… A doua zi, diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd por\u021bile ce str\u0103juiau intrarea din c\u00e2mp \u00een ograda Floric\u0103i se \u00eenchiser\u0103, scr\u00e2\u0219nind \u00een urma mea cu neunse \u0219i hrentuite \u00eencheieturi de fier ruginit, mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103 ceva ascu\u021bit m\u0103 \u00een\u021beap\u0103 \u00een suflet, sau ceva greu \u0219i \u00eenalt \u00eemi cade pe spate, \u0219i c\u0103 r\u0103suna a sec din lumea aceasta tocmai \u00een lumea cealalt\u0103!…<\/p>\n
\u0218i cum m\u0103suram eu sau, mai bine zis, cum m\u0103sura Pisicu\u021ba, la gebea, drumul plin de colb, de pe care soarele, de o suli\u021b\u0103 \u00eenalt pe ceruri, nu sorbise \u00eenc\u0103 umezeala dimine\u021bii, toate lucrurile, sub ochii mei, luau \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rile aiurite din lumea cealalt\u0103. Soarele, ce plutea \u00een albastrul ad\u00e2nc \u0219i p\u0103ienjenit de cea\u021b\u0103 al bol\u021bilor cere\u0219ti, se uita parc\u0103 chior\u00e2\u0219 la mine cu \u00een\u021bepenirea lucie \u0219i sticloas\u0103 a unui ochi de mort \u00eenfipt \u0219i \u00eencremenit \u00een umbra dep\u0103rtat\u0103 a orbitei sale vinete \u0219i reci; arborii rari de pe marginea drumului, \u00een neclintita lor \u00eensufle\u021bire, trimiteau parc\u0103 din \u00een\u0103l\u021bime, cu \u0219oapte de frunze \u0219i de v\u00e2nt, ultimul “r\u0103mas bun” celui ce c\u0103lca pentru cea din urm\u0103 oar\u0103 hotarele a\u0219ezate \u00eentre cele dou\u0103 lumi; adierile r\u0103coroase \u0219i u\u0219oare din r\u0103s\u0103rit \u00eemi atingeau fa\u021ba \u0219i treceau pe fruntea mea ca f\u00e2lf\u00e2itul rece \u0219i fioros de aripi fantastice ale unui stol de lilieci cu zbor negru, iute \u0219i t\u0103cut; florile c\u00e2mpului m\u0103 priveau ca at\u00e2\u021bia ochi ro\u0219ii ai duhurilor pustiului. Pisicu\u021ba, str\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd parc\u0103 drumul \u00eenalt al celor nou\u0103 v\u0103mi, mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 merge pe o cale \u00eengust\u0103 numai c\u00e2t o muchie de cu\u021bit \u0219i, hipnotizat de eterna leg\u0103nare a pasului ei, a\u0219teptam pe fiece minut s\u0103 m\u0103 pr\u0103bu\u0219esc \u00een noianul gol \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 fund de sub picioarele mele… Fiin\u021ba mea se topise, se idealizase \u0219i, ca un fir de a\u021b\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it, mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 sufletul meu se deap\u0103n\u0103 lung \u00een urma mea…<\/p>\n
“S\u0103rmane om, s\u0103rmane lut netrebnic \u0219i pieritor!… cugetam eu merg\u00e2nd la gebea. Pentru ce, adic\u0103, cel ce te-a pl\u0103smuit a mai \u00eenveninat atomul nimicniciei tale cu n\u0103zuin\u021be vecine cu nebunia?… \u0218i dac\u0103, din noroiul \u00een care te-a \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat p\u00e2n\u0103 la g\u00e2t, \u021bi-a \u00eeng\u0103duit s\u0103 ridici capul \u0219i s\u0103 \u00eendrep\u021bi, arare, ochii t\u0103i spre ceruri, pentru ce, l\u00e2ng\u0103 o clip\u0103 de sublim, a a\u0219ezat o eternitate de ridicol? Pentru ce, cu desc\u00e2ntece \u0219i cu vr\u0103ji dumnezeie\u0219ti, s\u0103 se sape pr\u0103p\u0103stii f\u0103r\u0103 fund \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 de margini \u00eentre dou\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103ri; \u0219i pentru ce, \u00eenc\u0103, \u00eentre dou\u0103 inimi \u00eendr\u0103gostite, s\u0103 se ridice, ca un zid de o\u021bel, o ieftin\u0103 formul\u0103 sacramental\u0103? \u0218i, mai la urm\u0103, pentru ce?…”<\/p>\n
\u00centorsei capul \u0219i privii \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t… Prin cerdacul larg din fa\u021b\u0103, st\u0103p\u00e2na de cas\u0103 nu mai treb\u0103luia nimic… \u00cen hain\u0103 alb\u0103 de diminea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i cu capul slobod \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een o grimea tot alb\u0103 cu \u021bur\u021buri mici de m\u0103rgele ro\u0219ii pe margine, f\u0103cuse unghi drept din bra\u021bu-i alb, rotund \u0219i gol p\u00e2n\u0103 la cot; cu palma-i diafan\u0103 pusese despre soare o mic\u0103 perdea trandafirie privirii; cu cel\u0103lalt bra\u021b, s\u0103pat \u00een marmur\u0103 vie, st\u0103tea rezemat\u0103 de balustrada cafenie a cerdacului \u0219i, nemi\u0219cat\u0103, privea \u00een zarea dep\u0103rtat\u0103 a drumului… O mai frumoas\u0103 cariatid\u0103 nu se putea \u00eenchipui… \u0218i din soare nici o raz\u0103 nu se mai desprinse, \u0219i de pe ceruri nici o stea nu se mai mistui… Cel mult dac\u0103 dep\u0103rtarea sorbea treptat \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile sale chipul alb al Floricic\u0103i, desprins \u00eenc\u0103 de pe zare \u0219i \u00eencremenit \u00een aureola de lumin\u0103 \u021besut\u0103 \u00een jurul ei de razele de aur \u00een pulbere ale soarelui curat de diminea\u021b\u0103… Ridicai \u00een aer imensa mea p\u0103l\u0103rie neagr\u0103 \u0219i de trei ori o \u00eenchinai, ca pe un steag cernit, \u00eenspre apus… Din cerdacul larg din fa\u021b\u0103 f\u00e2lf\u00e2i ca r\u0103spuns \u0219i de trei ori se \u00eenchin\u0103 spre r\u0103s\u0103rit, cu nestatornice forme de v\u00e2nt, faldurii molatici \u0219i ro\u0219ii ai unei batiste sub\u021biri… \u0219i dep\u0103rtarea smulse soarelui o raz\u0103 \u0219i golul \u00eenghi\u021bi cerului o stea… Iar \u00eentre apus \u0219i r\u0103s\u0103rit, o ad\u00e2nc\u0103 mare de \u00eentuneric se l\u0103\u021bi… Dincolo de marginile r\u0103s\u0103ritene ale acestei m\u0103ri, se \u00eentindea taina nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 a lumii celeilalte…<\/p>\n
“S\u0103rmane om, s\u0103rmane lut netrebnic \u0219i pieritor! cugetam eu, leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 la gebea prin lumea sub\u021bire a umbrelor. Pentru ce adic\u0103?…”<\/p>\n
\u0218i drumul de sub copitele Pisicu\u021bei r\u0103sun\u0103 a sec \u0219i a hodorogit… Intrasem pe un pod ce t\u0103ia de-a curmezi\u0219ul peste Bistri\u021ba. Nu \u0219tiam nici ce pod era acesta \u0219i nici \u00eencotro ducea. Deoarece \u00eens\u0103 mar\u0219rutul \u00eel l\u0103sasem cu totul pe seama Pisicu\u021bei, nu c\u0103utai s\u0103 m\u0103 dezmeticesc unde m\u0103 aflu; m\u0103 mul\u021bumii doar s\u0103 opresc la mijlocul podului statua mea ecuestr\u0103 \u0219i, din aerul \u00eenalt, s\u0103-mi las \u0219i g\u00e2ndul \u0219i privirea s\u0103 lunece un minut pe cursul fug\u0103tor al undelor… \u0218i dac\u0103 niciodat\u0103 n-ai avut fie b\u0103rb\u0103\u021bia, fie fantezia de a-\u021bi scutura de pe suflet \u0219i de pe inim\u0103 prostiile omene\u0219ti, dup\u0103 cum un arbore, la suflarea v\u00e2ntului, \u00ee\u0219i scutur\u0103 foile sale netrebnice \u0219i seci, atuncea, desigur c\u0103 n-ai r\u0103mas, \u00eentotdeauna, dec\u00e2t ceea ce e\u0219ti: o p\u0103c\u0103toas\u0103 “fiin\u021b\u0103 superioar\u0103”, un nemernic “\u00eemp\u0103rat al F\u0103pturii”… \u0218i nu te-ai sim\u021bit, prin urmare, nici topindu-te sub o raz\u0103 de soare sau o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere de v\u00e2nt, nu te-ai putut nici \u00eentrupa \u00een norul alb, ce plute\u0219te pe \u00eenalte \u0219i albastre aripi de v\u0103zduh… Nu te-ai sim\u021bit, cu alte cuvinte, o clip\u0103 m\u0103car, trup din trupul \u0219i suflet din sufletul larg al naturii!… A sta suspendat \u00een aer \u0219i neclintit deasupra unui curs de ap\u0103, ce lunec\u0103 gr\u0103bit sub picioarele tale, a porunci, cu puterea voin\u021bei tale, g\u00e2ndului s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eencremeneasc\u0103 \u00een suflet \u0219i s\u00e2ngelui s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eenghe\u021be \u00een vine, a opri \u00een s\u00e2nul t\u0103u b\u0103t\u0103ile pripite ale ceasornicului incon\u0219tient, ce-\u021bi socote\u0219te ne\u00eendurat clipele scurte ale vie\u021bii, a te preface \u00een cremene \u00eensufle\u021bit\u0103 sau \u00een fiin\u021b\u0103 de cremene, a pricepe cu sim\u021bul poten\u021biat al urechii tale susurul colosal \u0219i nehot\u0103r\u00e2t al imensului curs de via\u021b\u0103 ce \u00eensufle\u021be\u0219te vinele lucrurilor, a sta tu singur neclintit \u00een universala lunecare a totului c\u0103tre nesf\u00e2r\u0219it…<\/p>\n
“C\u00e2t e de dulce, cugetam eu, s\u0103 ai, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, c\u00e2te un minut, m\u0103car, de sublim\u0103 nebunie!”<\/p>\n
\u0218i cum st\u0103team eu pironit cu privirea pe spatele goale \u0219i fug\u0103toare ale unei \u0219\u0103galnice unde, ce se sc\u0103lda cu o neru\u0219inat\u0103 nevinov\u0103\u021bie \u00een razele soarelui, deodat\u0103 totul se opri; Firea \u00eencremeni pe loc \u0219i statua mea ecuestr\u0103, cu pod cu tot, o plec\u0103 la goan\u0103 pe cursul Bistri\u021bei la deal! Clipa neclintit\u0103 a eternit\u0103\u021bii mele se topi \u00een v\u0103zduh, izvorul de via\u021b\u0103 vie deveni putrejune, hlamida dumnezeirii \u00eemi c\u0103zu de pe umeri… Iar la capra dimpotriv\u0103 a podului, un individ cu fa\u021ba \u00eembujorat\u0103 de somn, r\u0103s\u0103rit \u00een calea mea dintrun fel de cotenea\u021b\u0103 de sc\u00e2nduri, cu un soi de obraznic\u0103 oficialitate \u00een mi\u0219c\u0103ri, \u00eemi f\u0103cu semn s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 nici o “bun\u0103 diminea\u021ba” sau “cale bun\u0103”, \u00eentinse \u00eenspre mine m\u00e2na ruginit\u0103 \u0219i-mi ceru 12 bani.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru ce? \u00eel \u00eentrebai eu, \u0219i de ce numaidec\u00e2t 12 bani?
\n\u2014 Brudina, cucoane; c\u00e2te doi bani de fiecare picior de vit\u0103, \u00eemi r\u0103spunse el scurt \u0219i hursuz.<\/p>\n
\u0218i dup\u0103 ce m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bai, num\u0103r\u00e2nd cu \u00eengrijire, c\u0103 eu \u0219i Pisicu\u021ba la un loc aveam tocmai \u0219ase picioare de vit\u0103, scosei 15 bani \u0219i, d\u00e2ndu-i somnorosului meu individ:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u021aine, prietene; iaca 15 bani; n-am 12 potrivi\u021bi. Trei bani r\u0103m\u00e2n ca pl\u0103ti\u021bi pentru un picior \u0219i jum\u0103tate de vit\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd m-oi \u00eentoarce.<\/p>\n
Lucrul se p\u0103ru de tot firesc omului meu care, ab\u0103t\u00e2nd cu o veche obi\u0219nuin\u021b\u0103 clapa degetelor peste bie\u021bii mei gologani, \u00eei \u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103 iute \u00een fundul ruginit al palmei sale \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 nici o ceremonie sau “drum bun”, \u00eemi \u00eentoarse spatele, intr\u0103 \u00een culcu\u0219ul s\u0103u \u0219i trase dup\u0103 sine, cu zgomot hodorogit, u\u0219a de sc\u00e2nduri uscate a cotene\u021bii sale. Eu d\u0103dui c\u0103lc\u00e2ie Pisicu\u021bei \u0219i-mi c\u0103utai de drum.<\/p>\n
\u0218i fiindc\u0103 ideile mari au la r\u0103d\u0103cina lor, mai totdeauna, lucruri mici:<\/p>\n
“Ce nesocotin\u021b\u0103, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam eu foarte serios, pe capul c\u00e2rmuitorilor no\u0219tri!… De le venea lor \u00een minte s\u0103 a\u0219eze biruri nu numai pe c\u00e2te capete, ci, mai cu seam\u0103, pe c\u00e2te picioare de vit\u0103 sunt \u00een \u021bara aceasta, ce nesecate izvoare de aur ar fi mai curs \u00een vistieriile largi ale scumpei noastre patrii!…”<\/p>\n
\u0218i, leg\u0103nat, cu desagi cu tot, ca o limb\u0103 de ceasornic, de eterna gebea a Pisicu\u021bei, scurtam \u00eencet \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 \u021bint\u0103 drumul c\u0103tre necunoscut… Iar de prin \u00eendoiturile posomor\u00e2te \u0219i ad\u00e2nci ale imensului amfiteatru alb\u0103striu al mun\u021bilor din dreapta, negurile albe se ridicaser\u0103 \u0219i se mistuiser\u0103 \u00een v\u0103zduh \u0219i, \u00een locul lor, o nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 \u0219i sub\u021bire re\u021bea viorie de aburi auri\u021bi se a\u0219ternuse peste marea fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat\u0103, parc\u0103 de valuri, a br\u0103detului negru-verde, ce umplea cercul vederii, de jos de la p\u0103m\u00e2nt p\u00e2n\u0103 la hotarele senine din \u00eenaltul cerului… Din vale \u0219i de pe st\u00e2nga se furi\u0219au p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine sclipirile scurte \u0219i fug\u0103toare ale Bistri\u021bei, ce luneca gr\u0103bit\u0103, c\u00e2nd r\u0103sf\u0103\u021b\u00e2ndu-\u0219i goliciunea sub razele, acum iu\u021bi, ale soarelui, c\u00e2nd arunc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i peste umeri haina \u021besut\u0103 din umbra tainic\u0103 a luncilor tinere de s\u0103lcii \u0219i de arini.<\/p>\n
Mersesem trei ceasuri f\u0103r\u0103 oprire \u0219i at\u00e2t eu c\u00e2t \u0219i Pisicu\u021ba sim\u021beam nevoie de odihn\u0103. \u0218i fiindc\u0103 Pisicu\u021ba, iubitoare de singur\u0103tate ca \u0219i mine, descoperise sau alesese, poate \u00eenadins, un drum, pe marginea c\u0103ruia nici cas\u0103, nici cr\u00e2\u0219m\u0103 nu se pomenea, m\u0103 hot\u0103r\u00e2i a petrece ceasurile de ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103 ale zilei \u0219i a-mi face popasul obi\u0219nuit \u00een nenum\u0103ratele ad\u0103posturi de umbr\u0103 verde \u0219i t\u0103inuit\u0103, pe care singuraticele \u00eemprejurimi mi le puneau la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103. C\u00e2rnii la st\u00e2nga \u0219i scobor\u00e2i \u00een umbra ad\u00e2nc\u0103 a unei tinere lunci de arini de pe malul Bistri\u021bei.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o poian\u0103 mic\u0103 a\u0219ternut\u0103 cu o iarb\u0103 scurt\u0103, deas\u0103 \u0219i de-un verde ginga\u0219 \u0219i parc\u0103 anume s\u0103pat\u0103 \u00een semicerc \u00een desi\u0219ul arinilor, deasupra \u0219i pe marginea \u00eenalt\u0103 a malului Bistri\u021bei, \u00eemi a\u0219ezai conacul meu de zi. Desching\u0103i tafturii Pisicu\u021bei \u0219i-i luai povara din spate; iar p\u00e2n\u0103 ce s\u0103 a\u0219ez eu \u0219aua \u0219i desagii la r\u0103d\u0103cina unui arin, Pisicu\u021ba \u0219i lu\u0103 o baie de spate \u0219i de coaste \u00een iarba verde \u0219i r\u0103coroas\u0103 a poienii; se scul\u0103 iute, se scutur\u0103 plin\u0103 de mul\u021bumire \u0219i, v\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-\u0219i botu-i negru \u0219i fin \u00een iarba fraged\u0103, \u00eencepu a pa\u0219te. \u0218i fiindc\u0103 pildele bune trebuiesc urmate, \u00eemi lep\u0103dai \u0219i eu hainele, m\u0103 v\u00e2r\u00e2i \u00een ap\u0103 \u0219i, apoi, fiindc\u0103 din anumite \u00eemprejur\u0103ri, nu puteam \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219i cu Pisicu\u021ba fragedul ei pr\u00e2nz, desf\u0103cui desagii \u0219i m\u0103 pusei \u00een cale s\u0103-mi st\u00e2mp\u0103r \u0219i eu foamea care, dup\u0103 baie mai ales, \u00eencepuse a deveni ne\u00eendurat\u0103. B\u0103gai de seam\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103 desagii mei suferiser\u0103 o infrac\u021biune, dar c\u0103 ho\u021bul, \u00een loc s\u0103 ieie, pusese ceva. Astfel, g\u0103sii \u00eenl\u0103untru un mare pachet cu \u00eengrijire f\u0103cut \u0219i frumos legat, deasupra c\u0103ruia sta scris ca moto: “poft\u0103 bun\u0103”. \u00cen pachet, pui frip\u021bi, ou\u0103 r\u0103scoapte, pr\u0103jituri, p\u00e2ini\u0219oare mici \u0219i rotunde de cas\u0103, mere domne\u0219ti… Dintre mere, unul singur era \u00eenvelit frumos \u00eentr-o h\u00e2rtie ro\u0219ie, sub\u021bire, \u0219i legat cruci\u0219 cu o \u00eengust\u0103 cordea aurie, \u00eentocmit\u0103 deasupra \u00eentr-un mic \u0219i foarte me\u0219te\u0219ugit fiong.<\/p>\n
“A\u0219 prinde r\u0103m\u0103\u0219ag, \u00eemi zisei \u00een g\u00e2nd, c\u0103 acest m\u0103r e pus de diavolul de Magda!”<\/p>\n
\u0218i nu m\u0103 \u00een\u0219elai; c\u00e2nd dezlegai cordeaua \u0219i desf\u0103cui \u00eenvelitoarea, g\u0103sii \u00eenl\u0103untru un mic \u0219i cochet p\u0103trat de h\u00e2rtie alb\u0103, pe care sta scris: “de la Magda”…<\/p>\n
“Hot\u0103r\u00e2t, \u00eemi zisei eu, c\u0103 acest diavol de Magda nu m\u0103 sl\u0103be\u0219te nici \u00een lumea aceasta…”<\/p>\n
\u0218i mu\u0219cai cu furie din m\u0103r… Iar din lumea aceasta, mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103 aud pe Magda \u021bip\u00e2nd tocmai din lumea cealalt\u0103.<\/p>\n
De c\u00e2te ori \u00eenchipuirea nu \u00eentrupeaz\u0103 n\u0103lucirile de\u0219erte ale sufletului!…<\/p>\n
\u0218i nu \u0219tiu pentru ce, cum m\u00e2ncam eu ou\u0103le r\u0103scoapte, mi se p\u0103reau c\u0103-s moi \u0219i c\u0103utam, prin urmare, s\u0103 ies la cap\u0103t cu ele dup\u0103 metoda analitic\u0103 a dlui Georges; cu v\u00e2rful a dou\u0103 degete desf\u0103ceam foarte artistic de pe ciolane carnea de pui frip\u021bi, iar ciolanele, \u00een mod incon\u0219tient, le \u00een\u0219iram pe iarb\u0103, ca pe marginea unei farfurii; t\u0103iam foarte elegant m\u0103rul \u00een patru felii \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219i mai elegant despoiam feliile de coaj\u0103; ba, fu un moment c\u00e2nd mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103 miros a piele ruseasc\u0103, c\u0103 v\u00e2rfurile muste\u021bilor mi se suiser\u0103 deasupra n\u0103rilor \u0219i c\u0103, \u00een locul s\u0103lbaticului meu p\u0103r, mi se \u00eentinsese pe cre\u0219tet luciul pustiu \u0219i gol al cheliei. \u00cempinsei \u0219i zv\u00e2rlii \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile \u0219i din toate puterile, cu m\u00e2inile \u0219i picioarele, coji de ou\u0103, coji de mere, ciolane de pui; ba, cu o \u00eendem\u00e2nare c\u0103p\u0103tat\u0103 de copil, mi se pare c\u0103 trimisei, cu v\u00e2rful ciubotei, tocmai \u00een mijlocul Bistri\u021bei, vreo dou\u0103 pr\u0103jituri \u0219i vreo c\u00e2teva p\u00e2ini\u0219oare pentru pe\u0219tii care, din fundul apei, holbau, poate fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi, ochii la mine… Oricum, m\u00e2ncai, m\u0103 s\u0103turai, \u0219i, mai presus de toate, r\u0103m\u0103sei cu \u00eencredin\u021barea c\u0103, a\u0219a cum m\u0103 g\u0103seam, eram totu\u0219i destoinic de cea mai aleas\u0103 \u0219i mai \u00eenalt\u0103 educa\u021bie…<\/p>\n
“\u0218i, cu toate acestea, de c\u00e2te ori, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam eu leg\u00e2nd desagii la gur\u0103, de c\u00e2te ori biata maic\u0103-mea, D-zeu s-o ierte, nu m-a plesnit cu lingura \u0219i cu furculi\u021ba peste m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i peste gur\u0103!”<\/p>\n
Ca chestie de prevedere, priponii pe Pisicu\u021ba de r\u0103d\u0103cina unui arin; la tulpina altuia, \u00eemi a\u0219ezai desagii drept pern\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urai \u00een mantaua mea imens\u0103, \u00eemi \u00eendesai p\u0103l\u0103ria peste urechi \u0219i m\u0103 lungii perpendicular pe cursul Bistri\u021bei… E a\u0219a de dulce s\u0103 chemi somnul \u00een murmurul apelor, \u00een r\u0103coarea verde a luncilor, sub m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile moi ale v\u00e2nturilor!… \u0218i totdeauna m-am mirat cum de n-a tr\u0103snit prin minte nici unui rege sau \u00eemp\u0103rat s\u0103 cerceteze cam unde s-ar putea g\u0103si cheia tuturor fericirilor!?… Ce frumos ar fi \u00eenlocuit ei atunci coroanele lor de nestemate cu o larg\u0103 \u0219i neagr\u0103 p\u0103l\u0103rie colb\u0103it\u0103; ce lin n-ar fi str\u0103b\u0103tut ei poate la gebea pe spatele vreunei Pisicu\u021be meleagurile pustii ale bunului D-zeu, cu c\u00e2t\u0103 d\u0103rnicie nu le-ar fi pus d\u0103t\u0103torul de toate, la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103, ciupercile mun\u021bilor \u0219i apa limpede a p\u00e2raielor; ce dulce nu s-ar fi leg\u0103nat ei \u00een visuri fericite cu capul pe bolovani sau pe desagi; ce saltele moi de iarb\u0103 verde nu \u0219i-ar fi a\u0219ternut ei spre odihn\u0103!… Dec\u00e2t vezi! c\u00e2nd te umfl\u0103 prostia \u00een spate, las’ pe ea, c\u0103 te suie p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i pe treptele cele mai de sus ale c\u00e2rmuirii popoarelor!…<\/p>\n
\u0218i cum mijeau ochii mei p\u0103ienjeni\u021bi \u0219i pe jum\u0103tate acoperi\u021bi de pleoapele-mi grele de somn, mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 Bistri\u021ba curgea pe sub marginea r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt\u0103 a p\u0103l\u0103riei mele \u0219i, curg\u00e2nd, mi se p\u0103rea, \u00een fantasmagoria dintre vis \u0219i aievea, c\u0103 m\u0103 t\u00e2r\u0103\u0219te, cu mal cu tot, pe cursul ei la vale… “O! dac-a\u0219 \u0219ti c\u0103 un destin Spre-acela\u0219i \u021bel ne m\u00e2n\u0103, M-a\u0219 arunca-n al vostru s\u00e2n \u0218-am merge \u00eempreun\u0103…”<\/p>\n
Cugetam eu cu privirea a\u021bipit\u0103 pe lunecarea gr\u0103bit\u0103 a undelor ei \u0219i cump\u0103nindu-m\u0103 pe hotarele dintre somn \u0219i trezie.<\/p>\n
Pleoapele-mi c\u0103zur\u0103 grele peste ochi ca o perdea neagr\u0103 cu flori de lumin\u0103 trandafirie… adormii.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m\u0103 de\u0219teptai, soarele p\u0103\u0219ise de mult peste meridian\u0103 \u0219i umbrele luncii, \u00eempinse de lumina razelor lui, \u00eenaintau, lunginduse, \u00eencet spre r\u0103s\u0103rit; c\u0103ldura zilei era cov\u00e2r\u0219itoare \u0219i nu \u00eendr\u0103znii s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc r\u0103corosul meu ad\u0103post de umbr\u0103 \u0219i verdea\u021b\u0103; cel mult dac\u0103, am\u00e2ndoi, eu \u0219i Pisicu\u021ba, ne desf\u0103tar\u0103m ca doi ferici\u021bi, mai bine de o jum\u0103tate de ceas, \u00een undele alb\u0103strii de cristal rece \u0219i curg\u0103tor ale Bistri\u021bei; iar \u00een timp ce eu, dup\u0103 baie, u\u0219uram desagii de ultimele merinde, Pisicu\u021ba scotocea \u0219i ea, pe ici pe colea, iarba r\u0103mas\u0103 prin \u00eendoiturile mai ad\u00e2ncate \u0219i mai umede ale poienii. C\u00e2nd soarele fu la trei p\u0103r\u021bi din drumul s\u0103u pe ceruri \u0219i sta s\u0103 cump\u0103neasc\u0103 dincolo de piscurile dep\u0103rtate \u0219i viorii ale Mun\u021bilor Calului, aruncai \u0219aua \u0219i desagii pe spatele Pisicu\u021bei, \u00eenc\u0103lecai, suii d\u00e2mbul \u0219i apucai drumul de coast\u0103, ce taie spre miaz\u0103zi.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiu cum vor fi al\u021bii; c\u00e2t despre mine, \u0219tiu at\u00e2ta, c\u0103 pierd m\u0103sura timpului, de \u00eendat\u0103 ce r\u0103m\u00e2n pe voia slobod\u0103 a pornirilor mele de s\u0103lbatic, c\u00e2nd, adic\u0103, biruit de dragostea ne\u00eenfr\u00e2nat\u0103 a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii, \u00eemi \u0219terg urma dintre oameni \u0219i m\u0103 mistui, sub \u00eemboldirile ei, \u00een necunoscutul larg al naturii, ca o frunz\u0103 m\u00e2nat\u0103 de nestatornicia v\u00e2nturilor. \u0218i soarele poate prea bine tivi cu aur marginile rupte ale nourilor, ce se \u00eentind \u00een f\u00e2\u0219ii lungi deasupra apusului s\u0103u; poate prea lesne st\u0103p\u00e2nitorul zilei s\u0103 dispar\u0103 \u00een noianul de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, ce se aprinde pe hotarele dintre amurgul nostru \u0219i aurora altor lumi; umbrele se pot ridica din ad\u00e2ncuri \u0219i pot arunca lin\u021boliul lor mohor\u00e2t peste z\u0103rile f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it ale r\u0103s\u0103ritului; chiar v\u00e2rful p\u0103l\u0103riei mele, suit pe picioarele de umbr\u0103 de\u0219irat\u0103 ale Pisicu\u021bei, \u00ee\u0219i poate trimite chipul s\u0103u bo\u021bit din \u021bara apusului, plin\u0103 de \u00eentuneric, tocmai \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bia trandafirie \u0219i dep\u0103rtat\u0103 a zorilor… F\u0103ptuitorul a toate \u00ee\u0219i poate, mult \u0219i bine, \u00eenv\u00e2rti ca o sf\u00e2rleaz\u0103 \u00eentre degete universul s\u0103u \u00eentreg \u00een golul orb al ad\u00e2ncurilor, toate se pot… Sufletul meu singur nu e \u00een stare s\u0103 aud\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 priceap\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul fantasmagoric, cu care timpul \u00eentoarce, din fundul ve\u0219niciei, cheia colosal\u0103 \u0219i ruginit\u0103 a F\u0103ptuirii… Iat\u0103 pentru ce, cum mergeam eu pe spatele Pisicu\u021bei ca un sac umplut cu g\u00e2nduri, nu prinsei de veste nici c\u00e2nd soarele scobor\u00e2se treptele v\u0103zduhului spre lumea cealalt\u0103, nici c\u00e2nd mun\u021bii de pe dreapta m\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntaser\u0103 \u00een umbra lor posomor\u00e2t\u0103, nici c\u00e2nd luceaf\u0103rul de sear\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u021bintuise \u00een negrul alb\u0103striu al cerului chipul s\u0103u viu de lumin\u0103 sc\u00e2nteietoare, nici c\u00e2nd “regina nop\u021bii moart\u0103” pe n\u0103s\u0103lie de nouri albi \u00eencepuse a pluti pe c\u0103ile de\u0219erte ale umbrelor \u00eenalte… M\u0103 oprii \u00een drum \u0219i c\u0103utai \u00eemprejur… t\u0103cere, noapte \u0219i pustiu… Cel mult, dac\u0103 de prin cositur\u0103 c\u00e2te un greier rar mai \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2ia a noapte \u0219i a t\u00e2rziu… Totu\u0219i, mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103, de pe dreapta, str\u0103bate, din desimea neagr\u0103 a p\u0103durilor, p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine, p\u00e2lp\u00e2itul dep\u0103rtat \u0219i ro\u0219iatic al unei fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u00eenghi\u021bite \u00een r\u0103stimpuri de \u00eentunericul des al nop\u021bii… \u00centr-acolo f\u0103cui din fr\u00e2u Pisicu\u021bei chip s\u0103 apuce, \u0219i \u00eentr-acolo apuc\u0103 \u0219i ea. Dup\u0103 pu\u021bin, izbutii s\u0103 ies pe pip\u0103ite din desi\u0219ul \u00eenc\u00e2lcit al p\u0103durii \u00een lumini\u0219ul unei poieni, \u00een care, pe c\u00e2t putui deocamdat\u0103 deosebi din dep\u0103rtare, trei oameni treb\u0103luiau nu \u0219tiu ce \u00eemprejurul unui foc; un c\u00e2ine se \u00eens\u0103rcina s\u0103-mi vesteasc\u0103 sosirea \u0219i, scul\u00e2ndu-se iute de unde st\u0103tea \u2014 se vede \u2014 lungit, se repezi, l\u0103tr\u00e2nd furios, \u00eenaintea Pisicu\u021bei \u0219i n\u0103zui s-o apuce de bot; dar Pisicu\u021ba ridic\u0103 capul \u0219i c\u00e2inele mu\u0219c\u0103 aerul; \u00eencerc\u0103 s-o atace pe la spate, dar o copit\u0103 cu m\u0103iestrie \u0219i la timp \u00eendreptat\u0103 \u00eempotriva \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2natului du\u0219man \u00eel f\u0103cu s\u0103 se rostogoleasc\u0103 schiol\u0103l\u0103ind, \u0219i cu aceasta s\u0103 \u00eenceteze \u0219i ostilit\u0103\u021bile. Eram acum l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc \u0219i l\u00e2ng\u0103 oameni, care se preg\u0103teau poate s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u00een ajutorul c\u00e2inelui lor.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103 vremea, oameni buni, zisei desc\u0103lec\u00e2nd \u0219i adres\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00eendeosebi unui mo\u0219neag lung, verde \u0219i drept, care, st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare, scurgea dintr-un ceaun apa clocotit\u0103, \u00een care fersese ni\u0219te drele \u0219i ni\u0219te urechiu\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumim d-voastr\u0103, r\u0103spunse el scurt, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 a m\u0103 privi \u0219i rostogolind \u00eentr-o mare strachin\u0103 de lut drelele \u0219i urechiu\u0219ile fierte, din care ie\u0219eau aburi fierbin\u021bi. Na, m\u0103i Ghi\u021b\u0103, \u0219i ia vezi \u0219i tu de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103, zise el, d\u00e2nd ceaunul unuia dintre fl\u0103c\u0103uani. \u0218i tu, m\u0103i \u021a\u00e2lic\u0103, ia mai \u00eenchipuie ni\u0219te usc\u0103turi pentru noapte.<\/p>\n
\u0218i p\u00e2n\u0103 ce Ghi\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 a\u0219eze ceaunul de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 pe cap\u0103tul unei cujbe, \u00eentr-o baie de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce \u021a\u00e2lic\u0103 s\u0103 vin\u0103 t\u00e2r\u00e2nd dup\u0103 el o \u00eentreag\u0103 p\u0103dure de vreascuri \u0219i de usc\u0103turi, eu luai \u0219aua \u0219i desagii din spatele Pisicu\u021bei \u0219i o priponii de un \u021b\u0103ru\u0219, mai deoparte \u00een largul poienii.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iaca a\u0219a, mo\u0219ule, zisei eu, venind l\u00e2ng\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n, cu voie, f\u0103r\u0103 voie, dar pentru noaptea asta o s\u0103 fiu musafirul d-tale.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Voia la d-voastr\u0103, domni\u0219orule, r\u0103spunse mo\u0219neagul, sco\u021b\u00e2nd din ni\u0219te desagi, ce st\u0103teau mai deoparte, o c\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2n\u0103 de usturoi \u0219i preg\u0103tindu-se a-i ucide c\u0103\u021beii \u00eentr-o sc\u0103fi\u021b\u0103 de lemn, cu o piatr\u0103 lung\u0103rea\u021b\u0103, groas\u0103 \u0219i rotund\u0103 ca un pisoi. Dar, dac\u0103 nu vi-i cu sup\u0103rare, \u00eencotro merge\u021bi d-voastr\u0103 la vremea asta \u0219i pe locurile aistea, domni\u0219orule?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Drept s\u0103-\u021bi spun, mo\u0219ule, a\u0219 putea s\u0103-\u021bi spun de unde viu, dar unde m\u0103 duc mai bine ai putea s\u0103 \u0219tii d-ta sau Cel-de-Sus.<\/p>\n
Mo\u0219neagul se opri un moment din cur\u0103\u021bit c\u0103\u021beii de usturoi \u0219i m\u0103 privi nedumerit, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi r\u0103spund\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi adres\u00e2ndu-se lui Ghi\u021b\u0103:
\n\u2014 Ia vezi, m\u0103i Ghi\u021b\u0103, de cea m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 \u0219i-o f\u0103 mai mare; \u0219i tu, m\u0103i \u021a\u00e2lic\u0103, ia vezi de vreo dou\u0103 brazde mai zv\u00e2ntate s\u0103 facem un a\u0219ternut pentru dumnealui.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, mo\u0219ule, mul\u021bumesc; o s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219esc \u0219i cina \u0219i o s\u0103 dorm \u0219i pe a\u0219ternutul d-tale; dar, dac\u0103 nu te superi, ai putea s\u0103-mi spui cum te cheam\u0103 \u0219i de unde e\u0219ti?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, domni\u0219orule, noi suntem tocmai de pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 Or\u0103\u0219a \u0219i mie-mi zic Alisandru Co\u0219oflea\u021b\u0103. Am venit aici dup\u0103 oleac\u0103 de iarb\u0103 pentru viti\u0219oarele noastre, c\u0103 pe la noi nu s-a prea f\u0103cut vara asta, \u0219i-i scump\u0103 de tot.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i fl\u0103c\u0103uanii sunt b\u0103ie\u021bii d-tale?
\n\u2014 Ai no\u0219tri, domni\u0219orule, \u0219i mai sunt acas\u0103 vreo cinci mai m\u0103run\u021bei!…<\/p>\n
\u2014 S\u0103-\u021bi tr\u0103iasc\u0103, mo\u0219ule; d-apoi \u0219tii c\u0103 te \u021bii bine? Ai \u0219i mai m\u0103run\u021bei?…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi d\u0103, dac\u0103 d\u0103 D-zeu, ce s\u0103 facem?
\n\u2014 D-zeu \u0219tie ce face, mo\u0219ule, d\u0103 cui trebuie \u0219i cui poate.
\n\u2014 A hi, domni\u0219orule, r\u0103spunse mo\u0219neagul, muncindu-se \u0219i izbutind, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 ucid\u0103 cu pisoiul un c\u0103\u021bel mai \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic de usturoi. \u0218-apoi toate ar hi cum ar hi, dar ne m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 angaralele, c\u0103 tare s-o mai \u00eenmul\u021bit de la o vreme \u00eencoace. \u00cei greu de tot, domni\u0219orule, \u00eencotro te \u00eentorci.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce s\u0103 faci, mo\u0219ule? La lume sub\u021bire, nevoi multe.
\n\u2014 C-apoi bat-o pustia de lume, c\u0103 tot mai bine era mai de demult.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cine zice altfel, mo\u0219ule? dec\u00e2t, vezi d-ta, roata lumii se \u00eenv\u00e2rte\u0219te, \u0219i noi cu d\u00e2nsa.<\/p>\n
\u2014 He, hei! domni\u0219orule, bine-ar fi dac\u0103 s-ar \u00eenv\u00e2rti; da, vezi d-ta, c\u0103 nu se \u00eenv\u00e2rte\u0219te, o-mpiedicat-o nu \u0219tiu cine \u0219i merge de-a s\u0103niu\u0219ul: cei de deasupra, tot deasupra, \u0219i cei dedesubt, tot dedesubt, r\u0103spunse mo\u0219neagul aduc\u00e2nd pe fundul sc\u0103fi\u021bei usturoiul ce se ridicase, la pisat, pe marginile ei. \u0218-apoi bat-o \u00eentunericul de roat\u0103, zise el scul\u00e2ndu-se de jos, c\u0103 prea te curm\u0103-n dou\u0103 c\u00e2nd te-apuc\u0103 dedesubt… Da, de… Se vede c\u0103 ce-a or\u00e2nduit D-zeu minte de om nu poate s\u0103 desfac\u0103, \u00eencheie mo\u0219neagul lu\u00e2nd cu degetul din usturoi \u0219i gust\u00e2ndu-l de s\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
Pe fundul de lumin\u0103, se desprinde din noapte \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219area zburlit\u0103 a unei c\u0103pi\u021be de f\u00e2n, ce p\u0103rea c\u0103 merge singur\u0103. C\u00e2nd c\u0103pi\u021ba sosi l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi \u0219i se rostogoli mai la o parte, \u021a\u00e2lic\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ri de sub d\u00e2nsa \u00een picioare, cu p\u0103l\u0103ria turtit\u0103 \u0219i plin de paie de sus p\u00e2n\u0103 jos. Ghi\u021b\u0103, cu pieptul desf\u0103cut \u0219i ro\u0219, cu fa\u021ba dogorit\u0103 \u0219i asudat\u0103 de c\u0103ldura focului, r\u0103sturn\u0103 \u0219i el, pe o n\u0103fram\u0103 alb\u0103, din ceaunul negru, o mare \u0219i fierbinte m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 oache\u0219\u0103. Mo\u0219neagul se trase mai deoparte, \u00ee\u0219i sp\u0103l\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u0219i le \u0219terse de poala c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii, apoi, descoperindu-\u0219i capul, se \u00eendrept\u0103 cu fa\u021ba spre r\u0103s\u0103rit, r\u0103mase un minut \u00een picioare \u0219i neclintit, \u00een b\u0103taia mi\u0219c\u0103toare \u0219i ro\u0219iatic\u0103 a focului, \u0219opti ceva din buze, \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cu trei cruci smerite \u0219i mari \u0219i, lu\u00e2nd strachina cu drele \u0219i urechiu\u0219i \u0219i sc\u0103fi\u021ba cu usturoi, veni de se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe iarb\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 n\u0103frama cu m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103. Fl\u0103c\u0103uanii se a\u0219ezar\u0103 \u0219i ei \u00eemprejur, cu p\u0103l\u0103riile pe cap, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se spele, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 cruce…<\/p>\n
\u0218i-mi trecu, \u00een o singur\u0103 clip\u0103, pe dinaintea min\u021bii ad\u00e2nca prefacere \u0219i nestatornicie a lucrurilor…<\/p>\n
“Progres… regres…” cugetam eu pi\u0219c\u00e2nd din m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103ut\u00e2nd loc \u0219i pentru dou\u0103 degete ale mele printre cele vreo cincisprezece, spre a muia \u0219i eu o urechiu\u0219\u0103 \u00een mojdeiul prea s\u0103rat din fundul sc\u0103fi\u021bei…<\/p>\n
Oricum, dar Ghi\u021b\u0103, mai ales, avea ceea ce s-ar putea numi, \u00een unele \u00eemprejur\u0103ri, “pitorescul m\u00e2nc\u0103rii”. Cele patru degete \u021bapene ale dreptei sale, ab\u0103tute \u0219i mai \u021bap\u0103n \u00een jos pe podul palmei, se \u00eenfigeau cu \u00eendem\u00e2narea unei vechi obi\u0219nuin\u021be \u0219i, ca un h\u00e2rle\u021b viu, numai at\u00e2ta surpau din malul m\u0103m\u0103ligii, c\u00e2t era de nevoie ca s\u0103 alc\u0103tuiasc\u0103 din d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103tur\u0103, cu tiparul palmei, un g\u0103l\u0103tu\u0219 lung \u0219i rotund \u0219i destul de gros, pe care, \u00eenso\u021bindu-l de c\u00e2teva drele sau urechiu\u0219i muiate \u00een mojdei, \u00eel arunca, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i v\u00e2nt, \u00een pustiul gurii sale, unde fiin\u021ba lui se mistuia f\u0103r\u0103 de urm\u0103… Cel mult dac\u0103 pere\u021bii g\u00e2tului se \u00eentindeau \u00eenainte \u0219i se fereau \u00een l\u0103turi din cale-i, spre a-i deschide drum mai larg spre p\u00e2ntecele ad\u00e2nc al lui Ghi\u021b\u0103. \u0218i dac\u0103 ochii lui Ghi\u021b\u0103 l\u0103crimau sub ap\u0103sarea, \u0219i dac\u0103 fa\u021ba lui Ghi\u021b\u0103 se \u00eenro\u0219ea sub truda \u00eenghi\u021bitului, toate aceste nu puteau fi socotite dec\u00e2t ca dovada unei lupte voinice\u0219ti dintre Ghi\u021b\u0103 \u0219i g\u0103l\u0103tu\u0219; iar un gog\u00e2l\u021b \u00een\u0103du\u0219it \u0219i la r\u0103stimpuri deopotriv\u0103 de scurte era singura \u00een\u0219tiin\u021bare c\u0103 str\u00e2mturile g\u00e2tului au fost biruite…<\/p>\n
Rupsei o bucat\u0103 de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 \u0219-o aruncai c\u00e2inelui, care st\u0103tea pe labe, mai departe.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Na, m\u0103i T\u0103rcu\u0219, \u0219i vezi de te \u00eempac\u0103 \u0219i tu cu Pisicu\u021ba. Cine-i de vin\u0103, dac\u0103 tu vrei numaidec\u00e2t s-o s\u0103ru\u021bi pe bot?<\/p>\n
C\u00e2inele se uit\u0103 \u021bint\u0103 la mine, st\u0103tu pu\u021bin pe g\u00e2nduri, apoi lu\u0103 bini\u0219or m\u0103m\u0103liga \u0219i se duse cu ea mai \u00een umbr\u0103 sub poala p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n
Iar c\u00e2nd fl\u0103c\u0103uanii \u0219i mo\u0219neagul, fiecare \u00eenvelit \u00een sumanul s\u0103u, se lungir\u0103, spre odihn\u0103, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc, m\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urai \u0219i eu \u00een mantaua mea \u0219i, cu capul pe desagi, m\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntai, spre acela\u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00een c\u0103pi\u021ba de f\u00e2n, dar mai la o parte din b\u0103taia focului. \u0218i cred c\u0103 saltelele biblice ale regelui Solomon nu erau nici mai moi, nici mai mirositoare dec\u00e2t a\u0219ternutul meu de iarb\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103ls\u0103mat\u0103 \u0219i cosit\u0103 din ajun. \u0218i dac\u0103 \u00een\u021beleptul rege \u00ee\u0219i odihnea privirea lui molatic\u0103 pe chipul aievea \u0219i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ios al oache\u0219ei regine din Saba, de ce adic\u0103 visurile mele s\u0103 nu fi fost \u0219i ele \u00eenfiorite de chipuri tot a\u0219a de dulci \u0219i tot a\u0219a de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ioase \u0219i de oache\u0219e ca \u0219i acel al tinerei regine din \u021bara fericit\u0103 a miresmelor?<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m\u0103 de\u0219teptai, v\u00e2rfurile \u00eenalte \u0219i ascu\u021bite ale brazilor dimprejur r\u0103s\u0103reau din umbr\u0103 \u0219i, ca ni\u0219te s\u0103ge\u021bi neclintite de aur, spintecau v\u0103zduhul limpede… Soarele se ivise de mult pe ceruri. M\u0103 uitai \u00eemprejur, mo\u0219neagul \u0219i fl\u0103c\u0103uanii, nic\u0103ieri… C\u00e2nd m\u0103 sculai, \u00eei z\u0103rii pe tustrei cosind \u00een fundul de la deal al poienii, mo\u0219neagul \u00een frunte \u0219i b\u0103ietanii dup\u0103 el. Pusei \u0219aua, \u00eenc\u0103lecai \u0219i m\u0103 ab\u0103tui pe la cosa\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103 diminea\u021ba, mo\u0219ule, \u0219i noroc bun! strigai eu de departe c\u0103tre mo\u0219neag.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumim d-voastr\u0103, domni\u0219orule! r\u0103spunse el cu glas a\u0219ezat \u0219i destul de ridicat ca s\u0103-l pot auzi.<\/p>\n
\u0218i p\u00e2n\u0103 ce s\u0103 m\u0103 apropii eu, mo\u0219neagul \u00eenfipse copor\u00e2ia \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, scoase cutea din tioc \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103-\u0219i ascut\u0103 coasa pe palm\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tot alba la roat\u0103, mo\u0219ule, tot? zisei eu c\u00e2nd fui l\u00e2ng\u0103 mo\u0219neag.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, d\u0103, domni\u0219orule, m\u00e2njii la pra\u0219tie, p\u00e2n’ s-or mai da \u0219i ei la ham; a\u0219a a l\u0103sat D-zeu, r\u0103spunse el v\u00e2r\u00e2nd cutea \u00een tioc, or s\u0103 ajung\u0103 ei \u0219i la roate, n-aib\u0103 grij\u0103!…<\/p>\n
\u0218i scuip\u00e2nd \u00een palme, se preg\u0103tea s\u0103 v\u00e2re coasa \u00een iarb\u0103. Scosei din pung\u0103 ni\u0219te bani.
\n\u2014 \u021aine, mo\u0219ule, zisei eu d\u00e2ndu-i mo\u0219neagului, de cumva \u021bi s-a rupe coasa, s\u0103-\u021bi cumperi alta nou\u0103. \u0218i acuma te rog s\u0103-mi ar\u0103\u021bi prin p\u0103dure vreo potec\u0103 de picior, pe unde a\u0219 putea merge c\u0103lare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da unde vre\u021bi s\u0103 merge\u021bi, domni\u0219orule?
\n\u2014 \u021ai-am spus, mo\u0219ule, c\u0103 \u0219tiu de unde vin, dar unde m\u0103 duc mai nu \u0219tiu \u0219i nici prea vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu; vorba e s\u0103 m\u0103 duc.<\/p>\n
De ast\u0103 dat\u0103 mo\u0219neagul se uit\u0103 cu tot dinadinsul \u021bint\u0103 la mine \u0219i m\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103 din cap p\u00e2n-\u00een picioare, cu Pisicu\u021b\u0103 cu tot.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, d\u0103, domni\u0219orule, dac\u0103-i a\u0219a, uite, apuc\u0103 \u0219i d-ta pe poteca asta la deal; dac\u0103 nu-i r\u0103t\u0103ci, ai s\u0103 ie\u0219i la schit.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-mi arat\u0103 spre deal gura str\u00e2mt\u0103 a unei poteci, ce se deschidea \u00een desi\u0219ul p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne\u021bi s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i \u0219i cu bine, oameni buni, zisei eu d\u00e2nd c\u0103lc\u00e2ie Pisicu\u021bei la deal.<\/p>\n
\u2014 S\u0103 merge\u021bi s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i, domni\u0219orule, cu bine, r\u0103spunser\u0103 tustrei \u00eentr-un glas.<\/p>\n
\u0218i intrai pe sub poala p\u0103durii \u00een gura potecii. “Dac\u0103 nu-i r\u0103t\u0103ci, ai s\u0103 ie\u0219i la schit”… Aceste vorbe ale mo\u0219neagului \u00eemi r\u0103sunau \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een urechi… Vas\u0103zic\u0103 mai \u00eent\u00e2i, puteam r\u0103t\u0103ci, \u0219i al doilea, prin \u00eemprejurimi se afla un schit; cu alte cuvinte, una rea \u0219i una bun\u0103… Dec\u00e2t, r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te cineva c\u00e2nd are o \u021bint\u0103 \u0219i, gre\u0219ind drumul, n-ajunge p\u00e2n\u0103 la ea; pentru mine deci, care mergeam la \u00eent\u00e2mplare, cuv\u00e2ntul de “r\u0103t\u0103cit” nu putea, prin urmare, s\u0103 aib\u0103 nici un \u00een\u021beles. Schitul era alt\u0103 vorb\u0103; de ajungeam p\u00e2n\u0103 la el, bine; de nu, tot bine; iat\u0103m\u0103, dar, \u00een regul\u0103 cu mine \u00eensumi, din toate punctele de vedere. \u0218i cum \u0219erpuia poteca la deal, dup\u0103 cum \u00eei venea la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103, fa\u021b\u0103 de \u00eendoiturile largi ale p\u0103m\u00e2ntului de sub d\u00e2nsa, tot a\u0219a \u0219i Pisicu\u021ba \u0219erpuia la pas, sufl\u00e2nd des \u0219i opintindu-se din greu c\u00e2nd drumul suia mai piepti\u0219. Brazii suri \u0219i neclinti\u021bi, cu trunchiuri netede \u0219i goale, se ridicau \u00eencremeni\u021bi \u0219i drep\u021bi p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimi ame\u021bitoare; iar din bolta ciuruit\u0103 de umbra neagr\u0103-verde, alc\u0103tuit\u0103 de crengile lor \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ate sus de tot, ca prin o sit\u0103 deas\u0103, se cerneau \u00een lini\u0219tea larg\u0103 a p\u0103durilor pic\u0103turi de cer albastru; \u0219i fulgi nestatornici de lumin\u0103 aurie c\u0103deau peste mine de pretutindeni. De jur-\u00eemprejur, privirea \u021bi se oprea pe fundul p\u0103durii, ca pe un zid de umbr\u0103 dep\u0103rtat; ai fi zis c\u0103 te afli sub o imens\u0103 bolt\u0103 de templu sprijinit\u0103 de mii de coloane, din \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea c\u0103reia cu greu mai str\u0103b\u0103tea \u00eenl\u0103untru lumina ogival\u0103 a cerului. Chept\u0103nu\u0219ii mici \u0219i negri cu gulere ro\u0219ii \u0219i verzi lunecau \u00een spirale t\u0103cute \u0219i iu\u021bi pe trunchiul arborilor \u00een sus; veveri\u021be negre \u0219i ro\u0219ii, cu cozi stufoase \u0219i lungi, din \u00eencheietura \u00eenalt\u0103 a unei crengi, \u00ee\u0219i cump\u0103neau zborul spre copacul dimpotriv\u0103; cioc\u0103nitori \u0219i ghionoaie cu pliscuri de o\u021bel tocau \u00een arbori \u0219i p\u0103durea larg\u0103 r\u0103suna a sec… Peste cre\u0219tetul \u00eenalt al brazilor luneca v\u00e2ntul ca un r\u00e2u nev\u0103zut \u0219i, t\u0103indu-se \u00een frunza lor ascu\u021bit\u0103, trimitea p\u00e2n\u0103-n dep\u0103rtare t\u00e2nguioase \u0219i prelungi glasuri de org\u0103. Din toate p\u0103r\u021bile t\u0103cere solemn\u0103, de pretutindeni lini\u0219te sf\u00e2nt\u0103…<\/p>\n
…\u0218i de la deal un rom\u00e2n, c-o traist\u0103-n b\u0103\u021b, scobora la vale pe poteca str\u00e2mt\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103 ziua \u0219i cale bun\u0103, prietene, zisei eu c\u00e2nd fu \u00een dreptul meu.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumim dumilorvoastre, domni\u0219orule, r\u0103spunse el uit\u00e2ndu-se cam sfios la mine.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da ce ai \u00een traist\u0103?
\n\u2014 Ia, vreo doi chitici de p\u0103str\u0103v, s\u0103 ierta\u021bi, \u00eeng\u0103im\u0103 el lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i c\u0103ciula din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i-i aduci de departe?
\n\u2014 Tocmai de pe As\u0103u, domni\u0219orule.
\n\u2014 \u0218i unde-i duci?
\n\u2014 Apoi, d\u0103, unde putem \u0219i noi; ia, mai prindem \u0219i noi c\u00e2te o para, dou\u0103, pentru cele nevoi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vas\u0103zic\u0103 \u021bi-s de v\u00e2nzare?… ia s\u0103-i v\u0103d. \u0218i rom\u00e2nul scoase din traist\u0103 vreo zece p\u0103str\u0103vi, tot unul \u0219i unul de mari.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce s\u0103-\u021bi dau pe ei? \u0218i fiindc\u0103 o manta lung\u0103 \u0219i o p\u0103l\u0103rie mare ieftine\u0219te de multe ori marfa \u00een p\u0103dure:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, d\u0103, domni\u0219orule, c\u00e2t v-a l\u0103sa inima…
\n\u2014 Nu; c\u00e2t ceri? Rom\u00e2nul se uit\u0103 lung la mine…
\n\u2014 Ia, vreun leu de parale, dac\u0103 vi-i cu voia dumilorvoastre. Scosei doi lei \u0219i-i d\u0103dui rom\u00e2nului, care r\u0103mase nedumerit.
\n\u2014 Acuma, f\u0103 cumva, te rog, \u0219i mi-i \u00een\u0219ir\u0103 pe-o smicea, ca s\u0103-i pot duce.<\/p>\n
Rom\u00e2nul scoase iute un briceag, t\u0103ie o crengu\u021b\u0103 sub\u021bire de brad, o cur\u0103\u021bi, o ascu\u021bi la un cap\u0103t \u0219i-mi \u00een\u0219ir\u0103 p\u0103str\u0103vii pe ea, v\u00e2r\u00e2ndule-o prin urechi la fiecare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, foarte mul\u021bumesc \u0219i mergi s\u0103n\u0103tos, prietene, zisei eu, d\u00e2nd c\u0103lc\u00e2ie Pisicu\u021bei la deal.<\/p>\n
\u2014 S\u0103 merge\u021bi s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i \u0219i foarte mul\u021bumim, r\u0103spunse rom\u00e2nul plec\u00e2nd la vale.<\/p>\n
\u0218i mergeam duc\u00e2ndu-mi pr\u00e2nzul \u00een\u0219irat pe nuia. C\u00e2nd soarele fu la amiaz\u0103, chibzuii un loc \u00een p\u0103dure mai la o parte \u0219i-i a\u0219ezai lag\u0103rul meu de zi. Cu prilejul acesta, m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bai c\u0103 nu eram tocmai lipsit de oarecare talente culinare… \u00eenjghebai iute un foc mare, spintecai \u0219i cur\u0103\u021bii p\u0103str\u0103vii pe din l\u0103untru, \u00eei \u00een\u0219irai pe o \u021bigl\u0103 c\u00e2t toate zilele de lung\u0103 \u0219i, \u00een mai pu\u021bin de jum\u0103tate de ceas, pr\u00e2nzul meu fu gata; scosei ni\u0219te p\u00e2ine uscat\u0103 ce mai r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00een desagi \u2014 sarea \u0219i piperul nu-mi lipseau
\n\u2014 \u0219i, peste alt\u0103 jum\u0103tate de ceas, mai lene\u0219 dec\u00e2t un dervi\u0219 \u0219i mai moale dec\u00e2t un boa-constrictor, st\u0103team lungit la umbr\u0103, cu capul pe desagi… E a\u0219a de u\u0219or s\u0103 fii fericit!… cu condi\u021bia numai ca s\u0103 nu schimbi \u00een\u021beleapta ta nebunie pe nebuna \u00een\u021belepciune a celor cumin\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Toate ca toate, dar \u00eencotro apuci c\u00e2nd poteca se desface \u00eenaintea ta ca o caracati\u021b\u0103 cu picioarele \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate pretutindeni sub desi\u0219ul p\u0103durii, \u0219i, mai cu seam\u0103, ce te faci c\u00e2nd soarele, prea gr\u0103bit parc\u0103, se pleac\u0103 la vale, dincolo de piscurile mun\u021bilor dimpotriv\u0103 \u0219i te las\u0103 \u00een voia umbrelor, care dau chioare peste tine?… M\u0103 oprii la o r\u0103sp\u00e2ntie, pe un gheb al muntelui \u0219i, dup\u0103 o scurt\u0103 chibzuire, apucai la vale, pe una din poteci, care mi se p\u0103ru mai umblat\u0103. Nu \u00eennoptase \u00eenc\u0103 de tot, c\u00e2nd \u00eent\u00e2mplarea m\u0103 scoase mai la limpezi\u0219 \u0219i norocul m\u0103 f\u0103cu s\u0103 dau peste o a\u0219ezare omeneasc\u0103, despre care nu-\u021bi puteai, deocamdat\u0103, da cu socoteala cam ce ar c\u0103uta \u0219i ce rost ar avea pe locurile acelea… O cas\u0103 mic\u0103, cu \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219are destul de curat\u0103 pe dinafar\u0103, cu prisp\u0103 pe dinainte, acoperit\u0103 cu sc\u00e2nduri, \u00eemprejmuit\u0103 cu un gard de r\u0103zlogi \u0219i, \u00een ograda str\u00e2mt\u0103, pe c\u00e2t puteai deosebi prin umbr\u0103, c\u00e2teva straturi, fie de ceap\u0103, fie de usturoi, ba \u0219i ni\u0219te tufe mai mari la o parte, care puteau prea bine s\u0103 fie de cartofi. \u0218i fiindc\u0103 dinl\u0103untru lic\u0103rea prin fereastra jum\u0103tate de sticl\u0103, jum\u0103tate de h\u00e2rtie, o lumin\u0103 slab\u0103 spre afar\u0103, desc\u0103lecai \u0219i \u00eencepui a bate cu pumnul \u00eentr-un r\u0103zlog al gardului, care se cutremur\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103sun\u0103 a sec. U\u0219a casei se deschise \u0219i, pe fundul de lumin\u0103 slab\u0103 al privazului ei, se zugr\u0103vi repede, \u00een linii de umbr\u0103, chipul m\u0103runt al unei femei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da cine-i acolo?… Cine bate? \u00eentreb\u0103 ca de departe cu un glas stins, care totu\u0219i se silea s\u0103 fie ascu\u021bit \u0219i \u00een\u021bepat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cine s\u0103 fie?… Ia eu, om bun, drag\u0103 jup\u00e2neas\u0103; am r\u0103t\u0103cit drumul \u0219i m-a apucat noaptea aici; te rog s\u0103 m\u0103 prime\u0219ti s\u0103 m\u00e2n la dumneata p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i fiindc\u0103 femeia p\u0103ru c\u0103 st\u0103 pe g\u00e2nduri:
\n\u2014 Da, ia poftim, te rog, mai \u00eencoace, ad\u0103ugai eu. Femeia veni l\u00e2ng\u0103 gardul nu tocmai nalt \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 zic\u0103 nimic, mi se uita \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 de aproape, lung \u0219i cercet\u0103tor; apoi ridic\u0103 \u00een sus un cerc de g\u00e2nj, ce \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a doi pari al\u0103tura\u021bi ai gardului de r\u0103zlogi, \u0219i \u00eempinse \u00een l\u0103turi \u0219i t\u00e2r\u00e2i\u0219 o poart\u0103 lung\u0103, tot de r\u0103zlogi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103 vremea \u0219i bine-am g\u0103sit, zisei eu intr\u00e2nd pe poart\u0103 cu Pisicu\u021ba de d\u00e2rlogi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumim d-voastr\u0103, r\u0103spunse ea d\u00e2nd poarta la loc, numai nu prea avem loc de mas, ad\u0103ug\u0103 ea venind \u00een urma mea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru oameni buni este loc, drag\u0103 jup\u00e2neas\u0103, \u0219i \u00eentr-o g\u0103oace de nuc\u0103: vorba e s\u0103 trecem noaptea cum om putea.<\/p>\n
Luai \u0219aua \u0219i desagii din spatele Pisicu\u021bei \u0219i le pusei pe prisp\u0103; iar pe ea o legai, deocamdat\u0103, de un r\u0103zlog al gardului.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd intrai \u00een cas\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bai c\u0103, \u00een adev\u0103r, loc de mas nu prea era… Toat\u0103 lungimea peretelui din fund, dac\u0103 lungime s-ar fi putut numi, era prins\u0103 de o lavi\u021b\u0103 \u00eengust\u0103, care-\u0219i ar\u0103ta pe alocurea goliciunea-i unsuroas\u0103 de sub sp\u0103rturile largi ale unui l\u0103vicer vechi, cu care, chipurile, era acoperit\u0103; dup\u0103 u\u0219\u0103 o cof\u0103 cu ap\u0103; de la marginea de deasupra a ferestrei p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eencheietura dinspre u\u0219\u0103 a peretelui, o sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 scurt\u0103, scorojit\u0103 \u0219i \u00eengust\u0103 se cump\u0103nea, \u00een chip de poli\u021b\u0103, pe dou\u0103 cuie lungi de lemn; pe poli\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2teva h\u00e2rburi vechi \u0219i afumate, iar printre h\u00e2rburi, f\u0103rm\u0103turi uscate de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 oache\u0219\u0103; \u00een col\u021bul dimpotriv\u0103 \u0219i sprijinit pe un pop de brad, se ridica un horn mic cu vatr\u0103 rece, pustie \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 cenu\u0219\u0103, iar pe vatr\u0103 clipea, mijind, un cap\u0103t de lum\u00e2nare de seu \u00eentr-un popone\u021b de lut…<\/p>\n
\u0218-at\u00e2ta tot. Iar c\u00e2nd \u00eentorsei privirea, ca s\u0103 fac mai de aproape, \u0219i la lumina popone\u021bului, catagrafia mai am\u0103nun\u021bit\u0103 a gazdei mele… m\u0103 lovi ame\u021beala… Ce voi\u021bi? M-am sim\u021bit \u00eentotdeauna r\u0103sturnat cu picioarele-n sus c\u00e2nd am auzit un clapon c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd cuco\u0219e\u0219te sau am v\u0103zut o femeie cu muste\u021bi…<\/p>\n
“Nu mai \u00eencape \u00eendoial\u0103, cugetam eu, c\u0103 Natura, \u00een iu\u021beala z\u0103mislirii, se z\u0103p\u0103ce\u0219te \u0219i ea c\u00e2teodat\u0103… Altfel cum s-ar putea t\u0103lm\u0103ci c\u0103 se g\u0103sesc pe lumea aceasta b\u0103rba\u021bi sp\u00e2ni \u0219i femei cu muste\u021bi?”<\/p>\n
A\u0219adar, gazda mea avea muste\u021bi… \u0219i c\u00e2nd zic aceasta, \u00een\u021beleg dou\u0103 \u0219fichiuri de p\u0103r sure \u0219i lungi, care se prelingeau \u00een jos de pe am\u00e2ndou\u0103 laturile buzei de deasupra; ceea ce, \u00een alte \u00eemprejur\u0103ri, s-ar fi putut numi fa\u021b\u0103 era, de ast\u0103 dat\u0103, o alc\u0103tuire \u00eemponci\u0219at\u0103 de ciolane, peste pudoarea c\u0103rora sta a\u0219ternut un s\u0103ftian galben, cum \u00eel apucase vremea; bo\u021bit pe alocurea sau \u00eentins p\u00e2n\u0103 la lustru, c\u00e2nd \u00eel \u00een\u021bepa pe dedesubt vreun ciolan mai ascu\u021bit… \u0218i nu \u0219tiu cine s\u0103 fi fost tras \u00een l\u0103turi de cele dou\u0103 \u0219fichiuri de muste\u021bi ca de cele dou\u0103 b\u0103ieri ale unei pungi, de str\u00e2nsese a\u0219a de ascu\u021bit \u0219i \u00een cre\u021bi a\u0219a de mul\u021bi \u0219i de m\u0103run\u021bi gura rotund\u0103 \u0219i \u00een form\u0103 de smochin\u0103 zb\u00e2rcit\u0103 a gazdei mele… de sub o c\u00e2rp\u0103 murdar\u0103 \u0219i sucit\u0103 pe cap, \u021b\u00e2\u0219nea \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile p\u0103ru-i aspru, sur \u0219i speriat; de sub stre\u0219ina \u00eentunecoas\u0103 \u0219i pustie a spr\u00e2ncenelor \u0219i de am\u00e2ndou\u0103 laturile de deasupra ale unui nas scorojit de vechime, lic\u0103reau ad\u00e2nc \u0219i tremur\u0103tor ochii ei mici, rotunzi \u0219i slab \u00eensufle\u021bi\u021bi de o lumin\u0103 umed\u0103, stoars\u0103 \u0219i sp\u0103l\u0103cit\u0103… \u0218i de n-ar fi fost dec\u00e2t numai o pi\u0219c\u0103tur\u0103 de bab\u0103, numai c\u00e2t o \u0219chioap\u0103 de \u00eenalt\u0103, ai fi zis c\u0103 duce \u00een c\u00e2rc\u0103 jum\u0103tate din globul p\u0103m\u00e2ntesc… A\u0219a de mare \u0219i de rotund era ghebul din spatele ei!…<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i stai singur\u0103, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103, \u00een pustietatea asta? o \u00eentrebai eu.
\n\u2014 Ba nu, dragu mamei, stau cu hic\u0103-mea \u0219i cu Gligori. \u00cen\u021belesei c\u0103 Gligori trebuia s\u0103 fi fost feciorul ei.
\n\u2014 Apoi nu v\u0103d pe nici unul; sunt du\u0219i undeva?
\n\u2014 Gligori-i dus de azi-diminea\u021b\u0103 pin p\u0103dure, c\u0103-i p\u0103durar; hic\u0103mea trebuie s\u0103 hie \u0219i ea pe-aici, dac\u0103 nu s-a hi culcat pe-afar\u0103, pe undeva.<\/p>\n
Ar fi urmat deci s\u0103 m\u00e2n singur, cu baba-n cas\u0103… \u0218i a\u0219 fi f\u0103cut aceasta cu at\u00e2t mai bucuros, cu c\u00e2t pentru \u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103 mi se \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219a prilejul de a m\u00e2nea \u00eentre aceia\u0219i pere\u021bi cu… Mama P\u0103durii… Dec\u00e2t lavi\u021ba era a\u0219a de scurt\u0103 \u0219i de \u00eengust\u0103, l\u0103vicerul de pe ea a\u0219a de spart \u0219i de plin cu b\u0103nuieli; pe jos, mod\u00e2lcile uscate de glod a\u0219a de dese \u0219i de tari; pe sub co\u0219coviturile de pe pere\u021bi at\u00e2tea legiuni de plo\u0219ni\u021be autohtone trebuia s\u0103 fi mi\u0219uit!…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi, bine, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 drag\u0103, zisei eu, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, de mas om face ce-om face; vorba e cum o sco\u021bi la cap\u0103t c\u00e2nd \u021bi-i foame la vremea asta…?<\/p>\n
Trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103rturisesc \u00een treac\u0103t \u0219i nu spre cea mai mare glorie a mea, c\u0103, la drum, umbra mea se \u021bine nu se \u021bine de mine, dar foamea nu m\u0103 sl\u0103be\u0219te, cum nu-l sl\u0103be\u0219te pe crocodil… \u0218i, mai cu seam\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 culc fl\u0103m\u00e2nd?… O! aceasta n-a\u0219 fi f\u0103cut-o nici \u00een ruptul capului, de-a\u0219 fi \u0219tiut c\u0103-mi rod baba \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2n f\u0103r\u0103 gazd\u0103…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu cumva \u021bi se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, ad\u0103ugai eu, ceva de-ale m\u00e2nc\u0103rii la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103, m\u0103car c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t? Nu degeaba, bine\u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vai de mine, dragu mamei, d-apoi ce s\u0103-\u021bi deie mama s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nci? Ia, Gligori c\u00e2nd ne-aduce de pe unde umbl\u0103 el, mai \u00eembuc\u0103m \u0219i noi c\u00e2te ceva.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bine, da vreo m\u00e2n\u0103 de f\u0103in\u0103, vreun cartof, vreo ceap\u0103, ceva, nu g\u0103se\u0219ti d-ta pe nic\u0103ieri, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 drag\u0103?<\/p>\n
\u0218i sc\u0103rpin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i drept \u00een cre\u0219tetul capului c\u00e2rpa, pe care o mai suci o bucat\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2014 D\u0103… ba a\u0219a, \u00eeng\u0103im\u0103 ea cu glas tr\u0103g\u0103nat, poate tot s-a g\u0103si ceva; numai dac\u0103 te-i mul\u021bumi, dragu mamei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da m-oi mul\u021bumi, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103, cu ce-a fi, numai s\u0103 fie. Se \u00eentoarse, se \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103 pe v\u00e2rful degetelor \u0219i, \u00eentinz\u00e2nd dup\u0103 horn o m\u00e2n\u0103 uscat\u0103 \u0219i lung\u0103, trase afar\u0103 o leg\u0103tur\u0103 ce p\u0103rea a fi cu f\u0103in\u0103 \u0219i o puse pe vatr\u0103; apoi ie\u0219ind \u00een u\u0219\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2014 F\u0103 Ani\u021bo, f\u0103\u0103\u0103\u0103… Hei! n-auzi, Ani\u021boooo!… \u00eencepu ea s\u0103 strige cu un glas de p\u00e2nz\u0103 nou\u0103 \u0219i sclivisit\u0103, ce parc\u0103 s-ar rupe p\u00e2r\u00e2ind.<\/p>\n
O pauz\u0103, \u0219i de nic\u0103ieri nici un r\u0103spuns.
\n\u2014 F\u0103 Ani\u021boooo!… \u2014 pauz\u0103 \u2014 dare-ar boala-n tine! Iar te-ai pus cu g\u0103inile la dughit… m\u00e2nca-te-ar lupchii s\u0103 te m\u0103n\u00e2nce!…<\/p>\n
Nici un r\u0103spuns. Baba scobor\u00ee pragul \u0219i disp\u0103ru. Peste c\u00e2teva minute, se \u00eentoarse \u0219i intr\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103untru; iar \u00een urm\u0103, \u0219i priponit\u0103 parc\u0103 de ghebul ei prin firul sub\u021bire \u0219i nev\u0103zut al unui fluid magnetic, privazul \u00eengust al u\u0219ii se umplu cu un fel de dihanie, c\u0103reia cu greu i-ai fi putut hot\u0103r\u00ee un loc pe scara lung\u0103 a vie\u021buitoarelor… Ceea ce baba \u00een\u021belegea sub numele m\u00e2ng\u00e2ios de “hic\u0103-mea” era, de ast\u0103 dat\u0103, un soi de Quasimodo de gen femeiesc, pentru alc\u0103tuirea c\u0103ruia natura sleise, cu d\u0103rnicie, toate comorile sale de monstruozit\u0103\u021bi… Astfel, \u00eentre ni\u0219te umere largi \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 nici o \u00eenclinare \u00een jos, lipise, f\u0103r\u0103 mijlocirea g\u00e2tului, un cap c\u00e2t o stamboal\u0103 de mare sau, mai bine zis, o claie de p\u0103r negru, aspru \u0219i \u00eenc\u00e2lcit la un loc cu paiele murdare \u0219i g\u0103lbii ale strohului cald, din care chiar atunci se p\u0103rea c\u0103 ie\u0219ise; pe aceea\u0219i linie cu bolta frun\u021bii \u00eenguste \u0219i sub cele dou\u0103 arcuri negre ale unor spr\u00e2ncene stufoase, zv\u00e2rlise, ca cu mistria \u0219i la \u00eent\u00e2mplare, dou\u0103 priviri albicioase \u0219i holbate, din care o \u00eencremenire hipnotic\u0103 stinsese parc\u0103 orice lumin\u0103; nasul, tupilat \u0219i cu p\u00e2ntecele la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u00ee\u0219i ridica \u00een aer numai n\u0103rile sale imense \u0219i largi, deasupra unei guri spintecate p\u00e2n\u0103 la urechi; iar de sub buzele-i groase, ve\u0219tede, c\u0103rnoase \u0219i r\u0103sfr\u00e2nte una-n sus \u0219i alta-n jos, \u00eenaintau spre afar\u0103 dou\u0103 raghile rare de din\u021bi rugini\u021bi; c\u00e2ine\u0219tii, mai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bi, \u00eenc\u0103lecaser\u0103 peste am\u00e2ndou\u0103 \u00eencheieturile umede \u0219i lucitoare ale buzei dedesubt; pe dreapta \u0219i de sub barb\u0103, at\u00e2rna greu \u0219i noduros, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een josul s\u00e2nului, o traist\u0103 vie de piele cald\u0103 cu pete galbene, vinete \u0219i ro\u0219ii… \u0218i de n-ai fi \u0219tiut c\u0103 aceea e o gu\u0219\u0103, ai fi zis c\u0103 duce \u00een bra\u021be un copil schilod \u0219i neispr\u0103vit.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u021belege deci oricine c\u0103 nu suferii pe Ani\u021ba s\u0103 se amestece \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria mea; singur, a\u0219adar, rasei de pe ceaun r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele de coaj\u0103 uscat\u0103 ale unei vechi m\u0103m\u0103ligi, singur mi-l cl\u0103tii cu ap\u0103 \u0219i singur mi-l a\u0219ezai pe cei c\u00e2\u021biva bolovani \u00een\u0219irui\u021bi, ca pirostrii, \u00een jurul unui foc, a\u021b\u00e2\u021bat afar\u0103 de Ani\u021ba; iar c\u00e2nd apa \u00eencepu a fierbe, tot singur aruncai \u00een ceaun pumnul de f\u0103in\u0103 ce aveam la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103, singur cur\u0103\u021bii \u0219i t\u0103iai \u00een felii sub\u021biri c\u00e2\u021biva cartofi \u0219i o ceap\u0103, ba, dac\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00een\u0219el, tot singur h\u0103cuii pe palm\u0103 c\u00e2teva fire de m\u0103rar \u0219i le aruncai pe toate \u00een apa care clocotea umflat\u0103 cu f\u0103in\u0103 cu tot… \u0218i de multe ori stau \u0219i eu \u0219i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc cum de-\u0219i gre\u0219e\u0219te cineva menirea c\u00e2teodat\u0103\u00a0!\u00a0!… Unde-a\u0219 fi eu ast\u0103zi de m\u0103 f\u0103ceam buc\u0103tar!… Iar c\u00e2nd r\u0103sturnai, pe ni\u0219te foi late de brustur, m\u0103m\u0103liga mea heteroclit\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepui a c\u0103r\u0103b\u0103ni din ea cu o foame de lup, m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bai c\u0103 pot exista descoperiri \u0219i mai mari dec\u00e2t ale lui Kepler sau Copernic… M\u00e2ncai \u0219i, \u00een loc s\u0103-mi sp\u0103l m\u00e2inile, frecai, dup\u0103 legea artei, palm\u0103 de palm\u0103, iar m\u0103m\u0103liga lipit\u0103 de ele c\u0103zu, cern\u00e2ndu-se \u00een ciuciule\u021bi usca\u021bi \u0219i mici, ca un fel de liba\u021biune postum\u0103 pentru zeit\u0103\u021bile fl\u0103m\u00e2nde ale p\u0103durii!…<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 ce baba \u0219i cu Ani\u021ba s\u0103 mai treb\u0103luiasc\u0103 nu \u0219tiu ce, d\u0103dui ocol casei spre a chibzui un loc mai potrivit pentru cvartirul meu de noapte \u0219i, spre marea mea bucurie, descoperii dindos \u0219i la lumina unui chibrit o poiat\u0103 de sc\u00e2nduri plin\u0103 cu f\u00e2n, bine \u00eenchis\u0103 de toate p\u0103r\u021bile, afar\u0103 de u\u0219a care st\u0103tea \u00een l\u0103turi.<\/p>\n
prilejul fericit de a fi cal pentru o singur\u0103 noapte m\u0103car.<\/p>\n
Cu greu, nu e vorb\u0103, dar \u00eenduplecai \u00een cele din urm\u0103 pe baba mea s\u0103-mi \u00eeng\u0103duie de a m\u00e2nea peste noapte \u00een poiata ei cu f\u00e2n…<\/p>\n
Ba c\u0103 am s\u0103-i \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tii f\u00e2nul, ba c\u0103 Pisicu\u021ba are s\u0103-i m\u0103n\u00e2nce f\u00e2nul, ba c\u0103 am s\u0103 arunc, cine \u0219tie cum, vreun chibrit \u00een f\u00e2n \u0219i o s\u0103-i dau foc casei, ba c\u0103 ce-are s\u0103 zic\u0103 Gligori, c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentoarce \u0219i-a auzi…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ian ascult\u0103, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 drag\u0103, zisei eu, t\u0103ind scurt sc\u00e2nciturile babei mele, mai \u00eent\u00e2i de toate o s\u0103-\u021bi pl\u0103tesc orice stric\u0103ciune \u0219i pagub\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 face \u00een f\u00e2nul d-tale. C\u00e2t despre Gligori s\u0103-i spui c\u0103 a trecut silvicultorul pe-aici \u0219i c\u0103 a mas peste noapte \u00een poiata lui cu f\u00e2n; acum \u00een\u021belegi?…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da… ‘neata… e\u0219ti?…
\n\u2014 Ei da! Eu sunt mai mare peste p\u0103duri, altfel ce crezi d-ta c-a\u0219 c\u0103uta eu pe-aici?…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Apoi atuncea m\u00e2i, mam\u0103, unde vrei \u0219i s\u0103 ne ierta\u021bi, c\u0103, d\u0103, noi nu \u0219tim…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu face nimica, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 drag\u0103.
\n\u2014 D-apoi n-o s\u0103 avem ce s\u0103 v\u0103 d\u0103m de a\u0219ternut…
\n\u2014 Nu te sup\u0103ra cu nimica, m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 drag\u0103, am tot ce-mi trebuie; du-te de te culc\u0103. Culmea dorin\u021bei\u00a0<\/i>(H o r a \u021b i u ,\u00a0Arta poetic\u0103<\/i>)\u00a0(trad. autorului).<\/i><\/p>\n
Baba intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i trase u\u0219a dup\u0103 d\u00e2nsa. Ani\u021ba r\u0103mase afar\u0103 \u0219i se pierdu \u00een noapte, eu umflai \u0219aua \u0219i desagii \u0219i intrai \u00een poiat\u0103 cu Pisicu\u021ba de c\u0103p\u0103stru…<\/p>\n
Aprinsei, \u00een loc de lamp\u0103, fitilul cu benzin\u0103 al unei mici chibritelni\u021bi de buzunar, legai pe Pisicu\u021ba \u00eentr-un col\u021b al poie\u021bii, \u00eei aruncai dinainte un bra\u021b bun de f\u00e2n, \u00eenchisei \u0219i \u00een\u021bepenii u\u0219a pe din\u0103untru cu un par zdrav\u0103n, pusei \u0219aua \u00een loc de pern\u0103 \u0219i, \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00een manta, m\u0103 tr\u00e2ntii spre odihn\u0103 \u00een f\u00e2nul moale \u0219i ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
Stinsei lumina. C\u00e2t voi fi dormit nu \u0219tiu, destul c\u0103, \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu, m\u0103 de\u0219teptai, sau cam a\u0219a ceva mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mplase cu mine… \u0218tiu eu?… Poate c\u0103 nu sf\u00e2r\u0219isem de visat \u00eenc\u0103 vreun vis \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic, ce \u021binea morti\u0219 la \u00eentregimea sa \u0219i-\u0219i m\u00e2na deci f\u0103r\u0103 sfial\u0103 fantasmagoria lui peste hotarele pip\u0103ite \u0219i aievea ale treziei mele… Se poate!… Mai \u0219tii?… Oricum, \u00eens\u0103 auzeam sau mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 aud, cel pu\u021bin, acum din \u00eenaltul cerului, acum din ad\u00e2ncul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, acum pe aproape, acum de departe, o muzic\u0103, o orchestr\u0103, o fanfar\u0103… M\u0103 ridicai \u00eentr-un cot prin \u00eentuneric \u0219i ascultai… Da! o instrumenta\u021bie bizar\u0103 din concertul c\u0103reia nu lipsea nici piculina, nici oboiul, nici tr\u00e2mbi\u021ba, nici flighehornul, nici contrabasul, nici ocarina, nici flautul, nici doba cea mare \u0219i mai cu seam\u0103 cimpoiul, care acum se umfla cu \u021bip\u0103t \u00eenalt de tri\u0219c\u0103 cr\u0103pat\u0103, acum se dezumfla cu fos\u0103it de g\u00e2sc\u0103 sau de cucuveic\u0103 ce doarme sub o stre\u0219in\u0103 de biseric\u0103… \u0218i nici \u00eentr-un chip nu puteam prinde cu urechea dep\u0103rtarea de la care venea aceast\u0103 bizar\u0103 orchestra\u021bie wagnerian\u0103… Poate c\u0103 visam \u00eenc\u0103… m\u0103 pip\u0103ii, m\u0103 scuturai cu am\u00e2ndou\u0103 degetele cele mici \u00een fundul urechilor, ba mi se pare c\u0103-mi arsei \u0219i o palm\u0103 prin \u00eentuneric… Unde!… Eram de\u0219tept dup\u0103 toate regulile!… \u0219i cu toate acestea fantastica simfonie, m\u00e2nat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eencoace, c\u00e2nd \u00eencolo, de lunecarea nestatornic\u0103 a unor valuri de v\u00e2nt, se juca parc\u0103 de-a\u00a0prinde-m\u0103<\/i>\u00a0cu z\u0103p\u0103citul meu auz… Sau poate… Dar ce s\u0103 caute pe locurile acestea \u0219i la vremea asta vreo oaste cu muzica-n frunte?… Dar dac\u0103?… \u0218i \u00een \u00eenchipuirea mea cuprins\u0103 de groaz\u0103, mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 v\u0103d pe bab\u0103 cu botul mult mai ascu\u021bit, cu p\u0103rul mult mai speriat, cu muste\u021bile mult mai lungi \u0219i cu doi c\u0103rbuni aprin\u0219i \u00een loc de ochi, cum, sub lumina ro\u0219iatic\u0103 \u0219i fioroas\u0103 a lunii, diriguie\u0219te, cu o varg\u0103 de alun, un taraf negru de duhuri necurate… S\u0103rii ars \u00een picioare, prin \u00eentuneric, drept \u00een mijlocul poie\u021bii… S\u0103 aprind chibritelni\u021ba?… Ar fi fost lucru necugetat: \u0219tiu eu ce putea s\u0103 fi fost afar\u0103?… B\u00e2jb\u00e2ind \u0219i tiptil, m\u0103 apropiai de u\u0219\u0103, lipii urechea \u0219i ascultai… Sus \u00een aer \u021bipa o tr\u00e2mbi\u021b\u0103 cu sunet rupt, \u00een podul poie\u021bii r\u0103suna o daraban\u0103, dinspre p\u0103dure sufla un cimpoi cu toate tri\u0219tile sale, la st\u00e2nga ciripea o piculin\u0103, sub picioarele mele fos\u0103ia ceva repede, greu \u0219i \u00een\u0103du\u0219it… C\u0103utai s\u0103 m\u0103 ac\u0103\u021b de ceva, ca s\u0103 m\u0103 sui mai sus… Nu g\u0103sii nimic… \u00cemi veni ame\u021beal\u0103… Nu \u0219tiu ce f\u0103cui, dar f\u0103cui ceva… poate c\u0103-mi f\u0103cui cruce… poate… \u0219tiu at\u00e2ta c\u0103 m\u0103 trezii \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 cu chibritelni\u021ba aprins\u0103…\u00a0“Alea jacta est”…<\/i>\u00a0Smuncii parul, deschisei u\u0219a \u0219i ie\u0219ii afar\u0103… \u0218i cred c\u0103, \u00een clipa aceea, omenirea num\u0103r\u0103 un erou mai mult… \u0218i iar ascultai, \u00eentro m\u00e2n\u0103 cu chibritelni\u021ba \u0219i \u00een cealalt\u0103 cu degetul pe tr\u0103g\u0103toarea revolverului… Fanfara se dep\u0103rt\u0103 \u0219i, din concertul infernal, cel mult dac\u0103 mai str\u0103b\u0103tea p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine, de peste \u00eentunericul p\u0103durilor, b\u00e2z\u00e2itul dep\u0103rtat \u0219i nehot\u0103r\u00e2t al cimpoiului… Tot nedumerit, dar cel pu\u021bin mai lini\u0219tit intrai \u00een poiat\u0103… N-apucai bine s\u0103 pun m\u00e2na pe u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i s-o \u00eenchid, \u0219i fanfara \u00eencepu de pretutindeni mai \u00eendr\u0103cit… O r\u0103zvr\u0103tire se produse \u00een toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba mea \u0219i furia lu\u0103 locul fricii… eram pe punctul de a desc\u0103rca \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile cele \u0219ase focuri ale revolverului meu, c\u00e2nd z\u0103p\u0103ceala mi\u0219c\u0103rilor mele, privirea mi se \u00eengrop\u0103 \u00een lipsa neagr\u0103 a unei sc\u00e2nduri din susul peretelui dimpotriv\u0103… Poiata era desp\u0103r\u021bit\u0103 \u00een dou\u0103 \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, cel pu\u021bin, mi se p\u0103ru c\u0103 pe sp\u0103rtur\u0103 izvor\u0103\u0219te diabolica fanfar\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine! Iute \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dii f\u00e2n peste f\u00e2n, Pelionul peste Ossa, m\u0103 suii, m\u0103 ac\u0103\u021bai, m\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021bai \u0219i ajunsei la sp\u0103rtur\u0103… \u00cenaintai chibritelni\u021ba \u0219i v\u00e2r\u00e2i capul… Privii \u00een l\u0103turi… Zarurile au fost aruncate.<\/p>\n
privii \u00een jos… \u0218i acum m\u0103 mir c\u0103 n-am r\u0103mas petrificat: silit\u0103 de c\u0103ldura culcu\u0219ului s\u0103u de paie \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103 de privirile oarbe \u0219i discrete ale nop\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 grij\u0103 \u0219i cu fa\u021ba-n sus, dormea… Ani\u021ba; \u0219i… \u0218i m\u0103 mir \u0219i acuma c\u0103 n-am r\u0103mas petrificat… iar din gu\u0219a ei cu umfl\u0103ri \u0219i dezumfl\u0103ri ritmice, izvora infernala fanfar\u0103…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ptiu!… ucig\u0103-te crucea!… Retr\u0103sei din sp\u0103rtur\u0103 capul cu chibritelni\u021b\u0103 cu tot \u0219i m\u0103 culcai din nou, dar nu mai putui adormi.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021b\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103-n ziu\u0103, d\u0103dui babei ce d\u0103dui \u0219i apucai la vale pe poteca din p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n
“Hm! \u0218-apoi s\u0103 mai zic\u0103 cineva c\u0103 istoria cu capul Meduzei e o poveste!…”<\/p>\n
F\u0103r\u0103 voie \u00eentorsei capul \u0219i privii \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t… nu m\u0103 urm\u0103rea nimeni.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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