Mar\u021bea aceea nu avea nimic special, \u00een afar\u0103 de ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 care topea ora\u0219ul \u00eentr-o sup\u0103 de lumini. Ana tocmai \u00ee\u0219i turnase cafea c\u00e2nd soneria a t\u0103iat buc\u0103t\u0103ria \u00een dou\u0103. La u\u0219\u0103, un curier cu gluga tras\u0103 pe ochi i-a \u00eentins un plic \u00eeng\u0103lbenit, cu timbru de 2004 \u0219i col\u021buri roase de timp. \u201eAsta s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit pe la noi\u2026 pare important\u201d, a murmurat. C\u00e2nd a atins cerneala, Anei i s-a t\u0103iat glasul: literele \u00eenclinate, buclele tremurate\u2014era scrisul mamei. Mamei despre care satul spune c\u0103 se \u00eenecase \u00eentr-o inunda\u021bie, \u00eentr-o noapte tulbure pe care Ana n-a \u00eencetat s\u0103 o viseze.<\/p>\n
A rupt plicul ca pe o piele veche. \u00cen\u0103untru, o h\u00e2rtie care mirosea a mu\u0219e\u021bel \u0219i pod: \u201eAna, dac\u0103 plicul acesta a ajuns la tine, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 mar\u021bea s-a aliniat, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it. \u00centoarce-te la casa din vale. Sub nuc, acolo unde pl\u00e2nsul se ascunde \u00een r\u0103d\u0103cini, e o cutie. Nu o deschide \u00eenainte de miezul nop\u021bii. Adu-\u021bi aminte de c\u00e2ntec.\u201d L\u00e2ng\u0103 scrisoare, o cheie ruginit\u0103, un fir de liliac presat \u00eentre pagini \u0219i o fotografie neclar\u0103 cu un b\u0103rbat \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021be un copil somnoros. B\u0103rbatul avea o m\u00e2n\u0103 bandajat\u0103, iar copilul un tiv ars la rochi\u021b\u0103. Ana a sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eei coboar\u0103 \u00een palme.<\/p>\n
Drumul spre sat s-a \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00een jurul ei ca o e\u0219arf\u0103 ud\u0103. Pe marginea \u0219oselei, b\u0103l\u021bi de cupru, \u00een aer miros de tutun vechi \u0219i frunze zdrobite. Poarta verde a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it cu acela\u0219i sunet de pe vremuri. \u201eAna?\u201d Tanti Varvara\u2014cu basma \u00eenflorat\u0103 \u0219i palmele mirosind a t\u0103m\u00e2ie \u0219i cozonac\u2014a ie\u0219it din casa de vizavi. \u201eS\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2i singur\u0103 disear\u0103, fat\u0103. Noaptea trage dup\u0103 ea lucruri care n-au fost spuse.\u201d Din cap\u0103tul uli\u021bei, po\u0219ta\u0219ul, Petre, a ap\u0103rut cu bastonul lui din lemn de prun. S-a uitat la plic, la cheie, apoi la Ana. \u201eA venit, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it\u201d, a spus, \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul lui i s-a zdrobit \u00eentr-o clip\u0103. \u201eCe anume?\u201d \u201eMar\u021bea.\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd ceasul din odaie a lovit dou\u0103sprezece, Ana era sub nuc, cu genunchii \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n. A dat la o parte frunzele ude, a sim\u021bit lemnul sub degete \u0219i a scos la lumin\u0103 o cutie de tabl\u0103, ciupit\u0103 de rugin\u0103 ca o coard\u0103 fals\u0103. Cheia a tres\u0103rit \u00een broasc\u0103, iar capacul a suspinat. \u00cen\u0103untru, un casetofon mic, cu baterii de care s-ar fi ru\u0219inat orice iarn\u0103, \u0219i o caset\u0103 marcat\u0103 cu un cuv\u00e2nt: \u201eC\u00e2ntec.\u201d A ap\u0103sat Play. Banda a sf\u00e2r\u00e2it, a tu\u0219it scurt, apoi a venit vocea mamei, at\u00e2t de aproape \u00eenc\u00e2t Ana a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, s\u0103 nu-i scape un strig\u0103t.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 m\u0103 auzi, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai ajuns p\u00e2n\u0103 aici, Ana. Trebuie s\u0103 \u0219tii despre seara aceea. Nu s-a \u00eenecat nimeni \u00een inunda\u021bia despre care \u021bi-au spus. A fost foc, nu ap\u0103. Ai aprins un m\u0103nunchi de paie \u00een \u0219ura lui Damian, juc\u00e2ndu-te. Erai mic\u0103, ai fugit, iar Damian te-a scos din fum cu bra\u021bele lui \u0219i te-a ascuns sub nuc. Satul, \u00eensetat de vinova\u021bi, l-a gonit pe Damian. Eu am l\u0103sat s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 am murit ca s\u0103-l opresc pe cel care voia s\u0103-l prind\u0103. Adev\u0103rul nu e despre ru\u0219ine, e despre nume. Iar numele t\u0103u nu e doar Ana.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana a oprit banda. Respira. Numele lui: Damian. \u00cen fotografie, m\u00e2na ars\u0103. \u00cen sat, cineva purta mereu o m\u0103nu\u0219\u0103 de piele pe st\u00e2nga c\u00e2nd venea iarna. Po\u0219ta\u0219ul Petre. A alergat spre poart\u0103, iar ploaia a \u00eenceput iar, m\u0103runt\u0103, ca un pas cu grij\u0103. L-a g\u0103sit pe b\u0103rbat st\u00e2nd pe prisp\u0103, cu bastonul l\u00e2ng\u0103 el. \u201eTu e\u0219ti Damian.\u201d Omul a \u00eenchis ochii. \u201eN-am mai fost de mult. Dar da.\u201d \u201eDe ce scrisoarea acum?\u201d \u201ePentru c\u0103 mar\u021bea asta \u00eempline\u0219ti v\u00e2rsta mamei tale de atunci. Pentru c\u0103 am ascuns litere, dar n-am putut ascunde c\u00e2ntecul. \u0218i pentru c\u0103, \u00eenainte s\u0103 plec\u2026 trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi dau \u00eenapoi numele.\u201d A \u00eentins palma. Arsur\u0103 veche, lucioas\u0103, ca sticla.<\/p>\n
\u201eMai e ceva ce nu \u0219tii\u201d, a continuat el, cu vocea cobor\u00e2t\u0103. \u201eElena te-a crescut, dar nu te-a n\u0103scut. Sora ei te-a n\u0103scut. O cheam\u0103 Viorica, dar aici \u00eei zice toat\u0103 lumea Varvara. A r\u0103mas vizavi, s\u0103 te vad\u0103 cresc\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te piard\u0103. Ne-am ascuns to\u021bi trei dup\u0103 pove\u0219ti: ap\u0103 \u00een loc de foc, moarte \u00een loc de fric\u0103, un nume \u00een locul altuia.\u201d Ana a sim\u021bit cum lumea \u00eei fuge de sub t\u0103lpi, cum nucul o prive\u0219te dinspre copil\u0103rie. \u201e\u0218i tu\u2026 tu e\u0219ti tat\u0103l meu?\u201d \u201eDa\u201d, a spus. \u201e\u0218i mi-ai b\u0103tut \u00een geam \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi veneau scrisori de la ora\u0219.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana a mers spre casa cu perdele albe, tremur\u00e2nd. U\u0219a s-a deschis \u00eenainte s\u0103 bat\u0103. Tanti Varvara st\u0103tea \u00een dreptul pragului, f\u0103r\u0103 basma, cu p\u0103rul c\u0103runt str\u00e2ns la ceaf\u0103. Sub ochiul st\u00e2ng, acela\u0219i semn mic, despre care Ana \u00ee\u0219i amintea vag dintr-o fotografie pe jum\u0103tate ars\u0103. \u201eN-am plecat niciodat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat\u201d, a spus femeia. \u00cen aer mirosea a mu\u0219e\u021bel \u0219i a aluat dospit. \u201eMi-a fost fric\u0103 de numele meu. Dar \u021bi l-am cusut, buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 cu buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103, \u00een rochi\u021be, \u00een ghiozdan, \u00een p\u0103tura ta. \u021ai-am c\u00e2ntat c\u00e2ntecul pe la col\u021buri, ca s\u0103-l \u00eenve\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii de la cine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen camera mare, luminat\u0103 doar de o lamp\u0103, Ana a pus caseta din nou. Dincolo de vocile fr\u00e2nte, a recunoscut o melodie care i-a plutit toat\u0103 copil\u0103ria \u00een somn. Liniile de pe h\u00e2rtia mamei, literele \u00eenclinate, ascundeau altceva: primul cuv\u00e2nt din fiecare fraz\u0103, citite pe vertical\u0103, scriau \u201eANA VARVARA DAMIAN\u201d. A dus m\u00e2na \u00een cutia de tabl\u0103 \u0219i i-a sim\u021bit fundul fals. Cheia ruginit\u0103 s-a potrivit \u00eentr-o crest\u0103tur\u0103 invizibil\u0103. \u00cen\u0103untru, un certificat de na\u0219tere cu numele care o spunea, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00eentreag\u0103. \u0218i o fotografie clar\u0103: Varvara t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu Ana \u00een bra\u021be, Damian \u00een spate, cu m\u00e2na bandajat\u0103, \u0219i Elena l\u00e2ng\u0103 ei, cu ochii umezi, \u021bin\u00e2nd umbrela.<\/p>\n
Ana a z\u00e2mbit prin lacrimi, de parc\u0103 ar fi \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 mearg\u0103 din nou. \u201eBun\u0103 seara, mam\u0103\u201d, i-a spus femeii care-i cususe copil\u0103ria. \u201eBun\u0103 seara, tat\u0103\u201d, i-a spus b\u0103rbatului care-i b\u0103ga scrisori \u00een cutie \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103. Afar\u0103, ploaia s-a oprit ca o respira\u021bie \u021binut\u0103 prea mult. \u00cen odaie, caseta a continuat s\u0103 c\u00e2nte, o not\u0103 dup\u0103 alta, lipind \u00eenapoi ce fusese rupt. Iar mar\u021bea care schimb\u0103 lucrurile a trecut prin sat ca o m\u00e2nec\u0103 de c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd numele ei nou, curat, at\u00e2rnat pe s\u00e2rm\u0103, la uscat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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