{"id":31945,"date":"2017-09-16T11:35:52","date_gmt":"2017-09-16T11:35:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31945"},"modified":"2017-09-16T11:54:36","modified_gmt":"2017-09-16T11:54:36","slug":"mariana-gurza-maria%e2%80%a6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/09\/16\/mariana-gurza-maria%e2%80%a6\/","title":{"rendered":"Mariana Gurza: Maria\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Gata! Nu mai vreau s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng!\u00a0 Privesc albumul \u00eeng\u0103lbenit de vreme \u015fi m\u0103 ascund curioas\u0103 printre pagini. Am Rom\u00e2nia Mare \u00een ochi.\u00a0 Am c\u00e2mpul de in \u015fi toloaca. Pe o prisp\u0103, un b\u0103tr\u00e2n deapan\u0103 amintiri. Sunt curioas\u0103. Vreau s\u0103 aud tot ce-mi spune. V\u00e2ntul \u00eemi \u00eentoarce paginile.\u00a0 Dintre pagini m\u0103 prive\u015fte un preot, venit de la \u201edesc\u0103lecare\u201d, din Ardeal, un Pl\u0103van. Da! El este cel ce a construit prima biseric\u0103 \u00een Cupca, un sat bucovinean. Bogat, cultivat, un om al mun\u0163ilor, venit de a aduce binecuv\u00e2ntare. Genera\u0163ii s-au bucurat de prescura alb\u0103 coapt\u0103 \u00een cuptor. Peste sat au \u00eenceput s\u0103 se aud\u0103 doinele. \u015eez\u0103toarele \u00een care tineri \u015fi adul\u0163i se bucurau de frumuse\u0163ea pove\u015ftilor spuse la gura sobei.\u00a0 Deseori se infiripau iubiri. Unele permise, altele nu. A\u015fa s-a \u00eentamplat \u015fi cu Domnicu\u0163a. \u00centr-o sear\u0103 frumoas\u0103, privindu-l pe Calistrat s-a pierdut \u00een ochii lui mari \u015fi ad\u00e2nci\u2026 S-au vazut odat\u0103, de dou\u0103 ori, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd tat\u0103l, vigilent,\u00a0\u00a0 i-a spus \u00eentr-o zi: \u201eS\u0103 nu te\u00a0 mai prind cu s\u0103r\u0103ntocul \u0103sta!\u201d Calistrat era cel mai frumos fecior din sat. Multe tinere \u00ee\u015fi fr\u00e2ngeau g\u00e2tul c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-i privirea. Dar, \u015fi lui \u00eei era drag\u0103 Domnicu\u0163a. Frumoas\u0103, blond\u0103, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103. Pe ascuns \u015fi-au f\u0103cut planuri. \u00ce\u015fi trimiteau r\u0103va\u015fe prin cei mici, savur\u00e2nd clipa c\u00e2nd puteau fi doar ei doi. \u00centr-o zi tat\u0103l prinsese de veste despre \u00eent\u00e2lnirile ascunse ale Domnicu\u0163ei. Au \u00eencuiat-o \u00een cas\u0103, la r\u0103zboiul de \u0163esut. Fiecare fat\u0103 \u015ftia s\u0103 toarc\u0103 fuiorul, s\u0103 \u0163ese covoare \u00eenflorate, cum numai cei din Bucovina\u00a0 \u015ftiu s\u0103 \u00eempleteasc\u0103 dorul. Dar, \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi, Domnicu\u0163a, fugise. Descul\u0163\u0103, prin c\u00e2mpul de in, p\u00e2n\u0103 la casa lui Calistrat. A\u015ftepta un copil\u2026 Cei doi, \u015fi-au jurat credin\u0163\u0103, \u015fi au hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 lupte pentru iubirea lor, pentru ce avea s\u0103 vie\u2026<\/p>\n

Mentalitatea vremii le era potrivnic\u0103. O ru\u015fine se ab\u0103tuse peste familia m\u00e2ndr\u0103, peste sat. Babele \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 \u015fo\u015foteasc\u0103. Tat\u0103l nu-\u015fi putea ridica privirea. S\u0103-i dea fata\u2026 s\u0103 nu i-o dea\u2026 nu \u015ftia ce s\u0103 fac\u0103. Fecior bun, harnic, dar prea s\u0103rac pentru neamul lor\u2026 \u00centr-o sear\u0103, \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat, s-a \u00eendreptat spre casa \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103torului. Singurul om \u00een care avea \u00eencredere. Un intelectual care adusese \u201elumina\u201d \u00een sat, fiecare g\u0103sind r\u0103spunsuri la intreb\u0103rile \u00eenc\u00e2lcite.<\/p>\n

Merg\u00e2nd agale c\u0103tre cas\u0103, omul parc\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nise brusc. \u00ce\u015fi iubea familia, so\u0163ia \u015fi copii. \u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u0103torul \u00eei deschisese mintea. S\u0103-\u015fi lase fiica pe drumul ales, indiferent la r\u0103ut\u0103\u0163i, la principiile \u0163\u0103r\u0103ne\u015fti, \u015fi\u00a0 hot\u0103r\u00ee s\u0103-i dea zestrea cuvenit\u0103 pentru a-\u015fi vedea fiica la casa sa. S\u0103 nu mai fie ar\u0103tat\u0103 cu degetul! S\u0103 nu mai r\u00e2d\u0103 babele h\u00e2de c\u0103 n\u0103pasta a dat peste casa lor\u2026 \u201eOf! Doamne! Cum Dumnezeu las\u0103 durere \u00een inima de p\u0103rinte?\u00a0 Cum s\u0103 se curme o via\u0163\u0103? Nu, nu-i drept \u00een fa\u0163a Celui de Sus\u201d \u2014 \u00ee\u015fi spunea b\u0103rbatul, mergand aiurea pe uli\u0163a satului, uit\u00e2nd s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a casei. \u201e\u015ei c\u00e2t, p\u0103m\u00e2nt s\u0103-i dea? C\u00e2te vaci? Fata lui trebuie s\u0103 aib\u0103 de toate. Nu! Nu o poate l\u0103sa a\u015fa\u2026\u201d Totu\u015fi se \u00eenvoi cu via\u0163a nou\u0103 a fiicei sale\u2026 \u201eDe ce s\u0103 sufere biata copchil\u0103? Poate o fi bine! Fl\u0103c\u0103ul \u00eei harnic, nimic de zis! O s\u0103 le dea p\u0103m\u00e2nt, animale, o s\u0103-i ajute s\u0103 aib\u0103 o gospod\u0103rie frumoas\u0103!\u201d Vestea a \u00eensufle\u0163it casa. Toader, fratele Domnicu\u0163ei, \u00eencepuse s\u0103 c\u00e2nte din fluier. C\u00e2nta dumnezeie\u015fte! Nimeni nu era \u00een sat ca el! S-au str\u00e2ns tinerii \u015fi au \u00eentins hora, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zori. Domnicu\u0163a era fericit\u0103. Era \u00eempreun\u0103 cu alesul ei, \u015fi \u00eencepuse din nou s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103. Calistrat era m\u00e2ndru \u015fi mul\u0163umit, de\u015fi treburile \u0163\u0103rii uneori \u00eel mai puneau pe g\u00e2nduri\u2026 Se mutaser\u0103 la el acas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eentr-o zi Calistrat devenise t\u0103tic\u2026 Se n\u0103scuse o feti\u0163\u0103, cu nume de floare.\u00a0 \u00cei voi spune Maria\u2026\u00a0 I se potrive\u015fte mai mult. Sf\u00e2nta Fecioar\u0103 i-a fost mereu al\u0103turi. Dar, nunta, nu s-a mai f\u0103cut.\u00a0 Murise Domnicu\u0163a.\u00a0 A\u015fa, brusc, moartea a venit \u015fi a luat-o. O frumuse\u0163e de femeie \u00een pragul fericirii! Gurile rele spun ca fetele din sat i-au f\u0103cut farmece, pentru a nu mai fi cu Calistrat\u2026 \u00cen cimitir, Calistrat \u00ee\u015fi str\u00e2ngea cu putere feti\u0163a \u00een bra\u0163e. Lacrimile erau uscate, g\u00e2nguritul fetei era un fel de r\u0103mas bun, de la mama pe care nu o cunoscuse. Acolo, \u00eempietrit printre ceilal\u0163i, privind lung chipul iubitei sale, \u00eei promisese c\u0103 nu-\u015fi va p\u0103rasi fiica niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cu Maria \u00een bra\u0163e, Calistrat s-a \u00eendreptat spre cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Timpul nu sta locului. Se scurge precum apa de izvor.\u00a0 Maria crescuse. T\u00e2narul b\u0103rbat avea nevoie de o soa\u0163\u0103. \u015ei \u00eentr-o zi, Maria s-a trezit cu o str\u0103in\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103, ce-i devenise mam\u0103 vitreg\u0103.<\/p>\n

Femeia, rece, lipsit\u0103 de tandre\u0163e, nu a \u015ftiut cum s\u0103-\u015fi apropie feti\u0163a. \u00cen lipsa tat\u0103lui, mereu o alunga: \u201eDu-te, pleac\u0103 la casa ta! Nu ai ce c\u0103uta aici!\u201d<\/p>\n

Maria t\u0103cea. Fugea \u00een poeni\u0163a de in \u00eenflorit pentru a pl\u00e2nge de una singur\u0103\u2026 Nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 spun\u0103 bunicilor nimica. Nici tatei. Se temea de femeia cea f\u0103r\u0103 de inim\u0103. \u00centr-o zi, \u00een toamna anului 1941, Calistrat a fost arestat de autorit\u0103\u0163i, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu al\u0163i nou\u0103 tineri din sat, fiind denun\u0163a\u0163i c\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi preg\u0103tesc fuga peste grani\u0163\u0103\u2026 Printre care \u015fi Nistor Pl\u0103van, unchiul Mariei. Au fost judeca\u0163i cu u\u015file \u00eenchise, f\u0103r\u0103 avoca\u0163i, f\u0103r\u0103 martori, condamna\u0163i de c\u0103tre un complet de judecat\u0103 militar la mul\u0163i ani de \u00eenchisoare. Nimeni nu \u015ftia nimic\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maria a fugit la casa bunicilor. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd mai venea c\u00e2te o veste de la tata, de la unul, de la altul\u2026 \u00cen inchisoare, Calistrat era m\u0103cinat de soarta Mariei. \u00ce\u015fi \u00eentreba fratele prin scrisori de Maria. \u201eCe face Maria?\u2026 Ave\u0163i grij\u0103 de Maria!\u201d<\/p>\n

Soarta lui, nedreapt\u0103 ca a multora, s-a decis \u00een acea \u00eenchisoare a mor\u0163ii. B\u0103tut, \u0163inut cu picioarele \u00een ap\u0103, schingiuit, \u015fi-a dat duhul\u2026 Nu mai avea putere\u2026 nu mai avea pentru cine s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103\u2026 aflase c\u0103 \u015fi Maria murise\u2026 Un martir al Neamului Rom\u00e2nesc.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ridicarea lui Calistrat, so\u0163ia\u00a0 \u00eennebunise. A dat foc casei. Un destin pe care ar trebui s\u0103-l \u00een\u0163eleg. Dar nu am puterea necesar\u0103\u2026 dac\u0103 d\u0103ruia pu\u0163in\u0103 afec\u0163iune Mariei, sf\u00e2r\u015fitul nu i-ar fi fost at\u00e2t de crud\u2026<\/p>\n

Micu\u0163a Maria s-a adaptat repede \u00een casa bunicilor. \u00cendr\u0103gea mult f\u00e2nt\u00e2na din fa\u0163a casei, cu apa cea mai bun\u0103 din sat. F\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, care ast\u0103zi nu mai exist\u0103. Au disp\u0103rut \u015fi bravi rom\u00e2ni, au pierit \u015fi f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile\u2026 Ce straniu!\u00a0 Probabil acea ap\u0103 de izvor s-a scurs nev\u0103zut spre ei, spre a-i r\u0103cori\u2026<\/p>\n

Dar, venise momentul refugiului\u2026 Cl\u0103diri \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri, oameni uci\u015fi, \u201eprovincii r\u0103stignite\u201d, sate \u015fi ora\u015fe f\u0103cute scrum, d\u0103r\u0103p\u0103nate. \u201ePopula\u0163ia \u00eenebunit\u0103 de groaza prigoanei \u015fi a furiei de distrugere a hoardelor bol\u015fevice\u201d. Maria suit\u0103 \u00eentr-o c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 plin\u0103 cu rudenii, pentru a pleca \u00een necunoscut\u2026 \u201eOare de ce?\u201d Unde mergem? Se \u00eentreba \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103 Maria. Nimeni nu mai \u015ftia nimic despre micu\u0163a feti\u0163\u0103 orfan\u0103\u2026 Calistrat \u015fi cei r\u0103ma\u015fi au crezut c\u0103 Maria murise\u2026 Mult\u0103 h\u0103rm\u0103laie! Unii \u00ee\u015fi ascundeau \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt bunurile. Al\u0163ii, \u00eenc\u0103rcau c\u0103ru\u0163ele cu ce apucau\u2026 Bunicul r\u0103m\u0103sese pe loc\u2026 Dorea s\u0103 fie sigur c\u0103 ai lui vor pleca \u00een siguran\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Pe prisp\u0103 st\u00e2nd, l-am privit \u00een t\u0103cere pe cel din fa\u0163a mea. Col\u0163urile h\u0103r\u0163ii Rom\u00e2niei Mari \u00eemi frigeau degetele. O durere mut\u0103 s-a instalat nefiresc. \u00cemi era frig. B\u0103tr\u00e2nul mi-a adus o p\u0103tur\u0103. \u201eFat\u0103, las\u0103 albumul, ai \u00eenghe\u0163at\u201d \u2014 \u00eemi \u015fopti \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat.\u00a0 \u201eDe ce nu mergi la casa \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103torului?\u201d \u2014 m\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103 privindu-m\u0103 piezi\u015f\u2026 Da, drumul spre lumin\u0103! A\u015fa voi face! Trebuie s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleg misterul unui destin!\u00a0 B\u0103tr\u00e2nul, m-a urm\u0103rit lung cu privirea\u2026 m\u0103 \u00eendreptam spre casa aceea plin\u0103 de flori. \u00cen fa\u0163\u0103, o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 \u0163\u0103r\u0103neasc\u0103. Oare nu era f\u00e2nt\u00e2na Mariei? L\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 o troi\u0163\u0103, o lum\u00e2nare aprins\u0103\u2026 M\u0103 ridic \u015fi citesc cu emo\u0163ie: \u201eRidicat\u0103 \u00een cinstea rom\u00e2nilor c\u0103zu\u0163i la datorie\u201d. Cad \u00een genunchi \u015fi m\u0103 rog. Pentru Calistrat, Arcadie, Nistor, pentru Domnicu\u0163a, pentru to\u0163i cei ce au pierit\u2026 M\u0103 inund\u0103 de undeva o fierbin\u0163eal\u0103. Cad\u2026 Nu\u00a0 mai simt nimic\u2026\u00a0 Deschid ochii. \u00cen fa\u0163a mea dou\u0103 chipuri angelice. Un b\u0103rbat \u015fi o femeie. Femeia de o frumuse\u0163e nep\u0103m\u00e2nteasc\u0103, b\u0103rbatul, cu ochi lumino\u015fi \u00een care puteam s\u0103 citesc universul. \u201eUnde sunt?\u201d \u2014 \u00eentreb \u015foptit. Ajunsesem ACAS\u0102! Acas\u0103 la Maria!<\/p>\n

—————-<\/p>\n

Mariana Gurza<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Din. vol. Destine umbrite, Editura Atticea, 2008)<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Gata! Nu mai vreau s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng!\u00a0 Privesc albumul \u00eeng\u0103lbenit de vreme \u015fi m\u0103 ascund curioas\u0103 printre pagini. Am Rom\u00e2nia Mare [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31945","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31945","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31945"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31945\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31948,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31945\/revisions\/31948"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31945"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31945"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31945"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}