{"id":1784,"date":"2021-04-10T10:07:15","date_gmt":"2021-04-10T07:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1784"},"modified":"2021-04-10T10:10:46","modified_gmt":"2021-04-10T07:10:46","slug":"maestrii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1784","title":{"rendered":"Mae\u0219trii"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/1026452734&amp;color=%239f9f9f&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;show_teaser=true\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc; line-break: anywhere; word-break: normal; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif; font-weight: 100;\"><a style=\"color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;\" title=\"Revista de cultur\u0103 FAMILIA\" href=\"https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/user-899809035\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Revista de cultur\u0103 FAMILIA<\/a> \u00b7 <a style=\"color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;\" title=\"Andrei Cra\u0306ciun citind \u201eMaes\u0326trii\u201d (Familia 2-3\/2021)\" href=\"https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/user-899809035\/andrei-craciun-citind-maestrii-familia-2-32021\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Andrei Cra\u0306ciun citind \u201eMaes\u0326trii\u201d (Familia 2-3\/2021)<\/a><\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen ora\u0219ul nostru erau doar cinci mae\u0219tri: maestrul Truic\u0103, maestrul Lazarone, maestrul Cucu, maestrul Pene \u0219i tata. Tata, \u00eens\u0103, nu se mai ar\u0103ta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen diminea\u021ba aceea, ora\u0219ul nostru fu cuprins de lini\u0219te. \u0218tiam bine acest fel de lini\u0219te, cu ea \u00eencepea vara. C\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it era lini\u0219te, era iulie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nu aveam nevoie de calendar, cum nici cet\u0103\u021benii din K\u00f6nigsberg nu aveau nevoie de ceas, cel pu\u021bin nu \u00een secolul al XVIII-lea. \u0218tiau c\u00e2nd e trei \u0219i jum\u0103tate, dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103, v\u0103z\u00e2ndu-l pe micu\u021bul profesor ie\u0219ind din cas\u0103. Bun\u0103 ziua, domnule Kant, spuneau, cumin\u021bi, cet\u0103\u021benii, iar profesorul Kant \u00ee\u0219i ridica atunci p\u0103l\u0103ria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Zeci de ani, \u00een fiecare zi, la ora trei \u0219i jum\u0103tate, dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103, profesorul \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencepea plimbarea. Odinioar\u0103 fusese t\u00e2n\u0103r, cu spatele aproape drept, \u00eenainte de \u00eencheiere se sprijinea de un baston cu care biciuia cocoa\u0219a drumului. Dar plimbarea nu \u00eencepea niciodat\u0103 \u00eenainte de trei \u0219i jum\u0103tate, niciodat\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu. Ziua \u00een care profesorul nu a ie\u0219it pe strad\u0103 a fost ziua \u00een care a murit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La noi era la fel, noi nu-l aveam pe profesorul Kant, dar aveam lini\u0219tea. \u0218i c\u00e2nd venea lini\u0219tea, ora\u0219ul nostru era deja lovit de vipie, b\u0103rba\u021bii se furi\u0219au prin p\u0103dure \u0219i c\u00e2nd o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 fat\u0103 le t\u0103ia calea o sprijineau de un stejar \u0219i o iubeau \u00een treac\u0103t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Soarele \u00eei c\u0103uta atunci s\u0103 le ard\u0103 ceafa \u0219i s\u0103 le ia min\u021bile, ei ispr\u0103veau repede iubirea, tinerele fete \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103geau chilo\u021bii \u0219i sufletul \u0219i plecau mai departe prin via\u021b\u0103, uneori triste. Iar b\u0103rba\u021bii, melancolici, z\u0103boveau \u00een p\u0103dure p\u00e2n\u0103 se stingeau fl\u0103c\u0103rile \u00een cer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen povestea aceasta, \u00eentotdeauna se auzea o voce care spunea:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; S-a f\u0103cut iulie. Vin mae\u0219trii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Primul se l\u0103sa v\u0103zut maestrul Truic\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">El era neobi\u0219nuit, masiv \u0219i grav. Nu z\u00e2mbea niciodat\u0103, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost fiul unei apa\u0219e care ar fi ajuns, cine \u0219tie cum, c\u00e2ndva la noi \u00een ora\u0219.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00ce\u0219i sculpta trupul ca un grec vechi. Era lung \u0219i se lupta cu fiarele, le \u00eempingea, le ridica deasupra capului \u0219i \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 \u00eenainte de micul dejun f\u0103cea o mie de flot\u0103ri. Umbla vorba c\u0103 se antreneaz\u0103 ca pentru un r\u0103zboi, \u021bin\u00e2nd, \u00eentre din\u021bi, un cu\u021bit, dar asta probabil era numai o exagerare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adev\u0103rul era c\u0103, la noi \u00een ora\u0219, nimeni nu v\u0103zuse p\u00e2n\u0103 la el un om care s\u0103 fug\u0103 pe drum f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l alerge nimeni, doar pentru s\u0103n\u0103tatea trupului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Truic\u0103 avea o privire de \u0219arpe, care nu i se potrivea, fiindc\u0103 nu era \u0219iret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>S\u0103 z\u0103bovim asupra sa: privirea sa e de \u0219arpe, de\u0219i nu e \u0219iret, are ochii purpurii ca ai unui c\u0103l\u0103u bl\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00een col\u021bul buzelor str\u00e2nge uneori pu\u021bin, prea pu\u021bin, dispre\u021b, vorbe\u0219te rar \u0219i foarte politicos, nasul \u00eei cade pe chip ca o ran\u0103.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">To\u021bi \u0219tiam cum va fi: va cobor\u00ee cu pas sold\u0103\u021besc dinspre stadion, craniul s\u0103u orbitor se va plimba pe sub felinarele stinse, va avea pieptul bombat \u0219i la sub\u021biori va duce o tabl\u0103 sub\u021bire de \u0219ah. Iar tabla aceea nu va fi tocmai o tabl\u0103, ci doar un carton vechi de dou\u0103zeci de ani, peste care timpul refuzase s\u0103 treac\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Totul la maestrul Truic\u0103 amintea de ordine \u0219i de armonie. \u00cemi imaginam c\u0103 are, la Atena, deasupra cet\u0103\u021bii, un zeu numai al lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen pumnul maestrului Truic\u0103, punga cu piesele jocului de \u0219ah aproape c\u0103 nici nu se vedea. Erau mici buc\u0103\u021bi de lemn, unele galbene, palide, ca un aur obosit, altele negre, care p\u0103reau \u00eencruntate. To\u021bi ne f\u0103ceam c\u0103 nu vedem bine, celor galbene le spuneam albe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">To\u021bi, v\u0103 spuneam, \u0219tiam cum va fi: maestrul Truic\u0103 va purta un tricou albastru, un albastru curat, pe sub care vor zv\u00e2cni mu\u0219chii unui b\u0103rbat puternic \u0219i \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat. Pe obraz \u00eei va curge un p\u00e2r\u00e2u de sudoare, niciodat\u0103 lacrimi, niciodat\u0103 s\u00e2nge. Nu mirosea acru, nu se \u0219tie de ce, mirosea dulce, a vat\u0103 pe b\u0103\u021b.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">S\u0103 z\u0103bovim asupra sa: privirea sa e de \u0219arpe, de\u0219i nu e \u0219iret, are ochii purpurii ca ai unui c\u0103l\u0103u bl\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00een col\u021bul buzelor str\u00e2nge uneori pu\u021bin, prea pu\u021bin, dispre\u021b, vorbe\u0219te rar \u0219i foarte politicos, nasul \u00eei cade pe chip ca o ran\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pe din\u0103untru, pe maestrul Truic\u0103 pu\u021bini l-au v\u0103zut: a fost orfan, a crescut prin case str\u0103ine, venea din noapte, a p\u0103timit \u0219i n-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 renun\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218tim, maestrul Truic\u0103 va lua loc la prima mas\u0103 din parc, chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 acea oal\u0103 care, nu se mai \u0219tie cum, devenise simbolul ora\u0219ului nostru. Era o oal\u0103 parc\u0103 sc\u0103pat\u0103 din preistorie, pe care singurul pictor dat de ora\u0219ul nostru, Gogoa\u0219\u0103, desenase flori tropicale care se \u00een\u0103l\u021bau cu disperare spre buza de sus a oalei, dorind s\u0103 evadeze \u00een interiorul necunoscut. Gogoa\u0219\u0103 era un mister, un vis\u0103tor, un profet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Truic\u0103 va \u00eentinde cartonul ca o tabl\u0103 de \u0219ah, va a\u0219eza piesele, \u00eentotdeauna \u00een ordine, \u00eent\u00e2i turnurile, abia apoi caii, nebunii, regii, reginele, caii, nebunii, turnurile. \u0218i, abia la urm\u0103, pionii, \u00eent\u00e2i unul galben, c\u0103ruia \u00eei vom spune alb, apoi unul negru, apoi \u00eenc\u0103 unul galben, c\u0103ruia \u00eei vom spune alb, apoi \u00eenc\u0103 unul negru, p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219it, st\u0103ruind c\u00e2teva clipe deasupra tablei, cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri nea\u0219teptate, elegante \u0219i \u00eenduio\u0219\u0103toare, ca ale copiilor care leag\u0103n\u0103 o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Iar piesele acelea mici \u00een m\u00e2inile sale enorme nu vor striga dup\u0103 ajutor \u0219i vor p\u0103rea fericite \u0219i poate chiar vor fi vii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Privirea sa de \u0219arpe se va plimba deasupra presim\u021birii \u00eenceputului \u0219i a\u0219a va deschide a\u0219teptarea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrului Truic\u0103 i se spunea Spassky, pentru c\u0103, uneori, aplauda victoriile adversarilor, \u00eenainte s\u0103 le str\u00e2ng\u0103 m\u00e2na ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103 le lase amintire o fractur\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L\u0103s\u00e2ndu-l pe maestrul Truic\u0103 s\u0103 a\u0219tepte, acum putem fi siguri c\u0103 este 1 iulie \u0219i mai este doar un sfert de ceas p\u00e2n\u0103 la orele 10, diminea\u021ba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ora\u0219ul nostru nu fusese un Auschwitz, dar chiar \u0219i a\u0219a cartierele nu aveau nume, fuseser\u0103 botezate cu litere din alfabet. Aveam cartierul A-urilor, cartierul B-urilor, cartierul C-urilor, cartierul AC-urilor, cartierul V-urilor \u0219i, departe, la marginea p\u0103durii, unde tr\u0103iau \u021biganii \u0219i al\u021bi oameni fantastici era un p\u00e2lc de blocuri str\u00e2nse \u00eentr-un ghem botezat omene\u0219te: cartierul Diana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mai erau \u0219i vilele, ridicate demult, pe vremea r\u0103zboiului, pe vremea nem\u021bilor, ele n-aveau nevoie de alt nume: vilele erau paradisul pierdut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i chiar c\u00e2nd mai erau trei minute p\u00e2n\u0103 la ora zece, ap\u0103rea dinspre AC-uri un om tr\u0103g\u00e2nd o umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A\u0219a venea, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se gr\u0103beasc\u0103, \u00een blugi \u0219i cu c\u0103ma\u0219a \u00een carouri, descheiat\u0103 la primii trei nasturi de sus, fluier\u00e2nd ca un v\u0103car american, vesel, sub p\u0103l\u0103ria sa de paie, maestrul Lazarone. Avea lulea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mai avea maestrul Lazarone capul \u021buguiat \u0219i un ochi mort. Tr\u0103gea \u00een n\u0103ri vara \u0219i, dac\u0103 priveai mai atent, vedeai cum \u0219chioap\u0103t\u0103 u\u0219or cu piciorul drept, ca un diavol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pe vremea dictaturii fusese subinginer \u00een fabrica de armament, \u00eentr-o zi, deodat\u0103, \u00eei b\u0103gase pe to\u021bi \u00een pizdele mamii lor cu fabrica lor cu tot, plecase acas\u0103, iar acum doar l\u0103sa timpul s\u0103 treac\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201eI-am b\u0103gat \u00een pizda m\u0103-sii pe to\u021bi, \u0219i \u00eei bag \u0219i acum\u201d, devenise vorba lui. O spunea des, ca pe o rug\u0103ciune, \u00een loc de Tat\u0103l Nostru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218ah \u00eenv\u0103\u021base din via\u021b\u0103, nu din c\u0103r\u021bi, demult, \u00een vremea r\u0103zboiului, de la un b\u0103rbat \u00eentors de pe front, c\u0103ci fusese \u00eempu\u0219cat \u00een cap, dar nu mortal. Jucau \u00eentr-o \u0219coal\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103, plin\u0103 de \u0219obolani. Dar asta era pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sus, \u00een ceruri, treceau avioane, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 c\u0103deau bombe. Micul Lazarone \u0219i b\u0103rbatul \u00eentors \u00eempu\u0219cat \u00een cap de pe front jucau \u00eenainte, erau ca \u00een trans\u0103. De pe atunci, Lazarone nu gre\u0219ea, dac\u0103 nu era obligat, \u0219i avea o capacitate de concentrare extraordinar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Lazarone primise la botez, \u00een grab\u0103, dou\u0103 nume, Laz\u0103r \u0219i Grigore, dar nimeni nu i-a spus niciodat\u0103 a\u0219a. Era ceva \u00een toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba lui care te obliga s\u0103-i spui Lazarone \u0219i, spun\u00e2ndu-i a\u0219a, s\u0103 nu-l mai po\u021bi uita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dar era ceva \u0219i mai uimitor: maestrul acesta se n\u0103scuse fericit \u0219i fericit r\u0103m\u0103sese p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een diminea\u021ba aceasta de 1 iulie, nimic nu \u00eei strica buna sa dispozi\u021bie. Cu toate acestea, dincolo de fericirea lui mai era ceva, \u0219i mai ad\u00e2nc, ceva paradoxal, ca o mare durere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dar, la suprafa\u021ba vie\u021bii, nici bomba atomic\u0103 de la Hiroshima, nici bomba atomic\u0103 de la Nagasaki nu l-ar fi putut zdruncina \u00een \u00eencrederea c\u0103 s-a n\u0103scut pentru a r\u00e2de.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut vechiul regim, maestrul Lazarone a r\u00e2s, pe atunci frumoasa sa fa\u021b\u0103 p\u0103timea din pricina deciziei ne\u00een\u021belepte a maestrului de a purta musta\u021b\u0103. \u0218i tot a\u0219a, c\u00e2nd lumea cea veche se tot \u0219tergea, de la an la an, maestrul Lazarone continua s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 serios \u0219i simplu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Era v\u0103duv, avea o fat\u0103 care \u00eentr-o zi \u00eencepuse s\u0103 zboare \u0219i se oprise tocmai \u00een Canada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Lazarone tr\u0103ia din elanul inimii, din amintiri \u0219i din \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile amuzante, pe care le \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219ea oricui \u00ee\u0219i pleca urechea. Vorbea ca un actor comic din Fran\u021ba secolului XIX \u0219i, c\u00e2nd b\u0103tea v\u00e2nt, p\u0103rea c\u0103 capul s\u0103u \u021buguiat se va desprinde de corp \u0219i se va \u00een\u0103l\u021ba ca un balon \u00een nori.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Lazarone \u00ee\u0219i preg\u0103tea intr\u0103rile \u00een scen\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i calcula mi\u0219c\u0103rile pentru a ob\u021bine efectul dup\u0103 care t\u00e2njea: nu voia doar s\u0103 fie admirat, voia s\u0103 fie iubit. Iar dac\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mpla s\u0103-i ias\u0103 \u00een cale om \u0219i s\u0103-i dea bine\u021be, maestrul Lazarone, implacabil, r\u0103spundea: \u201eI-am b\u0103gat \u00een pizda m\u0103-sii pe to\u021bi, \u0219i \u00eei bag \u0219i acum\u201d. Abia dup\u0103 aceea r\u00e2dea. R\u00e2sul \u00eei era frumos \u0219i suna ca o vindecare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Lazarone cuno\u0219tea toat\u0103 istoria \u0219ahului, p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimele am\u0103nunte. Idolul s\u0103u era Mihail Tal, un b\u0103rbat ciudat, c\u0103ruia \u00eei fugeau ochii \u00een toate direc\u021biile, \u0219i cu anii \u00ee\u0219i pierduse puterile \u0219i o chelie \u00ee\u0219i croise drum peste jum\u0103tate din capul s\u0103u grandios.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrului Lazarone \u00eei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103: v-am zis c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors Mihail Tal campion mondial la el acas\u0103? Fi\u021bi aten\u021bi, Mihail Tal era leton, a\u0219a, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi, \u0219i c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors la Riga, capitala lor, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi, toat\u0103 Riga era la gar\u0103, i-au dat o ma\u0219in\u0103, o Volga, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi, \u0219i au luat letonii ma\u0219ina pe sus, s\u0103 o poarte pe bra\u021be, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi. \u0218i Mihail Tal era \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i se c\u0103case pe el de fric\u0103, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi. Era boln\u0103vicios. A\u021bi auzit, m\u0103? Se c\u0103case pe el, fi\u021bi aten\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i abia \u00een acest punct al povestirii, maestrul Lazarone \u00eencepea s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 din nou. R\u00e2sul \u00eei era frumos \u0219i suna ca o vindecare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dar era \u0219i ceva \u00een maestrul Lazarone, ceva, ca o nostalgie f\u0103r\u0103 leac, care \u00eel f\u0103cea s\u0103 se identifice cu maestrul Tal, fiindc\u0103 uneori \u00eei lua pur \u0219i simplu buc\u0103\u021bi din via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepea s\u0103 le tr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u0219i el, ca s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum e. Mai demult, maestrul Tal, care dob\u00e2ndise harul paharului, r\u0103spundea tuturor \u00eentreb\u0103rilor care i se adresau cu un singur cuv\u00e2nt: Coniac! \u00cel \u00eentrebai de s\u0103n\u0103tate, el \u00ee\u021bi zicea Coniac!, \u00eei d\u0103deai \u0219ah, el \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103spundea Coniac! Nu mai \u0219tiau nici ru\u0219ii ce s\u0103-i fac\u0103. Se g\u00e2ndeau s\u0103-l bage la nebuni, o s\u0103 te b\u0103g\u0103m la balamuc, tovar\u0103\u0219e Tal, dar maestrul nu avea alt cuv\u00e2nt pentru ei: Coniac!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C\u00e2nd \u00eel lovea nostalgia aceasta, maestrul Lazarone \u00eencepea \u0219i el s\u0103 spun\u0103 doar Coniac! Nu se putea face nimic, \u00een c\u00e2teva zile \u00ee\u0219i revenea, tot a\u0219a cum \u0219i maestrul Tal \u00ee\u0219i revenise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pentru o vreme, maestrul Lazarone uita cuv\u00e2ntul coniac \u0219i nu \u0219tiai niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u0219i-l va aminti. Cei doi mae\u0219tri mai aveau \u00een comun ceva: o suferin\u021b\u0103 hepatic\u0103. C\u0103ci dac\u0103 d\u0103deai la o parte faima maestrului Tal, dac\u0103 d\u0103deai la o parte r\u00e2sul maestrului Lazarone, pe fe\u021bele lor se puteau vedea, totu\u0219i, urmele acestei suferin\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Povestea, deci adev\u0103rul, era a\u0219a: maestrul Lazarone venea fluier\u00e2nd, maestrul Truic\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i ciulea urechile, ca un dul\u0103u, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentorcea privirea sa de \u0219arpe c\u0103tre dreapta \u0219i \u00eel invita pe Lazarone s\u0103 ia loc \u00een fa\u021ba tablei de \u0219ah, care nu era tocmai o tabl\u0103 de \u0219ah, \u0219i s\u0103 mute primul. Maestrul Truic\u0103 prefera s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 cu piesele cele negre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Lazarone se a\u0219eza cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri tacticoase, exagerate, \u0219i \u00een loc de ziua bun\u0103 spunea din nou: \u201eI-am b\u0103gat \u00een pizda m\u0103-sii pe to\u021bi, \u0219i \u00eei bag \u0219i acum\u201d. Bine\u00een\u021beles c\u0103 maestrul Truic\u0103 nici m\u0103car nu z\u00e2mbe\u0219te.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Noi, pu\u021binii copii care am r\u0103mas peste var\u0103 \u00een ora\u0219, \u00eencepem s\u0103 ne ar\u0103t\u0103m c\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nile \u00een parc, parc\u0103 suntem pop\u00e2nd\u0103i. \u0218i atunci, maestrul Lazarone, care jucase \u0219ah perfect sub bombe, se preface deranjat de zgomotul nostru, \u00eentoarce capul s\u0103u \u021buguiat, duce degetul la buze \u0219i ne \u00eendeamn\u0103 la t\u0103cere, nu \u00eenainte de a ne arunca eternul:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Care e\u0219ti, m\u0103, acolo? Morcovea\u021b\u0103, ia lini\u0219te, c\u0103 te bag \u00een pizda m\u0103-tii \u0219i pe tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pentru maestrul Lazarone to\u021bi copiii sunt Morcovea\u021b\u0103, cu excep\u021bia micului Cucu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De\u00eendat\u0103 ce \u00eel vede pe micul Cucu, maestrul Lazarone \u00eel va trimite dup\u0103 taic\u0103-su:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Cucu mic, unde e, m\u0103, tac-tu? \u00cent\u00e2rzie?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>E mic \u0219i maestrul Cucu, cu o palm\u0103 mai \u00eenalt dec\u00e2t fiul s\u0103u, e aproape un pitic. \u0218i ca \u0219i cum nu ar fi de ajuns, maestrul Cucu se mai \u0219i b\u00e2lb\u00e2ie.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i Cucu mic, ru\u0219inat, se repede c\u0103tre cas\u0103, dar e zadarnic totul, fiindc\u0103 dinspre V-uri deja apare maestrul Cucu, se vor ciocni piept \u00een piept, ca dou\u0103 ou\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">E mic \u0219i maestrul Cucu, cu o palm\u0103 mai \u00eenalt dec\u00e2t fiul s\u0103u, e aproape un pitic. \u0218i ca \u0219i cum nu ar fi de ajuns, maestrul Cucu se mai \u0219i b\u00e2lb\u00e2ie. Vine cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunare \u0219i pe nas are o pereche de ochelari cu ramele mereu rupte, mereu lipite prost. Maestrul Cucu pare tot o improviza\u021bie, nici n-ai spune c\u0103 e maestru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Se va a\u0219eza l\u00e2ng\u0103 masa la care maestrul Lazarone deja l-a for\u021bat pe maestrul Truic\u0103 s\u0103 sacrifice un nebun. Maestrul Lazarone joac\u0103 flamboaiant, maestrul Truic\u0103 \u00eei opune o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 sicilian\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-l surprind\u0103 cu o mutare care nu se g\u0103se\u0219te \u00een niciun manual. Ne\u00eendoielnic, maestrul Lazarone va c\u00e2\u0219tiga.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dar p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci maestrul Cucu va cl\u0103tina din cap, ca scuturat de friguri \u0219i nu va spune nimic altceva \u00een afar\u0103 de exclama\u021bia: Hm! C\u00e2nd exclam\u0103 a\u0219a, maestrul Cucu nu se b\u00e2lb\u00e2ie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Mat, se va auzi, dup\u0103 un ceas \u0219i jum\u0103tate, vocea maestrului Lazarone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Truic\u0103 va scoate doar un \u0219uierat \u0219i va \u00eentinde m\u00e2na, iar vocea maestrului Cucu va bubui atunci cu o ciudat\u0103 putere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Hm!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Cucu e \u0219i surd de o ureche.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Truic\u0103 \u00eei va aduce repro\u0219, privindu-l \u00een treac\u0103t, cu privirea sa de \u0219arpe. Ochii s\u0103i de c\u0103l\u0103u bl\u00e2nd vor avea atunci \u00een ei ceva ascu\u021bit, iar maestrul Cucu se va da jum\u0103tate de pas \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t gata s\u0103 se apere cu \u00eenc\u0103 un Hm!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i tot atunci, parc\u0103 spre a-l salva, dinspre C-uri va veni maestrul Pene. E un om aproximativ, parc\u0103 neterminat. Are o tabl\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103, din lemn, \u0219i piesele \u0219ahului s\u0103u sunt tratate ca obiectele sfinte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>Maestrul Pene a fost juc\u0103tor profesionist, a adunat puncte, a avut un coeficient bun, care \u00eel plasa \u00eentre primii o mie de juc\u0103tori din \u021bara noastr\u0103 sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a se poveste\u0219te. Era redutabil.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i mai e un am\u0103nunt: maestrul Pene are \u0219i un ceas, un ceas adev\u0103rat, ca la concursurile oficiale, care nu doar m\u0103soar\u0103 timpul fiec\u0103rei mut\u0103ri, ci mai are \u0219i mici stegule\u021be care cad ca ni\u0219te sentin\u021be de condamnare la moarte atunci c\u00e2nd cineva a z\u0103bovit prea mult f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ating\u0103 piesele, obiectele sfinte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Pene a fost juc\u0103tor profesionist, a adunat puncte, a avut un coeficient bun, care \u00eel plasa \u00eentre primii o mie de juc\u0103tori din \u021bara noastr\u0103 sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a se poveste\u0219te. Era redutabil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Pene va lua loc \u0219i \u00eel va invita la masa sa pe maestrul Cucu:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Maestre Cucu\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Mamamamaestre Pepeeeene\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Cucu se va lupta din toate puterile \u0219i va pierde greu, Hm!, \u00eentre timp maestrul Lazarone va fi c\u00e2\u0219tigat \u00eenc\u0103 o partid\u0103 la maestrul Truic\u0103 \u0219i noi, copiii, suntem deja preg\u0103ti\u021bi pentru prima mare final\u0103 a zilei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Cucu se va tot ridica de la masa unde s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103, lupt\u00e2nd nebune\u0219te cu ultimii pioni, \u00ee\u0219i va prinde degetele m\u00e2inilor ca \u00eentr-o ghilotin\u0103 \u0219i ele vor trosni cu o putere care ne va \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nta. Parc\u0103 totul e un vis sau un dans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Perechile se schimb\u0103, firesc, maestrul Cucu \u0219i maestrul Truic\u0103 joac\u0103 un fel de final\u0103 mic\u0103, la care nimeni nu e atent, \u00een timp ce maestrul Pene \u00eel tortureaz\u0103 pe maestrul Lazarone care \u00ee\u0219i sprijin\u0103 capul \u021buguiat \u00eentr-un deget, \u00eempiedic\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 se ridice deasupra ora\u0219ului, ca un duh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">P\u00e2n\u0103 acum, toate au fost a\u0219a cum le-am v\u0103zut de c\u00e2nd am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 merg, a venit revolu\u021bia, au omor\u00e2t dictatorul, a \u00eenceput altceva, fabrica de armament prinsese miros de moarte, dar de fiecare 1 iulie mae\u0219trii din ora\u0219ul nostru veneau s\u0103 se joace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mai demult, c\u00e2nd ap\u0103rea tata, lucrurile se complicau. C\u0103ci tata \u00eel putea \u00eenvinge pe maestrul Pene, c\u00e2teodat\u0103. Tata, \u00eens\u0103, nu se mai ar\u0103ta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Pene era chinuit de o nostalgie. \u00cei era dor de lumea de dinainte, \u00eei era dor de epoca de aur, \u00eei mersese bine, foarte bine, avusese de toate, de ce s\u0103 se pl\u00e2ng\u0103, doar la\u0219ii se pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">De altfel, maestrul Pene avea \u0219i o tain\u0103. Eu o aflasem din \u00eent\u00e2mplare \u0219i nu \u00eendr\u0103zneam s\u0103 aduc vorba despre asta, n-o d\u0103dusem mai departe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La noi \u00een ora\u0219 existase o singur\u0103 statuie, statuia lui Ilie Pintile, iar \u00een iarna c\u00e2nd s-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it tirania maestrul Pene, ca s\u0103 o apere de golani, ca s\u0103 nu fie \u0219i ea distrus\u0103, spulberat\u0103, umilit\u0103, scuipat\u0103, ca s\u0103 nu \u00eei fac\u0103 derbedeii lucruri \u0219i mai groaznice, a prins statuia \u00een palmele sale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cu infinit\u0103 grij\u0103, ca o mam\u0103, maestrul Pene a luat capul lui Ilie Pintilie de pe soclu \u0219i l-a ascuns \u00een subsolul casei de cultur\u0103, de care se \u00eengrijea, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 vremurile bune de alt\u0103dat\u0103 se vor \u00eentoarce \u0219i atunci&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nimeni nu \u0219tia unde disp\u0103ruse capul lui Ilie Pintilie, soclul a mai stat o vreme f\u0103r\u0103 cap, apoi cineva l-a zdrobit \u0219i altcineva l-a f\u0103cut nev\u0103zut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cu anii, oamenii au uitat de Ilie Pintilie, dar maestrul Pene cobora uneori la subsol \u0219i-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost capul unui om adev\u0103rat:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Ilie, Ilie, ce-a ajuns lumea asta, Ilie\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nu v\u0103 mint, l-am v\u0103zut cu ochii mei c\u00e2nd cobor\u00e2sem \u0219i eu la subsol ca s\u0103 descop\u0103r lumea din ad\u00e2ncuri. L-am v\u0103zut \u0219i m-am retras ca un indian, f\u0103r\u0103 ca maestrul Pene s\u0103 m\u0103 afle vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ne\u0219tiind prea bine ce s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg din aceast\u0103 poveste, n-am spus-o nim\u0103nui, dar \u00eei purtam maestrului Pene un fel de respect amestecat cu mil\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Pene era trufa\u0219, \u00eei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 c\u00e2\u0219tige, c\u00e2\u0219tiga ca s\u0103 se r\u0103zbune, mereu era purtat spre victorie de o grozav\u0103 poft\u0103 de r\u0103zbunare. Maestrul Lazarone cerea o partid\u0103 revan\u0219\u0103, o primea \u0219i o pierdea, apoi perechile se schimbau din nou \u0219i maestrul Cucu aproape c\u0103 \u00eei smulgea o remiz\u0103 maestrului Pene, care deja obosise \u0219i poate c\u0103 se \u0219i plictisise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dar \u00een ziua aceea nu a mai fost a\u0219a. \u00cen ziua aceea, cobor\u00e2nd dinspre mun\u021bi, a ap\u0103rut cineva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Oamenii din ora\u0219ul nostru erau s\u0103raci, n-aveau mai nimic, nici m\u0103car demnitatea nu \u0219i-o p\u0103straser\u0103, dar nu umblau \u00een zdren\u021be ca omul acesta. Ar\u0103ta ca un urs b\u0103gat \u00eentr-un sac. Era mare, mai mare dec\u00e2t maestrul Truic\u0103 \u0219i maestrul Cucu pu\u0219i unul peste cel\u0103lalt. Umbla cu p\u0103rul v\u00e2lvoi, chiar ar\u0103ta ca un urs cu p\u0103rul v\u00e2lvoi cobor\u00e2t dup\u0103 hran\u0103. Ne-a b\u0103gat \u00een sperie\u021bi \u0219i ne-am dat din calea lui ca din fa\u021ba unui rege.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mae\u0219trii s-au oprit \u0219i ei din mut\u0103rile lor complicate \u0219i l-au privit pe cel care eclipsa soarele. Omul s-a aplecat de \u0219ale \u0219i s-a prezentat:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Placani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Apoi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 piard\u0103 vremea, a anun\u021bat ce vrea:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Se poate s\u0103 am onoarea s\u0103 joc \u0219i eu cu domniile voatre?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Era o insolen\u021b\u0103, cum nu se mai pomenise. Era o revolu\u021bie. La noi \u00een ora\u0219 nimeni nu \u00eendr\u0103znea nici m\u0103car s\u0103 spere c\u0103 va avea loc \u00eentre cei patru mae\u0219tri, cu excep\u021bia tat\u0103lui meu, care \u00eens\u0103, am spus, nu se mai ar\u0103ta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ce a urmat aproape c\u0103 nu se mai poate povesti. Placani i-a \u00eenvins pe to\u021bi \u00eentr-un ritm ame\u021bitor, pe fiecare \u00een parte, apoi pe to\u021bi la un loc, c\u0103ci to\u021bi mae\u0219trii no\u0219tri s-au str\u00e2ns ciorchine \u00een spatele maestrului Pene, \u0219i-au unit for\u021bele \u0219i n-au putut nici m\u0103car s\u0103-l r\u0103neasc\u0103 pe uria\u0219ul cobor\u00e2t dinspre mun\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen tot acest timp, Placani scotea o sticl\u0103 fermecat\u0103, din care bea. Mirosea a votc\u0103 \u0219i ciugulea biscui\u021bi. \u0218i cu c\u00e2t bea mai mult, cu at\u00e2t c\u00e2\u0219tiga mai u\u0219or, era de neoprit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nici nu am b\u0103gat de seam\u0103 c\u00e2nd a cobor\u00e2t peste noi noaptea, s-au aprins felinarele, mae\u0219trii au \u00eencercat \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 s\u0103 salveze onoarea ora\u0219ului nostru, dar Placani i-a strivit, ca pe ni\u0219te mu\u0219te.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>Vara aceea, Placani a venit \u00een fiecare zi, s-a \u00eemb\u0103tat n\u0103prasnic, a c\u00e2\u0219tigat la to\u021bi mae\u0219trii no\u0219tri, niciunul nu a putut s\u0103-i ia m\u0103car o remiz\u0103, fie \u0219i cu albele. Cumva \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 circule unele speran\u021be c\u0103 tata l-ar putea \u00eenvinge, dar tata a continuat s\u0103 nu se mai arate.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00cen loc de concluzie, s-a ridicat greu, ca un urs ce era, cu p\u0103rul v\u00e2lvoi, duhnind a licoare fermecat\u0103, a votc\u0103 \u0219i a biscui\u021bi, \u0219i, la desp\u0103r\u021bire, n-a spus dec\u00e2t:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; M\u00e2ine, din nou?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Vara mae\u0219trilor dura doar o lun\u0103, luna iulie. \u00cen august aveau cu to\u021bii bilete la b\u0103i \u0219i \u021bes\u0103tura visului se destr\u0103ma l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een loc o realitate nu foarte atr\u0103g\u0103toare: un ora\u0219 muribund, o fabric\u0103 muribund\u0103, urletele obi\u0219nuite \u0219i neb\u0103gate \u00een seam\u0103 ale unei planete care dispare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Vara aceea, Placani a venit \u00een fiecare zi, s-a \u00eemb\u0103tat n\u0103prasnic, a c\u00e2\u0219tigat la to\u021bi mae\u0219trii no\u0219tri, niciunul nu a putut s\u0103-i ia m\u0103car o remiz\u0103, fie \u0219i cu albele. Cumva \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 circule unele speran\u021be c\u0103 tata l-ar putea \u00eenvinge, dar tata a continuat s\u0103 nu se mai arate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; M\u00e2ine, din nou?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maestrul Pene a fost cel care a r\u0103spuns:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; \u0218ti\u021bi, de m\u00e2ine mae\u0219trii nu mai vin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Placani a ridicat din umeri, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost indiferent, a salutat \u0219i a plecat spre mun\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se clatine, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 nedumeri\u021bi \u0219i \u00eenvin\u0219i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Am mai stat zece ani \u00een ora\u0219, fiecare var\u0103 \u00eencepea la 1 iulie, \u00eent\u00e2i se ar\u0103ta maestrul Truic\u0103, apoi se ar\u0103ta maestrul Lazarone, venea \u0219i maestrul Cucu, aproape pitic, venea chiar dac\u0103 fiul s\u0103u nici nu se mai obosea s\u0103 \u00eel cheme. Ultimul era maestrul Pene, tot mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n, o prad\u0103 mai u\u0219oar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Placani n-a mai cobor\u00e2t niciodat\u0103 din mun\u021bi. Nu i-am aflat povestea, meseria, adresa, speran\u021bele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A venit doar \u00een vara aceea, care r\u0103m\u00e2nea tot mai \u00een urm\u0103, mae\u0219trii au continuat s\u0103 se lupte \u00eentre ei \u0219i s\u0103-\u0219i aminteasc\u0103 de cel invincibil. Maestrul Pene era cel care aruncase primul ideea c\u0103 a fost ceva necurat la mijloc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>Noi, copiii, ne-am lep\u0103dat prima piele, am crescut adolescen\u021bi, apoi am fost tineri. Mae\u0219trii \u0219i-au continuat ritualul, vara era de-acum numai a lor, noii copii nu i-au mai privit, ca \u0219i cum n-ar fi fost demni s\u0103 mai fie privi\u021bi.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Un om despre care nu \u0219tie nimeni nimic, pe care nimeni din ora\u0219 nu \u00eel poate \u00eenvinge, de\u0219i ora\u0219ul nostru avea, iat\u0103, mae\u0219tri, un om care apare de nic\u0103ieri \u0219i dispare f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 lase nicio urm\u0103 \u00een afara unor amintiri dureroase \u2013 acesta nu poate fi un lucru curat. Ca s\u0103 nu se mai g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 la asta \u0219i s\u0103-\u0219i strice fericirea, maestrul Lazarone tran\u0219a altfel problema:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211; Ia, c\u0103-l bag \u00een pizda m\u0103-sii \u0219i pe Placani!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Noi, copiii, ne-am lep\u0103dat prima piele, am crescut adolescen\u021bi, apoi am fost tineri. Mae\u0219trii \u0219i-au continuat ritualul, vara era de-acum numai a lor, noii copii nu i-au mai privit, ca \u0219i cum n-ar fi fost demni s\u0103 mai fie privi\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Au continuat s\u0103 joace \u0219i s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 despre Placani, care nu mai era un om, devenise un mit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Primul a murit maestrul Truic\u0103. L-a l\u0103sat inima, c\u00e2nd lupta cu fiarele. Ceilal\u021bi au continuat s\u0103 joace, s\u0103-l pomeneasc\u0103 pe mort \u0219i s\u0103-\u0219i aminteasc\u0103 de Placani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Apoi a murit maestrul Lazarone, se povestea c\u0103 l-a ucis ficatul \u0219i c\u0103, murind, \u00eenc\u0103 r\u00e2dea. Maestrul Cucu s-a dus f\u0103r\u0103 veste. Cucu mic s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit \u0219i a ajuns la \u00eenchisoare, dup\u0103 o crim\u0103 pasional\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i pentru o vreme a mai putut fi v\u0103zut, singur, \u00een parc, l\u00e2ng\u0103 oala lui Gogoa\u0219\u0103, maestrul Pene cu tabla sa, cu ceasul s\u0103u cu stegule\u021be, a\u0219ez\u00e2nd piesele cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i a\u0219tept\u00e2nd, poate pe cineva care s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 din mor\u021bi, poate pe altcineva care s\u0103 coboare din mun\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">N-a ap\u0103rut nimeni \u0219i nici tata nu s-a mai ar\u0103tat \u0219i niciodat\u0103 n-am mai \u0219tiut nici c\u00e2nd a venit, nici c\u00e2nd a trecut vara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u0218i fabrica de armament a murit, \u0219i ora\u0219ul a murit \u0219i s-a re\u00eencarnat \u00eentr-un altul, \u00eengrozitor \u0219i nou, p\u0103durea a fost t\u0103iat\u0103, b\u0103rba\u021bii nu mai sunt melancolici \u0219i nu mai \u021bin calea tinerelor fete s\u0103 le sprijine de stejari \u0219i s\u0103 le iubeasc\u0103 \u00een treac\u0103t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sf\u00e2r\u0219itul lumii noastre a trecut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C\u00e2nd a pornit \u00eenspre mun\u021bi, Placani p\u0103\u0219ea \u00eencet, uria\u0219 cum era, ca \u0219i cum s-ar fi str\u0103duit s\u0103 nu cutremure tot p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. L-am privit p\u00e2n\u0103 s-a pierdut dincolo de orizont. Mi s-a p\u0103rut atunci, nu \u0219tiu de ce, c\u0103 uria\u0219ul ducea \u00een spate ceva, ceva ca un secret sau, poate, o prevestire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201eMai avea maestrul Lazarone capul \u021buguiat \u0219i un ochi mort. 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