Ai mei erau la Craiova, s\u0103 cumpere ceva, \u00een timp ce eu m\u0103 zb\u0103team s\u0103-mi g\u0103sesc de joac\u0103 prin casa bunicilor materni, \u00een a c\u0103ror grij\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sesem, dar, oric\u00e2t m\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2ntam, nu aflasem ceva potrivit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Masa \u00eens\u0103\u0219i era diferit\u0103, compus\u0103 din m\u00e2nc\u0103ruri de post, \u00eenso\u021bite de o p\u00e2ine mai s\u0103rat\u0103 dec\u00e2t eram obi\u0219nuit, cu miros u\u0219or acru \u0219i miez aspru, f\u0103r\u00e2micios, dar bun\u0103 la gust. Bunicii se uitau la mine, indu\u0219i rutinei lor, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lneau, de a-mi evalua gradul de cumin\u021benie. Le c\u0103zusem pe plac, din acest punct de vedere, \u0219i acolo, \u00een inima lor, aspiram s\u0103-mi fie l\u0103ca\u0219ul, c\u00e2t mai mult\u0103 vreme…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\u0219teptam s\u0103 treac\u0103 orele, \u00eenotam \u00een plictiseal\u0103 ca pe\u0219tele solitar \u00eentr-un acvariu cu ap\u0103 \u00eenverzit\u0103; dac\u0103 mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 f\u0103ceam o mi\u0219care mai energic\u0103, prin care dep\u0103\u0219eam ritmul existen\u021bial din camer\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eenvinov\u0103\u021beam \u0219i m\u0103 temeam s\u0103 nu-mi fi dezam\u0103git b\u0103tr\u00e2nii. Chiar dac\u0103 nu erau rostite, le auzeam imput\u0103rile \u00een g\u00e2nd. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Contemplam mu\u0219cata din fereastr\u0103, mai d\u0103deam o tur\u0103 prin curte, pun\u00e2nd m\u00e2na pe un jug vechi de lemn, jug proptit de un bu\u0219tean. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pe sear\u0103, a sunat tata. Cu o voce senin\u0103, m-a asigurat: \u201e\u021ai-am cump\u0103rat ceva foarte frumos\u201d; de\u0219i am insistat, nu mi-a precizat ce: \u201eE surpriz\u0103!\u201d. Toat\u0103 noaptea, \u00eemi imaginam cum va scoate, din geant\u0103, una dintre acele juc\u0103rii pe care mi le doream cu \u00eenfocare, dar care s\u0103 fie? Ma\u0219inu\u021ba de curse, pistolul cu sc\u00e2ntei, vreo minge Artex<\/em>? <\/p>\n\n\n\n A doua zi, am \u00eentrebat c\u00e2nd sose\u0219te autobuzul. Urm\u0103ream ceasul (din perete), care tic\u0103ia \u00een toat\u0103 camera; mi-l apropiam de ochi, atras de marcajul artistic al orelor, \u00eenv\u00e2rteam minutarul, s\u0103 gr\u0103besc timpul: \u201eNu-l mai for\u021ba, pentru c\u0103 strici mecanismul!\u201d – am primit indica\u021bia. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Of, au intrat ai mei pe poart\u0103! Am s\u0103rit din pat \u0219i am alergat, \u00eenc\u00e2ntat, spre ei. Tata mi-a \u00eenm\u00e2nat cadoul, un ursule\u021b galben de cauciuc, pe care l-am chi\u021b\u0103it ani \u00een \u0219ir, c\u00e2nd nu aveam ce face. \u00cen ziua mult a\u0219teptat\u0103, am fost dezam\u0103git, tot nu credeam c\u0103 este pentru mine, speram c\u0103 pentru sor\u0103-mea. <\/p>\n\n\n\n O a\u0219teptare mare distrus\u0103 de un urs mic! <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ai mei erau la Craiova, s\u0103 cumpere ceva, \u00een timp ce eu m\u0103 zb\u0103team s\u0103-mi g\u0103sesc de joac\u0103 prin casa bunicilor materni, \u00een a c\u0103ror grij\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sesem, dar, oric\u00e2t m\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2ntam, nu aflasem ceva potrivit. Masa \u00eens\u0103\u0219i era diferit\u0103, compus\u0103 din m\u00e2nc\u0103ruri de post, \u00eenso\u021bite de o p\u00e2ine mai s\u0103rat\u0103 dec\u00e2t eram obi\u0219nuit, cu miros … Continu\u0103 lectura 19 februarie, 2021: Surpriza…<\/span>