{"id":3157,"date":"2020-05-16T12:37:48","date_gmt":"2020-05-16T09:37:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.povesti-nemuritoare.ro\/?p=3157"},"modified":"2023-06-11T11:13:39","modified_gmt":"2023-06-11T08:13:39","slug":"cerbul-fermecat-carte-ilustrata","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scriem.ro\/povesti\/cerbul-fermecat-carte-ilustrata\/","title":{"rendered":"Cerbul fermecat – Carte Ilustrat\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cerbul fermecat de Victor Eftimiu<\/h2>\n

Era odat\u0103 un \u00eemp\u0103rat care avea nenum\u0103rate mo\u0219ii, p\u0103duri, vii \u0219i ele\u0219tee. St\u0103p\u00e2nea multe sate \u0219i t\u00e2rguri. \u0218i \u00eel chema \u00eemp\u0103ratul Negur\u0103. Mii \u0219i mii de \u021b\u0103rani trudeau pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul lui. V\u0103tafi cu bice plumbuite b\u0103teau pe ace\u0219ti muncitori ai \u021barinei, lovindu-i f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 c\u0103nd nu mai puteau \u0219i c\u0103deau de osteneal\u0103 \u0219i de ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103, pe brazda \u0219i pe holda-ncins\u0103 de soarele amezii. Iar Negur\u0103-\u00cemp\u0103rat tr\u0103ia numai \u00een bel\u0219ug, \u00een ospe\u021be \u0219i desf\u0103t\u0103ri, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i pese de cei care se istoveau adun\u00e2ndu-i at\u00e2tea bog\u0103\u021bii.
\n\u00cei luaser\u0103 spaima nu numai oamenii de pe mo\u0219iile sale, dar \u0219i s\u0103lb\u0103ticiunile codrilor, p\u0103s\u0103rile cerului \u0219i pe\u0219tii din fundul apelor pe care \u00eei v\u00e2na cu plasa \u0219i cu undi\u021ba, iar cerbii \u0219i c\u0103prioarele cu s\u0103geata \u0219i cu furca. Avea \u0219oimi cu care pleca dup\u0103 pot\u00e2rnichi \u0219i iepuri \u0219i cai sprinteni cu care alerga prin v\u0103ile mun\u021bilor \u0219i prin desi\u0219urile p\u0103durilor, urm\u0103rind mistre\u021bii lupii, ur\u0219ii, vulpile \u0219i alte lighioane.
\nNu era r\u0103u s\u0103 mai nimiceasc\u0103 acele lighioane v\u0103t\u0103m\u0103toare, dar lui \u00eei pl\u0103cea mai mult s\u0103 fug\u0103reasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 ucid\u0103 nevinovatele c\u0103prioare \u0219i cerbii b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, cu coarne mari \u0219i frumoase care nu f\u0103ceau r\u0103u nimanui.
\nNegur\u0103-\u00cemp\u0103rat avea un singur b\u0103iat, pe care \u00eel iubea ca lumina ochilor \u0219i c\u0103ruia voia s\u0103-i lase bog\u0103\u021bia lui, precum \u0219i puterea de st\u0103p\u00e2nitor al acelor \u021binuturi.
\nB\u0103iatul mo\u0219tenise de la tat\u0103-s\u0103u patima v\u00e2n\u0103toriei. Alerga de diminea\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 seara, cu o mul\u021bime de fl\u0103c\u0103i arga\u021bi \u0219i h\u0103ita\u0219i, adic\u0103 oameni care goneau fiarele \u0219i le aduceau \u00een b\u0103taia arcului sau a suli\u021bii. Se afunda \u00een codrii neumbla\u021bi, pe unde picior de om nu c\u0103lcase vreodat\u0103. Nu-l \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntau \u00eentunecimile p\u0103durii, stejarii tr\u0103sni\u021bi \u0219i schimonosi\u021bi, pe\u0219terile, st\u00e2ncile \u00eenalte de pe marginea pr\u0103pastiei f\u0103r\u0103 fund. C\u0103ta mereu lucruri tot mai ascunse, primejdii tot mai mari, fiare tot mai s\u0103lbatice.
\n\u00centr-o bun\u0103 zi b\u0103iatul nu s-a mai \u00eentors acas\u0103. Degeaba iscodi, degeaba pedepsi Negur\u0103-\u00cemp\u0103rat pe \u00eenso\u021bitorii fl\u0103c\u0103ului, c\u0103 nici unul nu \u0219tia unde pierise \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bul v\u00e2n\u0103tor. A trecut o zi, au trecut dou\u0103, au trecut nou\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103iatul nu s-a mai \u00eentors. Mult l-a jelit b\u0103tr\u00e2nul, multe lacrimi a v\u0103rsat de dorul copilului pierdut!
\nCredea c\u0103 o s\u0103 moar\u0103 de inim\u0103 rea. \u00cei venea s\u0103-\u0219i pun\u0103 cap\u0103t zilelor, la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 feciorul s\u0103u drag, singurul mo\u0219tenitor, se rostogolise \u00een cine \u0219tie ce pr\u0103pastie sau fusese ucis de t\u00e2lhari, sau sf\u00e2\u0219iat de lighioanele v\u0103g\u0103unilor.
\n\u201cCine \u0219tie ce zimbru l-a spintecat – g\u00e2ndea el, cine \u0219tie ce urs l-a str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be de i-au trosnit oasele\u201d.
\nCa s\u0103 mai uite de amar Negur\u0103-\u00cemp\u0103rat c\u0103uta tot felul de cazne \u0219i desf\u0103t\u0103ri. Parc\u0103 tot v\u00e2n\u0103toarea era cea mai cr\u00e2ncen\u0103, c\u0103-i fura g\u00e2ndurile, \u00eei mai ast\u00e2mp\u0103ra dorul \u0219i jalea. Din zorii zilei, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een faptul nop\u021bii, b\u0103tea b\u0103tr\u00e2nul coclaurile, tr\u0103gea f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 \u00een orice vietate \u00eei ie\u0219ea \u00een cale, fie c\u0103prioar\u0103, fie viezure, fie gu\u0219ter, fie porumbel s\u0103lbatic, fie nevinovat\u0103 turturea.
\n\u00centr-o zi, se pomeni fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 cu un cerb t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i frumos, care-l privi cu ochii plini de lacrimi, parc\u0103 rug\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103-l cru\u021be. Dar \u00eemp\u0103ratul ne\u00eendurat \u00eentinse arcul \u0219i trase o s\u0103geat\u0103 care nimeri chiar \u00een grumazul s\u0103lb\u0103t\u0103ciunii. Cerbul o lu\u0103 la goan\u0103, \u00eemp\u0103ratul dup\u0103 el. Au alergat a\u0219a, am\u00e2ndoi, p\u00e2n\u0103 ajunser\u0103 la marginea p\u0103durii. Acolo era coliba unui p\u0103durar.
\nCerbul s\u0103ri gardul \u0219i se ascunse \u00een dosul colibei.
\nLa vederea jivinei cu ochi rug\u0103tori, p\u0103durarul se apropie cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be de cerb din g\u00e2tul c\u0103ruia picurau broboane mari de s\u00e2nge.
\n\u00cei scoase cu bini\u0219orul s\u0103geata din grumaz, \u00eei sp\u0103l\u0103 rana \u0219i i-o leg\u0103. Iar s\u0103lbaticiunea, cu un semn de mul\u021bumire, \u00eengenunche \u00een fa\u021ba mo\u0219neagului \u0219i-i linse m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103, m\u00e2na care-l \u00eengrijise \u0219i-l t\u0103m\u0103duise.
\n\u00cen aceea\u0219i clip\u0103 intr\u0103 \u00een ograda p\u0103durarului \u00eemp\u0103ratul cel r\u0103u, urmat de ceata de h\u0103ita\u0219i.
\n– Adu cerbu-ncoace! strig\u0103 el
\n– N-am nici un cerb de dat! r\u0103spunse mo\u0219ul.
\n– E cerbul meu, eu l-am s\u0103getat! strig\u0103 Negur\u0103-Vod\u0103.
\n– Se prea poate, dar eu l-am sc\u0103pat de la moarte \u0219i nu \u021bi-l dau.
\n– Neru\u0219inatule, mi\u0219elule, tic\u0103losule! url\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103ratul. Nu \u0219tii cu cine vorbe\u0219ti. Eu sunt \u00eemp\u0103ratul tuturor acestor \u021binuturi… ale mele sunt p\u0103m\u00e2nturile, v\u0103ile, p\u0103durile \u0219i mun\u021bii ace\u0219tea, cu toate jivinele \u0219i oamenii ce tr\u0103iesc pe ele. Eu sunt st\u0103p\u00e2nul t\u0103u, b\u0103tr\u00e2ne f\u0103r\u2019de minte! Supune-te, c\u0103 de nu…
\n– Vei fi mata st\u0103p\u00e2nul acestor \u021binuturi, dar \u00een ograda \u0219i-n coliba mea, eu sunt st\u0103p\u00e2nul! r\u0103spunse mo\u0219neagul cu seme\u021bie. \u0218i se puse \u00een fa\u021ba cerbului ocrotindu-l.
\nM\u00e2nios din cale afar\u0103, \u00eemp\u0103ratul porunci slugilor s\u0103 pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe b\u0103tr\u00e2n, s\u0103-l lege, s\u0103-l bat\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-i ia v\u00e2natul.
\nDar, \u00een clipa c\u00e2nd slugile boiere\u0219ti se apropiau de p\u00e2ndar, s\u0103 \u00eendeplineasc\u0103 porunca st\u0103p\u00e2nului, ce le fu dat ochilor s\u0103 vad\u0103? Cerbul se apropie de \u00eemp\u0103rat \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103:
\n– Opre\u0219te-te st\u0103p\u00e2ne; opre\u0219te-te tat\u0103!
\n\u0218i abia rosti cuv\u00e2ntul tat\u0103, c\u0103-i c\u0103zur\u0103 coarnele \u0219i pielea de pe el \u0219i se ivi b\u0103iatul crezut at\u00e2ta vreme mort.
\nNegur\u0103 se trase c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u00eenapoi, de mirare \u0219i de bucurie. B\u0103iatul mai vorbi:
\n– L\u0103sa\u021bi-l pe b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u00een pace, mul\u021bumi\u021bi-i c\u0103 m-o sc\u0103pat de la moarte! Dac\u0103 nu era el, t\u0103ticule, nu-\u021bi mai vedeai b\u0103iatul niciodat\u0103. \u0218i b\u0103iatul povesti tat\u0103lui s\u0103u ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase:
\nPrecum \u0219tii, m\u0103 afundasem \u00een codru, la v\u00e2n\u0103toare, \u0219i am tras cu arcul \u00eentr-o c\u0103prioar\u0103. Dar s\u0103geata mi-a luat-o v\u00e2ntul \u0219i a zburat \u00een sus de nu s-a mai v\u0103zut. O lumin\u0103 orbitoare se f\u0103cu \u00een \u00eentunericul dintre copaci \u0219i din mijlocul acelei lumini v\u0103zui chipul frumos al unei z\u00e2ne.
\n– Eu sunt Z\u00e2na P\u0103durii – vorbi acea ar\u0103tare, \u0219i am venit s\u0103 te pedepsesc pe tine \u0219i pe tat\u0103l t\u0103u, ca s\u0103 \u0219ti\u021bi \u0219i voi ce e durerea. S\u0103 afle \u0219i taic\u0103-tu suferin\u021ba de a-\u0219i pierde copilul. S\u0103 i se mai moaie inima \u0219i lui Negur\u0103-Vod\u0103, care nu face altceva dec\u00e2t s\u0103 prigoneasc\u0103 oamenii \u0219i dobitoacele! Apoi ridic\u00e2nd toiagul, Z\u00e2na P\u0103durii f\u0103cu c\u00e2teva semne \u00een jurul capului meu.
\n– Te prefac \u00een cerb – strig\u0103 ea – \u0219i cerb ai s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i p\u00e2n\u0103-n ziua c\u00e2nd vei cunoa\u0219te r\u0103utatea celor puternici \u0219i bun\u0103tatea celor slabi.
\nBlestemul z\u00e2nei s-a \u00eemplinit. Ast\u0103zi am cunoscut durerea s\u0103ge\u021bii tale, o puternice tat\u0103, \u0219i am cunoscut alinarea pe care mi-a adus-o bietul p\u0103durar b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i s\u0103rac…
\nMul\u021bume\u0219te-i c\u0103 a fost om de omenie \u0219i m-a \u00eengrijit, \u0219i f\u0103g\u0103duie\u0219te-mi c\u0103 nu vei mai ridica niciodat\u0103 arcul \u00eempotriva necuv\u00e2nt\u0103toarelor, lighioane ale p\u0103durii \u0219i ale cerului.
\nNegur\u0103-\u00cemp\u0103rat \u00eencepu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u0219i-i f\u0103g\u0103dui b\u0103iatului tot ce-i ceruse. Mai ceru iertare b\u0103tr\u00e2nului p\u00e2ndar, \u00eei dete o pung\u0103 cu bani, \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2nse copilul \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i plecar\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi, f\u0103c\u00e2nd jur\u0103m\u00e2nt s\u0103 fie mai buni \u0219i mai milo\u0219i cu s\u0103lb\u0103ticiunile p\u0103durii, cu zbur\u0103toarele v\u0103zduhului \u0219i cu pe\u0219tii din ad\u00e2ncul apelor.
\nS-au \u021binut de leg\u0103m\u00e2nt, n-au mai v\u00e2nat cerbi \u0219i c\u0103prioare, dar cu oamenii tot at\u00e2t de crud se purta Negur\u0103-Vod\u0103. \u00cei punea s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nici o r\u0103splat\u0103, \u00eei scotea mereu datori, le cerea alte noi dob\u00e2nzi \u0219i d\u0103ri, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, \u00eentr-o zi, nemaiput\u00e2nd r\u0103bda, oamenii s-au r\u0103sculat, l-au prins \u0219i l-au legat fedele\u0219, cer\u00e2nd judecat\u0103 pentru faptele sale neomene\u0219ti.
\nCl\u0103ca\u0219ii de p\u00e2n\u2019atunci, dezrobi\u021bi de ap\u0103sarea unui singur om, se unir\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepur\u0103 s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 folosindu-se ei acum de rodul muncii lor.
\nIar feciorul \u00cemp\u0103ratului Negur\u0103, nemaiav\u00e2nd ce face, \u0219i trebuind s\u0103 aib\u0103 \u0219i el un rost pe acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt se duse la marginea p\u0103durii, unde tr\u0103ia cu baba lui p\u00e2ndarul cel sc\u0103pase c\u00e2nd era cerb, \u0219i-l rug\u0103 s\u0103-l primeasc\u0103 \u00een coliba lui, ca odinioar\u0103, \u0219i s\u0103-l foloseasc\u0103 \u0219i pe el la gospod\u0103rie.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


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Cerbul fermecat de Victor Eftimiu Era odat\u0103 un \u00eemp\u0103rat care avea nenum\u0103rate mo\u0219ii, p\u0103duri, vii \u0219i ele\u0219tee. St\u0103p\u00e2nea multe sate \u0219i t\u00e2rguri. \u0218i \u00eel chema \u00eemp\u0103ratul Negur\u0103. Mii \u0219i mii … <\/p>\n

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