{"id":164,"date":"2020-04-20T01:41:58","date_gmt":"2020-04-19T22:41:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.povesti-nemuritoare.ro\/?p=164"},"modified":"2020-05-02T18:42:05","modified_gmt":"2020-05-02T15:42:05","slug":"puiul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scriem.ro\/povesti\/puiul\/","title":{"rendered":"Puiul"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sandi, s\u0103 ascul\u021bi pe m\u0103mica!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00centr-o prim\u0103var\u0103, o prepeli\u021b\u0103 aproape moart\u0103 de oboseal\u0103 \u2014 c\u0103 venea de departe, tocmai din Africa \u2014 s-a l\u0103sat din zbor \u00eentr-un lan verde de gr\u00e2u, la marginea unui l\u0103star. Dup\u0103 ce s-a odihnit vreo c\u00e2teva zile, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 adune be\u021biga\u0219e, foi uscate, paie \u0219i fire de f\u00e2n \u0219i \u0219i-a f\u0103cut un cuib pe un mo\u0219oroi de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, mai sus, ca s\u0103 nu i-l \u00eenece ploile; pe urm\u0103, \u0219apte zile de-a r\u00e2ndul a ouat c\u00e2te un ou, \u00een tot \u0219apte ou\u0103 mici ca ni\u0219te cofeturi \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 le cloceasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ai vazut cum st\u0103 g\u0103ina pe ou\u0103? A\u0219a sta \u0219i ea, doar ca ea \u00een loc s\u0103 stea \u00een cote\u021b, sta afar\u0103 \u00een gr\u00e2u; \u0219i ploua, ploua de varsa \u0219i ea nu se mi\u0219ca, ca nu cumva s\u0103 patrunz\u0103 o pic\u0103tur\u0103 de ploaie la ou\u0103. Dup\u0103 trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni i-au ie\u0219it ni\u0219te pui dr\u0103gu\u021bi, nu goi ca puii de vrabie, \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi cu puf galben ca puii de g\u0103in\u0103, dar mici, parc\u0103 erau \u0219apte gogo\u0219i de m\u0103tase, \u0219i au \u00eenceput s\u0103 umble prin gr\u00e2u dup\u0103 m\u00e2ncare. Prepelita prindea c\u00e2te o furnic\u0103, ori c\u00e2te o l\u0103cust\u0103, le-o firimi\u021bea \u00een buc\u0103\u021bele mici, \u0103i ei, pic! pic! pic! cu ciocule\u021bele lor, o m\u00e2ncau numaidecat. \u0218i erau frumo\u0219i, cumin\u021bi \u0219i ascult\u0103tori; se plimbau primprejurul mamei lor \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00eei striga: \u201cPitpalac!\u201d repede veneau l\u00e2nga ea. Odat\u0103, prin iunie, cand au venit \u021b\u0103ranii s\u0103 secere gr\u00e2ul, \u0103l mai mare dintre pui n-a alergat repede la chemarea m\u0103-sii, \u0219i cum nu stia s\u0103 zboare, h\u00e2t! l-a prins un fl\u0103c\u0103u sub c\u0103ciul\u0103. Ce fric\u0103 a pa\u021bit c\u00e2nd s-a sim\u021bit str\u00e2ns \u00een palma fl\u0103c\u0103ului, numai el a \u0219tiut; \u00eei b\u0103tea inima ca ceasornicul meu din buzunar; dar a avut noroc de un \u021b\u0103ran b\u0103tr\u00e2n, care s-a rugat pentru el:
\n\u2014 Las\u0103-l jos, m\u0103 Marine, c\u0103 e p\u0103cat de el, moare. Nu-l vezi ca de-abia e c\u00e2t luleaua?!
\nC\u00e2nd s-a v\u0103zut sc\u0103pat, fuga speriat la prepelit\u0103 s\u0103-i spuie ce-a pa\u021bit.
\nEa l-a luat, l-a mang\u00e2iat \u0219i i-a spus:
\n\u2014 Vezi ce va s\u0103 zic\u0103 s\u0103 nu m\u0103 ascul\u021bi? C\u00e2nd te-i face mare, o s\u0103 faci cum ai vrea tu, dar acum, ca e\u0219ti mic, s\u0103 nu ie\u0219i niciodat\u0103 din vorba mea, ca po\u021bi s\u0103 p\u0103\u021be\u0219ti \u0219i mai r\u0103u.<\/p>\n

\u0218i asa tr\u0103iau acolo lini\u0219ti\u021bi \u0219i ferici\u021bi. Din seceratul gr\u00e2ului \u0219i din ridicarea snopilor se scuturaser\u0103 pe miri\u0219te o groaz\u0103 de boabe cu care se hr\u0103neau \u0219i, m\u0103car ca nu era vreo ap\u0103 prin apropiere, nu sufereau de sete, c\u0103 beau diminea\u021ba pic\u0103turi de rou\u0103 de pe firele de iarb\u0103. Ziua, c\u00e2nd era caldur\u0103 mare, stau la umbr\u0103 \u00een l\u0103star; dupa-amiaza, cand se potolea vipia, ie\u0219eau cu to\u021bii pe miri\u0219te; iar \u00een nop\u021bile r\u0103coroase se adunau gr\u0103mad\u0103, ca sub un cort, sub aripile ocrotitoare ale prepeli\u021bei. \u00cencet-\u00eencet puful de pe ei s-a schimbat \u00een fulgi \u0219i \u00een pene, \u0219i cu ajutorul mamei lor au inceput s\u0103 zboare.<\/p>\n

Lec\u021biile de zbor se f\u0103ceau diminea\u021ba spre r\u0103s\u0103ritul soarelui, c\u00e2nd se \u00eeng\u00e2na ziua cu noaptea, \u0219i seara \u00een amurg, c\u0103ci ziua era primejdios din pricina here\u021bilor, care d\u0103deau t\u00e2rcoale pe deasupra miri\u0219tii. Mama lor \u00eei a\u0219eza la r\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00eei \u00eentreba: \u201cGata?\u201d \u201cDa\u201d, r\u0103spundeau ei. \u201cUna, dou\u0103, trei!\u201d \u0218i c\u00e2nd zicea \u201ctrei\u201d, frrr! zburau cu to\u021bii de la marginea l\u0103starului tocmai colo l\u00e2nga\u0103 cantonul de pe \u0219osea \u0219i tot a\u0219a \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t. \u0218i mama lor le spunea c\u0103-i \u00eenvat\u0103 s\u0103 zboare pentru o c\u0103l\u0103torie lung\u0103, pe care trebuiau s-o fac\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd, c\u00e2nd o trece vara.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u0218i o s\u0103 zbur\u0103m pe sus de tot, zile \u0219i nop\u021bi, \u0219i o s\u0103 vedem dedesubtul nostru ora\u0219e mari \u0219i r\u00e2uri, \u0219i marea.\u201d \u00centr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 pe la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul lui august, pe c\u00e2nd puii se jucau frumos \u00een miri\u0219te \u00eemprejurul prepeli\u021bei, aud o c\u0103ru\u021ba venind \u0219i oprindu-se \u00een drumeagul de pe marginea l\u0103starului. Au ridicat to\u021bi \u00een sus capetele cu ochisorii ca ni\u0219te m\u0103rgele negre \u0219i ascultau. \u201cNero! \u00eenapoi!\u201d s-a auzit un glas strig\u00e2nd. Puii n-au priceput; dar mama lor, care \u00een\u021belesese c\u0103 e un v\u00e2n\u0103tor, a r\u0103mas \u00eencremenit\u0103. Sc\u0103parea lor era l\u0103starul, dar tocmai dintr-acolo venea v\u00e2n\u0103torul.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 o clip\u0103 de socoteal\u0103, le-a poruncit s\u0103 se pituleasc\u0103 jos, lipi\u021bi cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, \u0219i cu nici un pre\u021b s\u0103 nu se mi\u0219te.
\n\u2014 Eu o s\u0103 zbor; voi s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne\u021bi nemi\u0219ca\u021bi; care zboar\u0103, e pierdut. A\u021bi \u00eenteles? Puii au clipit din ochi c-au \u00een\u021beles \u0219i au r\u0103mas a\u0219tept\u00e2nd \u00een t\u0103cere.
\nSe auzea f\u00e2s\u00e2itul unui c\u00e2ine care alerga prin miri\u0219te \u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd glasul omului:
\n\u2014 Unde fugi? \u00eenapoi, Nero!
\nF\u00e2s\u00e2itul se apropie \u2014 uite c\u00e2inele: a r\u0103mas \u00eempietrit cu o lab\u0103 \u00een sus, cu ochii \u021bint\u0103 \u00eenspre ei.
\n\u2014 Nu v\u0103 mi\u0219ca\u021bi, le \u0219opte\u0219te prepeli\u021ba \u0219i se strecoar\u0103 bini\u0219or mai departe.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2inele pa\u0219e\u0219te \u00eencet dup\u0103 ea. Se apropie gr\u0103bit \u0219i v\u00e2n\u0103torul. Uite-l: piciorul lui e acum a\u0219a de aproape de ei, \u00eencat v\u0103d cum i se urc\u0103 o furnic\u0103 pe carambul cizmei. Vai! cum le bate inima. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe prepeli\u021ba zboar\u0103 ras cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, la doi pa\u0219i de la botul c\u00e2inelui, care o urm\u0103re\u0219te; v\u00e2n\u0103torul se dep\u0103rteaz\u0103 strig\u00e2nd: \u201c\u00cenapoi! \u00cenapoi!\u201d Nu poate trage, de fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu-\u0219i \u00eempu\u0219te c\u00e2inele; dar prepeli\u021ba se preface asa de bine c\u0103 e r\u0103nit\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t c\u00e2inele vrea cu orice pre\u021b s-o prind\u0103; iar cand socote\u0219te ea c\u0103 e \u00een afara de bataia pustii, zboar\u0103 repede spre l\u0103star.<\/p>\n

\u00cen vremea asta puiul \u0103l mai mare, \u00een loc s\u0103 stea nemi\u0219cat ca fra\u021bii lui, dup\u0103 cum le poruncise m\u0103-sa, zboar\u0103; vanatorul \u00eei aude p\u00e2r\u00e2itul zborului, se \u00eentoarce \u0219i trage. Era cam departe. O singur\u0103 alic\u0103 l-a ajuns la arip\u0103. N-a picat, a putut zbura p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een l\u0103star; dar acolo, de miscarea aripii, osul \u2014 la \u00eenceput numai plesnit \u2014 s-a cr\u0103pat de tot, \u0219i puiul a c\u0103zut cu o arip\u0103 moart\u0103. V\u00e2n\u0103torul, cunosc\u00e2nd desimea l\u0103starului \u0219i v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 tr\u0103sese \u00eentr-un pui, nu s-a luat dupa d\u00e2nsul, socotind c\u0103 nu face trud\u0103 de a-l c\u0103uta prin l\u0103star. \u0102ilal\u021bi pui nu s-au mi\u0219cat din locul unde-i l\u0103sase prepeli\u021ba. Ascultau
\n\u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd se auzeau pocnete de pu\u0219c\u0103 \u0219i glasul v\u00e2n\u0103torului strig\u00e2nd \u201cApporte!\u201d Mai t\u00e2rziu caru\u021ba s-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat \u00eenspre v\u00e2n\u0103tor pe drumeagul l\u0103starului; \u00eencet-\u00eencet pocnetele \u021bi strig\u0103tele s-au pierdut, s-au stins, \u0219i \u00een t\u0103cerea serii care se l\u0103sa nu se mai auzea dec\u00e2t c\u00e2ntecul greierilor; iar c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eennoptat \u0219i r\u0103s\u0103rea luna dinspre Cornatel, au auzit deslu\u0219it glasul mamei lor chem\u00e2ndu-i din capul miri\u0219tii: \u201cPitpalac! pitpalac!\u201d
\nRepede au zburat \u00eenspre ea \u0219i au gasit-o. Ea i-a num\u0103rat: lipsea unul.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Unde e nenea?
\n\u2014 Nu \u0219tim, a zburat.
\nAtunci prepeli\u021ba disperat\u0103 a \u00eenceput s\u0103-l strige tare, mai tare,
\nascult\u00e2nd din toate p\u0103r\u021bile. Din l\u0103star i-a r\u0103spuns un glas stins: \u201cPiu! piu!\u201d…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd l-a g\u0103sit, c\u00e2nd i-a v\u0103zut aripa rupt\u0103, a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 era pierdut; dar \u0219i-a ascuns durerea, ca s\u0103 nu-l dezn\u0103d\u0103jduiasc\u0103 pe el… D-atunci au \u00eenceput zile triste pentru bietul pui; se uita cu ochii pl\u00e2n\u0219i cum fra\u021bii lui se \u00eenv\u0103\u021bau la zbor diminea\u021ba \u0219i seara; iar noaptea, c\u00e2nd \u0103ilal\u021bi adormeau sub aripa mamei, el o \u00eentreba cu spaim\u0103:
\n\u2014 Mama, nu e a\u0219a c\u0103 o s\u0103 m\u0103 fac bine? Nu e a\u0219a c-o s\u0103 merg \u0219i eu s\u0103-mi ar\u0103\u021bi ceta\u021bi mari \u0219i r\u00e2uri, \u0219i marea?
\n\u2014 Da, mam\u0103, r\u0103spundea prepeli\u021ba, silindu-se s\u0103 nu pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i a trecut vara. Au venit \u021b\u0103ranii cu plugurile de au arat miri\u0219tea; prepeli\u021ba s-a mutat cu puii \u00eentr-un lan de porumb de al\u0103turi; dar peste c\u00e2t\u0103va vreme au venit oamenii de au cules porumbul, au t\u0103iat cocenii \u0219i au \u00eentors locul; atunci s-a mutat \u00een ni\u0219te p\u00e2rloage din marginea l\u0103starului. \u00cen locul zilelor mari \u0219i frumoase au venit zile mici \u0219i posomor\u00e2te, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 cad\u0103 bruma \u0219i s\u0103 se r\u0103reasc\u0103 frunza l\u0103starului. Pe \u00eenserate se vedeau r\u00e2ndunici \u00eent\u00e2rziate zbur\u00e2nd \u00een rasul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, ori p\u00e2lcuri de alte p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare, iar \u00een t\u0103cerea nop\u021bilor friguroase se auzeau strig\u0103tele cocorilor, merg\u00e2nd toate \u00een aceeasi parte, c\u0103tre miaz\u0103zi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen inima bietei prepeli\u021be era o lupt\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ietoare. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 se rup\u0103 \u00een dou\u0103: jum\u0103tate s\u0103 plece cu copiii s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i, care sufereau de frigul toamnei \u00eenaintate, iar jum\u0103tate s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ie cu puiul schilod, care se ag\u0103\u021ba de ea cu disperare. Suflarea dusm\u0103noas\u0103 a criv\u0103\u021bului, pornit\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 veste \u00eentr-o zi, a hot\u0103r\u00e2t-o. Dec\u00e2t s\u0103-i moar\u0103 to\u021bi puii, mai bine numai unul \u2014 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se uite \u00eenapoi, ca s\u0103 nu-i sl\u0103beasc\u0103 hot\u0103r\u00e2rea, a zburat cu puii zdraveni, pe c\u00e2nd \u0103l r\u0103nit striga cu dezn\u0103dejde:
\n\u2014 Nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u021bi! Nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u021bi!<\/p>\n

A \u00eencercat s\u0103 se t\u00e2rasc\u0103 dup\u0103 ei, dar n-a putut, \u0219i a r\u0103mas \u00een loc, urm\u0103rindu-i cu ochii p\u00e2n\u0103 au pierit \u00een zarea dinspre miaz\u0103-zi. Peste trei zile, toat\u0103 preajma era \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een haina alb\u0103 \u021bi rece a iernii. Dupa o ninsoare cu viscol, urm\u0103 un senin ca sticla, aduc\u00e2nd cu d\u00e2nsul un ger aprig. La marginea l\u0103starului, un pui de prepeli\u021b\u0103, cu aripa rupt\u0103, sta zgribulit de frig.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 durerile grozave de p\u00e2n\u0103 adineaori, urmeaz\u0103 acum o piroteal\u0103 pl\u0103cut\u0103. Prin mintea lui fulgera crampeie de vedenii… miri\u0219te… un caramb de cizm\u0103 pe care se urca o furnic\u0103… aripa cald\u0103 a mamei. Se clatina \u00eentr-o parte \u0219i \u00eentr-alta, \u0219i pic\u0103 mort, cu degetele ghearei \u00eempreunate ca pentru \u00eenchin\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sandi, s\u0103 ascul\u021bi pe m\u0103mica! \u00centr-o prim\u0103var\u0103, o prepeli\u021b\u0103 aproape moart\u0103 de oboseal\u0103 \u2014 c\u0103 venea de departe, tocmai din Africa \u2014 s-a l\u0103sat din zbor \u00eentr-un lan verde de … <\/p>\n

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