{"id":8543,"date":"2023-09-30T09:03:03","date_gmt":"2023-09-30T09:03:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sfdumitru.org\/?p=8543"},"modified":"2025-10-07T10:13:43","modified_gmt":"2025-10-07T10:13:43","slug":"uncle-anghel-extract","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfdumitru.org\/ro\/2023\/09\/uncle-anghel-extract\/","title":{"rendered":"Mo\u0219 Anghel (extras)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Biruind g\u00e2ndul ce-i venea de-a o rupe la fug\u0103, el deschise u\u0219a od\u0103ii bolnavului. N\u0103prasnic\u0103 duhoare de hoit \u0219i de privat\u0103. Ochii s\u0103i, \u00een\u021bepa\u021bi de \u021bipirig, se \u00eenchiser\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-i de-abia vremea s\u0103 vad\u0103 de pe la spate, o tigv\u0103 lustruit\u0103 ca o b\u0103\u0219ic\u0103 umflat\u0103, precum \u0219i un bra\u021b, cu pielea pe os, ce at\u00e2rna pe marginea patului plin de \u021boale sc\u00e2rnave.<\/p>\n

Adrian se l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een genunchi \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i lipi fruntea de m\u00e2na asta de schelet, rece ca ghea\u021ba. Bolnavul nu se mi\u0219c\u0103.<\/p>\n

- Ridic\u0103-te... Adriene... \u0218i \u00eendur\u0103-m\u0103...<\/p>\n

Adrian se \u00eenfior\u0103. Nu era o voce de om, graiul b\u0103rb\u0103tesc al lui Anghel, ci o miorl\u0103itur\u0103 ie\u0219it\u0103 din nasul unui copil murind de oftic\u0103.<\/p>\n

El se ridic\u0103 cu p\u0103l\u0103ria \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i st\u0103tu drept, smerit, \u00een mijlocul od\u0103ii, \u00een fa\u021ba bolnavului. Bolnavul acesta nu era unchiul s\u0103u Anghel, ci un mo\u0219neag cu obraz de mumie; cu ochi mari, str\u0103lucitori, lipsi\u021bi de pleoape \u0219i scufunda\u021bi \u00een dou\u0103 orbite goale; cu nasul lungit \u0219i sub\u021biat ca un v\u00e2rf de cu\u021bit, cu buzele fripte \u0219i cu gura \u00eentredeschis\u0103. O cunun\u0103 de peri albi \u00eenconjura ceafa de la o t\u00e2mpl\u0103 la alta. Barba, crea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i neagr\u0103 pe vremuri, nu mai era dec\u00e2t o \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u0219eal\u0103 de c\u00e2l\u021bi fumurii. \u00cempreun\u0103 cu cele dou\u0103 bra\u021be de schelet care se b\u0103l\u0103b\u0103neau \u00een m\u00e2necile c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii, era tot ce se vedea ap\u0103r\u00e2nd dintr-o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de saci, velin\u021be \u0219i ghebe rupte. Era tot ce r\u0103m\u0103sese din mo\u0219 Anghel.<\/p>\n

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Nu mai suf\u0103r deloc.. .Capul singur mai tr\u0103ie\u0219te... Restul... nu-l mai simt. S-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it cu... restul. Dar capul!... Ce minunat lucru!<\/p>\n

Anghel t\u0103cu un moment, \u0219i privi \u021bint\u0103 la nepotu-s\u0103u; apoi, cu \u00eencredin\u021bare:<\/p>\n

- Trebuia s\u0103 mor de-acum trei zile... fiindc\u0103 nu mai aveam nimic de cugetat, c\u00e2nd Irimia veni spre sear\u0103 s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103 te-ai \u00eentors... Atunci am mai z\u0103bovit, a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te...<\/p>\n

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Anghel se opri un moment ca s\u0103 r\u0103sufle. Adrian crezu c\u0103 se afl\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba unuia din acei faraoni \u00eemb\u0103ls\u0103ma\u021bi, din muzeul \u201eBulac\u201d, din Cairo, un faraon ai c\u0103rui ochi redeschi\u0219i nu mai clipeau. Pielea obrazului, mi\u0219c\u0103toare, uscat\u0103, str\u0103v\u0103z\u0103toare, l\u0103sa s\u0103 se vad\u0103 toate oasele fe\u021bei deasupra c\u0103rora aluneca, \u00eentins\u0103 ca o foaie sub\u021bire de pergament, amenin\u021b\u00e2nd parc\u0103 s\u0103 se rup\u0103 la fiece mi\u0219care.<\/p>\n

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De trei ani de zile, n-am mai pus piciorul jos din patul \u00een care m\u0103 vezi. Trei ierni, trei prim\u0103veri, tot at\u00e2tea veri \u0219i tot at\u00e2tea toamne de c\u00e2nd stau culcat pe spate \u0219i m\u0103 uit la tavanul \u0103sta \u00eennegrit. E vremea cea mai puternic tr\u0103it\u0103 din toat\u0103 via\u021ba mea. De-un an nu mai m\u0103n\u00e2nc \u0219i nu mai dorm aproape deloc, iar de \u0219ase luni \u00eencoace, deloc, deloc; nici o f\u0103r\u00e2mitur\u0103 de p\u00e2ine, nici o clip\u0103 de somn. \u00cen schimb, beau, beau rachiul \u0103sta. Ziua, b\u0103iatul mi-l vars\u0103 pe g\u00e2t, dup\u0103 cum v\u0103zu\u0219i. Noaptea, ca s\u0103 nu pier \u0219i ca s\u0103 nu scol din somn pe s\u0103rmana fiin\u021b\u0103, sug buretele \u0103la de pe mas\u0103, pe care \u00eel \u00eembibez cu rachiu. Diminea\u021ba e uscat ca iasca, ars de buzele mele...<\/p>\n

Adrian \u00ee\u0219i acoperi fa\u021ba cu m\u00e2inile:<\/p>\n

- Vai, unchiule, strig\u0103 el, ce groaznic\u0103 via\u021b\u0103!...<\/p>\n

- Groaznic\u0103, zici tu, nepoate? Groaznic\u0103? O fi... Dar e dreapt\u0103, potrivit\u0103 soartei mele... Am voit fericirea \u00eentreag\u0103, fericirea u\u0219uratic\u0103, \u00eendestularea c\u0103rnii de\u0219arte... \u0218i ca s-o am, m-am zb\u0103tut aprig. Dou\u0103zeci de ani de lupt\u0103, pentru ca s\u0103 dob\u00e2ndesc o femeie frumoas\u0103, care adoarme m\u00e2nc\u00e2nd; acareturi \u00eenfumurate, cari ard ca paiele; vite, cari dispar; copii, cari mor; aur, care-\u021bi aduce lovituri de m\u0103ciuc\u0103; o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 curat\u0103, care e murdar\u0103 a doua zi. Toate astea trebuincioase unui trup care s-a desprins de capul meu, care mi-e tot a\u0219a de str\u0103in ca \u0219i boarfele care-l acop\u0103r, trupul \u0103sta care putreze\u0219te acuma, care nu mai e dec\u00e2t un hoit!... Am petrecut o via\u021b\u0103 de om, un sfert de veac, sclav al acestei putreziciuni, pe care a\u0219 vrea s-o v\u0103d m\u00e2ncat\u0103 de corbi, a\u0219a cum e \u00een clipa de fa\u021b\u0103 roas\u0103 de viermi. Un sfert de veac... \u0218i nici \u00eentr-un moment n-am b\u0103gat de seam\u0103 c\u0103 aveam un cap, un creier, o lumin\u0103 pe care putregaiul \u0219i viermii nu pot s-o ating\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u0103bu\u0219it de sfor\u021barea f\u0103cut\u0103, bolnavul t\u0103cu c\u00e2tva timp. Adrian, \u00eendur\u00e2ndu-i cu greu privirea, se \u00eentreba dac\u0103 nu cumva unchiul s\u0103u avea s\u0103-i fac\u0103 vreo mustrare. Chiar a\u0219a era;<\/p>\n

- Adriene!... Te-am chemat ca s\u0103-\u021bi spun c\u0103 sunt nemul\u021bumit de tine!..<\/p>\n

Biciuit, t\u00e2n\u0103rul tres\u0103ri:<\/p>\n

- Nemul\u021bumit de mine, unchiule?!... \u0218i de ce?<\/p>\n

- Fiindc\u0103 e\u0219ti un desfr\u00e2nat!... Fiindc\u0103 ui\u021bi lumina din capul t\u0103u \u0219i cuvintele mele de alt\u0103dat\u0103!... Asta e \u00eeng\u0103duit multor mii de oameni de r\u00e2nd, ca mine, dar nu \u021bie. Adriene, m-auzi? Nu \u021bie! Creierul t\u0103u a cunoscut lumina din cea mai fraged\u0103 copil\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

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Dar, hait!... Departe, departe de mine, aste cumplite amintiri!.. . Iar tu, Adriene, nepoate, tu trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 ascul\u021bi, tu \u00eemi datore\u0219ti supunere! Tu nu trebuie nimic s\u0103 n\u0103d\u0103jduie\u0219ti, nimic s\u0103 a\u0219tep\u021bi de la via\u021ba care zdrobe\u0219te pe om, care putreze\u0219te trupul \u0219i te face s\u0103 ui\u021bi c\u0103 ai un cap.<\/p>\n

Ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 neru\u0219inarea asta pe tine?... Ce e \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103mintea asta f\u0103cut\u0103 pe m\u0103sur\u0103?... Ce e gulerul \u0103sta \u00eenfumurat?... Ce sunt man\u0219etele astea str\u0103lucitoare?... Ce?... \u00cei trebuie toate aceste \u00eempopo\u021boneli unui t\u00e2n\u0103r care cunoa\u0219te lumina cerului \u0219i \u0219tie ce-a p\u0103\u021bit unchiul s\u0103u Anghel?...<\/p>\n

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- Iart\u0103-m\u0103!... iart\u0103-m\u0103... sunt un tic\u0103los!.. .<\/p>\n

- Foarte bine!... Te c\u0103ie\u0219ti!... \u0218i c\u0103in\u021ba aduce \u00eendreptarea. Sile\u0219te-te s\u0103 te-ndrep\u021bi, \u0219i te iert de pe-acuma; \u0219i ai s\u0103 fii Adrian al meu, nepotul meu, fiul de suflet al lui mo\u0219 Anghel, al \u0103stui mo\u0219 Anghel ce-l vezi putrezind pe \u021boalele astea, din gre\u0219eala de-a fi voit nevasta prea frumoas\u0103, casa prea \u00eenfloritoare \u0219i c\u0103ma\u0219a prea curat\u0103. Dar basta!<\/p>\n

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