{"id":16485,"date":"2026-10-27T13:50:44","date_gmt":"2026-10-27T10:50:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=16485"},"modified":"2026-10-27T13:51:42","modified_gmt":"2026-10-27T10:51:42","slug":"zaika","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=16485","title":{"rendered":"Zaika"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Anei nu \u00eei e fric\u0103 de soldatul care se apropie de gardul casei. \u00cel prive\u0219te peste uluci, cu ochi de c\u0103\u021bel curios, coco\u021bat\u0103 pe o stiv\u0103 de lemne. \u0218tie c\u0103 sunt mai mul\u021bi ca el \u00een cap\u0103tul satului, pe o paji\u0219te cu iarb\u0103 uscat\u0103. Stau acolo toat\u0103 ziua \u00een jurul unui foc, iar noaptea dorm sub cerul liber, \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi unii \u00een al\u021bii. Au ap\u0103rut, \u00ee\u0219i aminte\u0219te, odat\u0103 cu avioanele care au trecut pe deasupra acoperi\u0219urilor ca un stol de p\u0103s\u0103ri negre. <em>Semn r\u0103u.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Spre deosebire de ceilal\u021bi, care se f\u00e2\u021b\u00e2ie mereu la bustul gol, b\u0103rbatul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 gard e \u00eentotdeauna \u00eembr\u0103cat cu veston, \u00ee\u0219i ascunde ochii sub chipiu \u0219i e \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat \u00een cizme \u00eenalte din piele lucioas\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 afar\u0103 e z\u0103pu\u0219eal\u0103. Uniforma \u00eel face s\u0103 arate mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n, mai venerabil, <em>cumva ca tata \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece la r\u0103zboi<\/em>, se g\u00e2nde\u0219te fata. P\u0103rul alb de pe t\u00e2mple \u0219i musta\u021ba grizonat\u0103 \u00eei tr\u0103deaz\u0103 anii, iar pe piept are o stea ro\u0219ie \u0219i aurie, din care lumina amiezii rico\u0219eaz\u0103 ca dintr-o lantern\u0103. Dup\u0103 str\u0103lucirea ei, Ana \u0219tie c\u00e2nd soldatul iese din cort \u0219i porne\u0219te, prin iarba deas\u0103, c\u0103tre casa lor.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Fetei i se pare comic c\u0103 b\u0103rbatul nu cunoa\u0219te dec\u00e2t un singur cuv\u00e2nt, \u201ezaika\u201d, pe care \u00eel repet\u0103 de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd vine la ea, sucind din palm\u0103 de parc\u0103 ar pune o \u00eentrebare. \u201eZaika, unde-i zaika?\u201d. Ana habar nu are cine e \u201ezaika\u201d sau pe unde o fi, \u0219tie doar c\u0103 sor\u0103-sa mai mare, Natalia, se ascunde \u00een \u0219opron, sub podeaua de lemn.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd s-a oprit \u00een dreptul casei lor, Ana s-a speriat foarte tare \u0219i a \u00eencercat s\u0103 se ascund\u0103. Soldatul a ar\u0103tat cu degetul spre ea, dup\u0103 care \u0219i-a lipit palma pe piept. Fata s-a ghemuit mai tare dup\u0103 o buturug\u0103. B\u0103rbatul a repetat gestul de c\u00e2teva ori, apoi a \u00eentins m\u00e2na spre r\u0103s\u0103rit, \u00een zare. Poate c\u0103 acolo era o alt\u0103 \u201ezaik\u0103\u201d. A lui.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u0219i de atunci tot zaika-n sus \u0219i zaika-n jos&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 a ademenit-o mirosul greu al ceaunului \u00een care solda\u021bii g\u0103teau de diminea\u021b\u0103 zeam\u0103 de cartofi cu carne, un paprica\u0219 f\u0103r\u0103 cap \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 coad\u0103, iar seara \u00ee\u0219i op\u0103reau cu le\u0219ie hainele pline de p\u0103duchi.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen prima zi, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul i-a adus fetei un castron cu m\u00e2ncare. Ana a \u00eenghi\u021bit pe nemestecate, m\u00e2njindu-\u0219i degetele \u0219i obrajii cu sosul dulceag, dar apoi a vomitat. O chinuia burta de la foame, iar crampele o \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103deau pe lavi\u021b\u0103 \u0219i o f\u0103ceau s\u0103 se zv\u00e2rcoleasc\u0103 de durere. A doua zi soldatul i-a adus terci de ov\u0103z \u0219i gem, ca s\u0103 \u00eei lini\u0219teasc\u0103 stomacul, iar apoi i-a dat un pe\u0219te afumat, f\u0103r\u0103 oase.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;I-au pl\u0103cut toate \u0219i nici nu le-a mai dat afar\u0103. Erau mult mai gustoase dec\u00e2t ciorba de buruieni pe care o f\u0103cea bunic\u0103-sa. \u00cen a patra zi, b\u0103rbatul nu a mai venit. Fata \u0219i-a lungit g\u00e2tul peste gard, ca o giraf\u0103, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 anticipeze c\u00e2nd va mai primi ceva de m\u00e2ncare. Au urmat trei zile de foame cr\u00e2ncen\u0103.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Azi, b\u0103rbatul prive\u0219te cercet\u0103tor, pe sub chipiu, peste um\u0103rul Anei, spre cas\u0103, prin geamuri, \u00een od\u0103i, \u0219i c\u0103tre livada de pruni din spatele \u0219opronului. Nu e convins c\u0103 acolo locuiesc doar ea \u0219i cu bunica ei. Are o b\u0103nuial\u0103, vocea t\u0103cut\u0103 a instinctului. Pe um\u0103r \u021bine o geant\u0103 din care scoate o conserv\u0103 de carne. O desface cu baioneta, \u00een fa\u021ba fetei, c\u0103reia \u00eei ghior\u021b\u0103ie ma\u021bele. Am\u00e2ndoi plesc\u0103ie de poft\u0103. Carnea e acoperit\u0103 de gelatin\u0103 gustoas\u0103, care se scurge de pe lama de o\u021bel. Un strop de gr\u0103sime cade pe cizmele l\u0103cuite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Soldatul ia o buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 din conserv\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepe s\u0103 mestece cu poft\u0103. Strive\u0219te zg\u00e2rciurile printre din\u021bi \u0219i nu \u00ee\u0219i dezlipe\u0219te ochii de la Ana. Fata se \u00eentinde c\u0103tre el, dar ceva o opre\u0219te, o \u00eendoial\u0103 pe care nu reu\u0219e\u0219te s\u0103 o identifice. Durerea din ma\u021be o chinuie \u00eens\u0103 prea tare, e lihnit\u0103 de foame, foamea aia intens\u0103, care \u00ee\u021bi roade din oase \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi \u00eenmoaie mu\u0219chii, ce te face s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi pierzi min\u021bile. Mirosul c\u0103rnii \u00eei d\u0103 ghes s\u0103 lase deoparte orice precau\u021bie.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2014 Zaika? \u00eentreab\u0103 viclean b\u0103tr\u00e2nul, \u00een timp ce mai ia o \u00eembuc\u0103tur\u0103.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ana se code\u0219te un pic. Crede c\u0103 \u00een\u021belege ce dore\u0219te soldatul, dar nu \u0219tie sigur dac\u0103 s\u0103-i zic\u0103 sau nu. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe de cump\u0103n\u0103, se pierde cu firea \u0219i \u00eentinde o m\u00e2n\u0103 c\u0103tre \u0219opron, iar cu cealalt\u0103 d\u0103 s\u0103 apuce conserva. Cine \u0219tie, poate c\u0103 b\u0103rbatul are vreun col\u021b de p\u00e2ine \u0219i pentru sor\u0103-sa.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2014 Spasiba, zice lini\u0219tit soldatul, dup\u0103 care sare gardul, mai vioi dec\u00e2t dau de b\u0103nuit t\u00e2mplele albe \u0219i musta\u021ba grizonat\u0103. Traverseaz\u0103 \u00een grab\u0103 curtea \u0219i deschide hot\u0103r\u00e2t u\u0219a. Calc\u0103 ap\u0103sat pe podeaua de lemn, ca s\u0103 vad\u0103 care din ele se \u00eendoaie sub greutatea lui. \u021aop\u0103ie pe c\u00e2teva, tremur\u00e2nd de ner\u0103bdare, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce aude una dintre ele p\u00e2r\u00e2ind sub cizmele grele. Se apleac\u0103 \u0219i o smulge cu totul. Sc\u00e2ndura pocne\u0219te cu un zgomot sec. De sub ea, Natalia \u021bip\u0103 \u00eengrozit\u0103. Nep\u0103s\u0103tor, b\u0103rbatul o trage afar\u0103 \u0219i o love\u0219te cu pumnul peste fa\u021b\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i d\u0103 jos chipiul \u0219i vestonul, dup\u0103 care \u00ee\u0219i coboar\u0103 pantalonii p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi. Nimic nu \u00eel mai deosebe\u0219te de restul solda\u021bilor din cap\u0103tul satului.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Coco\u021bat\u0103 pe gard, Ana m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 mai departe cu poft\u0103 din carne. \u00cenghite pe s\u0103turate, \u00eentinde cu degetele gr\u0103simea pe marginile conservei \u0219i nici nu \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103 seama c\u0103 s-a t\u0103iat la deget. E ame\u021bit\u0103 de gustul bun al m\u00e2nc\u0103rii. Nu mai aude urletele sor\u0103-sii, care dup\u0103 o vreme se transform\u0103 \u00een sc\u00e2ncete \u0219i apoi \u00een \u0219oapte de durere.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>zaika-n sus \u0219i zaika-n jos, \u0219i de la cap\u0103t.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Trec c\u00e2teva ore, iar lumina bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a apusului se scufund\u0103 \u00een iarba uscat\u0103 a verii. Soldatul iese din \u0219opron \u0219i trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 Ana, ciufulindu-i p\u0103rul, dr\u0103g\u0103stos \u0219i mul\u021bumit. Azi s-au \u00eenfruptat am\u00e2ndoi. De data asta iese pe poart\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i aranjeaz\u0103 pedant hainele, apas\u0103 mai bine chipiul pe frunte \u0219i porne\u0219te agale, un pic obosit, c\u0103tre cap\u0103tul satului, la ai lui.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Proz\u0103 de Cristian Vicol<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":502,"featured_media":16484,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[2517,2916,47],"coauthors":[2943],"class_list":["post-16485","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fictiune","tag-cristian-vicol","tag-nr-7-2026","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Cristian_Vicol.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16485","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/502"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16485"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16485\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16486,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16485\/revisions\/16486"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/16484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16485"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16485"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16485"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcoauthors&post=16485"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}