\u201eEste cineva acolo,\u201d spuse Anya \u00een lini\u0219te, \u00eendrept\u00e2nd lumina slab\u0103 a lanternei sub pod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un fior rece p\u0103trunse sub pielea ei, iar noroiul de toamn\u0103 se lipi de talpa pantofilor, f\u0103c\u00e2nd fiecare pas mai greu. Dup\u0103 o schimbare de 12 ore la postul medical, picioarele ei erau dureroase de oboseal\u0103, dar acest sunet ciudat\u2014un pl\u00e2ns slab \u00een \u00eentuneric\u2014o f\u0103cea s\u0103 uite de tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een jur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cobor\u00ee panta alunecoas\u0103, apuc\u00e2ndu-se de pietrele ude. Lumina dezv\u0103lui mica siluet\u0103 a unui copil str\u00e2ns\u0103 de un st\u00e2lp de beton. F\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103l\u021b\u0103minte, purt\u00e2nd o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 sub\u021bire, ud\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, corpul copilului era acoperit de murd\u0103rie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDoamne\u2026\u201d spuse Anya, gr\u0103bindu-se s\u0103 se apropie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
B\u0103iatul nu reac\u021biona la lumin\u0103. Ochii lui\u2014acoperi\u021bi cu un film opac\u2014priveau prin ea. Anya mi\u0219c\u0103 cu grij\u0103 m\u00e2na \u00een fa\u021ba fe\u021bei lui, dar pupilele nu se mi\u0219car\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eEste orb\u2026\u201d \u0219opti ea, sim\u021bindu-\u0219i inima str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een piept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du jos geaca, \u00eenvelind copilul cu ea \u0219i \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l aproape. Corpul lui era rece ca ghea\u021ba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ofi\u021berul local, Nikolai Petrovich, ajunse abia o or\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu. Inspect\u0103 locul, not\u0103 c\u00e2teva detalii \u00een carnetul s\u0103u \u0219i apoi d\u0103du din cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eCel mai probabil, l-au l\u0103sat aici. Cineva l-a adus \u00een p\u0103dure \u0219i l-a abandonat. Sunt tot mai multe cazuri de genul acesta \u00een zilele noastre. E\u0219ti \u00eenc\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, fata mea. M\u00e2ine, \u00eel vom duce la orfelinatul din district.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu,\u201d r\u0103spunse Anya hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2nd b\u0103iatul mai str\u00e2ns. \u201eNu-l dau. \u00cel iau cu mine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acas\u0103, umplu o cad\u0103 veche cu ap\u0103 cald\u0103, sp\u0103l\u00e2ndu-l cu grij\u0103 de murd\u0103ria de pe drum. \u00cel \u00eenveli \u00eentr-un cear\u0219af moale cu margarete\u2014acela\u0219i pe care mama ei \u00eel p\u0103strase \u201epentru orice eventualitate.\u201d B\u0103iatul abia m\u00e2nca, nu spunea niciun cuv\u00e2nt, dar atunci c\u00e2nd Anya \u00eel a\u0219ez\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, el apuc\u0103 degetul ei cu micile lui m\u00e2ini \u0219i nu-l mai l\u0103s\u0103 toat\u0103 noaptea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diminea\u021ba, mama ei ap\u0103ru la u\u0219\u0103. C\u00e2nd v\u0103zu b\u0103iatul adormit, tres\u0103ri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eChiar \u00ee\u021bi dai seama ce ai f\u0103cut?\u201d \u0219opti ea, pentru a nu-l trezi pe copil. \u201eE\u0219ti \u00eenc\u0103 fat\u0103! Dou\u0103zeci de ani, nici so\u021b, nici mijloace de trai!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eMami,\u201d o \u00eentrerupse Anya u\u0219or, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103. \u201eAceasta este decizia mea. \u0218i nu o voi schimba.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eOh, Anya\u2026\u201d oft\u0103 mama. \u201e\u0218i dac\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii apar?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDup\u0103 a\u0219a ceva?\u201d Anya d\u0103du din cap. \u201eS\u0103 \u00eencerce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama plec\u0103, tr\u00e2ntind u\u0219a. Dar \u00een acea sear\u0103, tat\u0103l ei, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt, l\u0103s\u0103 un cal de lemn la prag\u2014un juc\u0103rie pe care o cioplise \u0219i o f\u0103cuse chiar el. \u0218i spuse \u00een lini\u0219te:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eM\u00e2ine, aduc ni\u0219te cartofi. \u0218i pu\u021bin lapte.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\u0219a \u00ee\u0219i spunea el: Sunt al\u0103turi de tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Primele zile au fost cele mai grele. B\u0103iatul st\u0103tea t\u0103cut, abia m\u00e2nca, se speria la fiecare zgomot puternic. Dar \u00eentr-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eenv\u0103\u021base s\u0103-i g\u0103seasc\u0103 m\u00e2na \u00een \u00eentuneric, iar c\u00e2nd Anya \u00eei c\u00e2nta un c\u00e2ntec de leag\u0103n, primul z\u00e2mbet ap\u0103ru pe fa\u021ba lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTe voi numi Petya,\u201d hot\u0103r\u00e2 ea \u00eentr-o zi, dup\u0103 ce \u00eel sp\u0103l\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei piept\u0103n\u0103 p\u0103rul. \u201eCum \u00ee\u021bi place numele? Petya\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Copilul nu r\u0103spunse, dar \u00eentinse m\u00e2na c\u0103tre ea, apropiindu-se.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vorbele se r\u0103sp\u00e2ndir\u0103 repede prin sat. Unii se sim\u021beau mil\u0103, al\u021bii o condamnau, iar al\u021bii erau doar surprin\u0219i. Dar Anya nu le d\u0103dea aten\u021bie. Lumea ei acum se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea \u00een jurul unei singure persoane\u2014aceea pe care i-a promis c\u0103 \u00eei va oferi c\u0103ldur\u0103, un c\u0103min \u0219i iubire. \u0218i pentru asta, era gata s\u0103 fac\u0103 orice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trecuse o lun\u0103. Petya \u00eencepea s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd auzea sunetul pa\u0219ilor ei. \u00cenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 o lingur\u0103, iar c\u00e2nd Anya \u00eentindea rufele, el \u00eencerca s\u0103 ajute\u2014sim\u021bindu-se dup\u0103 clemele din co\u0219 \u0219i d\u00e2ndu-le ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, ca de obicei, st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul lui. Deodat\u0103, b\u0103iatul \u00eentinse m\u00e2na c\u0103tre fa\u021ba ei, \u00ee\u0219i frec\u0103 degetele pe obrazul ei \u0219i spuse lini\u0219tit, dar clar:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eMam\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya \u00eenghe\u021b\u0103. Inima ei se opri, apoi \u00eencepu s\u0103 bat\u0103 at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t nu mai putea s\u0103 respire. Apuc\u0103 palmele mici \u00een m\u00e2inile ei \u0219i \u0219opti:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa, dragule. Sunt aici. \u0218i voi fi mereu l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen acea noapte, abia adormi\u2014st\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul lui, m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-i capul, ascult\u00e2ndu-i respira\u021bia constant\u0103. Diminea\u021ba, tat\u0103l ei ap\u0103ru la u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201e\u0218tiu pe cineva la administra\u021bie,\u201d spuse el, \u021bin\u00e2nd o p\u0103l\u0103rie \u00een m\u00e2ini. \u201eVom aranja tutelajul. Nu-\u021bi face griji.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atunci, Anya pl\u00e2nse \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it\u2014nu din durere, ci din fericirea imens\u0103 care o umplea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un raz de soare se strecur\u0103 pe obrazul lui Petya. Nu clipea, dar z\u00e2mbea\u2014auzind pe cineva intr\u00e2nd \u00een camer\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eMam\u0103, ai venit,\u201d \u00eentinse cu \u00eencredere, g\u0103sindu-o dup\u0103 vocea ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trecuser\u0103 patru ani. Petya avea \u0219apte ani, Anya avea dou\u0103zeci \u0219i patru. B\u0103iatul se adaptase de mult timp la cas\u0103: cuno\u0219tea fiecare prag, fiecare pas, fiecare sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 care scr\u00e2\u0219nea. Se mi\u0219ca u\u0219or, ca \u0219i cum ar fi sim\u021bit spa\u021biul pe deplin\u2014f\u0103r\u0103 vedere, dar cu o viziune interioar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eMilka e pe verand\u0103,\u201d spuse el \u00eentr-o zi, umpl\u00e2ndu-\u0219i un pahar cu ap\u0103 din ulcior. \u201ePa\u0219ii ei sunt ca fo\u0219netul ierbii.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pisica ro\u0219ie devenise tovar\u0103\u0219a lui fidel\u0103. Se p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00een\u021belegea c\u0103 Petya era special \u0219i nu pleca niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2nd el \u00eentindea m\u00e2na s\u0103-i cear\u0103 laba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBravo,\u201d \u00eel s\u0103rut\u0103 Anya pe frunte. \u201eAst\u0103zi va veni o persoan\u0103 care te va ajuta \u0219i mai mult.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acea persoan\u0103 era Anton Sergeyevich\u2014un nou venit \u00een casa m\u0103tu\u0219ii sale. Un b\u0103rbat slab, cu p\u0103rul grizonat la temple, plin de c\u0103r\u021bi vechi \u0219i note pe care le p\u0103strase \u00eentreaga via\u021b\u0103. Satul \u00eel numea \u201eeccentricul din ora\u0219,\u201d dar Anya v\u0103zu imediat \u00een el bun\u0103tatea de care Petya avea nevoie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBun\u0103 ziua,\u201d spuse Anton cu voce bl\u00e2nd\u0103, intr\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Petya, de obicei prudent cu persoanele noi, \u00eentinse brusc m\u00e2na: \u201eBun\u0103. Vocea ta\u2026 este ca mierea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Profesorul se l\u0103s\u0103 jos pentru a privi fa\u021ba b\u0103iatului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAi auzul unui adev\u0103rat muzician,\u201d r\u0103spunse el, sco\u021b\u00e2nd o carte cu puncte ridicate din geant\u0103. \u201eAceasta e pentru tine. Braille.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Petya \u00ee\u0219i trecu degetele peste primele linii\u2014\u0219i z\u00e2mbi larg pentru prima dat\u0103:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAstea sunt litere? Le pot sim\u021bi!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
De atunci, Anton venea \u00een fiecare zi. \u00cei \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba pe Petya s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 cu degetele, s\u0103-\u0219i scrie g\u00e2ndurile \u00eentr-un caiet, s\u0103 aud\u0103 lumea nu cu ochii, ci cu \u00eentregul corp. S\u0103 asculte v\u00e2ntul, s\u0103 disting\u0103 mirosurile \u0219i s\u0103 simt\u0103 starea unui glas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAude cuvintele a\u0219a cum al\u021bii ascult\u0103 muzica\u201d, i-a spus Anton Anyei, c\u00e2nd b\u0103iatul, obosit de lec\u021bii, adormise deja. \u201eAuziul lui e ca al unui poet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Petya vorbea adesea despre visele sale:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201e\u00cen visele mele, v\u0103d sunetele. Cele ro\u0219ii sunt puternice, cele albastre sunt lini\u0219tite, ca mama c\u00e2nd se g\u00e2nde\u0219te noaptea. \u0218i cele verzi\u2014acestea sunt c\u00e2nd Milka e aproape.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 stea l\u00e2ng\u0103 sob\u0103, ascult\u00e2nd pocnetul lemnelor:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eSob\u0103 vorbe\u0219te c\u00e2nd e cald\u0103. Dac\u0103 e rece, r\u0103m\u00e2ne t\u0103cut\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Uneori, ajungea la concluzii surprinz\u0103toare:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAst\u0103zi e\u0219ti ca culoarea portocalie. Cald\u0103. Iar bunicul a fost ieri gri-albastru\u2014\u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 era trist.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Via\u021ba curgea lini\u0219tit\u0103. Gr\u0103dina oferea destul\u0103 m\u00e2ncare, p\u0103rin\u021bii ajutau, iar duminica, Anya cocea o pl\u0103cint\u0103, pe care Petya o numea \u201esoarele mic din cuptor.\u201d B\u0103iatul aduna ierburi, recunosc\u00e2ndu-le dup\u0103 miros. Sim\u021bea ploaia cu mult \u00eenainte ca prima pic\u0103tur\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103 \u0219i spunea:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eCerul se va apleca \u0219i va \u00eencepe s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u0103tenii \u00eel comp\u0103timeau:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eB\u0103iatul \u0103sta. La ora\u0219 ar fi la o \u0219coal\u0103 special\u0103. Poate l-ar \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 fie cineva important.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar Anya \u0219i Petya erau \u00eempotriva acestui lucru. \u0218i \u00eentr-o zi, c\u00e2nd vecinul \u00eencercase s\u0103 o conving\u0103 pe Anya s\u0103 \u201e\u00eel pun\u0103 pe copil \u00eentr-o \u0219coal\u0103 potrivit\u0103,\u201d Petya spuse brusc, ferm:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAcolo nu aud r\u00e2ul. Nu simt mirosul merilor. Aici\u2014asta e locul meu.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anton \u00eenregistra g\u00e2ndurile sale pe band\u0103. \u00centr-o zi, le-a citit la biblioteca din district, \u00een timpul serii de pove\u0219ti pentru copii. \u0218i a redat \u00eenregistrarea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sala s-a f\u0103cut lini\u0219tit\u0103. Oamenii ascultau, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i respira\u021bia. Unii pl\u00e2ngeau. Al\u021bii priveau afar\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103, ca \u0219i cum ar fi auzit pentru prima dat\u0103 ceva important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd Anton s-a \u00eentors, a \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219it impresiile sale cu Anya:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu e doar un copil cu dizabilit\u0103\u021bi. El vede lumea \u00een interiorul s\u0103u. A\u0219a cum noi am uitat de mult cum s\u0103 o facem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
De atunci, nimeni nu a mai sugerat s\u0103-l trimit\u0103 pe Petya la un orfelinat. \u00cen schimb, copiii veneau s\u0103-l asculte pe el povestind. Pre\u0219edintele satului a alocat chiar \u0219i fonduri pentru c\u0103r\u021bi \u00een Braille.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Petya a \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai fie \u201eb\u0103iatul orb\u201d\u2014el a devenit cineva cu o viziune unic\u0103 asupra lumii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAst\u0103zi cerul sun\u0103\u201d, spunea el \u00eentr-o zi, st\u00e2nd la u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i fa\u021ba spre soare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acum avea treisprezece ani. Crescuse, se \u00een\u0103l\u021base, p\u0103rul \u00eei era decolorat de soarele verii, iar vocea \u00eei era mai ad\u00e2nc\u0103 dec\u00e2t a multora dintre cei de v\u00e2rsta lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya avea treizeci de ani. Timpul trecuse, l\u0103s\u00e2nd doar c\u00e2teva riduri sub ochi\u2014acolo unde z\u00e2mbetele ap\u0103reau adesea. \u0218i acum z\u00e2mbea mult. Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tia: via\u021ba ei avea sens. Un sens mare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eHai \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103,\u201d suger\u0103 Petya, lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i bastonul. Acas\u0103 \u00eel folosea rar\u2014curtea era la fel de cunoscut\u0103 pentru el ca \u0219i palma. Dar \u00een p\u0103dure sau la ora\u0219\u2014\u00eenc\u0103 era nevoie de el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La poart\u0103, se opri brusc, alert:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eVine cineva. Un b\u0103rbat. Pa\u0219i grei, dar nu b\u0103tr\u00e2ni.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya \u00eenghe\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ea, ascult\u00e2nd. Cu adev\u0103rat, cineva era afar\u0103 la poart\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O poveste necunoscut\u0103 \u00eencepea cu un pas invizibil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La un minut mai t\u00e2rziu, un str\u0103in ap\u0103ru col\u021bul. \u00cenalt, cu umeri largi, cu fa\u021ba bronzat\u0103 \u0219i ochi deschi\u0219i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBun\u0103 ziua,\u201d atinse u\u0219or capul, ca \u0219i cum \u0219i-ar fi dat jos o p\u0103l\u0103rie imaginar\u0103. \u201eM\u0103 numesc Igor. Am venit s\u0103 repar liftul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBun\u0103,\u201d Anya \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terse m\u00e2inile pe \u0219or\u021b. \u201eC\u0103uta\u021bi pe cineva?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa,\u201d z\u00e2mbi el. \u201eMi-au spus c\u0103 pot \u00eenchiria o camer\u0103 aici \u00een timp ce lucrez.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brusc, Petya f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenainte \u0219i \u00eentinse m\u00e2na:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eVocea dumneavoastr\u0103\u2026 e ca o chitar\u0103 veche. Cald\u0103, un pic pr\u0103fuit\u0103, dar bun\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Igor fu surprins, dar \u00eei str\u00e2nse m\u00e2na ferm, sincer:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eSe pare c\u0103 e\u0219ti poet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eEl este muzicianul meu de cuvinte,\u201d spuse Anya cu un z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd, invit\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 intre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Igor se dovedea a fi inginer, unul dintre cei care c\u0103l\u0103toresc mult\u2014repar\u00e2nd utilaje agricole \u00een diferite districte. Avea treizeci \u0219i cinci de ani, so\u021bia murise acum trei ani \u0219i nu avea copii. Urma s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sat o lun\u0103 c\u00e2t timp se repara liftul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar \u00een doar o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, devenise o parte din via\u021ba lor. \u00cen fiecare sear\u0103, dup\u0103 ce se \u00eentorcea de la munc\u0103, se a\u0219eza pe verand\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 Petya, iar ei discutau despre orice: ma\u0219ini, metal, cum func\u021bioneaz\u0103 toate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eUn tractor are ceva ca o inim\u0103?\u201d \u00eentreba b\u0103iatul, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind pisica.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa. E motorul. Bate aproape ca o inim\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103, doar c\u0103 mai regulat,\u201d r\u0103spundea Igor, iar Petya d\u0103dea din cap aprobat, imagin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i acest puls mecanic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd acoperi\u0219ul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 picure prim\u0103vara, Igor a luat \u00een t\u0103cere o scar\u0103, a urcat la mansard\u0103 \u0219i a reparat g\u0103urile. Apoi a \u00eenlocuit gardul, a reparat f\u00e2nt\u00e2na \u0219i a fixat poarta care sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia. Munca lui era serioas\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 zarv\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2nd totul s\u0103 fie de \u00eencredere pentru mul\u021bi ani de acum \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i seara, c\u00e2nd Petya adormea, el \u0219i Anya st\u0103teau \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, beau ceai \u0219i discutau\u2014despre c\u0103r\u021bi, despre drumurile pe care le parcurse fiecare pentru a ajunge la acest punct. Despre pierderi. Despre o nou\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAm fost \u00een multe locuri,\u201d spunea Igor. \u201eDar niciodat\u0103 nu am v\u0103zut o cas\u0103 ca aceasta.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd a venit momentul s\u0103 plece, st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 poart\u0103 cu un rucsac \u00een spate \u0219i spunea, st\u00e2ngaci:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eM\u0103 \u00eentorc \u00een dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. Dac\u0103 \u00eemi da\u021bi voie\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya d\u0103du din cap simplu. Petya se apropie \u0219i \u00eel \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTe rog, \u00eentoarce-te. Acum e\u0219ti unul dintre noi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i s-a \u00eentors. Mai \u00eent\u00e2i \u00een dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, apoi din nou \u00eentr-o lun\u0103. \u0218i p\u00e2n\u0103 toamna, \u0219i-a mutat lucrurile \u00een sat pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Au avut o nunt\u0103 lini\u0219tit\u0103, ca acas\u0103. Doar familia apropiat\u0103, flori din gr\u0103din\u0103, o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103 pentru Petya\u2014cea pe care au ales-o \u00eempreun\u0103, cu grij\u0103 \u0219i delicate\u021be. B\u0103iatul st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 Igor, ca un egal, \u0219i c\u00e2nd a fost momentul s\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 un toast, a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu v\u0103 pot vedea, dar \u0219tiu\u2014voi str\u0103luci\u021bi. Iar mama\u2014este cel mai cald soare.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sala era at\u00e2t de lini\u0219tit\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t se auzeau merele c\u0103z\u00e2nd pe iarba de afar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acum, familia era format\u0103 din patru: Anya, Igor, Petya \u0219i ro\u0219cata Milka, care prefera s\u0103 doarm\u0103 pe pervazul ferestrei, acolo unde soarele o \u00eenc\u0103lzea cel mai bine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Profesorul Anton venea \u00een continuare pentru lec\u021bii. Petya scria pove\u0219ti uimitoare, care uneori erau publicate \u00een reviste specializate. Cuvintele lui \u00eencepeau s\u0103 fie auzite nu doar \u00een sat, ci \u0219i dincolo de grani\u021bele lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o zi, Igor a primit o ofert\u0103 de munc\u0103 \u00een ora\u0219\u2014una bun\u0103, cu o carier\u0103. El, Anya \u0219i Petya au discutat mult despre asta. Dup\u0103 un moment de t\u0103cere, b\u0103iatul a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu am nevoie de nimic mai mult. Aici simt r\u00e2ul, copacii, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Aici tr\u0103iesc.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i Igor a refuzat ora\u0219ul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 prea mult.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201e\u0218tii,\u201d spunea el \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, \u00een timp ce bea ceai pe verand\u0103, \u201eam realizat ceva. Fericirea nu e \u00een locuri noi sau titluri. Fericirea este s\u0103 fii necesar cuiva.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Petya st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 ei, trec\u00e2ndu-\u0219i degetele peste paginile unei c\u0103r\u021bi \u00een Braille. Apoi \u0219i-a ridicat fa\u021ba \u0219i a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePot s\u0103 v\u0103 spun ce am g\u00e2ndit azi?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDesigur,\u201d z\u00e2mbi Anya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eZ\u0103pada e atunci c\u00e2nd cerul \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencetine\u0219te vorbirea \u0219i face o pauz\u0103. Iar mama este lumina care va fi mereu acolo, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd e \u00eentuneric. \u0218i eu nu sunt orb. Ochii mei sunt doar diferi\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anya \u00eei apuc\u0103 m\u00e2na lui Igor. Afar\u0103, prima z\u0103pad\u0103 c\u0103dea \u00eencet, soba ardea \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i via\u021ba \u00ee\u0219i urma drumul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i \u00een ochii lui Petya, \u00eendrepta\u021bi spre interior, str\u0103lucea ceea ce nu po\u021bi vedea cu o privire. Ceea ce tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een fiecare om, dar nu to\u021bi pot auzi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dac\u0103 \u021bi-a pl\u0103cut povestea, nu uita s\u0103 o distribui cu prietenii t\u0103i! \u00cempreun\u0103 putem duce mai departe emo\u021bia \u0219i inspira\u021bia.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201eEste cineva acolo,\u201d spuse Anya \u00een lini\u0219te, \u00eendrept\u00e2nd lumina slab\u0103 a lanternei sub pod. Un fior rece p\u0103trunse sub pielea ei, iar noroiul de toamn\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":39187,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39218"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=39218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39219,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39218\/revisions\/39219"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/39187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=39218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=39218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=39218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}