{"id":29244,"date":"2017-03-17T12:59:46","date_gmt":"2017-03-17T12:59:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29244"},"modified":"2017-03-17T16:28:05","modified_gmt":"2017-03-17T16:28:05","slug":"rapirea-basarabiei","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/03\/17\/rapirea-basarabiei\/","title":{"rendered":"R\u0103pirea Basarabiei"},"content":{"rendered":"

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R\u0102PIREA\u00a0 BASARABIEI<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Colocviile de Mar\u021bi <\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Mar\u021bi 28 martie\u00a0 2017, 5 pm, Calderon 39. <\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/a>Anul VIII, nr. 3<\/span><\/a> (89).\u00a0 <\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tema:\u00a0\u00a0 PROMESSE\u00a0 DU\u00a0 BONHEUR<\/span><\/a>\u00a0<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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Memento martie 2017: \u00a0<\/strong><\/em>200 n Arany Janos –\u00a0 175 m Stendhal \u2013 110 n Eliade – 100 n Dinu Lipatti – 100 n Dimitrie Stelaru\u00a0 – 84 n Nichita St\u0103nescu<\/p>\n

\u00cen program:<\/em><\/p>\n

Solo pian Viniciu Moroianu: muzic\u0103 inspirat\u0103, compus\u0103 de Dinu Lipatti <\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00cent\u00e2lnire cu Adina Cezar<\/em><\/p>\n

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Recital:\u00a0 \u0218tefan\u00a0 Opreanu<\/em><\/p>\n

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Interven\u021bii<\/em>:<\/p>\n

Silvia Cinca: La Europa Liber\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

George Anca: Fericire Beyle, Arhetipuri Eliade<\/em><\/p>\n

Mircea Colo\u0219enco: De la Dimitrie Stelaru la Nichita St\u0103nescu<\/em><\/p>\n

Valentina Bilcea: Haret-Paris-Bucure\u0219ti<\/em><\/p>\n

Viorel Speteanu: R\u0103pirea Basarabiei\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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Teatru de Poezie<\/em>: <\/em>Pu\u0219i Dinulescu, Florin Costinescu, Gheorghe D\u0103nil\u0103, Gabriela T\u0103nase, Vali Pena<\/p>\n

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Lansare de carte<\/em><\/p>\n

Silvia Zabarcencu: nic\u0103ieri\u00a0 \u00een\u00a0 ora\u0219ul acesta<\/em>, roman, Ed. Mantaua lui Gogol, 2016\u00a0 – \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Lectur\u0103: Doina Ghi\u021bescu<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Coordonator: Dr. George Anca<\/em><\/p>\n

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DIMITRIE\u00a0 GRAMA<\/p>\n

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Dialoguri<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u2026..se apropie
\nde banca mea pustie
\ntimida ma intreaba.
\n\u201enu mai e nimeni
\npe aici?
\nesti singur?\u201d<\/p>\n

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da, singur
\nsunt parasit aici
\nde cineva si
\nnu mai stiu
\nde cine
\ndemult sunt singur
\nam uitat de fapt\u2026.<\/p>\n

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\u2026apoi, rosindu-se la fata
\nimi spune:
\n\u201esunt fecioara
\nun sot imi caut
\no casa
\nnu cumva sti\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

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nu stiu raspund
\ncu voce aspra
\n(tresar, nu-i vocea mea!)
\n\u2026o lume noua
\nun soare care ma orbeste
\nun aer tare si
\nuite, ma inec
\nmai bine tac\u2026.<\/p>\n

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\u2026 vine si se aseaza
\npe banca langa mine
\nma ia de mana
\ntace.<\/p>\n

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un vant venit
\nde nu se stie unde
\nne mangaie
\nsi fruntile
\nsi pieptul\u2026<\/p>\n

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acum, din piatra
\nnoi amandoi
\nprivim doar inainte.<\/p>\n

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Dimitrie, martie 2017<\/p>\n

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Nevasta \u015fefului de gar\u0103……!<\/em><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Poveste\u015fte Victor Eftimiu: \u201eToamna lui 1911\u2026 Era director la Teatrul Na\u0163ional din Craiova Emil G\u00e2rleanu<\/strong>, iar secretar literar Liviu Rebreanu<\/strong>, pe vremea ministeriatului acelui om amabil, sur\u00e2z\u0103tor \u015fi prieten al arti\u015ftilor, C. C. Arion. Pentru c\u0103 era \u00eenalt, blond, cu ochii alba\u015ftri-cenusii \u015fi foarte calm, Liviu Rebreanu fusese botezat, de c\u0103tre G\u00e2rleanu, Neam\u0163ul<\/em>. A\u015fa i-am spus noi c\u00e2\u0163iva ani, p\u00e2n\u0103 a murit Emil G\u00e2rleanu \u015fi ni s-au desp\u0103r\u0163it c\u0103r\u0103rile fiec\u0103ruia \u015fi nu ne-a mai ars de r\u00e2sete \u015fi de glume.<\/p>\n

G\u00e2rleanu \u00ee\u015fi inaugura prima direc\u0163ie cu \u00cen\u015fir\u0103te m\u0103rg\u0103rite<\/em> \u015fi Rapsozii<\/em>, un act inedit al meu, scris pentru aceast\u0103 festivitate, o apoteoz\u0103 a lui Alecsandri \u015fi Eminescu. Un grup de scriitori au pornit din Bucure\u015fti spre Craiova cu bilete galbene, oferite de bunul ministru. Erau printre ei Octavian Goga, D. Anghel, St. O. Iosif, Cincinat Pavelescu<\/strong>. Parc\u0103 m\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een compartimentul de clasa I cu Octavian Goga \u015fi St. O. Iosif, tineri cu to\u0163ii, Goga \u015fi cu mine foarte veseli, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd mereu, iar bietul Steo \u2013 proasp\u0103t r\u0103nit de o dram\u0103 familial\u0103, p\u0103r\u0103sit de femeia iubit\u0103, tot o scriitoare, care c\u0103l\u0103torea \u00een acela\u015fi tren, \u00een alt vagon, cu D. Anghel -, St. O. Iosif, trist, cu un sur\u00e2s amar pe buze, cu ochii tivi\u0163i cu ro\u015fu de at\u00e2ta pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

Pe la Slatina sau Piatra-Olt, la una din ferestrele g\u0103rii \u2013 probabil locuin\u0163a \u015fefului \u2013 o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 femeie privea trenul \u015fi-i urm\u0103rea plecarea cu melancolie. \u015ei-n ritmul ro\u0163ilor, cu imaginea acelei tinere femei \u00een suflet, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 scand\u0103m, c\u00e2te\u015fitrei \u2013 Goga, Iosif \u015fi cu mine \u2013 poezia Nevasta \u015fefului de gar\u0103\u2026<\/strong>,<\/em> ap\u0103rut\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu, sub o semn\u0103tur\u0103 tripl\u0103 \u00een revista Flac\u0103ra.<\/em><\/p>\n

Duc\u00e2ndu-\u015fi via\u0163a solitar\u0103,
\nUn suflet trist \u015fi vis\u0103tor,
\nNevasta \u015fefului de gar\u0103
\nS-a \u00eendr\u0103gostit de-un c\u0103l\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

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Dar trenul a plecat, \u015fi-n goana
\nCu care monstrul a trecut
\n\u00cen suflet i-a l\u0103sat icoana
\nFrumosului necunoscut\u2026<\/p>\n

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De-atunci trec zile, nop\u0163i de-a r\u00e2ndul
\n\u015ei trenuri trec ne\u00eencetat
\nEa st\u0103 \u015fi ast\u0103zi, a\u015ftept\u00e2ndu-l
\nLa geamul ve\u015fnic luminat\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u015ei trenuri vin \u015fi pleac\u0103 iar
\n\u015ei nu \u015ftiu r\u0103nile ce-o dor\u2026
\nNevasta \u015fefului de gar\u0103
\nS-a \u00eendr\u0103gostit de-un c\u0103l\u0103tor!<\/p>\n

La un moment dat a venit \u00een vagonul nostru Cincinat Pavelescu, c\u0103ruia unul din noi \u00eei citi poezia. Cu spiritul s\u0103u epigramatic, Cincinat ne propuse un alt final:<\/p>\n

\u015ei trenuri vin \u015fi pleac\u0103 iar
\n\u015ei plictisit\u0103-ntr-un t\u00e2rziu,
\nNevasta \u015fefului de gar\u0103
\nA deraiat c-un macagiu\u2026<\/p>\n

\u015ei iat\u0103 cum, \u00een anul de gra\u0163ie 1911, s-a realizat colaborarea a patru poe\u0163i rom\u00e2ni \u00een drum spre Cetatea Banilor.\u201d<\/p>\n

sursa: Victor Eftimiu, Portrete \u015fi amintiri<\/em>, Bucure\u015fti, Editura pentru Literatur\u0103, 1965, pag.152-154<\/p>\n

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SILVIA ZABARCENCU<\/div>\n

Bun\u0103 ziua, domnule George Anca,<\/p>\n

Am citit aproape toate textele din e-mailul \u201e Arhetipuri Eliade.\u201d( Cel \u00een limba englez\u0103, din p\u0103cate, nu.) Anticipam ieri, atingerea, prin lectur\u0103, a marginii unei \u021bes\u0103turi feerice? O, Doamne ! exclam azi, dup\u0103 ce, prin intredeschiz\u0103tura abia-abia dibuit\u0103, am avut \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor min\u021bii nepreg\u0103tite s\u0103-\u0219i\u201eprelucreze\u201d nout\u0103\u021bile \u00een timp real, re-definirile, re-categorisirile erudi\u021bilor autori profunzi adu\u0219i \u00een pagina de e-mail, prin care par a originaliza, pe alocuri \u0219i doar formal, vastele sinteze ale lui Eliade \u00een ve\u0219m\u00e2ntul mai frust(?), \u00eentru inteligibilitate, al adev\u0103rurilor dezv\u0103luite lui…. O, Doamne, exclam naiv, f\u0103r\u0103-ndr\u0103zneal\u0103, de parc\u0103 a\u0219 privi cerurile deschise din unu-n altul, pe orizontal\u0103, spre f\u0103r\u0103-sf\u00e2r\u0219itul dinapoi…<\/p>\n

Tandr\u0103, vis\u0103toare, privirea a urmat conturul fiec\u0103rei litere din scrisorile reproduse \u00een facsimil, adresate de Mircea Eliade dumneavoastr\u0103, so\u021biei \u0219i fiicei dumneavoastr\u0103. Energia lor difuz\u0103, a indus z\u0103bovirii asupra caligrafiei, un fel de solemnitate. Dar via\u021ba \u0219i puterea cuvintelor lui Eliade a lucrat, din c\u00e2te se poate constata citindu-i epistola, \u0219i asupra doamnei Mihaela Vulc\u0103nescu. Dup\u0103 citirea \u201eTreptelor pentru Mircea Vulc\u0103nescu\u201dexperien\u021bele supra-fire\u0219ti tr\u0103ite de sora \u00eendurerat\u0103 fac dovada acestei stranii puteri.<\/p>\n

Dar iat\u0103 c\u0103, numaidec\u00e2t, apare-n g\u00e2nd avertismentul Sf\u00e2ntului Apostol Pavel: \u201e Cerceta\u021bi duhurile !\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u0218i-acum, \u00eenchei<\/p>\n

.. dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu, pentru c\u0103 m\u0103 urm\u0103re\u0219te o \u00eentrebare: de ce i-au ars lui Eliade at\u00e2tea biblioteci?(dou\u0103, trei…) \u0218i ar mai fi \u0219i alte straniet\u0103\u021bi. Dar, ce \u0219tiu eu ?<\/p>\n

\u00cenchei, a\u0219adar, cu rug\u0103mintea de a-mi fi iertate nes\u0103buitele ie\u0219iri din cercul cuvenitei t\u0103ceri p\u0103strate \u00eenTemplul Mircea Eliade.<\/p>\n

Tocmai a ie\u0219it soarele !<\/p>\n

Silvia Z.<\/p>\n

GEORGE\u00a0 ANCA<\/p>\n

Arderea c\u0103r\u021bilor, propria incinerare (poate \u0219i via India, dar \u0219i s\u0103 nu-i fie profanat cadavrul, ca lui Trifa) intr\u0103 \u00een deconstuirea planetar\u0103, mai ales evreo-rom\u00e2neasc\u0103. Am improvizat selectarea unor texte circulate, speriat de ignorarea fanatic\u0103 a aniversarii sale (n-am v\u0103zut dec\u00eet un \u021bip\u0103t salutar al lui Cristian B\u0103dili\u021b\u0103).<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>DOU\u0102\u00a0 TR\u0102D\u0102RI<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 Hotine,\u00a0 Hotine,<\/p>\n

P\u0103ze\u0219te-te bine,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 muscalul vine,<\/p>\n

Cu oaste pe tine !<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (C\u00e2ntec vechi)<\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 tr\u0103d\u0103ri au f\u0103cut ca dou\u0103 str\u0103vechi provincii rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti \u2013 Bucovina \u0219i Basarabia – s\u0103 fie \u00eenstr\u0103inate. Povestea acestor tr\u0103d\u0103ri este ast\u0103zi mai pu\u021bin cunoscut\u0103. Tocmai de aceea cred c\u0103 un articol publicat \u00een \u201cUniversul literar<\/strong>\u201d merit\u0103 s\u0103 fie citit chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 un secol de la prima lui apari\u021bie:<\/p>\n

Pentru o tabacher\u0103 de aur \u0219i 5000 de galbeni\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c La 1775, pentru o tabacher\u0103 de aur \u0219i 5000 de galbeni, generalul rus Rumanzof \u0219i-a tr\u0103dat \u021bara; a retras trupele ce comanda \u0219i a l\u0103sat ca Bucovina s\u0103 fie <\/em>ocupat\u0103 <\/em>de trupele austriace. Trei tratate \u0219i tic\u0103lo\u0219ia unui domn al Moldovei – Grigore <\/em>Ghica <\/em>Vod\u0103 \u2013 au \u00eent\u0103rit furti\u0219agul Bucovinei, ca fiind vorba numai de ocuparea unei f\u00e2\u0219ii \u00eenguste de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, unui drum de comunica\u021bie \u00eentre Ardeal \u0219i Pocu\u021bia, dup\u0103 cum fuseser\u0103 <\/em>p\u0103c\u0103li\u021bi <\/em>sau dup\u0103 cum se l\u0103saser\u0103 a fi p\u0103c\u0103li\u021bi mini\u0219trii turci. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u0218i astfel istoria a avut s\u0103 \u00eenregistreze smulgerea de c\u0103tre austriaci din p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u021b\u0103rei rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti a unui <\/em>teritoriu <\/em>care \u00eentrecea \u00een \u00eembel\u0219ugare \u0219i valoare toat\u0103 cealalt\u0103 parte a Moldovei, a peste 300 de ora\u0219e \u0219i sate care mai toate spuneau c\u00e2te un fapt sf\u00e2nt din istoria Moldovei lui Stefan cel Mare \u0219i a lui Petru Rare\u0219<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103darea fra\u021bilor Moruzi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cCu Ardealul cotropit de mult, cu Bucovina \u00eengenunchiat\u0103 coroanei habsburgice, Rom\u00e2niei \u00eei mai era p\u0103strat\u0103 o lovitur\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Despre cele ce s’au petrecut peste dou\u0103zeci de ani, despre urgia ce s’a rev\u0103rsat iar\u0103\u0219i asupra Moldovei c\u00e2nd cu \u00eencheerea unui nou tratat de pace \u00eentre ru\u0219i <\/em>\u0219i turci la 1812, de ast\u0103 dat\u0103 la Bucure\u0219ti, un istoric poveste\u0219te precum urmeaz\u0103:<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cemprejur\u0103rile \u00een care se \u00eencheia tratatul acesta sunt din cele mai ciudate. \u00cen adev\u0103r, Rusia find amenin\u021bat\u0103 de Napoleon cel Mare cu un r\u0103zboi groaznic, nu mai putea \u021bine o\u0219tiri la Dun\u0103re \u0219i prin urmare s\u2019ar fi mul<\/em>\u021b<\/em>umit s\u0103 \u00eencheie pace cu turcii \u00een orice condi\u021biuni. Napoleon chiar \u00een\u0219tiint\u0103 pe sultan s\u0103 nu primeasc\u0103 pacea cerut\u0103 de \u021bar, mai pu\u021bin \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencuviin\u021beze vreo preten\u021biune a lor, c\u0103ci el a declarat r\u0103zboi Rusiei.<\/em><\/p>\n

Din nenorocire, trebile din afar\u0103 ale Por\u021bii se aflau atunci \u00een m\u00e2inile fra\u021bilor Moruzi, cari, ca to\u021bi grecii fanario\u021bi, erau v\u00e2ndu\u021bi ru\u0219ilor<\/strong>. Dragomanul Dimitrie Moruzi fusese \u00eens\u0103rcinat cu trat\u0103rile p\u0103cii la Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i l\u0103sase s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 locul fratele s\u0103u Panaiot. Acesta, cum primi \u0219tafeta lui Napoleon, \u00een loc s\u0103 o traduc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 o dea Sultanului, o trimite grabnic lui Dimitrie, care numai dec\u00e2t o arat\u0103 solilor ruse\u0219ti<\/strong>, \u00een loc sa o dea lui Galip-Effendi, \u00eemputernicitul Por\u021bii. Galip-Effendi, \u00een necuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 de \u00eemprejur\u0103ri, v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 solii ru\u0219i nu mai cer am\u00e2ndou\u0103 principatele \u0219i c\u0103 se mul\u021bumesc cu Basarabia, isc\u0103li pacea. <\/em><\/p>\n

Pu\u021bin dup\u0103 aceea tr\u0103darea Moruzilor se descoperi \u0219i, de\u0219i t\u00e2rziu, ei \u00ee\u0219i primesc r\u0103splata bimeritat\u0103; am\u00e2ndoi sunt decapita\u021bi, iar pe h\u00e2rca lui Panaiot, l\u0103sat\u0103 \u00een vileag trei zile, s’a scris:<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cCunosc\u00e2nd toate treburile politice ale guvernului s\u0103u \u0219i unindu-se cu frate-s\u0103u ca s\u0103 le descopere vr\u0103\u0219ma\u0219ilor Statutul, tr\u0103d\u0103torul a pl\u0103tit aceast\u0103 crim\u0103 cu capul s\u0103u<\/strong>\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u0218i astfel la 16 Maiu 1812, se rupe din p\u0103m\u00e2ntul Moldovei alt\u0103 f\u00e2\u0219ie, ca o f\u00e2\u0219ie de carne, de ast\u0103 dat\u0103 de ceilal\u021bi prieteni, de ru\u0219i. Istoria a \u00eenregistrat faptul a\u0219a cum s’a petrecut, \u00een toat\u0103 tic\u0103lo\u0219ia lui.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Istoria \u00ee\u0219i va spune desigur cuv\u00e2ntul\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c Au trecut de atunci o sut\u0103 de ani (not\u0103: articolul citat a fost publicat \u00een anul 1912). Afacerile politice\u0219ti s’au schimbat \u0219i au schimbat mersul lucrurilor, de-au f\u0103cut ca tic\u0103lo\u0219ia s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 tic\u0103lo\u0219ie, ba \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 sporeasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 se \u00eent\u0103reasc\u0103. Istoria \u00ee\u0219i va spune desigur cuv\u00e2ntul asupra acestor afaceri politice\u0219ti, asupra acestor o sut\u0103 de ani trecu\u021bi \u0219i urma\u0219ii urma\u0219ilor no\u0219tri vor \u0219ti, vor trebui s\u0103 \u0219tie cel pu\u021bin: cum de, vreme de o sut\u0103 de ani s-au l\u0103sat dou\u0103 milioane de rom\u00e2ni prad\u0103 celei mai barbare desna\u021bionaliz\u0103ri; cum de, peste o sut\u0103 de ani Rusiei, prieten\u0103 a Rom\u00e2niei, \u00eei vine gust s\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toreasc\u0103 cucerirea Basarabiei; cum de, cu tot patriotismul de care se face at\u00e2ta caz la noi \u00een Capitala \u021a\u0103rii Rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, numai tineretul s’a asociat la doliul ce este, ce trebuie s\u0103 stea pururi \u00een inimile tuturor rom\u00e2nilor dup\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul moldovenesc de pe malurile Nistrului<\/strong>, s\u0103rutat de osta\u0219ii lui \u0218tefan-cel-Mare \u0219i b\u0103t\u0103torit acum de cazacii moscovi\u021bi. Cel pu\u021bin at\u00e2t va trebui s\u0103 se \u0219tie<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sursa: articolul \u201cCuv\u00e2ntul istoriei<\/strong>\u201d \u2013 semnat A.A.D.<\/strong> \u2013 publicat \u00een num\u0103rul din <\/strong>21 mai 1912 al revistei \u201e<\/strong>Universul literar\u201d<\/strong><\/a> <\/strong>\u2013 citit\u0103 din colec\u021bia Bibliotecii Digitale a Bucure\u0219tilor<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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OM\u00a0 GUPTA<\/p>\n

Mar 12 at 7:21PM<\/p>\n

Dear Dr. George Anca,<\/p>\n

Today is Holi \u2013 the day when Bhakt Prahalad was saved from his own evil father by Lord Narasimha Himself! May Lord protect all of us from evil tendencies!!<\/p>\n

Wish you a very happy Holi. May your life be Colourful with divinity and Lord\u2019s blessings!<\/p>\n

Om Gupta, Houston, TX, USA<\/p>\n

PS: The poem below is an effort to describe how we play Holi in Houston! If you cannot read Hindi below, please download \u201cKokila\u201d font \u2013 that is the best Hindi font that I like!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928<\/strong> \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong>\u00a0\u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902 \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926<\/strong> \u092d\u092f\u094b \u0939\u0948<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong> \u0915\u094b \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u092c\u0930\u0938\u0947 <\/strong>l <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0930\u093e\u092e \u0915\u0943\u0937\u094d\u0923 <\/strong>\u0926\u094b\u0909<\/strong> \u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947<\/strong> \u0939\u094b\u0930\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0926\u0947\u0916<\/strong>–<\/strong>\u0926\u0947\u0916 \u092e\u0928 \u0939\u0930\u0938\u0947<\/strong> ll <\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong> \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926 \u092d\u092f\u094b<\/strong>…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u094b\u0930\u0940<\/strong> \u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947 \u0917\u094b\u0915\u0941\u0932\u00a0\u0935\u093e\u0938\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947 \u092e\u0925\u0941\u0930\u093e <\/strong>– <\/strong>\u0915\u093e\u0938\u0940 <\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u094b\u0930\u0940<\/strong> \u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947 \u0930\u093e\u0927\u093e<\/strong>–<\/strong>\u0915\u0943\u0937\u094d\u0923\u093e<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0918\u091f \u0918\u091f \u0915\u0947 \u091c\u094b \u0935\u093e\u0938\u0940\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0930\u093e\u092e \u0938\u093f\u092f\u093e \u092d\u0940 \u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947\u0902 \u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0938\u0902\u0917 \u0905\u092f\u094b\u0927\u094d\u092f\u093e \u0935\u093e\u0938\u0940 <\/strong>l <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u092e \u092d\u0940 \u0916\u0947\u0932\u0947\u0902 \u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940 \u092d\u0948\u092f\u093e<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u092e\u093f\u0932\u0915\u0930 \u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0935\u093e\u0938\u0940\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong> \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926 \u092d\u092f\u094b<\/strong>…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0915\u0940 \u091c\u094b \u0926\u0947\u0916\u0940\u00a0\u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u092d\u094b\u0932\u0947 \u0936\u0902\u0915\u0930\u00a0\u0906\u090f<\/strong>l l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0938\u0902\u0917 \u092d\u0935\u093e\u0928\u0940 \u0915\u094b \u0932\u0947\u0915\u0930 \u0915\u0947<\/strong>,\u00a0<\/strong>\u0921\u092e\u0930\u0942 \u0916\u0942\u092c \u092c\u091c\u093e\u092f\u0947\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0926\u0947\u0916\u093e \u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0930\u0902\u0917<\/strong>–<\/strong>\u092c\u093f\u0930\u0902\u0917\u093e<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0917\u0923\u0928\u093e\u092f\u0915 \u0932\u0932\u091a\u093e\u090f <\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0921\u0942\u092c\u0947\u00a0\u091c\u094b \u092d\u0915\u094d\u0924\u093f \u0915\u0947 \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong>,\u00a0<\/strong>\u0935\u0947 \u092d\u0935\u00a0\u0938\u093e\u0917\u0930 \u0924\u0930 \u091c\u093e\u090f\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong> \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926<\/strong> \u092d\u092f\u094b<\/strong>…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0926\u0947\u0916\u0940 \u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0915\u0940\u00a0\u091c\u094b \u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u092c\u0930\u0938\u093e\u0928\u093e\u00a0\u0932\u0932\u091a\u093e\u092f\u093e\u00a0<\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0938\u0902\u0917 \u0905\u092f\u094b\u0927\u094d\u092f\u093e \u0915\u094b \u0932\u0947\u0915\u0930<\/strong>,\u00a0<\/strong>\u0935\u0943\u0928\u094d\u0926\u093e\u0935\u0928\u00a0\u091a\u0932\u093e\u00a0\u00a0\u0906\u092f\u093e <\/strong>ll<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u091c\u0917\u0928\u094d\u0928\u093e\u0925\u092a\u0941\u0930\u0940 \u092d\u0940 \u091a\u0932\u0940 \u0906\u0908<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0938\u0902\u0917 \u0926\u094d\u0935\u093e\u0930\u093f\u0915\u093e \u0932\u093e\u0908\u00a0<\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0924\u0940\u0930\u0925\u00a0\u0938\u093e\u0930\u0947 \u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0906\u090f<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0930\u0902\u0917<\/strong> \u091c\u093e\u0913 \u092e\u0947\u0930\u0947 \u092d\u093e\u0908\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong> \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926 \u092d\u092f\u094b<\/strong>…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u092e\u093f\u0932\u0915\u0930 \u092a\u094d\u0930\u0947\u092e \u0938\u0947 \u0916\u0947\u0932\u094b \u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u0915\u0947 \u0938\u092c \u092d\u094d\u0930\u093e\u0924\u093e <\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0928\u093e\u0924\u093e \u091c\u094b\u095c\u094b \u0930\u093e\u092e \u0938\u0947 \u092d\u0948\u092f\u093e<\/strong>, <\/strong>\u091c\u094b\u00a0\u091c\u0940\u0935\u0928\u00a0\u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0915\u093e \u0926\u093e\u0924\u093e<\/strong>ll ll <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong> \u0915\u0940 \u0924\u0941\u092e\u0915\u094b \u092c\u0939\u0941\u0924 \u092c\u0927\u093e\u0908<\/strong>,\u00a0<\/strong>\u092d\u0930\u094b\u00a0\u092a\u094d\u0930\u0947\u092e \u092a\u093f\u091a\u0915\u093e\u0930\u0940\u00a0<\/strong>l<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u091c\u094b \u0916\u0947\u0932\u094b \u0924\u0941\u092e\u00a0<\/strong>‘<\/strong>\u0950<\/strong>‘ <\/strong>\u0938\u0947 \u0939\u094b\u0932\u0940<\/strong>,\u00a0<\/strong>\u0939\u094b \u091c\u0940\u0935\u0928 \u0938\u0941\u0916\u0915\u093e\u0930\u0940\u00a0<\/strong>ll<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u0939\u094d\u092f\u0942\u0938\u094d\u091f\u0928 \u092e\u0947\u0902<\/strong> \u0906\u0928\u0902\u0926 \u092d\u092f\u094b<\/strong>…<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0921\u0949 \u0913\u092e\u092a\u094d\u0930\u0915\u093e\u0936 \u0917\u0941\u092a\u094d\u0924\u093e <\/strong><\/p>\n

Mor\u0163ii cu mor\u0163ii, viii cu viii<\/p>\n

de Dan Manciulea<\/p>\n

Nu mai pomenisem de mult o vreme a\u015fa de c\u00e2inoas\u0103. Ploaia \u00eemi \u0163\u00e2r\u00e2ia de un ceas \u00een cre\u015ftetul capului lipindu-mi p\u0103rul de t\u00e2mple \u015fi de ceaf\u0103. Eram ca o cotarl\u0103 jig\u0103rit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n, hoin\u0103rind str\u0103zile aiurea.
\nCe l-o fi apucat a\u015fa deodat\u0103 pe Iaroslav? S\u0103 m\u0103 poarte pe drumuri noaptea prin ploaie f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 nimic… S-a ridicat de la mas\u0103, m-a apucat de m\u00e2nec\u0103, mi-a zis \u201ehai cu mine, b\u0103\u201d \u015fi dup\u0103 aia am p\u0103r\u0103sit bodega. \u015ei-n bodeg\u0103 era a\u015fa de cald… Ce i-o fi trebuit s\u0103 l\u0103s\u0103m bun\u0103tate de votc\u0103 \u00een pahare \u015fi pipi\u0163ele alea dou\u0103 ude… de ploaie!?
\nDe-abia ie\u015fisem din schimbul doi. Se pornise ploaia \u015fi Iaroslav a zis c-ar bea ceva tare, adic\u0103 un o\u0163el-inox sau un \u00eent\u0103ritor de recul, cum alint\u0103m noi votca. Ne-am ad\u0103postit la \u201e\u015ease \u0163\u00e2\u0163e\u201d, unde-s picoli\u0163ele alea trei… Frumoaseee, de pic\u0103 boul din picioare.
\nC\u00e2nd au deschis fetele localul, i-au spus \u201eCa la mama acas\u0103\u201d, da’ be\u0163ivii nu s-au l\u0103sat \u015fi, de ciud\u0103 c\u0103 nu se d\u0103deau pip\u0103ite \u015fi ciupite ca \u00een alte bombe, au poreclit locul cu numele \u0103sta de bordel. Auzi, hal de nume: \u201e\u015ease \u0163\u00e2\u0163e\u201d!
\n\u015ei st\u00e2nd noi a\u015fa de vorb\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind p\u0103h\u0103relele curate, cu licoarea de-i zic ru\u015fii \u201eap\u015foar\u0103\u201d, numa’ ce vedem c\u0103 intr\u0103 pe u\u015f\u0103 dou\u0103 pipi\u0163e plouate ca dou\u0103 curci. Toate mesele erau ocupate, numai masa noastr\u0103 avea dou\u0103 locuri libere, c\u0103 Iaroslav e breaz \u00eentre golanii t\u00e2rgului \u015fi-i respectat ca un mah\u0103r: nimeni nu \u00eendr\u0103znise s\u0103 vin\u0103 la noi s\u0103 cear\u0103 scaunele sau s\u0103 se-a\u015feze. Ele se apropiar\u0103 supuse pentru c\u0103 prietenul meu le f\u0103cuse semn s\u0103 stea la mas\u0103. Dac-a\u015f fi fost numai eu, jerpelit \u015fi cu fa\u0163a buh\u0103it\u0103 de neodihn\u0103 \u015fi de b\u0103utur\u0103, gagicile ar fi plecat sau ar fi pus vreun haidamac s\u0103 m\u0103 izgoneasc\u0103. Probabil c\u0103 duhneam a transpira\u0163ie \u015fi-a basamac… Dar cine mai putea s\u0103 miroas\u0103 ceva \u00een putoarea aia de fum \u015fi de b\u0103utur\u0103 ieftin\u0103! I-am zis: b\u0103 Iaroslave, ia uite-le p-astea! El s-a uitat la mine ca la un prost \u015fi a dat din m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nPipi\u0163ele r\u00e2njeau. La cine, nu \u015ftiu, c\u0103 era cam \u00eentuneric. Eu le-am comandat c\u00e2te un lichior ieftin, c\u0103 asta mi-au spus c\u0103 ar vrea. De ce le-or fi pl\u0103c\u00e2nd po\u015fircile astea, habar n-am. Oricum, \u00eemi convenea: le \u015fi vedeam \u00een a\u015fternuturi; c\u0103 ce s\u0103 caute dou\u0103 matracuce noaptea \u00eentr-o bodeg\u0103, dac\u0103 nu…?
\nDa’ Iaroslav s-a ridicat de la mas\u0103, a b\u0103tut-o cu palmele \u015fi a zis: \u201chai, b\u0103, cu mine!\u201d. M-am uitat \u00een jur \u2013 \u201eb\u0103\u201d eram eu. Mie \u00eemi spusese s\u0103 vin cu el. I-am zis \u201eDe ce, Iaroslave? Domni\u015foarele se plictisesc singure, afar\u0103 plou\u0103, de ce s\u0103 plec\u0103m?\u201d. \u015ei afar\u0103 ploua de rupea p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Bucuria \u0163\u0103ranilor: se face porumbul, gr\u00e2ul \u015fi c\u00e2te \u015fi mai c\u00e2te. Vax! Eu unde s\u0103 pun porumb? \u00cen baie, pe balcon? Da’ el nu: \u201chai \u015fi hai!\u201d. \u201eUnde m\u0103?\u201d, l-am \u00eentrebat. \u201eS\u0103-\u0163i ar\u0103t ceva. Ai s\u0103 vezi, numa’ vino!\u201d. Gagicile chicoteau cu incote de para\u015fut\u0103… M-am ridicat, c\u0103 Iaroslav e cel mai bun prieten al meu. C\u00e2nd m-am dat la o parte din lumin\u0103 am putut s\u0103 le v\u0103d mai bine fe\u0163ele… Bine c-am plecat, mi-am zis. Erau ur\u00e2te r\u0103u: una avea o rochie portocalie cu buline verzi \u015fi era plin\u0103 de co\u015furi, iar ailalt\u0103 era slab\u0103-moart\u0103, c\u0103 i se vedeau oasele sub piele. \u201eHai, b\u0103, Iaroslave\u201d, i-am zis, sc\u0103pat de sub povara dorin\u0163ei de carne str\u0103in\u0103, \u015fi-am plecat.
\nC\u00e2nd am deschis u\u015fa grea din fier a bodegii, ne-a luat \u00een primire ploaia lui Dumnezeu. \u201eUite, m\u0103 Ioane, ploaia asta cur\u0103\u0163\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de p\u0103cate\u201d, mi-a zis \u00een \u015foapt\u0103 prietenul meu, nitam-nisam. Io-l \u015ftiam c\u0103 vorbe\u015fte \u00een dodii, a\u015fa c\u0103 l-am l\u0103sat s\u0103 tr\u0103nc\u0103ne \u00een voie. V\u00e2ntul b\u0103tea \u015fi copacii se-aplecau dintr-o parte \u00een alta \u015fi gemeau ca omu’, de durere. Am pornit f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l mai \u00eentreb unde mergem.
\nDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd c\u00e2te un tr\u0103snet ne lumina drumul. A\u015fteptam cu inima str\u00e2ns\u0103 bubuitura. Uneori venea, alteori nu, dar de fiecare dat\u0103 tres\u0103ream din toat\u0103 fiin\u0163a. Un timp am mers pe sub copacii de la marginea drumului \u015fi pe sub stre\u015finile caselor, la ad\u0103post de apa care curgea f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 din cer peste noi. Dup\u0103 aia, c\u00e2nd s-a terminat drumul, am ie\u015fit pe c\u0103rarea pietruit\u0103 \u015fi \u00eengust\u0103 care \u00eemi ar\u0103ta c\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sisem ora\u015ful. \u00cen c\u00e2teva clipe eram ud leoarc\u0103 \u015fi cu \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163\u0103rile g\u00e2lg\u00e2ind de ap\u0103. Acum hainele mi se lipesc de trup…
\n– Unde m\u0103 duci, m\u0103 z\u0103naticule, c\u0103 s-a terminat asfaltu’! Ia uite ce ne \u00eenglodim!
\n– Taci, Ioane, taci!
\n– Cum s\u0103 tac, cum s\u0103 tac? B\u0103, tu m\u0103 duci la cimitir…!
\n– Ai ghicit, Ioane, la cimitir, la Bunavestire.
\n– Ce c\u0103ut\u0103m noi acolo? Acolo se duc numai mor\u0163ii.
\n– Nu se duc ei. \u00cei ducem noi, \u0103\u015ftia vii. C\u0103 dac\u0103 nu i-am duce… mor\u0163ii cu mor\u0163ii, viii cu viii, ar fi harababur\u0103 \u015fi n-ai mai \u015fti cu cine stai de vorb\u0103. \u00cei ducem la otelu’ lor s\u0103-\u015fi odihneasc\u0103 oasele.
\n– Iaroslave, tu ba\u0163i c\u00e2mpii, b\u0103iete…!
\n– Ia sticla asta \u015fi trage-i o du\u015fc\u0103. O s\u0103-\u0163i fie bine.
\n– Ei, parc\u0103 mi-am mai revenit. Se vede cimitirul. Bun\u0103-i votca, nu-i ca apa, nici friptura nu-i ca ceapa…
\nNici n-am apucat s\u0103 termin zicala be\u0163iv\u0103neasc\u0103, \u015f-odat\u0103 mi s-au muiat picioarele. C\u00e2t eram de lung, m-am \u00eentins \u00een noroiul galben din cimitir.
\n– Vezi dac\u0103 vorbe\u015fti prostii? Mor\u0163ii stau \u015fi-ascult\u0103… Crezi c\u0103 lor le convine c\u0103 au p\u0103r\u0103sit lumea cea frumoas\u0103? Oric\u00e2t de \u00eempu\u0163it\u0103 ar fi, dac\u0103 e\u015fti viu, tot frumoas\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne. C\u00e2nd auzeai prin beci vreo sticl\u0103 ce se rostogolea sau u\u015fa de la c\u0103mar\u0103 se lovea de perete \u015fi tres\u0103reai cu nevasta \u00een pat, cine crezi c\u0103 te b\u00e2ntuia? C\u00e2nd lipsea ceva din cas\u0103 sau din locul \u00een care-\u0163i \u0163ineai banii, cine crezi c\u0103 punea vastu’? Ai, ia zi?
\n– Mmmmor\u0163ii?
\n– Da, m\u0103, mor\u0163ii. Habar n-ai c\u00e2\u0163i trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine ziua. Noi \u0103\u015ftia care ne spunem c\u0103 suntem vii, st\u0103m ca s\u0103racul pe comoar\u0103 \u015fi ne v\u0103it\u0103m c\u0103 e r\u0103u pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Sanchi, c\u0103ut\u0103m Raiul! Al\u0163ii spun c\u0103 aici e Iadu’, da’ numa’ ei pot s\u0103 ne spun\u0103 ce bucurie este atunci c\u00e2nd stai cu burta \u00een sus \u015fi te mai desfe\u0163i o dat\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia soarelui ascult\u00e2nd fo\u015fnetul frunzelor din copaci. S\u0103 hale\u015fti o friptur\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge, la gr\u0103tar \u015fi s\u0103 sugi dintr-o stacan\u0103 de vin ro\u015fu… Nu-\u0163i mai spun de atunci c\u00e2nd pui m\u00e2na pe-o femeie ca lumea, cu buci \u015fi cu \u0163\u00e2\u0163e \u015fi cu mijlocul de viespe… A, ce zici?
\n– Da, Iaroslave, ai dreptate. Dac-a\u015f fi mort \u015fi mie mi-ar fi p\u0103rut r\u0103u dup\u0103 a\u015fa bun\u0103t\u0103\u0163i. Da’, vezi tu, c\u0103 nu prea le ai nici c\u00e2nd tr\u0103ie\u015fti, darmite dup\u0103 ce-o mierle\u015fti. Dac\u0103 pui cap la cap fr\u00e2nturile astea petrecute \u00eentr-o via\u0163\u0103, nu aduni o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n– E\u015fti prost, Ioane! C\u00e2t mi\u015fti m\u0103car un deget \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 e\u015fti viu \u015fi c\u0103 e\u015fti fericit.
\n– S-a oprit ploaia… \u015ei zi, m\u0103 Iaroslave, mor\u0163ii \u0103\u015ftia se bucur\u0103 de toate cele lume\u015fti mai abitir dec\u00e2t noi?
\nIaroslav nu mai vorbea \u015fi \u00eemi d\u0103du de \u00een\u0163eles c\u0103 mai bine mi-a\u015f \u0163ine fleanca. Mi-am \u00eenghi\u0163it vorbele.
\nEl amirosea v\u0103zduhul \u015fi se uita cu luare-aminte \u00eemprejur. Din p\u0103m\u00e2nt ie\u015feau aburi albi care se prelingeau printre cruci. Ici-colo ap\u0103rea c\u00e2te o cruce ca un \u00eenecat ce d\u0103 din m\u00e2ini \u00eenainte de a se duce. Se limpezise cerul \u015fi se vedea Calea laptelui. \u201eN-am mai b\u0103ut lapte, h\u0103, h\u0103\u0103\u0103, de nu mai \u015ftiu c\u00e2nd\u201d. Era lini\u015fte \u015fi parc\u0103 mergeam pe nori, prin cer. \u201eAcu\u015f-acu\u015f apare \u015fi Sf\u00e2ntu’ Petru. \u00cel \u015fi v\u0103d \u00eembr\u0103cat cu un anteriu alb, cu fa\u0163a mirat\u0103: Ce c\u0103uta\u0163i \u00een Rai, be\u0163ivilor? \u2013 C\u0103ut\u0103m \u015fi noi ce caut\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea, Sfinte Petre, bine c\u0103ut\u0103m. \u2013 Dar v\u0103d c\u0103 a\u0163i cam \u00eentrecut m\u0103sura cu p\u0103catele. \u2013 Suntem \u015fi noi b\u0103ie\u0163i am\u0103r\u00e2\u0163i; c\u00e2nd n-ai nici de unele, \u00ee\u0163i mai \u00eendulce\u015fti amarul cu un p\u0103c\u0103\u0163el. Nu mult, c\u0103 stric\u0103, da’nici pu\u0163in, c\u0103 n-ajunge \u201d.
\n– Hi, hi, hi…
\n– Ce r\u00e2zi, Ioane?
\n– R\u00e2d, c\u0103 zici c\u0103 suntem \u00een ceruri \u015fi m-am g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 s-ar putea s\u0103 ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim cu Sf\u00e2ntu Petru.
\n– Care-i \u0103la?
\n– Ei, parc\u0103 nu-l \u015ftii…! \u0102l de \u00eemparte gloata la poarta Raiului.
\n– Nu-i ce crezi tu, dar e\u015fti pe-aproape. Hai s\u0103 ne odihnim pe banc\u0103. Vezi tu, Ioane… adic\u0103 tocmai, c\u0103 nu vezi. Noi tr\u0103im \u00een lumea asta plin\u0103 cu de toate-bune, rele, dar mai e ceva, ceva pe care nu oricine poate s\u0103-l vad\u0103 sau s\u0103-l ating\u0103…
\n– Aha, ceva ca o fofoloanc\u0103 de dam\u0103 bine! P-astea numa’ \u0103i cu c\u0103r\u0103mida de bani poa’ s\u0103 le pip\u0103ie \u015fi s\u0103 le vad\u0103.
\n– Ioane, tu e\u015fti cam prost, dar g\u00e2nde\u015fti bine. A\u015fa e. Lumea-i ca o fofoloanc\u0103, o gaur\u0103 spre altceva, doar c\u0103 oamenii obi\u015fnui\u0163i se mul\u0163umesc s\u0103 intre \u00een ea \u015fi s\u0103 arunce acolo frica \u015fi g\u00e2ndurile rele f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe ce-i dincolo de pl\u0103cerea frecu\u015fului. Poate de-asta tr\u0103im, s\u0103 ne \u00eentreb\u0103m mereu ce e dincolo… Tu te \u00eentrebi vreodat\u0103 ce e dincolo?
\n– De ce s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreb? Scrie-n Biblie: dincolo e Dumnezeu Tat\u0103l cu barba alb\u0103 \u015fi \u00eengera\u015fii; Sf\u00e2ntu Petru care d\u0103 reparti\u0163iile… Cam at\u00e2t. Ce, nu-i a\u015fa?
\n– Asta e ce spune taica p\u0103rintele la biseric\u0103 \u2013 pove\u015fti de adormit copiii… Cum s\u0103-\u0163i explic eu mai bine, s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegi…? Biserica \u015ftie ce se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103, dar nu spune pe \u00een\u0163elesul tuturor. Astfel c\u0103 ea a f\u0103cut o poveste frumoas\u0103, ca s\u0103 cread\u0103 lumea mai u\u015for. P\u0103i dac\u0103-i spui rum\u00e2nului c\u0103 sus e cineva care te pedepse\u015fte dac\u0103 faci rele, rum\u00e2nul se str\u0103duie\u015fte s\u0103 fac\u0103 fapte bune sau m\u0103car s\u0103 nu fac\u0103 prostii. Doar n-o s\u0103 stea s\u0103-i deseneze c\u0103 exist\u0103 energii \u015fi for\u0163e subtile care ac\u0163ioneaz\u0103 subcuantic, select\u00e2nd bioc\u00e2mpuri \u015fi structuri energetice pozitive de cele negative…
\n– Aoleo, ce-o mai fi \u015fi asta?
\n– P\u0103i vezi c\u0103 \u0163i-am f\u0103cut capu’ c\u0103lindar?!… \u015ei cum \u00ee\u0163i spuneam, dac\u0103 tu sau eu, \u00een loc s\u0103 frec\u0103m fofoloanca asta de via\u0163\u0103 de sus \u00een jos \u015fi de jos \u00een sus, am urca f\u0103r\u0103 preget, f\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103rere de r\u0103u, am ajunge \u00een ceva care seam\u0103n\u0103 cu Raiul de care ai auzit la biseric\u0103. Dac\u0103 nu, murim \u015fi st\u0103m la umezeal\u0103 \u015fi-ntuneric. Pricepi?
\n– Da. A\u015fa am priceput. \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 numai sfin\u0163ii care postesc de toate cele ajung acolo. \u015ei \u0103ilal\u0163i, prostimea?!
\n– \u0102ilal\u0163i… Uciga\u015fii, eunucii \u015fi t\u00e2lharii \u2013 la Iad \u015fi \u0103ia care n-au f\u0103cut nimic, nici bine, nici r\u0103u, o iau de la cap\u0103t.
\n– Cum vine asta, se nasc din nou?
\n– E un fel de-a spune. Iar trebuie s\u0103 intru \u00een filozofie cu tine! C\u00e2nd alegi o cale \u2013 s\u0103 faci bine sau r\u0103u \u2013 te pui bine cu \u0103i de conduc lumea, iar dac\u0103 n-ai spate, nu po\u0163i duce la cap\u0103t ce-ai \u00eenceput. C\u00e2nd vine timpul s\u0103 dai col\u0163u’, nu \u015ftie nimeni de tine \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00eentre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte. Adic\u0103 nici hoit de-a binelea, nici viu pe de-a-ntregul. Ei, st\u00e2rvurile astea merg\u0103toare caut\u0103…
\nDup\u0103 ce a rostit cuvintele acestea, Iaroslav al meu s-a \u00eenmuiat ca o c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u015fi s-a lungit pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul moale. Apoi din el s-a ridicat ceva ca un abur l\u0103ptos \u015fi luminos care a plutit ce a plutit \u015fi… a intrat \u00eentr-un cavou. Mi-am zis c\u0103 n-am v\u0103zut bine \u015fi m-am frecat la ochi. Tr\u0103geam n\u0103dejde c\u0103, dup\u0103 ce oi lua m\u00e2inile din fa\u0163a ochilor, am s\u0103-l v\u0103d pe Iaroslav viu, nev\u0103t\u0103mat \u015fi l\u0103murindu-m\u0103 gre\u0163os cum vine treaba cu strigoii. Da’ n-a fost a\u015fa. Am \u00eentins bra\u0163ele dup\u0103 el \u015fi, \u00een loc s\u0103-l ating, se ducea, plutea sau parc\u0103 eu eram tras \u00eenapoi\u2026 Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva \u00eencerc\u0103ri l-am ajuns \u015fi l-am zg\u00e2l\u0163\u00e2it ca pe-un bu\u015ftean. A deschis ochii \u015fi m-a privit. Avea o fa\u0163\u0103 de prost… da’ prost ca lumea! Nu mai clipeau ochii \u0103ia ai lui de viezure a\u015fa \u015ftreng\u0103re\u015fte. Col\u0163urile gurii \u015fi obrajii \u00eei c\u0103zuser\u0103. Era o fa\u0163\u0103 de prost.
\nS-a holbat la mine ca \u015fi cum nu m\u0103 v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103 \u00een via\u0163a lui, apoi a r\u00e2njit. Aoleo, dup\u0103 ce c\u0103 ar\u0103ta ca un prost, mai f\u0103cea \u015fi pe nebunul. A scos un cu\u0163itoi de sub hain\u0103 \u015fi… s\u0103 dea cu el \u00een mine.. \u201eM\u0103 Iaroslave, i-am zis, sunt io, m\u0103, Ion, prietenul t\u0103u! Tu vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 omori, e\u015fti nebun?\u201d El: h\u00ee, h\u00ee, h\u00ee\u00ee\u00ee. Doar at\u00e2t zicea \u015fi se apropia de mine cu cu\u0163itoiul, s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u0163epe. M-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat, dar unde s\u0103 fugi, c\u0103 intrase luna \u00een nori \u015fi \u00een mijlocul cimitirului era o bezn\u0103… M\u0103 \u00eempiedicam de garduri din fier forjat, m\u0103r\u0103cinii usca\u0163i \u00eemi intrau \u00een palme \u015fi sub unghii, de c\u00e2teva ori am dat cu capul de cruci… P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 m-am lovit cu capul de zidul unei capele \u015fi m-am pr\u0103v\u0103lit ame\u0163it pe un morm\u00e2nt. Nebunul de Iaroslav m-a ajuns cu cu\u0163itoiul lui \u015fi cred c\u0103 m-ar fi tran\u015fat dac\u0103 nu ar fi ap\u0103rut vreo c\u00e2\u0163iva aburi l\u0103pto\u015fi, din \u0103ia… Nu-mi era team\u0103, da presim\u0163eam c\u0103 de-aicea o s\u0103 mi se trag\u0103. Totul se petrecea ca \u00eentr-un vis ur\u00e2t. \u00cen jurul meu petele alburii se roteau \u00een saraband\u0103. Eu eram la mijloc. Nu puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 mi\u015fc \u2013 \u0163intuit la p\u0103m\u00e2nt de o putere str\u0103in\u0103. Am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 ciupesc, s\u0103-mi mu\u015fc limba, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u0163ez c\u0103 nu e dec\u00e2t un vis. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 spun Tat\u0103l Nostru, dar gura nu m\u0103 asculta \u015fi boscorodea numai blestem\u0103\u0163ii. Era lucrarea dracului! Petele alburii se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau \u00eentr-o s\u00e2rb\u0103 \u015fi p\u0103reau c\u0103 se sf\u0103tuiau care s\u0103 pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe mine. Un nor a intrat \u00een cerc \u015fi a \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi dea t\u00e2rcoale. M\u0103 gusta. Apoi… a intrat \u00een mine. Ori eu am intrat \u00een el, nu mai \u015ftiu s\u0103 spun. Am c\u0103zut \u00een nesim\u0163ire. Nu mai \u015ftiu c\u00e2t s\u0103 fi trecut, c\u0103 era tot noapte c\u00e2nd m-am trezit. Prin preajm\u0103 nu mai plutea nici un abur. Deasupra mea am v\u0103zut un chip de prost. Era un om care m\u0103 privea cu mil\u0103.
\n– Ioane, b\u0103, scoal\u0103-te! Hai s\u0103 mergem pe la casele noastre. Cine naiba te-a adus aici \u00een cimitir?
\n– Domnule, cum \u00ee\u0163i permi\u0163i s\u0103 mi te-adresezi cu un astfel de apelativ? M\u0103 cuno\u015fti de undeva? Eu nu \u00eemi aduc aminte s\u0103 fi avut vreodat\u0103 ocazia…
\n– Ce m\u0103, te faci c\u0103 nu m\u0103 cuno\u015fti, ai? Las\u0103 fasoanele pentru doamna Barbulea; cu mine nu-\u0163i merge!
\n– Ce doamn\u0103… care Barbulea? Nu cunosc nici o doamn\u0103 cu numele \u0103sta! Domnule, oricine ai fi, te rog s\u0103 m\u0103 la\u015fi \u00een pace sau chem Poli\u0163ia…!
\n– B\u0103 Ioane, tu chiar ai \u00eennebunit? Eu plec \u015fi te las aici, s\u0103 dea strigoii peste tine.<\/p>\n

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