Marioara iubea lini\u0219tea \u0219i m\u0103re\u021bia vie\u021bii la \u021bar\u0103. \u00cei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 inspire parfumul greu al f\u00e2nului din hambar \u0219i s\u0103 se uite la stele, con\u0219tient\u0103 c\u0103 suntem un fir de praf \u00een imensitatea f\u0103r\u0103 margini a ve\u0219niciei. Uneori, \u00ee\u0219i lua puiul cu ea, iar puiul i se cuib\u0103rea al\u0103turi, dormind lini\u0219tit dup\u0103 o zi de alergat prin curte. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marioara nu \u00ee\u0219i dorea altceva dec\u00e2t s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 lini\u0219tit\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u00een puritate \u0219i lini\u0219te. Via\u021ba curat\u0103, eliberat\u0103 de g\u0103l\u0103gia modernit\u0103\u021bii, era singurul ei vis. Auzea uneori de modernitatea \u0219i confortul ora\u0219ului, dar nimic din aceste zvonuri nu \u00eei atr\u0103gea aten\u021bia. Ora\u0219ul era undeva departe. Puiul ei mic \u0219i galben piuia \u00een palm\u0103. Era o alegere simpl\u0103, iar ea mergea mereu pe calea inimii. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi cutremur\u0103toare, c\u00e2nd bunica Marioarei s-a stins de o boal\u0103 grea. Medicii au oftat neputincio\u0219i. Tratamentul nu readucea bujorii \u00een obrajii ei bl\u00e2nzi. De\u0219i familia a \u00eencercat tot ce se putea, au dus-o la cei mai reputa\u021bi speciali\u0219ti \u0219i au achizi\u021bionat cele mai inovative medicamente, suflul care f\u0103cea s\u0103 se ridice pieptul br\u0103zdat de griji al femeii \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 era din ce \u00een ce mai u\u0219or. Ca o adiere. \u0218i tragedia care urma s\u0103 schimbe via\u021ba Marioarei pentru totdeauna s-a produs, inevitabil\u0103 ca durerea. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Din considerente economice, familia a v\u00e2ndut casa b\u0103tr\u00e2neasc\u0103 \u0219i s-a mutat la ora\u0219, \u00eentr-un apartament meschin, ca o cutie de chibrituri, \u00een care lumina nu se strecura dec\u00e2t ca un firicel de speran\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2lp\u00e2itoare \u00eentr-o mare de dezn\u0103dejde. Marioara a trebuit s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be s\u0103 poarte pantofi \u0219i, pentru prima oar\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba ei, str\u0103inii au judecat-o pentru hainele pe care le purta, de\u0219i nu ea le alesese. Inima ei mic\u0103 se sf\u00e2\u0219ia \u00een fiecare zi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o zi, a hpt\u0103r\u00e2t c\u0103 nu va mai suporta o via\u021b\u0103 care nu a ei \u0219i c\u0103 se va \u00eentoarce la ea \u00een sat. B\u0103tr\u00e2na Sofia, vecina bunicii, ar fi primit-o cu drag, iar ea ar fi putut fi st\u00e2lpul la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be de care aceast\u0103 femeie simpl\u0103 \u0219i cu fric\u0103 de Dumnezeu avea at\u00e2ta nevoie. \u0218i \u00een curte la b\u0103tr\u00e2na Sofia nu o va obliga nimeni s\u0103 se \u00eembrace dec\u00e2t \u00een haine simple, menite doar s\u0103 te protejeze de frig. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen timp ce urca \u00een vechiul autobuz, inima ei b\u0103tea de parc\u0103 voia s\u0103-i ias\u0103 din piept. Cas\u0103, dulce cas\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i \u0219optea ea, iar cuvintele erau mai dulci ca mierea. S\u0103tenii b\u0103tr\u00e2ni care \u00eei erau \u00een jur o \u00eenduio\u0219au. \u00cei venea s\u0103-i ia \u00een bra\u021be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd a cobor\u00e2t \u00een sat, a auzit brusc un cucurigu \u00een zare. A p\u0103\u0219it pe drumul de alt\u0103dat\u0103, atras\u0103 magic de o leg\u0103tur\u0103 pe care timpul \u0219i spa\u021biul nu o puteau distruge. \u0218i, cum trecea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 casa \u00een care \u00ee\u0219i petrecuse cei mai ferici\u021bi ani ai vie\u021bii, pe poarta deschis\u0103 a dat n\u0103val\u0103 un coco\u0219el cu creast\u0103 ro\u0219ie. I s-a aruncat \u00een bra\u021be d\u00e2nd din aripi cu frenezie. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Puiu, tu e\u0219ti? a \u00eentrebat M\u0103rioara cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. Ce mare ai crescut? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
De dup\u0103 gard, o femeie privea scena cu ochii \u00een lacrimi: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
-N-a \u00eencetat nici o zi s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 trist \u00een zare de c\u00e2nd ai plecat \u0219i \u0219tia c\u0103 te \u00eentorci. C\u00e2nd am v\u0103zut c\u0103 nu se atinge de g\u0103ini, am crezut c\u0103 e bolnav, \u0219i tocmai ne preg\u0103team s\u0103-l facem ciorb\u0103, dar \u00eentoarcerea ta l-a salvat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ascult\u0103-\u021bi inima. Iubirea salveaz\u0103 vie\u021bi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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