{"id":20188,"date":"2014-12-22T14:54:36","date_gmt":"2014-12-22T14:54:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=20188"},"modified":"2014-12-22T16:00:59","modified_gmt":"2014-12-22T16:00:59","slug":"gheorghe-constantin-nistoroiu-craciunul-in-inchisorile-comuniste-nasterea-sfantului-prunc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/12\/22\/gheorghe-constantin-nistoroiu-craciunul-in-inchisorile-comuniste-nasterea-sfantului-prunc\/","title":{"rendered":"Gheorghe Constantin Nistoroiu: Cr\u0103ciunul \u00een \u00eenchisorile comuniste! Na\u015fterea Sf\u00e2ntului Prunc"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Cr\u0103ciunul \u00een \u00eenchisorile sistemului ateu totalitar<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0 Na\u015fterea Sf\u00e2ntului Prunc \u00eenf\u0103\u015fat \u00een dantel\u0103ria colindelor, aduse \u015fi apretate de \u00cengeri, a fost \u015fi este sl\u0103vit\u0103 \u015fi vestit\u0103 de toate v\u00e2rstele, \u00een toate locurile: de la zarva uli\u0163ei la entuziasmul s\u0103lilor de concert, de la coliba s\u0103racului la conacul bogatului, de la chilia umil\u0103 a c\u0103lug\u0103rului la somptuoasa catedral\u0103 a ierarhului, de la schimnicul pustiei la atenee, sau alte edificii culturale, de la re\u015fedin\u0163ele regale la \u00eencremenitele deport\u0103ri, de la s\u00e2nul familiei la sinistrele celule ale fioroaselor temni\u0163e atee.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 De\u0163inu\u0163ii politici ascundeau \u00een ei sufletul copil\u0103riei aninat de stelele, care p\u00e2lp\u00e2iau de lumin\u0103, c\u00e2nd la r\u0103sp\u00e2ntiile albe se \u00eent\u00e2lnau cetele de juni \u015fi prichindei chiuind cu ur\u0103turi \u015fi strig\u0103turi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00cen gerul \u00eencremenit al penitenciarelor, sc\u00e2nteile sufletelor celor \u00eenchi\u015fi se aprindeau \u00een miezul lor tainic de lumin\u0103, l\u0103crim\u00e2nd mireasma de colind a Cr\u0103ciunului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A venit \u015fi-aici Cr\u0103ciunul, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S\u0103 ne m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie surghiunul;<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cade alb\u0103 nea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 peste via\u0163a mea, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 peste suflet ninge.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cade alb\u0103 nea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 peste via\u0163a mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 care-aici se stinge.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tremur\u0103 albastre stele<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 peste dorurile mele;<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dumnezeu de sus<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een inimi ne-a pus<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 p\u00e2lp\u00e2iri de stele.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dumnezeu de sus<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een inimi ne-a pus<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 numai lacrimi grele.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maica Domnului curat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ad\u0103 veste minunat\u0103!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u drag, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103-n prag<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ca o zi cu soare!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u drag<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00eel a\u015fteapt\u0103-n prag\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cei din \u00eenchisoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Peste fericiri apuse,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 tinde-\u0163i mila Ta, Iisuse.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cei din \u00eenchisori<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Te a\u015fteapt\u0103-n zori, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 pieptul lor suspin\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de sf\u00e2nta-Ti Lumin\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cei din \u00eenchisori <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Te a\u015fteapt\u0103-n zori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Radu Gyr- A venit \u015fi-aici Cr\u0103ciunul)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 De\u0163inu\u0163ii politici, \u00eenghe\u0163a\u0163i, fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi, zdren\u0163\u0103ro\u015fi \u015fi b\u0103tu\u0163i, p\u0103reau ni\u015fte stafii \u00eengrozite ce b\u00e2ntuiau lumea \u00eenchisorilor. Complet izola\u0163i de lume tremurau \u00een celulele mici, care stiveau puterile lor suflete\u015fti \u015fi trupe\u015fti. Cu at\u00e2t mai grav\u0103 era povara c\u00e2nd \u00een temni\u0163\u0103 s\u0103l\u0103\u015fluia un suflet de crin, de copil. Avem o astfel de m\u0103rturie a Dr. Flor Strejnicu din Cisn\u0103die-Sibiu. \u201cCr\u0103ciunul anului 1941, c\u00e2nd abia \u00eempinisem 15 ani, l-am petrecut \u00een \u00eenchisoarea Sibiu, pe atunci loc de deten\u0163ie pentru minori. Ocupam noi minorii, dou\u0103 celule mari, cu paturi suprapuse, \u00een care eram \u00eenghesui\u0163i aproximativ 40 de Fra\u0163i de Cruce\u2026\u201dVorbitorul\u201d era o dat\u0103 pe s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, Duminica. Aveam voie s\u0103 scriem o dat\u0103\u00a0 pe lun\u0103 acas\u0103\u2026\u00cemi aduc aminte \u015fi acum de una dintre scrisorile trimise mamei mele \u00een preajma Cr\u0103ciunului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mam\u0103 drag\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dintre gratii, printre lacrimi \u015fi suspine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103rut\u00e2nd nebun, z\u0103brele, cred c\u0103 te s\u0103rut pe tine;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar de-odat\u0103 fierul rece-l simt pe buze: vai,, ce grea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Este soarta ce desparte pe copil de mama sa.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Acel Cr\u0103ciun la 15 ani, mi-a marcat toate aducerile aminte\u201d. (Flor Strejnicu, Cre\u015ftinismul Mi\u015fc\u0103rii Legionare. Ed. Imago, Sibiu, 2001, p. 133).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Se deschidea fereastra diminea\u0163a pentru a p\u0103trunde printre gratiile \u00eenghe\u0163ate toat\u0103 asprimea gerului. C\u00e2nd se \u00eenchidea, de\u0163inu\u0163ii \u00ee\u015fi puneau doar c\u0103ma\u015fa, permis\u0103, iar peste ea zeghea, ce era at\u00e2t de rar\u0103 c\u0103 sem\u0103na cu gratiile de la fereastr\u0103. Totu\u015fi \u00een ajunul Cr\u0103ciunului, cre\u015ftinii sim\u0163eau c\u0103ldura Na\u015fterii Domnului, ca \u015fi cum ar fi fost \u00eenc\u0103lzi\u0163i de cele nou\u0103 cojoace ale Dochiei. \u201cIisus a fost totu\u015fi prezent \u00een celule: \u00een colindele murmurate, \u00een sr\u00e2nsul m\u00e2inilor, \u00een glasurile tremur\u00e2nde care rosteau urarea: \u201cLa mul\u0163i ani!\u201d. Pe la ceasul vecerniei din ziua \u00eent\u00e2i de Cr\u0103ciun, c\u00e2nd paznicii au \u00eent\u00e2rziat ceva mai mult pe la c\u0103minele lor, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u0103sune, ca \u00eentr-o catedral\u0103 pravoslavnic\u0103, \u00eent\u00e2i mai \u00eencet, apoi tot mai plin, Irmosul Na\u015fterii: <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00cengerii cu p\u0103storii m\u0103resc,\/ iar magii cu steaua c\u0103l\u0103toresc\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u015ei la \u00eentrebarea: \u201cCine-i? Cine-i\u201d?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 A venit r\u0103spunsul \u015foptit: \u201cP\u0103rintle Imbrescu, de la Biserica Boteanu din Bucure\u015fti\u201d. (P\u0103rintele Zosim Oancea-\u00cenchisorile unui preot ortodox. Ed. Christiana, Bucure\u015fti, 2004, p. 95).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 momentele sublime de t\u0103cere \u015fi de \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tur\u0103 emo\u0163ional\u0103 pe care s-a urcat ca pe o scar\u0103 de m\u0103tase, g\u00e2ndul de mul\u0163umire la ceruri, sclipirile Bradului temerar se aud c\u00e2ntate de aceea\u015fi voce serafic\u0103:<\/strong><\/p>\n

O, brad frumos, ce sf\u00e2nt erai<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen alt\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 v\u0103d copil cu p\u0103r b\u0103lai<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei ochii de cicoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Rev\u0103d un alb \u015fi sf\u00e2nt c\u0103min<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei chipul mamei sfinte,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Imagini de Cr\u0103ciun senin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-apar \u015fi azi \u2018nainte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un brad cu daruri \u015fi lumini<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen amintiri s-arat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin vis z\u00e2mbe\u015fte ca un crin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copilul de-alt\u0103dat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Azi nu mai vine Mo\u015f Cr\u0103ciun<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca-n noaptea de cenu\u015f\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ci doar durerile-mi s-adun\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi pl\u00e2ng\u0103 dup\u0103 u\u015f\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Trosne\u015fte lac\u0103tul de fier,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se stige c\u00e2te-o via\u0163\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-aude glas de temnicer<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe lespedea de ghea\u0163\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Om\u0103tul spulberat de v\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se cerne prin z\u0103brele<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-mi pare temni\u0163a morm\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Al tinere\u0163ii mele.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (Radu Gyr- O, brad frumos, cit. de P\u0103rintele Zosim Oancea. Op. cit. p. 97).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Na\u015fterea Domnului la penitenciarul Suceava \u00een anul 1948.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Foametea, mizeria, boala, chinurile, injuriile, loviturile, suferin\u0163a se adunau toate \u00eentr-o durere ce str\u0103b\u0103tea p\u00e2n\u0103-n temelii firavele, pl\u0103p\u00e2ndele dar frumoasele fiin\u0163e legionare, ce-\u015fi mototoleau n\u0103dejdea \u00een voia lui Dumnezeu, \u00een temni\u0163a Securit\u0103\u0163ii din Suceava. Nici una dintre ele nu putea s\u0103rb\u0103tori Na\u015fterea Pruncului, dec\u00e2t \u00eenecate de lacrimile dorului de acas\u0103. Colindul fredonat pe r\u00e2nd, la z\u0103brelele celulei, era \u00eeng\u00e2nat de un c\u00e2ntec de leag\u0103n.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dormi copilul mamii, nani, nani,<\/strong><\/p>\n

A plecat \u015fi ultimul l\u0103stun.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ruginir\u0103 plopii \u015fi tufanii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei din temni\u0163a ce-i surp\u0103 anii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu s-a mai \u00eentors t\u0103ticul bun.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toate se \u00eempleteau \u00een S\u0103rb\u0103toare; Colindul , suferin\u0163a, lacrimile \u015fi dorul de cei dragi:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u201cNu voi uita niciodat\u0103, m\u0103rturise\u015fte Dumitru Bordeianu, clipele de duio\u015fie \u015fi \u00een\u0103l\u0163are sufleteasc\u0103, c\u00e2nd, din fiecare celul\u0103 de fete, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu apusul soarelui \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 la stingere, ocupantele ie\u015feau pe r\u00e2nd la geamul celulei \u015fi c\u00e2ntau. Nu mi s-a p\u0103rut vreodat\u0103 un c\u00e2ntec mai dulce, mai suav, mai \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103tor spre cer, dec\u00e2t vocea acestor privighetori \u00eenchise dup\u0103 gratii. Ceea ce a impresionat p\u00e2n\u0103 la lacrimi pe to\u0163i aresta\u0163ii erau c\u00e2ntecele de leag\u0103n pe care le c\u00e2ntau mamele ai c\u0103ror copii nu mai \u015ftiau de ele\u201d. (Dumitru Bordeianu-M\u0103rturisiri din mla\u015ftina disper\u0103rii. Ed. Scara, Bucure\u015fti, 2001, p. 61).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Na\u015fterea Sf\u00e2ntului Prunc \u00een lag\u0103rul de prizonieri de la M\u0103n\u0103st\u00e2rca din anul 1948.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen lag\u0103rele de munc\u0103 r\u0103sp\u00e2ndite pe tot cuprinsul Rusiei sovietice erau \u00een afara prizonierilor de r\u0103zboi \u015fi legionari, fie\u00a0 dintre cei para\u015futa\u0163i din Vestul Europei, fie condamna\u0163i ca du\u015fmani ai comunismului. Astfel sunt cunoscute numele lui Nicu Popescu-Vorkuta, care \u015fi-a scris cutremur\u0103toarele m\u0103rturii \u00een cartea Un legionar dincolo de cercul polar, m\u0103rturiile p\u0103rintelui Dimitrie Bejani-Oranki-Amintiri din captivitate, sau cele ale profesorului Eugen Ra\u0163iu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2026\u00cen lag\u0103r la M\u0103n\u0103st\u00e2rca, \u00een toate bordeiele ardeau fe\u015ftile, \u00eentre ramurile pinilor, pe care at\u00e2rnau juc\u0103rii confec\u0163ionate din placaj \u015fi carton. Pentru cine erau toate aceste nimicuri? Inimile celor ce \u00eempodobiser\u0103 bradul le \u00eenchinaser\u0103 copiilor care, \u00een col\u0163ul de sub icoan\u0103, al\u0103turi de m\u0103mica lor, \u00eel implorau pe Mo\u015f Cr\u0103ciun s\u0103-l aduc\u0103 pe t\u0103ticul \u00eenapoi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen bordeiul 15 ne adunam \u015fi, l\u00e2ng\u0103 bradul din col\u0163, la lumina opai\u0163ului, c\u00e2ntam colindele Pruncului n\u0103scut \u00een Betleemul Iudeii. U\u015for, lini\u015ftit, ca \u00eentr-o poveste spus\u0103 de bunic, se dep\u0103na firul sfintelor amintiri.\u00a0 Ultimul colind aducea rou\u0103 \u00een ochii tuturor robi\u0163ilor:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub fereastra amintirii ne-adun\u0103m,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sufletul de alt\u0103dat\u0103-l colind\u0103m.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cad n\u0103me\u0163ii \u015fi pierim<\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 cruce, f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163ar\u0103, velerim!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trec \u00een caravan\u0103 magii dorului,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Peste fruntea rece-a lupt\u0103torului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Brazii ard \u00een vatra vechiului c\u0103tun,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noi pornim colindul unui nou Cr\u0103ciun.<\/strong><\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul nostru-n g\u00e2ndul \u0163\u0103rii s\u0103-mpletim<\/strong><\/p>\n

Flor de ghea\u0163\u0103-ntr-o cunun\u0103, velerim!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Dimirie Bejan-Oranki-Amintiri din captivitate. Ed. Tehnic\u0103, Bucure\u015fti, 1995, p.)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fiul pedepsei legionarii care au supravie\u0163uit au fost repatria\u0163i. Numai c\u0103 la gar\u0103 nu-i a\u015ftepta nimeni al\u0163ii dec\u00e2t securi\u015ftii spre a-i aresta\u00a0 sub \u00eenvinuiri \u00eenchipuite \u015fi tocmite de ei. Nicu Popescu-Vorkuta, Eugen Ra\u0163iu \u015fi mul\u0163i al\u0163ii, \u015fi-au \u00eenceput deten\u0163ia pe vremea lui Carol al II-lea, au continuat-o \u00een lag\u0103rele naziste, apoi \u00een guberniile ruse\u015fti \u015fi din nou acas\u0103 (\u00een temni\u0163\u0103), \u00een patria pe care au slujit-o cu drag \u015fi jertf\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cr\u0103ciunul anului 1949 \u00een \u00eenchisoarea Pite\u015fti<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Cu<\/em> fulgii de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u015fura\u0163i \u00een g\u00e2ndurile reci, cu discu\u0163iile de nemul\u0163umire at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd ca ni\u015fte \u0163ur\u0163uri pe du\u015fumeaua glaciar\u0103 aidoma\u00a0 lespedei de afar\u0103 mul\u0163i de\u0163inu\u0163i \u00ee\u015fi tr\u0103iau ultimile zv\u00e2rcoliri. \u00cen piepturile mai tinere \u00eens\u0103, sufletele evadau din temni\u0163e. \u201c\u00cen Ajunul Cr\u0103ciunului, poveste\u015fte Ioan Ianolide, m\u0103 m\u0103rturisisem, la semnalul dat \u00een \u0163eava caloriferului dintr-o celul\u0103 unde era un preot\u2026Bucurii m\u0103 inundau \u00een cele din ad\u00e2ncuri, \u00een\u0163elesuri noi se deslu\u015feau \u015fi cerurile se deschideau uimitor:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O, brad frumos,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Copil b\u0103lai, Cr\u0103ciun \u015fi brad<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au stins \u00een alte zile,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi numai lacrimile cad<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe-ng\u0103lbenite file\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen bezna temni\u0163ei m\u0103 fr\u00e2ng<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub grele lespezi mute,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-mpov\u0103rat de doruri pl\u00e2ng<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe amintiri pierdute.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Om\u0103tul spulberat de v\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se cerne prin z\u0103brele<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-mi pare lespedea mom\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Al tinere\u0163ii mele\u2026\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Ioan Ianolide-Intoarcerea la Hristos. Ed. Christiana, Bucure\u015fti, 2006, p. 262).\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Na\u015fterea Domnului la temni\u0163a Copiilor din T\u00e2rg\u015for \u00een iarna lui 1949.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 De\u015fi ferestrele celulelor erau astupate cu sc\u00e2ndur\u0103, \u00een sufletele mocnite de durere ale condamna\u0163ilor f\u0103r\u0103 vin\u0103, mai lic\u0103rea \u00eentr-un ungher c\u00e2te un bob de jar. \u201c\u00centr-una din cele dou\u0103 camere ale \u201cizol\u0103rii\u201d, se \u00eenfiripase un cor dirijat de viitorul preot Ion Fulea din Sibiu, povese\u015fte Luca C\u0103lv\u0103r\u0103san (arestat ca elev al Fr\u0103\u0163iilor de Cruce). Colindele acestuia str\u0103b\u0103teau pere\u0163ii desp\u0103r\u0163itori ai camerelor de \u201c\u00eenchisoare \u00een \u00eenchisoare\u201d-izolarea-, asfel \u00eenc\u00e2t puteau fin auzite de cei de \u201cafar\u0103\u201d. R\u0103spunsul celor din urm\u0103 n-a \u00eent\u00e2rziat. Grigore Istrate compusese \u201cPlugu\u015forul de la T\u00e2rg\u015for\u201d, unicat al produc\u0163iilor lirice carcerale, care a \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u0103sune peste toat\u0103 temni\u0163a.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Deosebit de impresionant a fost \u015fi faptul c\u0103 oamenii din sat au venit cu daruri pentru eklvii din \u00eenchisoare\u201d. (Luca C\u0103lv\u0103r\u0103san, Istoria \u00een lacrimi. Episodul T\u00e2rg\u015for \u015fi altele. 2 vol. Editura Bucura Sibiu, 1998, p. 210).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S\u0103b\u0103toarea prin reeducare, a Na\u015fterii Sf\u00e2ntului Prunc <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een Decembrie 1950, la temuta \u00eenchisoare Pite\u015fti.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci torturile administrate cu destul\u0103 u\u015furin\u0163\u0103 de venerabilii st\u0103p\u00e2ni erau \u201cacceptate\u201d , \u00een Ajunul s\u0103rb\u0103torii, degradarea absolut\u0103 a intrat \u00een sfera patologicului, ating\u00e2nd paroxismul sataniz\u0103rii. \u00cen fiecare celul\u0103 persista permanent o putoare dezgust\u0103toare, de continu\u0103 vom\u0103. \u00cen Noaptea Alb\u0103 a Cr\u0103ciunului, temnicerii a\u015fterneau\u00a0 cruzimea beznei lor m\u00e2r\u015fave\u00a0 peste tot, cu vacarm \u015fi loviri. Fiecare de\u0163inut s-a retras \u00een intimitatea lui imagin\u00e2ndu-se \u00een preajma celor dragi de acas\u0103. Visul sau reveria, n-a durat \u00eens\u0103 mult\u2026\u201d\u00cen diminea\u0163a Cr\u0103ciunului (m\u0103rturise\u015fte Dumitru Bordeianu), \u00eendat\u0103 ce a sunat de\u015fteptarea la ora \u015fase, Zaharia, unul din tor\u0163ionarii-pedagogi ai reeduc\u0103rii a dat ordin ca de acum \u00eencolo \u00een fiecare diminea\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 lu\u0103m pozi\u0163ie fix\u0103 pe prici, iar cei care aveau nevoie s\u0103 ias\u0103 la urin\u0103 \u015fi scaun, nu o vor mai face la tinet\u0103, ci \u00een propria lor gamel\u0103 pentru m\u00e2ncare\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Doamne! Ce scabrozitate, ce \u00eenjosire, ce degradare!\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 (Dumitru Bordeianu, op. cit. p.198)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Cr\u0103ciunul la cea mai fioroas\u0103 temni\u0163\u0103-Aiud, \u00een anul 1952.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 De\u015fi aveau toate p\u00e2rghiile puterii, ba mai mult erau sprijini\u0163i de bol\u015fevicii st\u0103p\u00e2ni pe \u0163ar\u0103, de\u015fi \u00eentraga Elit\u0103 cre\u015ftin\u0103 se afla \u00een \u00eenchisorile din \u0163ar\u0103, totu\u015fi ateii comuni\u015fti tremurau \u015fi ei, c\u0103 flac\u0103ra cre\u015ftin\u0103 nu numai c\u0103 nu se stinsese, dar devenise un ditamai vulcanul, care arunca lava sa fierbinte de jertf\u0103 peste tot \u00een jurui. Temnicerii din ordinul mai marilor lor, \u00een preajma s\u0103rb\u0103torilor, deveneau mai \u201caten\u0163i\u201d: confiscau obiectele cu simboluri cre\u015ftine, \u00eenjurau mai des, loveau mai aprig, izolau continuu, n\u0103pusteau \u00eentunericul peste tot, tocmeau \u015fi premiau delatorii, interziceau \u00eenchinarea \u015fi chiar rug\u0103ciunea, dar spiritul de sacrificiu al multora nu-l putea opri.\u00a0 Athanasie Berzescu \u00een amintirile legate de Cr\u0103ciunul anului 1952, ne m\u0103rturise\u015fe: \u201c\u2026\u00cen sf\u00e2r\u015fit semnalul de colinde s-a dat. Noi to\u0163i cei din celul\u0103, patru la num\u0103r, cu expresia fe\u0163ei din copil\u0103rie, cu inima sv\u00e2cnind \u00een piept, cu m\u00e2inile \u00eenfipte \u00een z\u0103brele, cu ochii aprin\u015fi sc\u00e2nteind \u00een noapte, \u00eencepem colindul \u201cO, ce Veste minunat\u0103!\u201d, continu\u00e2nd pe aceea\u015fi melodie cu \u201cA venit \u015fi-aici Cr\u0103ciunul, colindul lui Radu Gyr. Gardienii b\u0103teau dispera\u0163i cu pumnii \u015fi cu picioarele \u00een u\u015fi, amenin\u0163\u00e2ndu-ne \u015fi ordon\u00e2ndu-ne s\u0103 \u00eencet\u0103m\u2026Popula\u0163iaAiudului s-a adunat \u00een jurul \u00eenchisorii. Ascultau uimi\u0163i colindul, ca la urm\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2nte \u015fi ei cu noi\u2026Am tr\u0103it \u015fi am sim\u0163it ad\u00e2nc aceste momente sublime. \u00cen acele clipe puteau s\u0103 se deschid\u0103 u\u015file toate, gardienii s\u0103 ne ucid\u0103, c\u0103 nou\u0103 nu ne mai era fric\u0103 de nimic. Eram \u00een Dumnezeu \u015fi Dumnezeu \u00een noi\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Numai temni\u0163a posac\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

a-mpietrit sub promoroac\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103m \u00een bezna grea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

pentru noi nu-i stea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cerul nu se-aprinde.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru os\u00e2ndi\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cengerii gr\u0103bi\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu aduc colinde.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Flor Strjnicu,, op. cit. p.143).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Na\u015fterea lui Iisus Hristos \u00een mina Cavnic a anului 1952.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Febra preg\u0103tirilor de s\u0103rb\u0103toare era \u00een toi. Nu, nu-i vorba de cre\u015ftini-de\u0163inu\u0163i, ci de gardienii \u015fi st\u0103p\u00e2nii lor: o stare de alarm\u0103 prelungit\u0103, perchezi\u0163ie general\u0103 mult timp \u015fi afar\u0103 pe ger dezbr\u0103ca\u0163i la piele, izolarea \u00een celule separate a celor mai ne\u00eenfrica\u0163i cu lan\u0163uri la picioare, hrana mai proast\u0103 \u015fi mai rar\u0103, carcer\u0103 \u015fi b\u0103taie la discr\u0163ie, noaptea exerci\u0163ii de alarm\u0103\u2026Ordinile severe veneau mult mai de sus, ca m\u0103suri de \u201cprevnire\u201d a manifest\u0103rilor religioase.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cC\u00e2nd am intrat \u00een min\u0103 (spune Ion Ioanid), \u00een galeriile \u00eentunecate care ne deveniser\u0103 prietene, toat\u0103 mina a \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u0103sune de colindele pe care le c\u00e2ntam. Mai ales vocile preo\u0163ilor, printre care a lui Popa Scai sau basul extraordinar al unui legionar ardelean, pe nume Cium\u0103u, cutremurau galeriile. C\u00e2nd am ie\u015fit din corfe la orizontul 200 unde lucram noi, din cerime at\u00e2rna o creang\u0103 de brad, \u00eempodobit\u0103 cu panglici colorate. O puseser\u0103 acolo artificierii civili. Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce de\u0163inu\u0163ii desc\u0103rcau corfele, cre\u015ftea num\u0103rul vocilor din corul condus de Popa Scai. Mai bine de o jum\u0103tate de or\u0103 nimeni n-a plecat la locul lui de munc\u0103 \u015fi s-au c\u00e2ntat colindele cunoscute de tot rom\u00e2nul, dar \u015fi cele cunoscute numai de lumea \u00eenchisorilor\u2026\u201d.(Ion Ioanid, Inchisoarea noastr\u0103 cea de toate zilele, vol. I. Ed. Albatros, Bucure\u015fti, 1991, p. 118).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Noaptea de Cr\u0103ciun pentru cea mai viteaz\u0103 partizan\u0103 Lenu\u0163a Faina.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Elena Lenu\u0163a Faina a fost Liderul de necontestat al Mi\u015fc\u0103rii Feminine de Rezisten\u0163\u0103. Curajul, devotamentul, iscusin\u0163a, b\u0103rb\u0103\u0163ia a\u015f-i putea spune cu care f\u0103cea fa\u0163\u0103 oric\u0103rei situa\u0163ii, groaza r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2ndul Securit\u0103\u0163ii, de a-i sc\u0103pa mereu printre degete a f\u0103cut-o celebr\u0103 \u015fi de temut. Onoarea cu care a suportat \u00eenchisoarea a f\u0103cut-o demn\u0103 de admirat \u015fi vrednic\u0103 de cinstire. \u201cEra \u00een anul 1952. \u00cen Ajunul Cr\u0103ciunului (m\u0103rturise\u015fte Eroina noastr\u0103), la ora 12 noaptea a venit Securitatea s\u0103 m\u0103 aresteze. Dormeam \u00een acela\u015f pat cu fata b\u0103diei Oancea. Aceasta era mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 dec\u00e2t mine, dar \u015fi ea brunet\u0103 cu p\u0103rul \u00eempletit \u00een dou\u0103 codi\u0163e, sem\u0103na mult cu mine. C\u00e2nd u\u015fa s-a deschis cu zgomot mare, a ap\u0103rut \u00een prag Dordea, un prieten al familiei noastre, care locuia \u00een Sibiu \u015fi \u015ftia unde m\u0103 ascundeam. Mic de statur\u0103 \u015fi cam sl\u0103bu\u0163 avea \u00een spatele lui trei c\u0103pitani voinici. Le era fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu trag \u00een ei cu vreo arm\u0103 automat\u0103. S-au pomenit \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 cu dou\u0103 fete asem\u0103n\u0103toare. Mi-am dat seama c\u0103 c\u0103 nu \u015ftiau pe care s-a someze \u015fi le-am spus\u201d \u201cEu sunt Elena Faina\u201d.(Lacrima Prigoanei vol. 2. Ed. Gama, 1997, p.167)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Na\u015fterea Pruncului Sf\u00e2nt la penitenciarul din T\u00e2rgu-Ocna.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cEa o iarn\u0103 lini\u015ftit\u0103,- \u00ee\u015fi va aminti mi t\u00e2rziu Ioan Ianolide- cu z\u0103pad\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 ger. Dealurile dimprejur \u00eenc\u0103run\u0163iser\u0103. Clopotele de la Schit ne vesteau rug\u0103ciunile c\u0103lug\u0103rilor \u015fi ne uneam cu ei \u015fi cu toa\u0103 suflarea cre\u015ftin\u0103 \u00eentr-o rug\u0103ciune mut\u0103. Este cu neputin\u0163\u0103 ca rugile t\u0103cute rev\u0103rsate \u00een v\u0103zduh de oamenii aceia \u00eencol\u0163i\u0163i \u00eentre moarte \u015fi tortur\u0103 s\u0103 nu fi fost primite. Ele au fost auzite \u00een ceruri, ele au adus cerurile pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi cred c\u0103 Dumnezeu se va milostivi de lumea asta \u015fi pentru sufletele acelea mari \u015fi credincioase din T\u00e2rgu-Ocna.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen camera 4 erau atunci a\u015feza\u0163i, printre al\u0163ii, arhimandritul Gherasim Iscu, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el un evreu \u015fi fost politruc sovietic, acum sionist, \u00een fine, Ion, prietenul meu din Pite\u015fti, care era foarte bolnav. Pe parta dreapt\u0103 a camerei, \u00eentr-un pat era Valeriu, fratele meu cel mai drag.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ion \u015fi p\u0103rintele Gherasim se g\u0103seau \u00een stare grav\u0103. Valeriu se ref\u0103cuse un pic \u015fi, dup\u0103 pravila de rug\u0103ciune obi\u015fnuit\u0103, se concentra acum s\u0103 compun\u0103 c\u00e2teva poezii testamentere. De asemenea dorea ca \u00een seara aceasta s\u0103 alc\u0103tuiasc\u0103 un colind special pentru T\u00e2rgu-Ocna.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Cu sfial\u0103 m-am apropiat de p\u0103rintele Gherasim ca s\u0103 v\u0103d cum \u00eei este. M-a sim\u0163it \u015fi a deschis ochii mari, negri, ad\u00e2nci:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 -Ai venit?…M\u0103 bucur\u2026Eram departe, \u00een locuri de verdea\u0163\u0103, de c\u00e2ntec de mireasm\u0103, f\u0103urite din lumini. Acolo e minunat. E pace. De fapt, nu se poate exprima ce e acolo. E at\u00e2ta fericire, \u00eenc\u00e2t chiar bucuria de a te vedea e o suferin\u0163\u0103 prin contrastul dintre cele dou\u0103 lumi. Voi pleca \u00een cur\u00e2nd, poate chiar acum, \u00een noaptea de Cr\u0103ciun. \u015ei acesta e un dar al Domnului. Nu \u015ftiu cum s\u0103-I mul\u0163umesc\u2026Nu \u015ftiu cum s\u0103-i fac pe oameni s\u0103-L tr\u0103iasc\u0103 pe Dumnezeu, deplina bucurie\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 S-a oprit pu\u0163in, a respirat ad\u00e2nc, apoi a reluat:<\/strong><\/p>\n

-Aici va fi \u00eentr-o zi pelerinaj\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe malul Trotu\u015fului<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103 robii Domnului,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenjuga\u0163i la jugul Lui.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar c\u00e2ntarea lor e mut\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103-i din suferin\u0163\u0103 mult\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-i cu lacrimi \u00eempletit\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen inima robului,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Domnu-\u015ei face ieslea Lui,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea Cr\u0103ciunului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Flori de crin din ceruri plou\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Peste ieslea Lui cea nou\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei din flori picur\u0103 rou\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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St\u0103 un copila\u015f \u00een zare<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei prive\u015fte cu mirare<\/strong><\/p>\n

La fereastra de-nchisoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 micul copila\u015f<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a oprit un \u00eengera\u015f,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce-i \u015fopte\u015fe dr\u0103g\u0103la\u015f:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cAzi Cr\u0103ciunul s-a mutat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din palat la \u00eenchisoare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde-i Domnu-ntemni\u0163at\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015ei copilul cel din zare<\/strong><\/p>\n

A venit la \u00eenchisoare<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 praznic mare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Valeriu Gafencu-Colind, citat de Monahul Moise \u00een Sf\u00e2ntul \u00eenchisorilor. Ed. Re\u00eentregirea, Alba Iulia, 2007, p.304)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cr\u0103ciunul exilului legionar<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 La ini\u0163iativa diplomatului Traian Popescu, legionarii auto-exila\u0163i \u00een Spania au g\u0103sit mijlocul de a atrage aten\u0163ia celorlalte \u0163\u0103ri asupra atrocit\u0103\u0163ilor comise de regimul comunist \u00een Rom\u00e2nia. Astfel, au fost editate la Madrid 54 serii de vignete filatelice cu caracter istoric, religios, comemorativ, toate av\u00e2nd acela\u015fi tematic\u0103-obiectiv\u0103: lupta anticomunist\u0103. Aceste vignete circulau pe coresponden\u0163\u0103 al\u0103turi de timbrele oficiale ale \u0163\u0103rii de unde se f\u0103cea expedi\u0163ia, din 10 Mai 1954 p\u00e2n\u0103-n 25 Decembrie 1969. Desenul,\u00a0 apar\u0163in\u00e2nd pictori\u0163ei rom\u00e2nce Olga Vasilovschi, reprzint\u0103 o celul\u0103 de \u00eenchisoare \u015fi silueta unui de\u0163inut cu lan\u0163uri \u015fi greut\u0103\u0163i la picioare, pe care apar simbolurile comuniste, secerea \u015fi ciocanul. Ansamblul \u00eenruchipeaz\u0103 neamul rom\u00e2nesc \u00eenc\u0103tu\u015fat de comunism. Printre gratiile ferestrei se strecoar\u0103 lumina stelei de la Betleem, iar sub bl\u00e2nda ei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere de\u0163inutul rememoreaz\u0103 tradi\u0163iile rom\u00e2ne\u015fti ale Cr\u0103ciunului de alt\u0103dat\u0103. Pe fiecare vignet\u0103 st\u0103 scris \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103, englez\u0103, francez\u0103 \u015fi spaniol\u0103, \u201cCr\u0103ciunul 1963 \u00een Europa de Est\u201d\u2026(Traian Popescu\/Flor Strejnicu, Din lupta exilului rom\u00e2nesc din Spania \u00eempotriva comunismului.\u00a0 Ed. Imago, Sibiu, 1994).<\/strong><\/p>\n

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