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Je jar a v\u0161etky \u017eeny u\u017e chc\u00fa nosi\u0165 \u0161aty a svetr\u00edky.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ke\u010f strih\u00e1m ru\u017ee, pich\u00e1 cel\u00e1 z\u00e1hrada. Pes v\u00fdska a o chv\u00ed\u013eu mu z labky \u0165ah\u00e1m ru\u017e\u00ed t\u0155\u0148. Cel\u00e1 som dopichan\u00e1, tu a tam mi te\u010die krv. A e\u0161te z\u010faleka nekon\u010d\u00edm, naopak, na jar treba v\u0161etko striha\u0165. Nah\u00e1\u0148am syna, dc\u00e9ru, strihajte, odn\u00e1\u0161ajte, hrabte a zbierajte, nech tu m\u00e1me pekne. V z\u00e1hrade je pekne v\u017edy. Svieti slnko a zab\u0155da. V bre\u010dtane si robia hniezdo drozdy. O chv\u00ed\u013eu rozkvitn\u00fa broskyne. Podve\u010der niektor\u00e9 hal\u00fazky prinesiem dnu a d\u00e1m do v\u00e1zy. Na druh\u00fd, tret\u00ed de\u0148 rozkvitn\u00fa. Aj v z\u00e1hrade n\u00e1m u\u017e v\u0161eli\u010do kvitne. Narcisy, scyly, modrice, pe\u010de\u0148ovn\u00edk aj zlat\u00fd d\u00e1\u017e\u010f a dulovec\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n Mu\u017e chod\u00ed po z\u00e1hrade a fotografuje svetlo. Jarn\u00e9 svetlo m\u00e1 v\u0161elijak\u00e9 zelenkav\u00e9 radostn\u00e9 odtiene.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Vlo\u017e\u00edm kyticu do kri\u0161t\u00e1\u013eovej v\u00e1zy, h\u013ead\u00e1m jej miesto na stole a v\u0161elijako ju pos\u00favam. P\u00e1\u010di sa mi, ke\u010f sa na v\u00fdbruse lom\u00ed svetlo aj \u017ee je vidno vodu a stonky v nej. V\u017edy, ke\u010f idem okolo, pozdrav\u00edme sa s kyticou. Hocikedy sed\u00edm vo ved\u013eaj\u0161ej izbe, dot\u00fdkam sa jej o\u010dami.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Je tu pekne, aj ke\u010f je vojna. Celkom ne\u010faleko. Ke\u010f ideme na dovolenku a r\u00e1tame kilometre, mu\u017e hocikedy povie, to urob\u00edme za jeden de\u0148, ve\u010der sme tam. Popoludn\u00ed alebo neskoro ve\u010der by sme tam boli.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Pozer\u00e1m spr\u00e1vy a vid\u00edm torz\u00e1 domov. Z niektor\u00fdch vej\u00fa z\u00e1clony. V rozstrie\u013eanej \u0161k\u00f4lke u\u017e okn\u00e1 nezostali, no vidno detsk\u00e9 postie\u013eky. Na \u017elt\u00fdch podu\u0161k\u00e1ch sk\u00e1\u010du zajace, v \u010drepin\u00e1ch skla a k\u00faskoch omietky sa v\u00e1\u013eaj\u00fa hra\u010dky. Inde spadla cel\u00e1 stena obytn\u00e9ho \u010din\u017eiaku, ale miestnosti zostali. Dom vyzer\u00e1 ako dom\u010dek pre b\u00e1biky. Vid\u00edm kuchy\u0148u, spor\u00e1k aj kredenc, inde klav\u00edr, lustre, div\u00e1n aj s podu\u0161kami, st\u00f4l s\u00a0t\u00fdm, \u010do je na \u0148om, chladni\u010dku, ve\u010f e\u0161te nevychladli viano\u010dn\u00e9 ka\u0161e, stoli\u010dky… Vid\u00edm mariupolsk\u00fa ulicu, do ktorej spadlo viano\u010dn\u00e9 osvetlenie, jasne spozn\u00e1vam hviezdu a sviece, okolo chodia bezradn\u00e9 psy, e\u0161te doned\u00e1vna sa niektor\u00e9 z nich vyva\u013eovali na pohovk\u00e1ch. V sutin\u00e1ch stoj\u00ed mlad\u00e1 \u017eena s plav\u00fdmi vlasmi v kr\u00e1snom ko\u017euchu, pla\u010de. Vyzer\u00e1 ako straten\u00e1 princezn\u00e1. A popri cest\u00e1ch s obrnen\u00fdmi transport\u00e9rmi kr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fa mal\u00e9 deti\u010dky. Niektor\u00e9 maj\u00fa na chrbtoch ruksaky, in\u00e9 si nes\u00fa pod pazuchami hra\u010dky. Ich mamy vle\u010d\u00fa cestovn\u00e9 ta\u0161ky alebo igelitky, v ruk\u00e1ch zvieraj\u00fa mobily.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Tie roz\u0161k\u013eaben\u00e9 derav\u00e9 domy boli ich domovmi. Tam trkotali so susedmi, chodili s de\u0165mi na ihrisk\u00e1 a do parku, ku zverolek\u00e1rovi s ma\u010dkou, manik\u00e9rke, kozmeti\u010dke, do obchodu, \u010dakali na mu\u017eov, k\u00fdm sa vr\u00e1tia z pr\u00e1ce a potom mo\u017eno \u0161li niekde na n\u00e1v\u0161tevu. Na schodi\u0161ti bolo po\u010du\u0165, ako ktosi hr\u00e1 na klav\u00edri, inde usp\u00e1vali die\u0165a, milovali sa, pozerali film, pred zrkadlom si mo\u017eno d\u00e1ka pani sk\u00fa\u0161ala \u0161aty, \u010do si popoludn\u00ed k\u00fapila a jej mu\u017e mo\u017eno prejavil pre tie nov\u00e9 \u0161aty a pani v nich m\u00e1lo obdivu, a tak sa na\u0165ahovali a \u0161aty \u0161li potom spa\u0165 k in\u00fdm \u0161at\u00e1m na ramienko do skrine, aby tam \u010dakali na svoju pr\u00edle\u017eitos\u0165, treb\u00e1rs ke\u010f sa otepl\u00ed a pr\u00edde jar, v\u0161etko sa rozvonia a v z\u00e1hrad\u00e1ch za\u010dn\u00fa picha\u0165 ru\u017ee, no za\u010dn\u00fa kvitn\u00fa\u0165 \u017een\u00e1m aj na \u0161at\u00e1ch, v\u0161etky \u017eeny na jar vyzeraj\u00fa trochu ako \u00faryvky z l\u00fak, no v m\u00f3de tento rok s\u00fa vraj aj kocky… A mo\u017eno tam tie \u0161aty visia dodnes, ved\u013ea in\u00fdch \u010dias ako \u00faryvky z lep\u0161\u00edch \u010dasov, ktovie, \u010di sa t\u00ed dvaja e\u0161te stretn\u00fa a \u010di si to v\u0161etko e\u0161te povedia, kde bude t\u00e1to \u017eena spa\u0165 a ako m\u00e1 toto v\u0161etko vysvetli\u0165 a zd\u00f4vodni\u0165 de\u0165om, ktor\u00e9 ni\u010domu nerozumej\u00fa. Kr\u00e1\u010da s ostatn\u00fdmi, tis\u00edci kr\u00e1t dv\u00edha zo zeme \u0161pinav\u00e9ho ply\u0161ov\u00e9ho zajaca, podobne, ako ke\u010f chodili na prech\u00e1dzky, t\u00e1to prech\u00e1dzka je v\u0161ak omnoho dlh\u0161ia, kr\u00e1\u010dam u\u017e dlho, je mi zima, v\u0161ade stoj\u00edme v rade, vypisujem nezmyseln\u00e9 papiere, znovu papiere, ktosi mi berie mal\u00e9ho, nech si vyd\u00fdchnem, dostanem tepl\u00fd \u010daj, znovu papiere, niektor\u00ed \u013eudia s\u00fa nerv\u00f3zni, kurnik, nepla\u010d, lebo budem aj ja, zavol\u00e1 alebo nezavol\u00e1, pre\u010do nevol\u00e1, \u010do rob\u00ed mama, pre\u010do nechcela \u00eds\u0165 s nami, kde budeme spa\u0165, \u010do budeme jes\u0165, bolia ma nohy, mala som si zobra\u0165 tie star\u00e9 top\u00e1nky, no tieto s\u00fa teplej\u0161ie, stratila som po ceste rukavi\u010dku, m\u00e1m v\u0161etko?<\/span><\/p>\n Opusten\u00e9 domovy sa ceria do ul\u00edc, v\u0161etky v\u00e1zy s\u00fa rozbit\u00e9, je zima a v\u0161ade sa dym\u00ed a nikde nesvieti, len niekde zo zeme vyviera voda a hu\u010d\u00ed sir\u00e9na. Kde sa tu vzala detsk\u00e1 \u010derven\u00e1 papu\u010dka? Lopta? Alebo d\u00e1mska rukavi\u010dka? V \u0161kole sa zhov\u00e1raj\u00fa vojaci a na n\u00e1stenke s\u00fa st\u00e1le pr\u00edklady a v\u00fdkresy. T\u00e9ma: Vianoce! Najkraj\u0161ie sviatky, lebo sa vtedy narod\u00ed Je\u017ei\u0161ko. Ktosi ho vyhnal z jasli\u010diek, skr\u00fdva sa v bunkri v Charkove alebo v Kyjeve, bol odvelen\u00fd na front, no nem\u00e1 sign\u00e1l a nem\u00f4\u017ee zavola\u0165 \u017eene, ktor\u00e1 stoj\u00ed v rade na hraniciach, vyzeraj\u00fa v\u0161etky ako Madony, s de\u0165mi na ruk\u00e1ch, stoj\u00edm tu s nimi, jedna z nich nesie na ruk\u00e1ch ma\u010diatko, hoci sa pozer\u00e1m na kyticu, \u010do som priniesla z na\u0161ej vo\u0148avej z\u00e1hrady, stoj\u00edm tu s Madonami s\u00a0igelitkami, s mobilmi, ktor\u00e9 v tme ob\u010das zablikaj\u00fa ako maj\u00e1ky a potom mo\u017eno zazvonia, \u017eije\u0161, sed\u00edm s nimi v bunkri, na nemocni\u010dn\u00fdch chodb\u00e1ch, v\u0161ade tie mobily, veziem sa s nimi vo vlaku, ktor\u00fd na noc zhasol svetl\u00e1 a zatemnil v\u0161etky okn\u00e1, aby ho nepriate\u013e nevidel, sp\u00edm s nimi v tri\u00e1\u017enych stanoch…<\/span><\/p>\n U n\u00e1s u\u017e jar je. V\u0161etko lezie zo zeme. Tieto jarn\u00e9 dni priniesli mnoho melanch\u00f3lie. V zime nenapadal sneh. Ja som v\u0161ak o \u0148om pred Vianocami nap\u00edsala a nasne\u017eila si sama. Rozl\u00fa\u010dila som sa so snehom, hoci sme sa tento rok nestretli. V\u017edy bude jedna z najmil\u0161\u00edch vec\u00ed, ktor\u00e9 pozn\u00e1m. V duchu \u010dak\u00e1m jar a m\u00e1m strach z leta. Chcela som nap\u00edsa\u0165 o tom snehu, o tom ako ho m\u00e1m rada, o bielej a o svete. T\u00fdm som sa s n\u00edm rozl\u00fa\u010dila. Ale nie naveky. Bud\u00faca zima m\u00f4\u017ee by\u0165 in\u00e1, nie?<\/span><\/p>\n Pozer\u00e1m telev\u00edziu a takmer cez v\u0161etky hrani\u010dn\u00e9 priechody kr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fa Madony. Kr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fa naprie\u010d Eur\u00f3pou, na\u0161imi mestami, klop\u00fa na na\u0161e dvere a obloky, otvorte dvere aj srdcia, pustite n\u00e1s, pom\u00f4\u017eete tak sebe aj n\u00e1m… <\/span><\/p>\n Radostn\u00e9 jarn\u00e9 dni a mier v\u00e1m \u017eel\u00e1 va\u0161a Veve<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Veronika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Je jar a v\u0161etky \u017eeny u\u017e chc\u00fa nosi\u0165 \u0161aty a svetr\u00edky.\u00a0 Ke\u010f strih\u00e1m ru\u017ee, pich\u00e1 cel\u00e1 z\u00e1hrada. Pes v\u00fdska a o chv\u00ed\u013eu mu z labky \u0165ah\u00e1m ru\u017e\u00ed t\u0155\u0148. Cel\u00e1 som dopichan\u00e1, tu a tam mi te\u010die krv. A e\u0161te z\u010faleka nekon\u010d\u00edm, naopak, na jar treba v\u0161etko striha\u0165. 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