0103 simt at\u00e2t de singur\u0103 aici… Mi-e frig \u0219i foame… \u0218i sunt at\u00e2t de singur\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu-i nimic, zise Edmund, schi\u021b\u00e2nd un z\u00e2mbet glacial. Acum m\u0103 ai pe mine.<\/p>\n

Visul se stinse atunci c\u00e2nd i se strecurar\u0103 sub pleoaple c\u00e2teva raze de lumin\u0103. Edmund se trezi \u00een camera lui, \u00eentins pe pat \u0219i \u00eembr\u0103cat cu hainele de seara trecut\u0103. Se ridic\u0103 \u00eentr-un cot, ochi ceasul de pe perete \u0219i, v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 era trecut de opt, se mir\u0103 c\u0103 tat\u0103l s\u0103u nu venise deja s\u0103-l trezeasc\u0103. Se schimb\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i sp\u0103l\u0103 fa\u021ba \u0219i m\u00e2inile f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103, apoi merse \u00een sufragerie. \u00cen locul unde \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103sase vioara seara trecut\u0103, o g\u0103si acum pe cea din cuf\u0103r, cu trunchiul ei negru \u0219i g\u00e2tul lung. Se bucur\u0103 at\u00e2t de tare s-o vad\u0103 acolo, \u00eenc\u00e2t crezu c\u0103 bunica, ori poate, cine \u0219tie, chiar tat\u0103l s\u0103u, descoperise c\u0103 se furi\u0219ase \u00een pod \u0219i o g\u0103sise, iar ca s\u0103-i fac\u0103 pe plac, o adusese acolo. \u00cencepu s\u0103 c\u00e2nte cu patos, l\u0103s\u00e2nd fiecare not\u0103 s\u0103-i inunde fiin\u021ba, tremur\u00e2nd la acordurile cele mai unduitoare \u0219i savur\u00e2nd pe deplin inflexiunile pe care le producea. Nu dup\u0103 mult timp, \u00een sufragerie ap\u0103ru bunica, iar c\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103zu, \u00ee\u0219i duse ambele m\u00e2ini la gur\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103mase \u00eencremenit\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Dumnezeule, Edmund! Unde ai g\u0103sit-o? b\u0103lm\u0103ji ea, uluit\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u00cen pod, r\u0103spunse b\u0103iatul, con\u0219tient c\u0103 n-avea de ce s\u0103 mint\u0103. N-ai adus-o tu? Eu o l\u0103sasem \u00een cuf\u0103r…<\/p>\n

Bunica \u00eel c\u00e2nt\u0103ri pre\u021b de c\u00e2teva momente, m\u0103sur\u00e2ndu-l pe deasupra ochelarilor ei de baga, cu \u0219nur auriu. Apoi, privirea ei deveni tulbure, de parc\u0103 se cufundase \u00eentr-un vis. M\u00e2inile \u00eei c\u0103zur\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 corp, iar buzele i se ridicar\u0103 \u00eentr-un z\u00e2mbet for\u021bat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Vioara aceasta e foarte special\u0103, b\u0103iete, zise femeia, \u00eens\u0103 glasul \u00eei p\u0103rea r\u0103gu\u0219it, de parc\u0103 nu dormise toat\u0103 noaptea. A fost a surorii mele, Celeste…<\/p>\n

\u2014 N-am \u0219tiut c\u0103 ai avut o sor\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nimeni n-a \u0219tiut. S-a… A murit de t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, \u00eent\u0103ri bunica. N-am vorbit nim\u0103nui despre ea. Iubea muzica \u0219i \u00eei pl\u0103cea la nebunie s\u0103 c\u00e2nte la vioar\u0103. Am p\u0103strat vioara ca pe o amintire. Sunt, poate, mai bine de cincizeci de ani de atunci. Ce melodii frumoase mai c\u00e2nta cu ea… Ai vrea s\u0103-mi c\u00e2n\u021bi \u0219i mie ceva?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Bunica se mi\u0219c\u0103 greoi, cu trupul robust \u00eenaint\u00e2nd mecanic, \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe fotoliul din fa\u021ba stativului. Edmund \u00eei z\u00e2mbi \u0219i, ghicind ce anume voia, \u00eencepu s\u0103 c\u00e2nte melodia aceea de jale. O interpret\u0103 a\u0219a cum \u00ee\u0219i amintea, iar la r\u0103stimpuri, atunci c\u00e2nd aborda notele gre\u0219ite, avea impresia c\u0103 arcu\u0219ul \u00eei zbura din m\u00e2n\u0103, ating\u00e2nd singur corzile necesare. Casa se umplu de sunetul duios, mobila b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 oft\u0103, iar pere\u021bii se ghemuir\u0103 unii \u00een al\u021bii, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind \u0219i gem\u00e2nd. Bunica ascult\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, z\u00e2mbind, iar c\u00e2nd Edmund obosi, g\u0103sind c\u0103-l dureau degetele de la c\u00e2t de tare se luptase cu arcu\u0219ul \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat, se opri \u0219i o strig\u0103. \u00cens\u0103 femeia r\u0103mase neclintit\u0103, cu m\u00e2na \u00een falc\u0103 \u0219i ochelarii c\u0103zu\u021bi pe nas. Edmund nu se sperie, c\u0103ci \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama ce se petrecea, \u0219i-apoi, auzea aceea\u0219i \u0219oapt\u0103, care-i spunea c\u0103 era un lucru firesc ca bunica s\u0103 moar\u0103, fiindc\u0103 era b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i \u0103sta era cursul normal al vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Vacan\u021ba se termin\u0103 mai devreme dec\u00e2t fusese preconizat, iar dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, Edmund \u0219i tat\u0103l lui se \u00eentoarser\u0103 acas\u0103, la apartamentul lor din ora\u0219. Moartea bunicii l\u0103s\u0103 loc unei c\u0103lduri neobi\u0219nuite \u00eentre ei.<\/p>\n

Ultima lun\u0103 de var\u0103 era o perioad\u0103 plin\u0103 de competi\u021bii importante, la care Remus \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenscrisese din timp fiul, \u00een speran\u021ba c\u0103 avea s\u0103-l motiveze s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 \u0219i mai mult pentru a deveni un muzician remarcabil. La primul concurs, Edmund insist\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2nte la vioara cea veche \u0219i oric\u00e2t de mult se \u00eempotrivi Remus, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, n-avu \u00eencotro dec\u00e2t s\u0103-l lase. \u00ce\u0219i putea da \u0219i singur seama de diferen\u021ba dintre performan\u021bele din trecut ale fiului s\u0103u \u0219i felul \u00een care c\u00e2nta la vioara aceasta antic\u0103, pe care-o g\u0103sise \u00een podul bunicii. Nu-i \u00een\u021belegea \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2narea, mai ales c\u0103 vioara lui era nou-nou\u021b\u0103, primit\u0103 \u00een dar de Cr\u0103ciunul trecut, \u00eens\u0103 b\u0103iatul nu se l\u0103sase \u00eenduplecat cu niciun chip. Prinsese at\u00e2t de mare drag de ea, \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eei d\u0103duse \u0219i un nume. Vreau s-o iau pe Celeste, o vreau pe Celeste, vreau s\u0103 c\u00e2nt cu Celeste!<\/em><\/p>\n

Numai c\u0103 Remus nu-\u0219i regret\u0103 decizia, c\u0103ci fiul s\u0103u c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103 toate concursurile. La sf\u00e2r\u0219itul verii, sertarul de deasupra patului s\u0103u gemea de medalii \u0219i trofee. B\u0103rbatul era mul\u021bumit \u0219i n-avea ce s\u0103-i repro\u0219eze, ba chiar se g\u00e2ndi s\u0103-i elibereze programul \u00een ultima s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 de vacan\u021b\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-l lase s\u0103 copil\u0103reasc\u0103 pu\u021bin, a\u0219a cum sugerase bunica.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen schimb, Edmund nu voia s\u0103 aud\u0103 de parc, de joac\u0103, \u0219i nici m\u0103car de desene animate. Repeta \u00een continuare \u00een fiecare zi, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd partituri tot mai dificile, test\u00e2nd tehnici noi, pe care n-ar fi avut de unde s\u0103 le cunoasc\u0103, iar Remus nu putea dec\u00e2t s\u0103 se bucure, spun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i c\u0103 exigen\u021ba lui d\u0103dea \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it roade. Edmund \u00ee\u0219i petrecea fiecare or\u0103 liber\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la vioara veche. Sl\u0103bise pu\u021bin, avea fa\u021ba u\u0219or p\u0103m\u00e2ntie, \u00eens\u0103 p\u0103rea tare fericit \u0219i nimeni \u0219i nimic nu-l putea dezlipi de Celeste.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen prima zi de \u0219coal\u0103, o lu\u0103 dup\u0103 el. Tat\u0103l s\u0103u fu de acord, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 voia s\u0103 le arate colegilor ori profesoarei de muzic\u0103 ce mult evoluase pe timpul vacan\u021bei de var\u0103. Numai c\u0103 Edmund nu c\u00e2nta nici \u00een pauze, nici \u00een timpul orelor, ci doar \u00ee\u0219i \u021binea vioara \u00een hus\u0103, pe scaunul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, ca s-o aib\u0103 aproape.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00centr-o zi, \u00eens\u0103, c\u00e2\u021biva colegi dintr-o clas\u0103 superioar\u0103 aveau chef de glume, iar c\u00e2nd Edmund trecu pe palier, \u00eei puser\u0103 piedic\u0103. B\u0103iatul c\u0103zu, sc\u0103p\u00e2nd husa cu vioara, care se pr\u0103v\u0103li pe gresie cu un sunet asurzitor. O furie neagr\u0103 \u00eei inund\u0103 mintea \u0219i, ridic\u00e2ndu-se, se lu\u0103 la b\u0103taie cu b\u0103iatul care-l f\u0103cuse s-o scape pe iubita lui Celeste. Ajunse \u00een biroul directorului cu buza spart\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103ma\u0219a p\u0103tat\u0103 de s\u00e2nge. C\u00e2nd Remus ap\u0103ru la \u0219coal\u0103 \u0219i-l v\u0103zu \u00een ce hal ar\u0103ta, se sup\u0103r\u0103 cumplit, iar pedeapsa pe care-o g\u0103si cea mai eficient\u0103 fu s\u0103-i ia vioara.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Edmund nu se \u00eempotrivi, \u00eens\u0103 nici nu puse gean\u0103 pe gean\u0103 \u00een noaptea aceea. Pe la miezul nop\u021bii, c\u00e2nd se perpelea \u00een a\u0219ternut, u\u0219a camerei lui se deschise cu un sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it \u0219i se pomeni cu Celeste, care venise aievea la el, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urma ei mici b\u0103ltoace pe covor. Fata se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe marginea patului, iar Edmund se ridic\u0103 \u00een capul oaselor \u0219i-o privi prin \u00eentunericul diluat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ador s\u0103 c\u00e2nt cu tine. Muzica ta m\u0103 hr\u0103ne\u0219te, m\u0103 \u021bine \u00een via\u021b\u0103. Nu putem permite nim\u0103nui s\u0103 ne separe.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u0218i-atunci, ce s\u0103 facem? o \u00eentreb\u0103 el, ursuz.<\/p>\n

Celeste \u00ee\u0219i lipi din nou m\u00e2na \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 de obrazul lui \u0219i, aplec\u00e2ndu-se, \u00eei \u0219opti ceva la ureche. Edmund d\u0103du doar din cap. A\u0219teptar\u0103 mai bine de o or\u0103, apoi, Celeste se ridic\u0103 brusc \u0219i ie\u0219i din camer\u0103. Edmund a\u0219tept\u0103 ca ecoul pa\u0219ilor ei s\u0103 se sting\u0103, apoi s\u0103ri din pat, se strecur\u0103 \u00een camera lui Remus, care sfor\u0103ia, cu fa\u021ba \u00een sus \u0219i m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate peste piept. B\u0103iatul se aplec\u0103 \u0219i scoase husa de sub pat, apoi lu\u0103 vioara \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 c\u00e2nte melodia aceea de jale, dirijat de \u0219oaptele pe care Celeste i le turna \u00een ureche. Tat\u0103l s\u0103u r\u0103mase neclintit \u0219i continu\u0103 s\u0103 sfor\u0103ie, ca \u0219i cum nici nu auzea muzica. Edmund c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu at\u00e2ta patim\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t nu-\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u00e2nd se opri \u0219i nici nu-\u0219i putu explica, diminea\u021ba, cum ajunsese \u00een patul lui.<\/p>\n

Era s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, iar tat\u0103l s\u0103u ar fi trebuit s\u0103 vin\u0103 s\u0103-l trezeasc\u0103, s\u0103 ia micul dejun \u00eempreun\u0103, apoi s\u0103-l asiste la repeti\u021bii, \u00eens\u0103 Remus z\u0103cea mort \u00een patul lui, cu ochii larg deschi\u0219i \u0219i o grimas\u0103 de spaim\u0103 cimentat\u0103 pe chipul rigid.<\/p>\n

Edmund nu suferi prea mult. Dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, se mut\u0103 \u00een capital\u0103, fiind luat \u00een grij\u0103 de o m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103. Timpul trecu, acoperind, \u00een goana sa, r\u0103spunsurile tuturor \u00eentreb\u0103rilor. B\u0103iatul crescu \u0219i deveni, a\u0219a cum sperase tat\u0103l s\u0103u, un violonist recunoscut, care reu\u0219i s\u0103 umple o sal\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 de filarmonic\u0103 la concertul s\u0103u de debut, la optsprezece ani. Se angaj\u0103 ca violonist la orchestra din ora\u0219, iar dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva concerte, fu numit \u0219ef de partid\u0103 peste violoni\u0219ti. C\u00e2\u0219tiga bani frumo\u0219i \u0219i avea ocazia s\u0103 fac\u0103 ceea ce iubea cel mai mult pe lume: s\u0103 c\u00e2nte cu Celeste. \u00cens\u0103, cu timpul, Edmund se \u00eenstr\u0103in\u0103 de lume. Deveni \u00eenchis \u00een sine, nu vorbea dec\u00e2t dac\u0103 era obligat s-o fac\u0103, se purta ur\u00e2t cu membrii orchestrei \u0219i chiar avea ie\u0219iri nepoliticoase fa\u021b\u0103 de concertmaistru. Zvonuri despre comportamentul s\u0103u bizar ajunser\u0103 \u0219i la urechile dirijorului, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul domn Richter, care-l chem\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi pe Edmund \u00een biroul s\u0103u ca s\u0103 discute despre viitorul s\u0103u \u00een orchestr\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Edmund ap\u0103ru foarte deranjat de \u00eendr\u0103zneala b\u0103tr\u00e2nului. \u00cen vreme ce el vorbea, explic\u00e2nd c\u0103 n-ar fi vrut s\u0103 ajung\u0103 s\u0103-l dea afar\u0103, pentru c\u0103 era o vioar\u0103 foarte bun\u0103 \u0219i cu greu ar fi putut g\u0103si pe cineva mai bun cu care s\u0103-l \u00eenlocuiasc\u0103, b\u0103iatul \u00eel privea \u00eencruntat, iar Celeste \u00eei \u0219optea peste um\u0103r, la fel de revoltat\u0103, \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219indu-i sentimentele. Dup\u0103 ce dirijorul termin\u0103 de vorbit, Edmund se ridic\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i scoase vioara din hus\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 c\u00e2nte melodia veche de jale pe care-o auzise pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een podul bunicii sale \u0219i care-i devenise un soi de imn al fiin\u021bei.<\/p>\n

Cu toate c\u0103 n-o mai c\u00e2ntase de ani buni, \u0219i-o amintea perfect, astfel c\u0103 turn\u0103 \u00een ea toat\u0103 emo\u021bia unei tragedii preliminare, iar c\u00e2nd termin\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219ez\u0103 pre\u021bioasa vioar\u0103 la loc, \u00een hus\u0103, \u0219i ie\u0219i din birou, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-l pe domnul Richter ne\u00eensufle\u021bit, pe scaunul din spatele biroului, cu ochii larg deschi\u0219i…<\/p>\n

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M-am n\u0103scut \u00een 1997 \u00een ora\u015ful G\u0103e\u015fti, D\u00e2mbovi\u0163a. Am urmat cursurile colegiului na\u0163ional Vladimir Streinu din G\u0103e\u015fti, la profilul uman, specializarea filologie, pe care l-am terminat \u00een 2016. \u00cen 2020 m-am mutat definitv \u00een Germania. \u00cen prezent sunt casnic\u0103 \u015fi a\u015ftept primul copil.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi place s\u0103 cred despre mine c\u0103 sunt povestitor, nu scriitor, pentru c\u0103 toat\u0103 via\u0163a m-au preocupat pove\u015ftile de toate felurile, culese de la oameni sau inventate de mine. Scriu poezii de la nou\u0103 ani \u015fi pove\u015fti fantastice \u00eenc\u0103 din gimnaziu. Am debutat literar \u00een 2016, \u00een revista Helion Online cu povestirea ,,\u00cengerii\u201d. Am scris de-a lungul timpului alte c\u00e2teva proze scurte, care au fost publicate \u00een Helion (Nocturn<\/em>) \u00een 2017 , Liternautica (Ftizie<\/em>-fragment de roman) \u00een 2019 \u015fi EgoPHobia, revist\u0103 cu care am colaborat cel mai des (Groparul care \u015fi-a \u00eengropat sufletul din gre\u015feal\u0103, Povestea ceasornicarului, alchimistului \u015fi bibliotecarului<\/em>). Recent, am publicat \u015fi \u00een revista online Catchy. De asemenea, am fost selectat\u0103 s\u0103 particip cu zece poezii contemporane \u00een antologia literar\u0103 Nova Poetica, ce va ap\u0103rea anul acesta la editura Literagraf.<\/p>\n

Ador s\u0103 scriu, s\u0103 citesc \u015fi sper ca \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi s\u0103 pot mirosi paginile romanelor mele proasp\u0103t sosite de la tipar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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