Eram un om obi\u0219nuit. Un om ca oricare altul, prins \u00eentr-o rutin\u0103 bine \u00eenchegat\u0103: serviciu de la opt la cinci, o cas\u0103 frumoas\u0103 la marginea ora\u0219ului, o so\u021bie care m\u0103 a\u0219tepta \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 cu masa cald\u0103 \u0219i o feti\u021b\u0103 de \u0219ase ani care \u00eemi colora via\u021ba cu r\u00e2sul ei cristalin. Nu-mi puneam prea multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri despre sensul vie\u021bii sau despre ce se ascunde dincolo de banalul cotidian. P\u0103rea c\u0103 totul merge de la sine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Dar via\u021ba are un fel ciudat de a ne ar\u0103ta c\u0103, \u00een clipa \u00een care nu te mai a\u0219tep\u021bi la nimic, se poate \u00eent\u00e2mpla totul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Era o diminea\u021b\u0103 obi\u0219nuit\u0103 de joi, \u00eenceput de aprilie. Aerul mirosea a p\u0103m\u00e2nt reav\u0103n, iar p\u0103durea din spatele casei frem\u0103ta de via\u021b\u0103. P\u0103s\u0103rile c\u00e2ntau, iar primele frunze \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be se i\u021beau pe crengile copacilor. So\u021bia mea, Andreea, preg\u0103tea cafelele \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria mic\u0103, iar Irina ie\u0219ise s\u0103 se joace \u00een curte, cu p\u0103pu\u0219a ei preferat\u0103, pe care o botezase Maria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Casa noastr\u0103, situat\u0103 la marginea ora\u0219ului, era un loc tihnit, unde nu ajungeau zgomotele de ma\u0219ini \u0219i unde dimine\u021bile \u00eencepeau mereu cu ciripit de vr\u0103bii. \u00cen curte aveam un leag\u0103n din lemn, pe care \u00eel montasem \u00een vara trecut\u0103, \u0219i o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 mic\u0103 de joac\u0103 pentru Irina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Eram la mas\u0103, citind pe telefon c\u00e2teva \u0219tiri, c\u00e2nd un urlet mi-a \u00eenghe\u021bat s\u00e2ngele \u00een vene. Era un \u021bip\u0103t scurt, sf\u00e2\u0219ietor, de copil. Am s\u0103rit \u00een picioare, arunc\u00e2nd telefonul pe mas\u0103, iar Andreea a sc\u0103pat ce\u0219tile de cafea pe gresie. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai zic nimic, am alergat spre curte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Irina nu mai era acolo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Poarta mic\u0103 din lemn, pe care o \u00eencuia mereu Andreea cu z\u0103vorul vechi, era larg deschis\u0103. \u00cen p\u0103m\u00e2ntul umed se vedeau c\u00e2teva urme mici de pa\u0219i, care duceau spre p\u0103dure. Am sim\u021bit cum tot aerul din pl\u0103m\u00e2ni mi se scurge, iar lumea din jur p\u0103rea c\u0103 se clatin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Irina! am strigat disperat, privind \u00een jur. Niciun r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Andreea a ie\u0219it \u00een fug\u0103, cu telefonul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, sun\u00e2nd la poli\u021bie. Vocea \u00eei era spart\u0103 de suspine:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Ajutor! V\u0103 rog! Feti\u021ba noastr\u0103\u2026 a disp\u0103rut\u2026 \u00een p\u0103dure!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Fiecare secund\u0103 era o ran\u0103 deschis\u0103. M-am repezit spre liziera p\u0103durii, strig\u00e2nd, alerg\u00e2nd, cu inima zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-mi-se \u00een piept ca un animal prins \u00een capcan\u0103. P\u0103durea nu mai p\u0103rea locul acela lini\u0219tit pe care \u00eel \u0219tiam. Crengile trosneau, frunzele fo\u0219neau, iar v\u00e2ntul p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u0219opte\u0219te lucruri pe care nu voiam s\u0103 le aud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Trecuser\u0103 minute lungi, grele ca plumbul. G\u00e2nduri negre \u00eemi invadaser\u0103 mintea. Dac\u0103 s-a pierdut? Dac\u0103 s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit? Dac\u0103 cineva a luat-o? Sau, mai r\u0103u\u2026 Se zvonise \u00een zon\u0103 c\u0103 un urs fusese z\u0103rit de c\u00e2teva ori aproape de case. Nu crezusem niciodat\u0103 \u00een zvonuri, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een clipa aceea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u0218i atunci, dintr-o desi\u0219 de m\u0103r\u0103cini, a ap\u0103rut un c\u00e2ine. Murdar, slab, cu blana zb\u00e2rlit\u0103 \u0219i o ureche ciop\u00e2r\u021bit\u0103. Ochii lui \u00eens\u0103\u2026 ochii aceia mari, bl\u00e2nzi, spuneau o poveste pe care cuvintele nu o puteau cuprinde. \u00cen botul lui, purtat\u0103 cu grij\u0103, ca pe o comoar\u0103 pre\u021bioas\u0103, era Irina. Feti\u021ba mea. Cu fa\u021ba murdar\u0103, cu lacrimi uscate pe obraji, dar \u00eentreag\u0103. Nev\u0103t\u0103mat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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C\u00e2inele a ie\u0219it \u00een poian\u0103 \u0219i a a\u0219ezat-o u\u0219or pe iarb\u0103, apoi s-a retras c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i, l\u0103tr\u00e2nd scurt spre mine, ca \u0219i cum mi-ar fi spus: \u201eE aici. Am adus-o.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Mi-au tremurat genunchii. Am c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, am cuprins-o \u00een bra\u021be, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een hohote. Irina m-a privit cu ochi mari \u0219i obosi\u021bi \u0219i a spus cu voce stins\u0103:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Tata\u2026 m-a g\u0103sit c\u00e2inele\u2026 m-a adus acas\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Andreea a ajuns \u00een fug\u0103, url\u00e2nd de durere \u0219i u\u0219urare, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd-o pe Irina la piept. C\u00e2inele se a\u0219ezase \u00een iarb\u0103, d\u00e2nd din coad\u0103 \u00eencet, privind la noi cu o lini\u0219te pe care n-am s-o uit niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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C\u00e2nd au ajuns poli\u021bia \u0219i p\u0103durarul, ne-au spus c\u0103 \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, \u00een ultimele zile fusese z\u0103rit un urs \u00een zon\u0103. P\u0103durea fusese deja verificat\u0103, dar f\u0103r\u0103 rezultat. Se pare c\u0103 feti\u021ba se aventurase dup\u0103 un fluture alb, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama c\u00e2t de departe ajunsese. P\u0103durarii au g\u0103sit urme proaspete de urs nu departe de locul unde fusese g\u0103sit\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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C\u00e2inele\u2026 c\u00e2inele ap\u0103ruse exact la timp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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L-am luat acas\u0103. I-am dat ap\u0103, m\u00e2ncare, o p\u0103tur\u0103 curat\u0103. Era slab, cu coastele ie\u0219ite, plin de r\u0103ni vechi. Niciun cip, niciun semn c\u0103 ar fi avut vreodat\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n. A doua zi l-am dus la veterinar. Avea cam cinci ani, zicea doctorul, dar fusese c\u00e2ndva b\u0103tut crunt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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L-am numit Azor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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De atunci, nu l-am mai putut l\u0103sa s\u0103 plece. Azor a devenit fratele Irinei. Dormea la ea \u00een pat, o conducea \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la poart\u0103, o a\u0219tepta cuminte c\u00e2nd venea de la \u0219coal\u0103. C\u00e2nd ploua, st\u0103tea pe prag, privind drumul, p\u00e2n\u0103 o z\u0103rea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Au trecut doi ani. Azor a crescut \u00eenapoi \u00een putere, blana i-a devenit deas\u0103 \u0219i lucioas\u0103, r\u0103nile i s-au vindecat, dar \u00een ochii lui a r\u0103mas mereu acea triste\u021be t\u0103cut\u0103. Nu \u0219tim ce via\u021b\u0103 dusese \u00eenainte, dar ce \u0219tim e c\u0103 el ne-a salvat Irina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u00cen serile de var\u0103, st\u0103m cu to\u021bii pe prispa casei, iar Irina \u00eei spune pove\u0219ti lui Azor, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u00een\u021belege fiecare cuv\u00e2nt. \u0218i poate chiar \u00een\u021belege.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Pentru c\u0103 uneori, \u00eengerii nu au aripi. Uneori au blan\u0103, coad\u0103 \u0219i ochi care nu mint. \u0218i vin \u00een via\u021ba ta exact atunci c\u00e2nd ai cea mai mare nevoie de ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Iar de atunci, lumea mea nu mai e doar o rutin\u0103. E un loc \u00een care cred, mai mult ca oric\u00e2nd, \u00een miracole. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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