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VICTIMA NEVINOVAT\u0102 \u2013 Memoriile legionarului Mardarie Popinciuc<\/span><\/h1>\n
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Sterie Ciumetti
Incorect Politic<\/strong>
\nIulie 11, 2024<\/p>\n

\"VICTIMA<\/a><\/p>\n

VICTIMA NEVINOVAT\u0102 \u2013 Memoriile legionarului Mardarie Popinciuc<\/strong><\/h2>\n

E mai bine de-o lun\u0103 de c\u00e2nd Vasile Fr\u00e2ncu a ie\u015fit din \u00eenchisoare. St\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi \u00een ora\u015f \u015fi d\u0103m lec\u0163ii la diver\u015fi copii ca s\u0103 ne c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103m banii de buzunar. Eu m\u0103 preg\u0103tesc pentru bacalaureat. Vasile, pe zi ce trece, e tot mai slab, mai f\u0103r\u0103 poft\u0103 de m\u00e2ncare.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce ai m\u0103i, Vasile?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nimic, \u00eemi r\u0103spunde el. M\u0103 doare pu\u0163in capul. M\u0103 simt obosit.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Hai cu mine, la spital. Eu cunosc bine pe doctori\u0163a Wesckerna, care m\u2019a tratat de pl\u0103m\u00e2ni \u015fi g\u0103lbenare. Hai s\u0103 vorbim cu ea\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cencerc s\u0103-l mi\u015fc, s\u0103-l conving a face ceva pentru s\u0103n\u0103tatea care-l p\u0103r\u0103se\u015fte.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Parc\u0103 doctorii \u015ftiu ce poate s\u0103 suporte un om. Nu sunt bolnav. Sunt obosit \u015fi sl\u0103bit, pentru c\u0103 am f\u0103cut greva aceea a foamei \u00een \u00eenchisoarea de la Suceava. Ai s\u0103 vezi. Cu zilele ce vin am s\u0103 m\u0103 simt mai bine\u2026<\/p>\n

Cuno\u015fteam aversiunea lui pentru spital \u015fi medicamente. N\u2019am mai insistat. Dup\u0103 vreo c\u00e2teva zile Vasile a ie\u015fit afar\u0103, noaptea. Cum trecea timpul \u015fi el nu se mai \u00eentorcea, am ie\u015fit dup\u0103 el. L-am g\u0103sit \u00een curte, c\u0103zut jos, l\u00e2ng\u0103 perete.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce ai, m\u0103i? m\u0103 reped eu speriat la el.<\/p>\n

Nu r\u0103spunde, \u00eel ridic cu greu. E mult mai voinic dec\u00e2t mine. \u00eel aduc \u00een camer\u0103. \u00ce\u015fi revine.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Unde m\u0103 aflu? m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 el \u00eenv\u00e2rtindu-\u015fi ochii prin cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Aici, Vasile. La noi acas\u0103. Nu m\u0103 cuno\u015fti?<\/p>\n

\u00cei vorbesc cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. \u00eentr\u2019un t\u00e2rziu \u00eemi r\u0103spunde:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ba da. Te cunosc. Dar m\u2019am sim\u0163it tare r\u0103u. M\u2019am pierdut. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 te chem \u015fi n\u2019am putut. Am c\u0103zut \u015fi nu mai \u015ftiu nimic.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Las\u0103 c\u0103 trec toate, \u00eel lini\u015ftesc eu.<\/p>\n

L-am culcat \u00een pat \u015fi l-am \u00eenvelit ca s\u0103 doarm\u0103. Se a\u015feaz\u0103 o t\u0103cere grea \u00eentre noi. Pl\u00e2ng pe \u00eenfundate ca s\u0103 nu m\u0103 aud\u0103. A doua zi l-am dus la spital. Veste neagr\u0103: tuberculoz\u0103 galopant\u0103, agravat\u0103 de faptul c\u0103 era \u015fi sl\u0103bit.<\/p>\n

Am ajuns acas\u0103, m\u2019am \u00eenchis \u00een camer\u0103 \u015fi am pl\u00e2ns cum pl\u00e2ngi c\u00e2nd te vezi b\u0103tut de soart\u0103 \u015fi nu \u00een\u0163elegi pentru ce.<\/p>\n

Afar\u0103-i cald \u015fi frumos. Pomii \u00eempodobi\u0163i de frunzele verzi \u00ee\u015fi r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103 coroanele \u00een soare. Aleea de tei ce duce spre spital se pierde \u00een dep\u0103rtarea umbrit\u0103. \u00centr\u2019o c\u0103m\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 alb\u0103 cu paturi mai albe, st\u0103 Vasile culcat, cu fa\u0163a spre geam.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Noroc, m\u0103i Vasile, \u00eel salut eu bucuros \u015fi mai mult \u00een glum\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Noroc s\u0103 dea D-zeu, \u00eemi r\u0103spunde vocea lui \u00eenceat\u0103, de departe.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Cum te mai sim\u0163i?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Bine, zice el cu optimism. Cred c\u0103 nu peste mult am s\u0103 m\u0103 scol. P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci \u00ee\u0163i dai \u015fi tu bacalaureatul \u015fi vom merge, iar\u0103\u015fi, nedesp\u0103r\u0163i\u0163i ca mai \u00eenainte, la universitate\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Sigur, drag\u0103 Vasile, \u00eel \u00eencurajez eu c\u00e2t mai cu convingere.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 uit la el. E slab. Numai pielea \u015fi ciolanele. Nasul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 i se sub\u0163ieze ca frunza spre toamn\u0103. Albea\u0163a de pe obraz nu i se mai duce.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce mai face D-na Schley? se intereseaz\u0103 el de gazda noastr\u0103 de de-a lungul at\u00e2tor ani.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Bine. To\u0163i sunt bine \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i trimit multe \u015fi dragi salut\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Discu\u0163ia se \u00eenv\u00e2rte\u015fte \u00een jurul anilor de liceu, a vechilor cuno\u015ftin\u0163e \u015fi mai ales a neuitatelor serenade f\u0103cute \u00eempreun\u0103 pe la fere\u015fti cu ochi dulci \u015fi ghiocei de dor.<\/p>\n

\u2014 De Milica nu mai \u015ftii nimic? m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 el.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ba da. E bine. Mi-a spus c\u0103 vine Duminic\u0103 s\u0103 te vad\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 A fost \u015fi ieri, z\u00e2mbe\u015fte el unei amintiri scumpe din gr\u0103dina inimii. Mi-a adus garoafele acelea ro\u015fii de pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u0162i-e drag\u0103 tare, \u00eencerc eu s\u0103-l nec\u0103jesc.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Da \u0163ie, nu?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mie nu, pentru c\u0103 \u0163i-e drag\u0103 \u0163ie\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Sunt sigur, c\u0103 de nu eram eu, te d\u0103deai \u00een v\u00e2nt dup\u0103 ea.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ai dreptate. De aceea trebuie s\u0103 recunosc c\u0103 ai gusturi bune. Dar nu te am\u0103r\u00ee, c\u0103 nici Olimpia nu-i ur\u00eet\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014Care Olimpie?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Moldoveanu. Fata ceea cu ochii de c\u0103rbune, focoas\u0103, dela \u015echeia\u2026<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbe\u015fte mul\u0163umit, parc\u0103 mai \u00eenviat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Frumoas\u0103 \u015fi focoas\u0103 al naibii \u0163ig\u0103ncu\u015fa aceea.<\/p>\n

\u2014 E focoas\u0103, dar nu-i pentru tine, m\u0103 ar\u0103t eu un pic cam sup\u0103rat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu-\u0163i fie fric\u0103. Nu \u0163i-o iau.<\/p>\n

R\u00e2dem am\u00e2ndoi. Profit de voia bun\u0103 ce s\u2019a creat \u00eentre noi, \u00eel salut \u015fi plec. Pe coridor m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu doctori\u0163a Wesckema.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Noroc, Mardarie, m\u0103 salut\u0103 ea cu z\u00e2mbet alb ca \u015fi halatul \u00een care e \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103rut m\u00e2na, \u00eei r\u0103spund eu ro\u015findu-m\u0103, \u015ftiind c\u0103 ea-\u015fi d\u0103 seama c\u00e2t mi-i de drag\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce mai faci?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mul\u0163umesc, bine. A\u015fi vrea \u00eens\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu cum st\u0103m cu Vasile?!<\/p>\n

Ochii ei, a\u015fa de bucuro\u015fi cu o clip\u0103 \u00eenainte, \u00eencep s\u0103 se \u00eentunece. Printre buzele minunat arcuite \u00eei scap\u0103 un oftat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Numai D-zeu mai poate \u00eemplini ceea ce noi nu mai sper\u0103m\u2026<\/p>\n

Se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. M\u0103 las\u0103 cu sufletul \u00eenc\u0103rcat de crudul adev\u0103r care doare ca un cu\u0163it \u00eenv\u00e2rtit \u00een carne vie. Au trecut dou\u0103 luni de c\u00e2nd Vasile e la spital. \u00centr\u2019o zi m\u0103 pomenesc cu tat\u0103l lui.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mardarie drag\u0103, vin\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 aju\u0163i s\u0103-l scot pe Vasile de la spital. Vreau s\u0103-l duc acas\u0103. S\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00een c\u0103su\u0163a noastr\u0103. Dragul tatei b\u0103iet drag\u2026<\/p>\n

Ochii i se \u00eeneac\u0103 \u00een lacrimi. E \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163at cu opinci, cu haine albe ca ghiocul pe el. Simt c\u0103 mi se urc\u0103 un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. M\u0103 for\u0163ez s\u0103-mi opresc lacrimile. M\u0103 av\u00e2nt pe sc\u00e2nduric\u0103, \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 nici o vorb\u0103. \u00cen urm\u0103 a r\u0103mas toat\u0103 familia Schley cu ochii sc\u0103lda\u0163i \u00een lacrimi. \u00cendat\u0103 suntem la spital. Urc\u0103m spre c\u0103m\u0103ru\u0163a lui Vasile.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Dragul tatei, am venit s\u0103 te iau acas\u0103. La noi e aerul mai bun. Mama te-a \u00eengriji mai bine ca aicea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen pat Vasile e numai umbra feciorului lui de alt\u0103 dat\u0103. Nu-\u015fi mai poate st\u0103p\u00e2ni pl\u00e2nsul \u015fi iese gr\u0103bit din camer\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Merg s\u0103 preg\u0103tesc c\u0103ru\u0163a.<\/p>\n

Vasile se ridic\u0103. \u00eemi vorbe\u015fte cu curaj.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103 \u015ftii m\u0103i, c\u0103 acas\u0103 m\u0103 fac mai bine.<\/p>\n

Nu-i pot r\u0103spunde. Sunt sugrumat de pl\u00e2ns. \u00cei preg\u0103tesc hainele \u015fi \u00eel ajut s\u0103 se \u00eembrace.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103 ai grij\u0103 de Milica, m\u0103 roag\u0103 el \u00eencet, cu prestigiul tainei numai de inimile noastre cunoscut.<\/p>\n

\u2014 N\u2019avea nici o fric\u0103. Ea nu te va uita. Nu te va l\u0103sa\u2026<\/p>\n

Intr\u0103 doctori\u0163a \u00eempreun\u0103 cu doctorul Strugariu.\u00ce\u015fi iau r\u0103mas bun de la Vasile ca de la copilul lor, for\u0163\u00e2ndu-se s\u0103 nu scape lacrimile.<\/p>\n

\u2014 No hai, d\u0103 glas Vasile, s\u0103 p\u0103\u015fim din nou \u00een via\u0163\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Hai, r\u0103spund eu \u015fi \u00eel sprijin, cupriz\u00e2ndu-l de dup\u0103 mijloc, ca s\u0103 nu cad\u0103.<\/p>\n

Soarele \u00eel ame\u0163e\u015fte \u015fi bucuria \u00eel \u00eembat\u0103. \u00cel ridic \u015fi-l dau lui Badea Gheorghe care \u00eel culc\u0103 pe f\u00e2n, \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103. M\u0103 sui pe marginea c\u0103ru\u0163ei al\u0103turea de Vasile. Mergem spre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi \u015ftiu c\u0103 mergem spre moarte. Lacrimile \u00eemi curg \u015firoaie pe obraji\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 De ce pl\u00e2ngi, Mardarie? m\u0103 scoate Vasile din t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu \u015ftiu de ce. Poate unde disear\u0103 am s\u0103 dorm singur \u00een camera \u00een care am locuit \u015fase ani am\u00e2ndoi. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd aud \u015fi sughi\u0163urile de pl\u00e2ns \u015fi oftaturile lui Badea Gheorghe. Vasile m\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu pl\u00e2nge m\u0103i. Nu peste mult vin din nou la Suceava. Toate vor fi ca\u2019n vremea noastr\u0103 bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u015ei lui Milica ce s\u0103-i spun? \u00eencerc eu s\u0103 schimb vorba.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Dar Olimpiei ce ai s\u0103-i spui de-o \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fti?\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Olimpiei nu-i spun nimic. O s\u0103rut.<\/p>\n

\u2014Bine, r\u00e2de el, ca din dep\u0103rtarea unei umbre, pe Milica s\u0103 n\u2019o s\u0103ru\u0163i. S\u0103-i spui c\u0103 o s\u0103rut eu\u2026 Acum sai jos \u015fi du-te acas\u0103, c\u0103 ai mult de mers. Dragi salut\u0103ri la familia Schley.<\/p>\n

\u00cei mai zic odat\u0103 noroc, \u00eei str\u00e2ng m\u00e2na lui Badea Gheorghe, sar din c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 \u015fi-o pornesc \u00eenapoi, spre ora\u015f, n\u0103p\u0103dit de g\u00e2nduri amare. De ce trebuie s\u0103 moar\u0103 Vasile? Ale cui p\u0103cate le pl\u0103te\u015fte el? Cui va ajuta moartea lui? Ce se va alege cu to\u0163i acei ce au stat \u00eenchi\u015fi cu el? Dar cu to\u0163i cei de la Jilava? Vor fi condamna\u0163i?<\/p>\n

Pentru prima oar\u0103 \u00eemi pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri care \u00eemi str\u0103pung inima ca ni\u015fte s\u0103bii aprinse. Cu fiecare pas cad undeva, \u00een ad\u00e2nc, \u00een mine. Cade parc\u0103 \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u015fi cerul \u00een ad\u00e2ncul acela \u015fi se topesc toate \u00eentr\u2019un \u00een\u0163eles ciudat, nou\u2026<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 nu mai simt dec\u00e2t c\u0103ldura lacrimilor pe fa\u0163\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

A trecut prim\u0103vara. Mi-am dat bacalaureatul. Acum m\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rt prin Suceava, \u00een plimbare, ca s\u0103-mi treac\u0103 vremea. Arcadie, feciorul D-nei Schley, m\u0103 opre\u015fte cu propunerea de a face o excursie la Zahare\u015fti.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103 se bucure \u015fi Vasile c\u0103 ai luat bacalaureatul.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Bun\u0103 ideie, m\u0103 reped eu. Cum mergem, cu ce?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Am f\u0103cut rost de dou\u0103 biciclete. Plec\u0103m chiar acum.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Foarte bine. Haidem.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu. Nem\u00e2nca\u0163i nu merge\u0163i, \u015fi Aurica se aga\u0163\u0103 de m\u00e2na mea.<\/p>\n

\u2014 M\u00e2ncarea pentru noi doi o pui tu \u00een pachet, r\u0103spund eu cu voie bun\u0103, mir\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de unde a ap\u0103rut \u015fi ea, pe nea\u015fteptate.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ai putea s\u0103-mi spui, domnule student, cum se face supa pachet?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Simplu, r\u0103spund eu. O pui \u00een stomac \u015fi pachetul e gata.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u015ei \u00een al t\u0103u ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Por\u0163ia ta de \u015fni\u0163el vienez, replic eu, vesel.<\/p>\n

Aurica se d\u0103 b\u0103tut\u0103 \u015fi merge s\u0103 fac\u0103 pachetele cu m\u00e2ncare. Arcadie vine cu bicicletele. E cald \u015fi frumos. Plec\u0103m. Bicicletele fo\u015fnesc prin praful gros al drumului \u015fi c\u00e2te un c\u00e2ne somnoros d\u0103 veste despre c\u0103l\u0103toria noastr\u0103. L\u0103s\u0103m \u00een st\u00e2nga satul Sf\u00e2ntul Ilie, iar \u00een dreapta \u015echeia. Pe \u015foseaua ce se \u00eentinde ca o curea printre ogoarele cu holdele leg\u0103nate \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului, \u00eenaint\u0103m mereu. Cotim la st\u00e2nga spre Stroie\u015fti, \u015fi cu l\u0103trat de c\u00e2ni \u015fi r\u00e2sete de copii, care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 se \u0163in\u0103 dup\u0103 bicicletele noastre, intr\u0103m \u00een Zahare\u015fti.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Noroc, m\u0103i Vasile. S\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fti o mie de ani, strig eu din pragul u\u015fei.<\/p>\n

\u2014 S\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fti domnule student, \u00eemi r\u0103spunde el z\u00e2mbind, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 par\u0103 vesel.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Cum? A ajuns vestea \u00eenaintea mea?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mi-a scris Milica\u2026<\/p>\n

Petrecem vreo dou\u0103 ore cu el \u015fi cu familia, povestind de toate; apoi ne lu\u0103m r\u0103mas bun \u015fi plec\u0103m cu promisiunea de a reveni pe cur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce zici, Mardarie? m\u0103 iscode\u015fte Arcadie, dup\u0103 ie\u015firea din sat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Cred c\u0103 nu mai dureaz\u0103 mult.<\/p>\n

Urm\u0103m drumul \u00een lini\u015fte, cu jalea lui Vasile pe suflete. T\u0103cem. Mie \u00eemi v\u00e2j\u00e2ie capul. De ce?\u2026 De ce?\u2026<\/p>\n

Se apropie toamna. \u00cen jurul caselor au luat fiin\u0163\u0103 stogurile de f\u00e2n \u015fi girezile de gr\u00e2u \u015fi secar\u0103. Pomii stau grei de roade, iar cur\u0163ile sunt pline de or\u0103t\u0103nii. M\u0103 preg\u0103tesc de duc\u0103 la universitate. Tata m\u2019a scutit de lucru. Citesc c\u00e2te ceva s\u0103-mi treac\u0103 timpul.<\/p>\n

\u2014Mardarie, m\u0103 cheam\u0103 mama, te caut\u0103 un b\u0103iet de la Zahare\u015fti.<\/p>\n

Arunc cartea c\u00e2t colo. M\u0103 rep\u0103d \u00een c\u0103su\u0163a cea mic\u0103. Un b\u0103iet de vrei 12 ani \u00eemi \u00eentinde un bilet. Deschid biletul cu m\u00e2inile tremurate, cu presim\u0163iri triste:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Drag\u0103 Mardarie, Vasile al meu, toat\u0103 bucuria \u015fi m\u00e2ndre\u0163ea noastr\u0103, a murit. Vino s\u0103 ne aju\u0163i a-l duce la groap\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Mi se umplu ochii de lacrimi. \u00cemi \u00een\u015ff\u0103c bondi\u0163a \u015fi ies repede din cas\u0103. Mama m\u0103 opre\u015fte:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Stai, m\u0103i copile. B\u0103iatul vine de departe. Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eembuce ceva. M\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi tu\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Eu nu pot m\u00e2nca, mam\u0103, r\u0103spund aproape \u00eenecat de lacrimi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen timp ce b\u0103iatul m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103, mama m\u0103 primene\u015fte cu hainele de \u0163inut. Ie\u015fi\u0163i din ograd\u0103, o apuc\u0103m de-a dreptul peste ogoare. Ne punem ochii pe Dealul Tei\u015forului \u015fi zorim mereu.<\/p>\n

\u2014C\u00e2nd a murit Vasile? \u00eentreb \u015fi eu, a\u015fa ca s\u0103 nu tac prea mult.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Alalt\u0103ieri sear\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u015ei de ce nu m\u2019a\u0163i anun\u0163at mai din vreme?<\/p>\n

\u2014 V\u2019am c\u0103utat la Suceava\u2026<\/p>\n

C\u0103lc\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi peste ogoare, prin p\u0103pu\u015foi \u015fi cartofi, cu izmenele suflecate. B\u0103iatul are destul necaz s\u0103 se \u0163in\u0103 dup\u0103 mine. Merg repede, ca s\u0103 obosesc, s\u0103 uit de toate c\u00e2te se \u00eenv\u00e2rt \u00een sufletul meu. Dincolo de Tei\u015for, ocolim pe la F\u00e2nt\u00e2na Ursului \u015fi de acolo intr\u0103m \u00een Zahare\u015fti. La casa lui Fr\u00e2ncu, oameni mul\u0163i. Por\u0163ile stau mari deschise \u015fi subt perete o cruce mare de lemn, a\u015ftept\u00e2nd s\u0103 fie pus\u0103 straj\u0103 la capul lui Vasile.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mi s\u2019a dus b\u0103iatul, drag\u0103 Mardarie, \u00eemi pl\u00e2nge cu hohote, \u00een loc de bun venit, Badea Gheorghe.<\/p>\n

Intru \u00een casa preg\u0103tit\u0103 de ultima s\u0103rb\u0103toare pentru Vasile. Parc\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \u015fi ferestrele \u015fi scoar\u0163ele de pe pere\u0163i.<\/p>\n

Icoanele \u00eemi par negre de durere. Pe mas\u0103, cu capul spre r\u0103s\u0103rit, st\u0103 Vasile. Lung, alb, \u00eembr\u0103cat de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi. \u00cen m\u00e2n\u0103 are o cruce mic\u0103. Pe piept o icoan\u0103. La capul lui st\u0103 mama Maria \u015fi pl\u00e2nge \u00eencet, istovit\u0103. La picioare, toat\u0103 familia Schley, cu fe\u0163ele inundate de lacrimi. Apoi se \u00eentinde t\u0103cere grea. P\u00e2c\u00e2ie numai para lum\u00e2n\u0103rilor. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd aud un ,,pa\u015ftele m\u0103-sii de via\u0163\u0103\u201d, sc\u0103pat printre din\u0163i de domnul Schley. De at\u00e2tea lacrimi, mi s\u2019a pus o cea\u0163\u0103 pe ochi. De-abia g\u0103sesc m\u00e2na lui Vasile s\u0103 i-o str\u00e2ng pentru cea din urm\u0103 oar\u0103, s\u0103 s\u0103rut icoana \u015fi s\u0103 pun un b\u0103nu\u0163 pe ea. Dinspre u\u015f\u0103 vine grea vocea lui Badea Gheorghe:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu mi-l lua p\u0103rinte, nu mi-l lua\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu \u0163i-l iau eu, Bade Gheorghe. \u0162i l-a luat Dumnezeu. \u015etie El de ce\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cencepe slujba \u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103rii, cu fum de t\u0103m\u00e2ie, cu lacrimi \u015fi c\u00e2ntece. Vasile e acum \u00een sicriu. Mama Maria pl\u00e2nge \u015fi nu ne las\u0103 s\u0103-l ridic\u0103m. Badea Gheorghe st\u0103 n\u0103uc, departe. \u00cen glas de clopote, \u00eel ducem la biseric\u0103.<\/p>\n

Preotul \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, dar nu reu\u015fe\u015fte s\u0103 spun\u0103 printre lacrimi dec\u00e2t: \u201eScoal\u0103, Vasile, s\u0103 vezi ce la\u015fi \u00een urm\u0103\u2026\u201d Pornim spre cimitir. Trecem ultimul pod de p\u00e2nz\u0103. Vasile e scobor\u00eet \u00een locul lui cel din urm\u0103. Se face t\u0103cere grea. Moartea \u00ee\u015fi f\u00e2lf\u00e2ie aripile negre peste \u00eentreaga adunare. F\u0103rt\u0103ie\u015f Zaharie se ridic\u0103 s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 \u00een numele colegilor \u015fi prietenilor lui Vasile:<\/p>\n

\u2014Vasile n\u2019a murit \u00een zadar. Moartea lui va da roade. Roade ce vor ajuta acestui neam s\u0103 se ridice pe culmi neb\u0103nuite. Moartea l-a legat \u015fi ne leag\u0103 \u015fi pe noi cei care am suferit \u00eempreun\u0103 cu el \u00een temni\u0163a de la Suceava. S\u0103 ne rug\u0103m cu to\u0163ii pentru lini\u015ftea lui, pentru odihna lui ve\u015fnic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ies din cimitir, ud de lacrimi. Badea Gheorghe m\u0103 ajunge din urm\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 invit\u0103 la praznic.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u201cNu mai pot, Bade Gheorghe. Am nevoie s\u0103 fiu singur. Iart\u0103-m\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014 Du-te cu Dumnezeu, drag\u0103 Mardarie, c\u0103 e\u015fti b\u0103iet bun.<\/p>\n

Pornesc pe acela\u015fi drum, peste c\u00e2mpuri, \u00eenapoi spre cas\u0103. Nu mai pot pl\u00e2nge. Aceea\u015fi amar\u0103 \u015fi chinuitoare \u00eentrebare \u00eemi st\u0103ruie \u00een minte, \u00een inim\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u2014 De ce a trebuit s\u0103 moar\u0103? Cui folose\u015fte asta? F\u0103rt\u0103ie\u015f a spus c\u0103 moartea lui Vasile va folosi neamului. Dar cum?<\/p>\n

\u00cenaintez prin p\u00e2nile ogoarelor ca printr\u2019o pustie \u015fi de undeva, din ad\u00e2ncurile din mine, \u00eemi vine un r\u0103spuns: Folose\u015fte prin aceea c\u0103 \u00een capul \u015fi \u00een inima ta \u00eencep s\u0103 se \u00eenv\u00e2rt\u0103 g\u00e2nduri despre neam. Neamul pe care jertfele \u00eel vor ajuta s\u0103 se g\u0103seasc\u0103, s\u0103 urce spre culmi neb\u0103nuite. Moartea lui Vasile e un \u00eenceput de lume\u2026<\/p>\n

Undeva, \u00eentr\u2019un col\u0163 al inimii se face un pic de lumin\u0103. M\u0103 simt m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat. Moartea lui Vasile nu mi se mai pare at\u00e2t de n\u0103prasnic\u0103. E ca o deschidere de drum\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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