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S-ar putea crede c\u0103 Mari\u015fca e o femeie irezistibil\u0103. C\u0103 e frumoas\u0103 foc, c\u0103 are p\u0103rul buclat, natural, c\u0103 e blond\u0103, brun\u0103, cum v\u0103 place, c\u0103 e vioaie, c\u0103 are pe vino-ncoa\u2019. C\u0103 e \u015fi inteligent\u0103 pe deasupra. C\u0103 \u015fi-a g\u0103sit un so\u0163 neasemuit, b\u0103rbat frumos, puternic, pe care-l iube\u015fte din toat\u0103 inima, cu care are un copil, frumos la r\u00e2ndu-i, pe care-l \u00eenconjoar\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi cu dragoste. C\u0103 Mari\u015fca e fericit\u0103 al\u0103turi de familia ei minunat\u0103. Acestea fiind zise, s-ar putea spune despre Mari\u015fca noastr\u0103 c\u0103 e femeia ideal\u0103, cu o via\u0163\u0103 ca-n pove\u015fti. \u015ei-am \u00eenc\u0103lecat pe-o \u015fa, \u015fi v-am spus povestea a\u015fa. Doamne-ajut\u0103!<\/p>\n
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Ei bine, nu e o femeie frumoas\u0103 Mari\u015fca. \u015ei nici t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 nu mai e. \u201c\u0162i-a trecut vremea, blestemato, nu mai jindui a\u015fa la copiii \u0103\u015ftia, nu \u0163i-a ajuns c\u00e2te-ai f\u0103cut? Tr\u0103sni-te-ar Dumniezo s\u0103 te tr\u0103sneasc\u0103!\u201d, a\u015fa-i zic oamenii Mari\u015fc\u0103i. Nu-i bag\u0103 \u00een seam\u0103 femeia, se uit\u0103 la noi, b\u0103ie\u0163ii, \u015fi r\u00e2de. Din\u0163i p\u0103r\u0103gini\u0163i ies la iveal\u0103 din gura Mari\u015fc\u0103i, uite \u015fi strung\u0103rea\u0163a imens\u0103, uite \u015fi-un col\u0163 maroniu, ca un pom putred, uite \u015fi-un dinte nelalocul lui, parc\u0103 din cerul gurii-i vine.<\/p>\n
Nu e o femeie frumoas\u0103 Mari\u015fca, dar c\u00e2t de ager\u0103 e, ca o zv\u00e2rlug\u0103 t\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte \u015fi cat\u0103 s\u0103 ne pi\u015fte, s\u0103 pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe noi, \u201eptiu, frumo\u015filor!\u201c, a\u015fa ne zice Mari\u015fca. Nou\u0103, b\u0103ie\u0163ilor, ne e fric\u0103 de Mari\u015fca, de m\u00e2inile ei osoase, str\u0103vezii, de r\u00e2njetul ei, de buzele-i sub\u0163iri \u015fi vine\u0163ii, de p\u0103ru-i v\u00e2lvoi, de \u015for\u0163ul mizerabil pe care-l poart\u0103 zi de zi, dar c\u00e2t de neast\u00e2mp\u0103ra\u0163i \u015fi r\u0103ut\u0103cio\u015fi suntem, \u015fi-i d\u0103m t\u00e2rcoale una-ntruna, s\u0103-i facem zile fripte. Oric\u00e2t de ager\u0103 e, nu ne prinde niciodat\u0103 Mari\u015fca, ne-mpr\u0103\u015ftiem ca pot\u00e2rnichile, care-ncotro, c\u0103ci tare tineri \u015fi sprinteni suntem noi, b\u0103ie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n
Nu e o femeie frumoas\u0103 Mari\u015fca. St\u0103 la poart\u0103, \u00een fa\u0163a casei \u015fi m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 semin\u0163e toat\u0103 ziua \u015fi scuip\u0103 cojile pe jos \u015fi se uit\u0103 la lume Mari\u015fca. Ce g\u00e2nde\u015fte, numai ea \u015ftie, c\u0103 nu zice multe Mari\u015fca. Se uit\u0103 numai, r\u00e2de \u015fi scuip\u0103 coji \u015fi ne-a\u015fteapt\u0103 pe noi, b\u0103ie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n
Nu e o femeie frumoas\u0103 Mari\u015fca, c\u0103ci lumea n-o vorbe\u015fte de bine. O suduie \u015fi-o fac \u00een toate felurile, jigodie, cutr\u0103, sc\u00e2rb\u0103, a\u015fa-i zic, iar cei mai turba\u0163i o scuip\u0103 \u015fi-o \u00eenghiontesc. To\u0163i \u015ftiu povestea ei, cic\u0103 mereu la carne fraged\u0103 i-au fugit ochii ur\u00e2tei \u015fi nenorocitei. To\u0163i \u015ftiu cum l-a ademenit \u00een urm\u0103 cu c\u00e2\u0163iva ani pe unul mai prost\u0103l\u0103u, Ioji \u00eel chema, s\u0103-i treac\u0103 pragul \u00eentr-o sear\u0103. Cu c\u00e2\u0163iva ani mai mare dec\u00e2t noi Ioji, prost\u0103nacul, abia ce-i mijiser\u0103 must\u0103\u0163ile. N-a vrut s\u0103 m\u0103rturiseasc\u0103 timp de-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 Ioji, dar l-a b\u0103tut tac-su \u00eentruna \u015fi l-a \u0163inut nem\u00e2ncat p\u00e2n\u0103 a le\u015finat, a\u015fa zice povestea. Cu cureaua de la pantaloni l-a b\u0103tut \u015fi n-a avut \u00eencotro Ioji p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103. A zis tot, c\u0103 altfel murea. A zis cum a trecut pe strad\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nicio treab\u0103, cu g\u00e2ndul s\u0103 se duc\u0103 acas\u0103, aproape c\u0103 se l\u0103sase \u00eentunericul. Cum st\u0103tea Mari\u015fca rezemat\u0103 de poart\u0103 \u015fi cr\u0103pa semin\u0163e \u00eentre din\u0163i, cum l-a oprit \u015fi l-a-ntrebat f\u0103r\u0103 ocoli\u015furi dac\u0103 a v\u0103zut vreodat\u0103 \u201cdin aia\u201d, n-a-n\u0163eles el prea bine ce-i \u201caia\u201d, s-a speriat \u00eens\u0103, tare ciudat se uita femeia la el, a vrut s-o ia la s\u0103n\u0103toasa, era prea t\u00e2rziu, Mari\u015fca l-a prins de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi i-a pus-o pe, pe… aici Ioji s-a oprit, n-a vrut s\u0103 continue dest\u0103inuirea, a-nceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103, l-a umplut din nou de s\u00e2nge babacul, \u201eio te-am f\u0103cut, io te-omor!\u201d, \u00eei zicea. De fapt povestea zicea a\u015fa. Ce s\u0103 fi f\u0103cut, a zis s\u0103racu\u2019 Ioji mai departe, pe \u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103, pe \u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103, c\u0103 mai frumos nu i-a venit s\u0103 zic\u0103. L-a tras dup\u0103 ea \u00een cas\u0103 Mari\u015fca, cic\u0103 el s-a \u00eempotrivit, s-a smucit, dar cine s\u0103-l cread\u0103? \u201eTe-au dat gata ni\u015fte \u0163\u00e2\u0163e, nenorocitul naibii, ai g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 n-\u0103i mai pupa \u00een via\u0163a ta altele! M-ai f\u0103cut de r\u00e2s, boule! M\u0103car de-ar fi meritat!\u201d. Nu l-a crezut tat\u0103-s\u0103u, dar nici nu l-a mai plesnit cu cureaua. L-a ascultat r\u0103bd\u0103tor, cu capul \u00een m\u00e2ini, a \u00eenghi\u0163it ru\u015fini dup\u0103 ru\u015fini, le-nfigea fiu-su-n el cu fiecare cuv\u00e2nt rostit, prinsese curaj Ioji v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 babacul se lini\u015ftise, \u015fi i-a povestit prost\u0103nacul din fir-a-p\u0103r prin ce trecuse. Le-a suportat omul, ce era s\u0103 fac\u0103, s\u0103-\u015fi omoare copilul? Era cu mintea-n alt\u0103 parte, \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cea deja planuri cum s\u0103 se-ascund\u0103 de gura lumii. Dar c\u00e2nd a auzit omul cum i-a tras Mari\u015fca n\u0103dragii b\u0103iatului de pe el, n-a mai \u00eenghi\u0163it umilin\u0163a. A mugit ca bizonul \u015fi i-a sc\u0103pat din m\u00e2ini cureaua \u015fi-a pl\u00e2ns b\u0103rbatul. Ca un copil. A ie\u015fit cu pas \u00eempleticit din cas\u0103, s-a dus \u00een pivni\u0163\u0103 \u015fi-a b\u0103ut, a b\u0103ut p\u00e2n\u0103 a c\u0103zut lat, l-au scos de-acolo mai mult mort dec\u00e2t viu. P\u0103rul \u00eei albise neobi\u015fnuit de mult, nu mai \u015ftia nici cum \u00eel cheam\u0103, str\u00e2ngea numai din pumni \u015fi zicea \u00eentruna: \u201eI-a dat n\u0103dragii jos, i-a dat n\u0103dragii jos.\u201d N-a rezistat mult omul \u00een nebunia lui, l-au \u00eengropat dup\u0103 mai pu\u0163in de o lun\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftie ce s-a-nt\u00e2mplat cu el. L-au tras ce l-au tras de limb\u0103 pe Ioji oamenii, ba cu bini\u015forul, ba cu \u201evezi c\u0103 se-nv\u00e2rte tac-tu \u00een morm\u00e2nt\u201d, ba chiar \u015fi-un pop\u0103 a venit s\u0103-l dojeneasc\u0103, \u00een zadar \u00eens\u0103, b\u0103iatul ridica din umeri, v\u0103zuse el cum vorbele lui au chemat moartea o dat\u0103. A plecat \u00eentr-o noapte, la pu\u0163in\u0103 vreme dup\u0103 moartea babacului, \u00een alt ora\u015f sau \u00een alt\u0103 \u0163ar\u0103, nimeni nu \u015ftia unde, b\u0103nuiau c\u0103 departe, c\u0103 nu i-au mai dat de urm\u0103. A\u015fa zice povestea.<\/p>\n
Nu era o femeie frumoas\u0103 Mari\u015fca, c\u0103ci lumea n-o vorbea de bine. Povestea asta a Mari\u015fc\u0103i, cu care am crescut \u015fi eu \u00eenc\u0103 de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 jucam cu pu\u0163a-n praf \u015fi pe care v-o zic \u015fi vou\u0103 acum, dup\u0103 aproape treizeci de ani, a scris-o unul care se pretindea mare scriitor, hoin\u0103rea \u00eentruna \u00een c\u0103utare de senza\u0163ii tari. A z\u0103bovit c\u00e2teva zile \u015fi pe strada noastr\u0103, cine \u015ftie cum ajunsese el s\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie printre noi, a stat de vorb\u0103 cu unul, cu altul, a observat el chestii, \u015fi-a\u015fa a g\u0103sit el de cuviin\u0163\u0103, s\u0103 scrie ur\u00e2t despre Mari\u015fca. La urma urmei, chiar era ur\u00e2t\u0103 Mari\u015fca \u015fi nu prea pe treaba ei, cum altfel s\u0103 fi scris \u0103la despre ea?<\/p>\n
Cert e c\u0103 to\u0163i au luat povestea de bun\u0103 c\u00e2nd a venit mai apoi unul cu cartea \u0103luia \u00een bra\u0163e \u015fi ne-a ar\u0103tat ce scrie acolo. Am crezut, ce s\u0103 fi f\u0103cut, c\u0103 doar se pretindea mare scriitor, \u015fi trei sferturi dintre noi eram pro\u015fti, dac\u0103 \u0103la era scriitor \u015fi scosese o carte, ap\u0103i e cel mai tare, cum s\u0103 nu-l fi crezut?<\/p>\n
S-au dus imediat peste Mari\u015fca s-o lin\u015feze, dar oare de ce zic s-au dus? Ne-am dus, c\u0103 eram \u015fi eu acolo, printre ei, la cei zece ani ai mei. M-a luat taic\u0103-meu pe sus, hai, m\u0103, s\u0103-i facem de petrecanie leprei, a\u015fa mi-a zis \u015fi ochii-i luceau a ur\u0103 \u015fi cred c\u0103 au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi luceasc\u0103 \u015fi mie, c\u0103 eram leit taic\u0103-meu. La scandal \u00eenainte, cu mic, cu mare, i-am spart geamurile cu pietre, huo, i-am rupt poarta, huo, huo, mare t\u0103r\u0103boi am f\u0103cut, se jura c\u0103 nu-i adev\u0103rat nenorocita \u015fi c\u00e2t era ea de indiferent\u0103 fa\u0163\u0103 de gura lumii, s-a-nsp\u0103im\u00e2ntat de moarte, nu era de glum\u0103 cu noi, c\u0103 tare nebuni eram \u015fi luceam cu to\u0163ii, o aruncaser\u0103m pe jos ca pe-o c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u015fi-i tr\u0103geam scatoalce \u015fi-o scuipam \u015fi-o blestemam \u015fi tare \u00eemplinit m-am sim\u0163it eu c\u00e2nd i-am tras Mari\u015fc\u0103i un \u015fpi\u0163 \u00een fund \u015fi-am auzit-o icnind \u015fi pe taic\u0103-meu zic\u00e2ndu-mi: \u201ea\u015fa, m\u0103, bravo!\u201d<\/p>\n
Norocul femeii c\u0103 s-a b\u0103gat unul mai de\u015ftept \u015fi a urlat la noi: \u201eho, m\u0103, bezmeticilor, ce v-arunca\u0163i ca animalele, c\u0103 nu-i chiar a\u015fa, Ioji n-a plecat niciunde, cum zice povestea, nu l-a\u0163i v\u0103zut \u00een fiecare zi de-atunci? Ce dracu! Dac\u0103 zice \u0103la, scriitorul, ceva, sau popa sau primarul, voi le lua\u0163i imediat de bune, ce dracu\u2019! Pro\u015ftilor \u015fi dobitocilor, c\u0103 altfel nu \u015ftiu cum s\u0103 v\u0103 zic, ce dracu\u2019!\u201d A\u015fa ne-a zis \u0103sta, \u00een\u0163eleptul, \u015fi noi ne-am uitat ba la el, ba la Mari\u015fca, am morm\u0103it o \u0163\u00e2r\u0103 \u015fi ne-am c\u0103rat dezam\u0103gi\u0163i c\u0103 nu-i venisem de petrecanie sc\u00e2rn\u0103viei, avea dreptate de\u015fteptul, Ioji nu plecase niciunde dup\u0103 moartea babacului \u015fi noi, scandalagiii, nu luasem \u00een calcul acest aspect.<\/p>\n
Cu toate c\u0103 nu i-am f\u0103cut atunci de petrecanie Mari\u015fc\u0103i, legenda a supravie\u0163uit, \u015fi dac\u0103 tot mi-am amintit-o, v-am povestit-o \u015fi vou\u0103. Dar la ce-am mai zis asta, nu \u015ftiu, c\u0103 doar v-a\u0163i dat seama, mai bine s\u0103 v\u0103 spun cum stau lucrurile \u00een prezent.<\/p>\n
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Ioji are 44 de ani. E s\u0103n\u0103tos tun, \u015fi-a g\u0103sit o femeie cam proast\u0103, ca el, a luat-o de nevast\u0103, au f\u0103cut\u00a0 doi copii, un b\u0103iat \u015fi-o fat\u0103. Pro\u015fti \u015fi ei. L-am \u00eentrebat odat\u0103: \u201eM\u0103,\u00a0 Ioji, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, a fost sau n-a fost?\u201d. A ridicat din umeri, a b\u0103lm\u0103jit ceva ce aducea a \u00eenjur\u0103tur\u0103 \u015fi mi-a \u00eentors spatele. A, \u015fi n-a plecat nici acum de pe acele meleaguri.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0163eleptul are 56 de ani. A ajuns un reputat psihoterapeut. A emigrat \u00een Statele Unite ale Americii, unde locuie\u015fte \u015fi-acum. Mai multe nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 v\u0103 zic despre el.<\/p>\n
Scriitorul are tot 56 de ani. Scrie \u015fi acum, i-am cump\u0103rat cu fidelitate c\u0103r\u0163ile, unsprezece la num\u0103r. Sincer, nu fac banii. Numai t\u00e2mpenii scrie.<\/p>\n
Mari\u015fca ar fi trebuit s\u0103 aib\u0103 72 de ani. A murit la 70 \u00eentr-un azil de b\u0103tr\u00e2ni din Statele Unite ale Americii. Cred c\u0103 nu i-o fi prea pl\u0103cut acolo, to\u0163i se purtau bine cu ea, n-o mai \u00eenjura nimeni, de uitat n-avea la ce s\u0103 se uite, c\u0103 numai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni ferici\u0163i roiau \u00een jurul ei, \u015fi sigur nu-n\u0163elegea Mari\u015fca o iot\u0103 din americ\u0103neasca lor. Ce s\u0103-i fi pl\u0103cut? Cic\u0103 le-ar fi cerut ni\u015fte semin\u0163e s\u0103 le sparg\u0103-ntre din\u0163i. \u015ei pentru c\u0103 n-au \u00een\u0163eles \u0103ia ce vrea, nu i-au dat. Asta i-o fi pus capac, c\u0103 s-a dus Mari\u015fca \u00een pat \u015fi-a murit.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ceea ce m\u0103 prive\u015fte, ce s\u0103 v\u0103 spun, sunt bine, s\u0103n\u0103tos, pe cuv\u00e2ntul meu, cine m\u0103 crede, bine, cine nu, iar\u0103\u015fi bine.<\/p>\n
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