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Cuvintele lui au t\u0103iat t\u0103cerea ca o lam\u0103. Matilda s-a oprit, cu inima b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i \u00een piept de parc\u0103 voia s\u0103 fug\u0103. Anton st\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba ei, cu palmele \u00eempreunate, privindu-\u0219i pantofii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Nu te-am cump\u0103rat ca pe o vit\u0103, a spus el \u00eencet. Nu pot tr\u0103i cu g\u00e2ndul \u0103sta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Matilda a r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 suflare. Nici nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 cread\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Atunci\u2026 de ce ai f\u0103cut-o?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Anton a oftat ad\u00e2nc. \u2014 Am fost \u00eensurat. So\u021bia mea a murit acum opt ani. De atunci, n-am mai avut pe nimeni. N-am vrut o femeie pentru trupul ei, ci\u2026 pentru lini\u0219te. Pentru un acoperi\u0219 sub care s\u0103 nu mai fie t\u0103cerea asta care m\u0103 omoar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Ea a sim\u021bit cum ceva i se rupe \u00een piept. O parte din fric\u0103, o parte din durere. Nu se a\u0219teptase la o asemenea spovedanie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 A\u0219a c\u0103 nu trebuie s\u0103 te temi, a continuat el. Nu te voi atinge p\u00e2n\u0103 nu o s\u0103 vrei tu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Matilda a cl\u0103tinat u\u0219or din cap, ne\u0219tiind dac\u0103 s\u0103-l cread\u0103. A petrecut noaptea aceea pe marginea patului, cu ochii la fereastr\u0103, ascult\u00e2nd greierii. \u00centr-un col\u021b, Anton dormea pe un scaun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dimine\u021bile care au urmat au fost reci \u0219i t\u0103cute. Matilda sp\u0103la, g\u0103tea, \u00eengrijea animalele, dar \u00een inima ei era o pustietate grea. Anton era un om bl\u00e2nd, dar distan\u021bat. Nu-i cerea nimic, nu ridica tonul. Uneori, \u00eei l\u0103sa c\u00e2te o floare pe mas\u0103. Alteori, \u00eei aducea o carte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, Matilda l-a surprins privind fotografia unei femei tinere. Avea p\u0103rul blond \u0219i z\u00e2mbet cald.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 E ea, nu-i a\u0219a? so\u021bia ta?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
El a dat din cap. \u2014 Ana. A murit \u00een iarn\u0103, \u00een somn. De atunci n-am mai \u0219tiut s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Matilda s-a apropiat de mas\u0103 \u0219i a atins u\u0219or rama. \u2014 N-ai cump\u0103rat o so\u021bie, Anton, ai cump\u0103rat un suflet fl\u0103m\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
El a ridicat privirea, surprins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Fl\u0103m\u00e2nd de libertate, a continuat ea. Dar dac\u0103 vrei, putem \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba am\u00e2ndoi din nou ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103im.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen lunile ce au urmat, gospod\u0103ria s-a schimbat. Matilda r\u00e2dea pentru prima dat\u0103. \u00cenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 c\u00e2nte la armonic\u0103, s\u0103 mulg\u0103 vaca, s\u0103 planteze flori. Anton o privea cu un fel de tandre\u021be t\u0103cut\u0103, ca un om care nu mai sperase s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, dup\u0103 cin\u0103, el i-a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 C\u00e2nd te-am adus aici, credeam c\u0103 te salvez. Dar tu m-ai salvat pe mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Matilda a z\u00e2mbit. \u2014 Poate c\u0103 Dumnezeu ne-a pus \u00een acela\u0219i drum nu ca s\u0103 ne iubim din datorie, ci ca s\u0103 ne vindec\u0103m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anii au trecut. Casa lor a devenit plin\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103. Au adoptat doi copii dintr-un orfelinat din jude\u021bul vecin. Matilda a deschis o mic\u0103 \u0219coal\u0103 de cusut pentru fetele s\u0103race din sat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar \u00eentr-o zi, c\u00e2nd cineva a \u00eentrebat-o dac\u0103 a regretat c\u0103 a fost \u201ev\u00e2ndut\u0103\u201d, ea a r\u0103spuns simplu:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Da, am fost v\u00e2ndut\u0103. Dar am fost cump\u0103rat\u0103 cu inim\u0103, nu cu bani. \u0218i uneori, cele mai grele drumuri duc exact acolo unde trebuia s\u0103 ajungem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i \u00een timp ce soarele apunea peste Valea Armoniei, Matilda \u0219i Anton st\u0103teau pe prispa casei, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103. Nu mai era t\u0103cere \u00eentre ei. Doar lini\u0219te. Acea lini\u0219te care vine atunci c\u00e2nd via\u021ba, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, te las\u0103 s\u0103 respiri.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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