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Din ziua aceea Oli\u0163a n-a mai intrat \u00een bordei, la mama \u00eens\u0103 venea \u015fi numaidec\u00e2t l\u0103sa o f\u0103r\u00e2mitur\u0103 pe morm\u00e2ntul ei: praznic pentru p\u0103s\u0103ri.
\nUnde \u00eennopta? Se uita de unde ies aburi, acolo st\u0103p\u00e2nul \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cea baie \u015fi ea \u00eel ruga s-o lase s\u0103 doarm\u0103 \u00een baie, pe lavi\u0163a ud\u0103 \u015fi goal\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 la o bucat\u0103 de noapte era c\u0103ldu\u0163, pe urm\u0103 \u00eei d\u00e2rd\u00e2iau din\u0163ii.
\nC\u00e2nd afar\u0103 s-a \u00eenc\u0103lzit, \u00eennopta ba ici, ba colo, \u00een tufari. Sub cap m\u00e2nu\u0163ele ei, alt\u0103 pern\u0103 nu avea. Somn de iepure era acela, cum ceva, s\u0103rea din culcu\u015f: grozav se mai temea de \u015ferpi.
\n\u00centr-o diminea\u0163\u0103, cum face ochi, d\u0103 de o feti\u0163\u0103. Dormea, covrigel, l\u00e2ng\u0103 d\u00e2nsa.
\n– U-\u0163a, tu e\u015fti? se \u00eenvior\u0103 Oli\u0163a. De c\u00e2nd nu te-am v\u0103zut! \u015etii c\u0103 a murit mama?
\n– Am auzit. Dumnezeu s-o ierte.
\n– Dar tu pe unde ai umblat?
\n– Prin c\u0103tune, ceream de poman\u0103. M-au prins \u015fi m-au adus \u00eenapoi.
\nDemult o fr\u0103m\u00e2nta pe Oli\u0163a un g\u00e2nd:
\n– \u015etii ce, U\u0163a, hai s\u0103 fugim mai departe, ca s\u0103 nu ne mai g\u0103seasc\u0103.
\n– Unde?
\n– Acas\u0103! Poate c\u0103 s-au dus ru\u015fii de la noi.
\n– Da-a? \u00eei flutur\u0103 un z\u00e2mbet, pe care \u00eendat\u0103 \u00eel \u015fi \u00eenghi\u0163i o umbr\u0103: P\u0103i n-am pe nimeni la B\u0103l\u0163i, tata e \u00een lag\u0103r, mama a murit mai an\u0163\u0103r\u0163.
\n– Te iau la Sofia.
\n– Merg, dar \u015ftii, Oli\u0163\u0103, ce drum lung e p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103? Tocmai opt mii de kilometri! F\u0103r\u0103 bilet, numaidec\u0103t o s\u0103 ne prind\u0103.
\n– Am eu parale, U\u0163a, mo\u015f Capral n-a luat un b\u0103nu\u0163 pentru sicriu.
\n\u015ei Oli\u0163a i-a scos din papucul de buci unde \u00eei \u0163inea ascun\u015fi.
\nS\u0103 fi trecut o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, nu mai mult, \u015fi fetele erau pe un vapor care plutea pe r\u00e2ul Irt\u00e2\u015f. Oglind\u0103 nu aveau, se uitau, bucuroase, \u00een ap\u0103: sunt ele ori nu? \u015ei chiar se duc acas\u0103?!
\n– Un craniu pe r\u00e2u! strig\u0103 nu \u015ftiu care.
\nU\u0163a \u015fi Oli\u0163a au tres\u0103rit. S\u0103 nu tac\u0103 marinarul acela? \u0102sta, cic\u0103, e cap de moldovean deportat. \u201cNu departe de mal, spunea el, a fost un lag\u0103r, pe mu-ul\u0163i moldoveni i-au \u00eengropat aici \u015fi, cum r\u00e2ul m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 nisipul, ba un craniu, ba altul iese deasupra \u015fi numai apa \u015ftie unde \u00eel duce\u2026\u201d U\u0163a n-a mai ajuns acas\u0103, a r\u0103mas d\u0103dac\u0103 \u00eentr-un ora\u015f din Belarus.
\nCa un pui de c\u0103prioar\u0103 r\u0103nit \u015fi fug\u0103rit de v\u00e2n\u0103tori tocmai de la cap\u0103tul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, a intrat Oli\u0163a \u00een Sofia. Din ochii ei trudi\u0163i izvorau c\u00e2nd boabe de lumin\u0103, c\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u00e2me de lacrimi. R\u00e2deau \u015fi pl\u00e2ngeau.
\nO f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 de acas\u0103 \u00eei ie\u015fi \u00een drum, avea o creang\u0103 de vi\u015fin \u00een cump\u0103n\u0103. M\u00e2nu\u0163ele fetei \u00eencol\u0103cir\u0103 ghizdelele \u015fi ea s\u0103rut\u0103 c\u0103ldarea.
\n– Bun\u0103 diminea\u0163a, ap\u0103 din Sofia, se uit\u0103 Oli\u0163a \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103.
\nEra Duminica Mare. De ce satul e posomor\u00e2t, pustiu, parc\u0103 e altul nu \u015ftiu cum. Iat\u0103 un om pe drum, nici nu \u00eentoarce capul, mai trece unul\u2026 M\u0103car s-o \u00eentrebe:
\n– Cine e\u015fti, tu, feti\u0163o, care te speli la f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103? De unde vii?
\nNimeni n-o cunoa\u015fte. La casa surorii sale mai mari, c\u00e2nd a ajuns, mai \u00eent\u00e2i a s\u0103rutat porti\u0163a. Numai c\u00e2inele cel cu un ochi a recunoscut-o.
\nA vrut s\u0103 latre \u015fi a r\u0103mas cu gura c\u0103scat\u0103, d\u00e2nd din coad\u0103. Fetei nu i-au mai ajuns puteri s\u0103 deschid\u0103 u\u015fa, a c\u0103zut \u00een prag, \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2ndu-l.
\n– Oli\u0163a! ie\u015fi din cas\u0103 sor\u0103-sa Eftimia. Str\u0103inica noastr\u0103 s-a \u00eentors! \u015fi prinse a r\u0103cni de se adunar\u0103 vecinii. \u015ei numai iat\u0103 alearg\u0103 \u015fi alt\u0103 sor\u0103:
\n– Unde ai l\u0103sat-o pe mama, Oli-\u0163a-a! \u00ee\u015fi smulgea p\u0103rul din cap.
\nUn vecin o trage de limb\u0103 \u015fi altul o iscode\u015fte. Oli\u0163a str\u00e2nge capul \u00eentre umeri: ce s\u0103 le r\u0103spund\u0103? O vorb\u0103 e destul ca s-o duc\u0103 \u00eenapoi la ur\u015fii cei albi.
\nC\u00e2nd s-a mai \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiat lumea, surorile au sclipuit ia acolo de-o m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103, era pr\u0103p\u0103dul foametei \u00een Moldova.
\nAbia s-au a\u015fezat la mas\u0103, afar\u0103, sub nuc. M\u0103m\u0103ligu\u0163a aburea \u00eentre ei, \u015fi v\u0103d c\u0103 un om deschide porti\u0163a \u015fi vine, t\u0103c\u00e2nd, vine, vine, apoi bag\u0103 degetele r\u0103\u015fchirate sub m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103, o ia de pe mas\u0103 \u015fi unde o str\u00e2nge la piept a\u015fa fierbinte \u015fi iese cu d\u00e2nsa din ograd\u0103. Ai casei au r\u0103mas buim\u0103ci\u0163i, cu ia a\u015fa ni\u015fte ochi.
\n– P\u0103i dac\u0103 au m\u0103turat podurile \u0103\u015ftia cu steagul ro\u015fu, a zis sora Alexandra.
\nMai st\u0103teau \u00eenc\u0103 la mas\u0103, c\u00e2nd aud c\u00e2inele I\u0103tr\u00e2nd. O matahal\u0103 de mili\u0163ian intr\u0103 cu pa\u015fi mari \u00een ograd\u0103. Era cu pu\u015fc\u0103.
\n– Olga Bujor, e\u015fti arestat\u0103! at\u00e2t l-a ajuns capul s\u0103 zic\u0103 \u015fi unde scoate un cartu\u015f din buzunar \u015fi \u00eencarc\u0103 pu\u015fca.
\nInima Oli\u0163ei se f\u0103cu c\u00e2rcel.
\n– Gheorghe, \u00eel roag\u0103 Eftimia, e\u015fti din sat de la noi, las-o m\u0103car o zi, e de la drum, mititica, \u015fi-i d\u0103 un scaun: Ia stai cu noi la mas\u0103.
\n– Nu, am ordin \u015f-o duc azi la casa de stat.
\nSe umplu v\u0103zduhul de bocete, c\u00e2nd o scotea pe Oli\u0163a cu pu\u015fca din ograd\u0103. \u015ei cum treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 biseric\u0103, feti\u0163a a prins grai:
\n– M\u0103 la\u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 rog oleac\u0103 pentru mama? Acolo, unde m\u0103 duci, nu-s biserici.
\nGheorghe se mut\u0103 de pe un picior pe altul, mai trage o \u0163igar\u0103, fata nu-i. Oare n-a fugit? \u015ei intr\u0103 \u00een biseric\u0103 cu pu\u015fc\u0103 cu tot \u015fi cu chipiul \u00een cap. Oli\u0163a sta \u00een genunchi cu o lum\u00e2nare \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n– Gheorghe-h\u0103i, Gheorghe, ai \u015fi tu mor\u0163i, ce-ai intrat cu pu\u015fca \u00een biseric\u0103? se apropie o femeie \u015fi-i d\u0103 o lum\u00e2nare.
\n– Dac\u0103 ai murit, s\u0103-\u0163i sufle \u00eentr-un loc, se hlize\u015fte Gheorghe, ce-\u0163i mai trebuie lum\u00e2nare?
\n– Doamne fere\u015fte, \u00ee\u015fi face cruce femeia.
\n– Hai, c\u0103 o s\u0103-mi creasc\u0103 barb\u0103 aici, o \u00eenha\u0163\u0103 Gheorghe de m\u00e2nec\u0103 pe Oli\u0163a.
\nSup\u0103rat\u0103 c\u0103 i-a stins lum\u00e2narea, Oli\u0163a \u00eel \u00eentreab\u0103 afar\u0103:
\n– Bade Gheorghe, cui \u0163i-ai v\u00e2ndut sufletul? Satanei care \u0163i-a dat arm\u0103?
\nGheorghe a holbat ochii: nu-i venea a crede ce iese din gura ei, da Oli\u0163a \u00ee\u015fi desc\u0103rca sufletul:
\n– Cine a \u00eendr\u0103git str\u0103inii, m\u00e2nca-i-ar inima c\u00e2inii!
\n– Pe a ta o s-o m\u0103n\u00e2nce \u00eent\u00e2i, ai uitat c\u0103 eu am pu\u015fc\u0103!
\nUnde a dus-o Gheorghe? La pu\u015fc\u0103ria din B\u0103l\u0163i.
\nC\u00e2t au \u0163inut-o acolo, de trei ori i-au m\u00e2nat pe aresta\u0163i pe jos, \u00eenconjura\u0163i de c\u00e2ini \u015fi gardieni, tocmai la Gara de Nord, ca s\u0103-i aduc\u0103 apoi \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t. Pe drum nu aveai voie s\u0103 \u00eentorci capul \u00eenapoi, nici \u00een st\u00e2nga s\u0103 te ui\u0163i, nici \u00een dreapta.
\nOdat\u0103, cum mergeau prin glod, unul care venea din urm\u0103 o \u00eentreab\u0103 \u00een \u015foapt\u0103:
\n– E\u015fti Oli\u0163a Bujor?
\n– Da, r\u0103spunde ea \u015fi nu \u00eentoarce capul.
\n– Fiica lui Vasile, calic de-o m\u00e2n\u0103?
\n– Da, \u015fi nu \u00eentoarce capul.
\n– P\u0103i eu am fost cu Vasile \u00eentr-un lag\u0103r.
\nOli\u0163a uit\u0103 \u015fi de gardian; \u015fi de tot \u015fi se i\u0163e\u015fte \u00eenapoi s\u0103-I vad\u0103 pe omul acela, da gardianul c\u00e2nd a urlat odat\u0103: \u201cLa p\u0103m\u00e2nt!\u201d \u015fi unde \u00eei culc\u0103 pe to\u0163i delaolalt\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2zga drumului.
\nA doua zi mai caut\u0103-l pe omul acela. Dar \u015fi pe puiul nostru r\u0103nit de c\u0103prioar\u0103 l-au tot fug\u0103rit hainii de v\u00e2n\u0103tori cu c\u00e2inii prin NOU\u0102 \u00eenchisori p\u00e2n\u0103 l-au adus \u00een Siberia, unde \u015fi-a dat mama sufletul\u2026 Prin c\u00e2te i-a fost dat Oli\u0163ei s\u0103 mai treac\u0103, e o carte nou\u0103. Acum s\u0103 vedem ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat c\u00e2nd s-a re\u00eentors peste mul\u0163i ani acas\u0103.
\nEra de acum mare, \u015fi-a f\u0103cut cas\u0103, dar nu se lipea nici m\u00e2ncarea, nici somnul de d\u00e2nsa: unde \u2013 i tata? C\u00e2te pu\u015fc\u0103rii erau \u00een \u0163ar\u0103, la toate a b\u0103tut \u00een u\u015f\u0103. \u201cVasile Bujor? Caut\u0103-l \u00een alt\u0103 parte, aici nu-i\u2026\u201d
\nC\u00e2nd nu mai avea nici o n\u0103dejde c\u0103 o s\u0103-i dea de urm\u0103, odat\u0103, \u00een B\u0103l\u0163i, o opre\u015fte un
\nom a-alb la p\u0103r \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 din\u0163i. Sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ia c\u00e2nd mergea, a\u015fa de hrentuit era.
\n– E\u015fti Oli\u0163a Bujor, a? \u015fi se uit\u0103 \u00een jur. Am s\u0103-\u0163i spun ceva, dar aici m\u0103 tem. Stalin a murit, urechile lui \u00eens\u0103 au r\u0103mas.
\n\u201cDoamne ! a \u00eempreunat m\u00e2inile Oli\u0163a, d-apoi el e chiar omul cela care a stat cu mine \u00een pu\u015fc\u0103ria din B\u0103l\u0163i!\u201d Nu \u015ftiau unde s\u0103 se ascund\u0103 \u015fi s-au b\u0103gat sub podul de peste R\u0103ut.
\n– M\u0103 cheam\u0103 Nicolae Oloieru, abia descle\u015fta omul gura, \u015fi se tot uita \u00een jur. Se temea s\u0103 nu-l aud\u0103 vreun pe\u015fte din r\u00e2u. E\u015fti a llli Vasile, a\u015fa-i? Oli\u0163a a dat din cap. Apoi eu am fost cu Vasile.
\n– \u015ei unde-i tata?! \u00eel apuc\u0103 de m\u00e2nec\u0103 femeia \u015fi i se uit\u0103 \u00een ochi.
\nOmul a \u00eenceput a pl\u00e2nge:
\n– Dumnezeu s\u0103-l ierte, \u00ee\u015fi face cruce. Stra\u015fnic\u0103 moarte a mai avut acolo, \u00een Siberia. Am fost \u00eentr-un lag\u0103r cu d\u00e2nsul. Dou\u0103 zile a umblat bietul Vasile cu noi, la scos c\u0103rbuni. Cum era beteag de-a m\u00e2n\u0103, de, l-au pus la p\u0103scut porcii, dar \u00eel p\u0103zeau cu pu\u015fca. C\u00e2nd ne \u00eentorceam de la scos c\u0103rbuni, treceam chiar pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ocol. Da eram ne-egri
\n\u015fi slabi, numai oasele din noi. Odat\u0103 Vasile tocmai \u00eenchidea porcii. Unul Matei Oal\u0103, cum mergea \u00eenainte, se apuc\u0103 cu m\u00e2na de inim\u0103 \u015fi cade. Doi au \u00eencercat s\u0103-l ridice, gardienii nu i-au l\u0103sat. Mult nu ne-am dep\u0103rtat \u015fi auzim un r\u0103cnet stra\u015fnic, dup\u0103 glas l-am cunoscut, era Matei Oal\u0103. Am \u00een\u0163eles c\u0103 l-au aruncat \u00een ocol s\u0103-l m\u0103n\u00e2nce porcii. De r\u0103i \u015fi fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi ce erau, ni\u015fte zmei nu alta, porcii aceia m\u00e2ncau oameni. \u201cDoamne, de ce mi-ai dat ochi s\u0103 v\u0103d asta!\u201d tot striga Vasile, apuc\u00e2ndu-se de cap.
\nCrezi c\u0103 am mai avut somn \u00een noaptea aceea?
\nA doua zi, sim\u0163ind carne de om \u00een preajm\u0103, porcii, \u00een loc s\u0103 pasc\u0103, \u00eel fug\u0103reau pe Vasile, s\u0103-l rup\u0103 \u015fi gata, abia a sc\u0103pat de gura lor.
\nOmul \u00ee\u015fi trase sufletul, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd \u00een jur cu fric\u0103, apoi \u00ee\u015fi aminti:
\n– \u00centr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 ne m\u00e2nau iar la scos c\u0103rbuni. Porcii \u00eenc\u0103 erau \u00een ocol. C\u00e2nd ne-au v\u0103zut, covi\u0163\u0103iau s\u0103lbatic. Ne-am apucat de m\u00e2ini, da un co\u015fcogeamite gardian, cu fruntea de-un deget, hai s\u0103 ne fug\u0103reasc\u0103 \u00een jurul ocolului p\u00e2n\u0103 a c\u0103zut un om. Vasile a s\u0103rit s\u0103-l scape:
\n– L\u0103sa\u0163i-l, e cre\u015ftin, \u00eei ruga el, c\u0103 \u015ftia de acum ruse\u015fte.
\n– E cre\u015ftin?! au r\u00e2njit obraznic gardienii. Atunci du-te tu \u00een locul lui! \u015ei unde-l \u00een\u015ffac\u0103 pe Vasile de m\u00e2ini \u015fi de picioare \u015fi-i fac v\u00e2nt \u00een ocol\u2026 A\u015fa mai \u0163ipa, s\u0103rmanul, c\u00e2nd \u00eel sf\u00e2\u015fiau de viu, de \u0163i se ridica p\u0103rul m\u0103ciuc\u0103. Eram h\u0103t, dincolo de poart\u0103, \u015fi \u00eel tot auzeam.
\nSeara, c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00eentors, am v\u0103zut \u00een ocol numai zdren\u0163e din hainele lui \u015fi o bucat\u0103 de papuc.
\nOli\u0163a a \u00eenm\u0103rmurit, \u00eencle\u015ft\u00e2ndu-\u015fi pumnii:
\n– Regimul canibalilor! \u00ee\u015fi mu\u015fca ea buzele. L-au m\u00e2ncat de viu pe tata, dar n-au putut s\u0103-l fr\u00e2ng\u0103!
\nC\u00e2\u0163i bani a avut, pe to\u0163i i-a cheltuit \u00een dup\u0103-amiaza aceea.
\nBureza\u2026 Oamenii din B\u0103l\u0163i nu \u015ftiau cine e femeia care st\u0103 pe pod \u015fi d\u0103 de poman\u0103 ba o c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103, ba un prosop:
\n– De sufletul tatei, at\u00e2t le spunea.
\nC\u00e2nd a \u00eencetat ploi\u0163a, Oli\u0163a a \u00eentors capul: undeva, dincolo de ora\u015f, pe cerul Sofiei r\u0103s\u0103rise un curcubeu. Un fior cald \u00eei str\u0103b\u0103tu sufletul\u2026
\nTa-are-i mai pl\u0103cea tatei Tricolorul!<\/p>\n

Extras din<\/em> Spiridon Vangheli \u2013 \u201cCopii \u00een c\u0103tu\u0219ele Siberiei<\/a>\u201d<\/strong>, Editura Doxologia, 2014 via Roncea.Ro<\/a><\/p>\n

Vedeti si<\/em> Eroii necunoscu\u0163i ai Rom\u00e2niei \u015fi soarta lor martiric\u0103: senatori \u015fi deputa\u0163i ai Basarabiei, militan\u0163i pentru statul national-unitar roman, deportati in Gulagul sovietic <\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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