Tr\u0103sura se opri dup\u0103 un drum lung, \u00een fa\u021ba unui conac izolat, \u00eenconjurat de p\u0103duri dese. V\u00e2ntul aducea miros de fum \u0219i frunze arse, iar cerul plumburiu ap\u0103sa peste totul. Isabela cobor\u00ee, tremur\u00e2nd, sprijinindu-se de marginea u\u0219ii. Niciun z\u00e2mbet, nicio vorb\u0103 bun\u0103 nu o \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103. Doar lini\u0219tea rece a unui loc str\u0103in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Ducele, pe care toat\u0103 lumea \u00eel numea \u201est\u0103p\u00e2nul de la Arencurt\u201d, \u00eei f\u0103cu semn s\u0103-l urmeze. Mersul lui era calculat, de parc\u0103 fiecare pas era o porunc\u0103. Fata \u00eel urm\u0103, cu privirea pierdut\u0103 printre umbrele groase ale conacului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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O servitoare b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eei ie\u0219i \u00een cale, cu o lantern\u0103 mic\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. O privi scurt, f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103, \u0219i \u00eei ar\u0103t\u0103 o camer\u0103 mic\u0103, la etajul cel mai rece. Pere\u021bii erau goi, iar fereastra abia se \u021binea \u00een balamale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Aici o s\u0103 stai, spuse femeia sec. St\u0103p\u00e2nul nu vrea zgomot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Isabela d\u0103du din cap \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe marginea patului. \u00cen \u00eenc\u0103pere mirosea a umezeal\u0103 \u0219i praf. \u00cenchise ochii \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2nse palmele, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i \u021bin\u0103 sufletul laolalt\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Zilele urm\u0103toare trecur\u0103 grele, t\u0103cute. Ducele nu o atingea, dar nici nu-i vorbea. O privea doar din umbr\u0103, ca un om care c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0219te ceva invizibil. C\u00e2nd trecea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, Isabela sim\u021bea c\u0103 aerul se taie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u00centr-o sear\u0103, \u00een timp ce lumina focului dansa pe pere\u021bi, el se apropie de ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Tat\u0103l t\u0103u\u2026 a f\u0103cut ce a trebuit, spuse \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103. Datoriile lui erau mai mari dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u021bi po\u021bi imagina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Isabela \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec.
\u2014 \u0218tiu, murmur\u0103 ea. Dar eu\u2026 n-am avut nicio vin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un z\u00e2mbet amar \u00eei trecu pe buze.
\u2014 Nici eu, r\u0103spunse el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi ie\u0219i, l\u0103s\u00e2nd-o singur\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndurile ei. \u00cen noaptea aceea, Isabela pl\u00e2nse f\u0103r\u0103 sunet. Lacrimile \u00eei udau m\u00e2necile rochiei, dar sufletul i se limpezea. \u00cencepuse s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 c\u0103 nu era doar o prad\u0103 a sor\u021bii, ci \u0219i o supravie\u021buitoare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dimine\u021bile urm\u0103toare le petrecea lucr\u00e2nd \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, printre trandafiri usca\u021bi \u0219i buruieni. \u00cen timp, degetele ei pline de noroi deveneau dovada unei voin\u021be noi: aceea de a tr\u0103i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ducele o privea uneori de la fereastr\u0103. Nu mai era fata speriat\u0103 de alt\u0103dat\u0103. \u00cen ochii ei ap\u0103rea o lumin\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103. \u00centr-o zi, cobor\u00ee la ea \u0219i spuse simplu:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mi-ai adus lini\u0219te \u00een casa asta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Isabela ridic\u0103 privirea \u0219i, pentru prima oar\u0103, \u00eel v\u0103zu altfel. Nu ca pe un b\u0103rbat care o cump\u0103rase, ci ca pe un om fr\u00e2nt, la fel de pierdut ca ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Timpul trecu, iar \u00eentre ei se a\u0219ternu o pace ciudat\u0103. Nu era iubire, nu la \u00eenceput, ci o recunoa\u0219tere t\u0103cut\u0103 a durerii celuilalt. Din t\u0103cerea aceea se n\u0103scu ceva nea\u0219teptat \u2014 respect, apoi grij\u0103, \u0219i \u00eentr-un sf\u00e2r\u0219it, o afec\u021biune sincer\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd prim\u0103vara \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cu loc prin p\u0103duri, Isabela ie\u0219i \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i v\u0103zu calul alb p\u0103sc\u00e2nd \u00een curte. Lacrimile \u00eei umplur\u0103 ochii. Acela fusese pre\u021bul pierderii ei, dar acum p\u0103rea un simbol al eliber\u0103rii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Se apropie, \u00eel m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie u\u0219or pe coam\u0103 \u0219i \u0219opti:
\u2014 N-am fost cump\u0103rat\u0103\u2026 am fost salvat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 ca nimeni s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Din spatele ei, vocea ducelui se auzi bl\u00e2nd:
\u2014 Poate c\u0103 \u0219i eu, Isabela. Poate c\u0103 \u0219i eu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen acea clip\u0103, soarele str\u0103luci peste conac, iar v\u00e2ntul aduse miros de flori proaspete. Era \u00eenceputul unei vie\u021bi noi, n\u0103scute din durere, dar crescut\u0103 din curaj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aceast\u0103 lucrare este inspirat\u0103 din evenimente \u0219i persoane reale, \u00eens\u0103 a fost fic\u021bionalizat\u0103 \u00een scopuri creative. Numele, personajele \u0219i detaliile au fost schimbate pentru a proteja intimitatea \u0219i pentru a \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi nara\u021biunea. Orice asem\u0103nare cu persoane reale, \u00een via\u021b\u0103 sau decedate, sau cu evenimente reale este pur \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare \u0219i nu este inten\u021bionat\u0103 de c\u0103tre autor.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Autorul \u0219i editorul nu \u00ee\u0219i asum\u0103 responsabilitatea pentru exactitatea evenimentelor sau pentru modul \u00een care sunt portretizate personajele \u0219i nu sunt r\u0103spunz\u0103tori pentru eventuale interpret\u0103ri gre\u0219ite. Aceast\u0103 poveste este oferit\u0103 \u201eca atare\u201d, iar orice opinii exprimate apar\u021bin personajelor \u0219i nu reflect\u0103 punctele de vedere ale autorului sau ale editorului.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tr\u0103sura se opri dup\u0103 un drum lung, \u00een fa\u021ba unui conac izolat, \u00eenconjurat de p\u0103duri dese. V\u00e2ntul aducea miros de fum \u0219i frunze arse, iar<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":43273,"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\/43271"}],"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=43271"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43271\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43272,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43271\/revisions\/43272"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/43273"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=43271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=43271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=43271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}