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Tu v\u0161etky moje ru\u017ee na\u0165ahuj\u00fa krky. Ke\u010f leto stiahne na chv\u00ed\u013eu chvost, tak sa vy\u010dasene\u010dkovalo a u\u017e sa zamra\u010dilo a pofukuje. Z\u00e1hon sa vinie popri ceste, zelen\u00e9 starenky vych\u00e1dzaj\u00fa z dom\u010dekov a s\u00fa prevelice naradovan\u00e9. Hovoria si, \u017ee minul\u00fd rok sa figy uvarili na strome, mirabelky zlomili kon\u00e1r, raj\u010diny sa mr\u0148\u00faskali a mr\u0148\u00faskali, ru\u017ee odkvitli, slivky boli zelen\u00e9, jab\u013a\u010dka krpat\u00e9, ne\u0161pule kr\u00e1sne a ich mama vychodila chodn\u00edk ku to\u010dke s vodou…<\/p>\n
P\u00e1\u010di sa mi, ako burina a niektor\u00e9 kr\u00edky bujnej\u00fa, ako sa po m\u00fare a jedli\u010dke vinie bre\u010dtan. Pr\u00edroda si bez n\u00e1s porad\u00ed. My bez nej nie.<\/p>\n
Ke\u010f na n\u00e1mest\u00ed kvitn\u00fa lipy, r\u00e1no c\u00edti\u0165 ich v\u00f4\u0148u u n\u00e1s vo dvore. Podve\u010der vo\u0148aj\u00fa na\u0161e ru\u017ee. Tie maj\u00fa juni\u00e1les. Pod\u013ea m\u0148a vo\u0148aj\u00fa a\u017e na n\u00e1mestie!<\/p>\n
Hlava na hlave, tak \u010do by som si e\u0161te priala ma\u0165 v z\u00e1hrade? Moje ru\u017ee nosia prstene aj na noh\u00e1ch, d\u00e1\u017e\u010f si vystiera na pavu\u010diny kvapky a no\u010dn\u00e9 mot\u00fdle klop\u00fa na roz\u017eiaren\u00e9 okn\u00e1. Pr\u0161\u00ed do ma\u010dac\u00edch tanierikov t\u00falav\u00fdm ma\u010dk\u00e1m na ra\u0148ajky, k\u00fdm pav\u00fak predstiera, \u017ee sp\u00ed, to iba za\u010d\u00edna pr\u0161a\u0165 a ve\u013ek\u00e9 kvapky u\u017e capkaj\u00fa listy po l\u00edcach.<\/p>\n
Lietadlo nad z\u00e1hradou na oblohe sa str\u00e1ca, je po\u010du\u0165 iba vodu v odkvape, v\u0161etko sa chveje a ru\u017ee \u017emurkaj\u00fa ako\u00a0b\u00e1biky, \u010do vedia zatv\u00e1ra\u0165 a otv\u00e1ra\u0165 o\u010di. Tieto \u010derven\u00e9 tu stoja ako kapela, ru\u017eov\u00e9 s\u00fa v\u0161etky nar\u00fa\u017eovan\u00e9, zd\u00e1 sa, \u017ee sa tu len tak mykaj\u00fa zo strany na stranu. Kvitne psie v\u00edno, no psi ho nepij\u00fa, a kozie nohy tancuj\u00fa odzemok…<\/p>\n
V noci je z\u00e1hrada osvetlen\u00e1 mesiacom a niekto spieva a v poh\u00e1ri s uhorkami sa top\u00ed mu\u0161ka a t\u00e1 biela nerozkvitnut\u00e1 odtia\u013eto vyzer\u00e1 ako diev\u010datko. Z\u00e1hrada je vt\u00e1\u010dia klietka s otvoren\u00fdmi dverami, za ru\u017eami v tr\u00e1ve le\u017e\u00ed motyka, rebr\u00edk sa opiera o stenu.<\/p>\n
Na konci leta zhrdzavej\u00fa v\u0161etky ru\u017ee a materina d\u00fa\u0161ka kvitne do \u010daju. L\u00edstie napuchne a potom kvas\u00ed.<\/p>\n
Ru\u017eov\u00e1 z\u00e1hrada je ako iheln\u00ed\u010dek. Stoli\u010dky\u00a0po pani Marte, moty\u010dka aj hodinky tu stoja a stoja, ukazuj\u00fa pol jednej, tuto ni\u010d nerastie a vyzer\u00e1 to ako porucha v zelenej.<\/p>\n
Na tejto kovovej \u0161katu\u013eke pl\u00e1va lo\u010f, no vo vn\u00fatri to vonia ako \u010dokol\u00e1da. S\u00fa v nej kol\u00edky, \u010do dr\u017eia plachty, aby neuleteli.<\/p>\n
Toto s\u00fa v\u017edy in\u00ed vt\u00e1ci alebo t\u00ed ist\u00ed?<\/p>\n
Mali sme orech a pod n\u00edm pr\u00edstav \u0161krupinkov\u00fdch lod\u00ed pre my\u0161i.<\/p>\n
Veveri\u010dka sk\u00e1\u010de po stole, ke\u010f pr\u0161\u00ed do nov\u00edn a do poh\u00e1rov s v\u00ednom.<\/p>\n
– \u010co tu rob\u00ed\u0161?<\/p>\n
– Ja neviem\u2026<\/p>\n
\u0160tamperl\u00edky sk\u00e1\u010du na pat\u00e9ne.<\/p>\n
– \u010co bude \u010falej?<\/p>\n
– Nejak\u00e9 in\u00e9 za\u010diatky.<\/p>\n
– To, \u010do tu u\u017e bolo, ale pre in\u00fdch?<\/p>\n
– V\u0161etko, \u010do chcem, je tu bl\u00edzko ved\u013ea m\u0148a. Na dosah ruky.<\/p>\n
Stromy s\u00fa pln\u00e9 cukru, pad\u00e1 z nich ako ovocie. Rastliny drn\u010dia, vyzv\u00e1\u0148aj\u00fa, doch\u00e1dza k jemn\u00fdm nezhod\u00e1m medzi \u013ealiami a ru\u017eami, medzi vi\u0161\u0148ami a egre\u0161mi, p\u00f4vabn\u00e1 konverz\u00e1cia, ktorej kontruj\u00fa pav\u00faky s periskopmi, sk\u00fa\u0161a sa r\u00e1no aj v noci.<\/p>\n
Ru\u017ee: Cho\u010f pre\u010d, noc, toto je n\u00e1\u0161 svet!<\/p>\n
Jemn\u00e1 tr\u00e1va jemne kvitne na r\u00edmsach, biele pono\u017eky be\u017eia nocou a nohy robia \u0161n\u00faru.<\/p>\n
V\u0161etky s\u00fa kr\u00e1sne, ako keby pili ple\u0165ov\u00e9 mlieko.<\/p>\n
Psa by von nik nevyhnal, no na \u0161n\u00fare tancuje ko\u0161e\u013ea, kolienka tr\u00e1v sa odieraj\u00fa po k\u013ea\u010dia\u010dky o zem, d\u00e1\u017e\u010f znovu klope na dvere. Toto nie je z\u00e1hrada, nos\u00edm ju hopa\u0148u \u0165a\u017ek\u00fa na ruk\u00e1ch, preto\u017ee dnes aj v\u010dera, st\u00e1le m\u00e1 narodeniny!<\/p>\n
V noci po\u010du\u0165 my\u0161i hr\u00fdz\u0165, na mokr\u00fdch noh\u00e1ch mali ru\u017eov\u00e9 lupienky, sv\u00e4toj\u00e1nske mu\u0161ky za\u017e\u00ednaj\u00fa lampi\u010dky, v papu\u010dk\u00e1ch si chodia pod stromami.<\/p>\n
Strih\u00e1me vinohrad ako st\u00e1do oviec. H\u00fa\u0161tinat\u00e1 je zem, na fotke to, pravda, nevidno, tuto toto s\u00fa ikebany, zelenkav\u00fd svet, akoby som bola iba odtia\u013e.<\/p>\n
Ke\u010f sa minie leto, mole si bud\u00fa sk\u00fa\u0161a\u0165 moje \u0161aty.<\/p>\n
V\u0161elijak\u00ed sam\u010dekovia a v\u0161elijak\u00e9 sami\u010dky sa ukladaj\u00fa v l\u00edst\u00ed, mrvia tykadlami, \u0161uchoc\u00fa krovkami, \u010dl\u00e1nkami na noh\u00e1ch, trocha l\u00edstia v riedkej tr\u00e1ve je svet.<\/p>\n
Tie\u0148 stromu sa opiera o strom, ale iba v tr\u00e1ve, a koh\u00fat, pokazen\u00fd gramof\u00f3n r\u00e1no \u010do r\u00e1no kri\u010d\u00ed ako z nemocnice.<\/p>\n
Slzy s\u00fa v\u017edy slan\u00e9 od soli, no ve\u010der vonia cesnakom, a\u017e som otvorila oko a tlieskala na uvraven\u00e9 drozdy,\u00a0tie\u0148 vetvi\u010dky sa rozh\u00fdbal na stene. Mamina perina spadla do z\u00e1hrady, cukor sa rozpadol v \u010daji, bzu\u010dala mucha, ruky si m\u00e4dlila. M\u00e4dlila mucha, na strome ani jedna zavarenina, no drozdy ni\u010d, spievali \u010falej M\u00e4dlila\u2026<\/p>\n
V\u0161etky ste srdcov\u00e9 d\u00e1my, kde m\u00e1te kab\u00e1ty, \u010diapky, \u0161\u00e1le?<\/p>\n
Po\u0161kriaban\u00e9 ruky od ru\u017e\u00ed, po\u0161kriaban\u00e9 ru\u017ee od r\u00fak, a\u00a0tak, a\u00a0tak… Takto starn\u00fa modransk\u00e9 diev\u010dat\u00e1! Ka\u017ed\u00e1 babi\u010dka star\u00e1 je vesel\u0161ia z jara! Dnes, hohoho, ru\u017ee budeme strihati! Sto t\u0155\u0148ov m\u00e1 pichne, ru\u017eov\u00e1 tetova\u010dka… ale od slova teta.<\/p>\n
Ve\u010der si obloha \u010dupla do z\u00e1hrady, stratila hviezdu ako slovo huba, p\u00edskali kom\u00e1re. H\u013eadali ma pod perinou, no mamka has\u00ed v\u0161elijak\u00e9 po\u017eiare, u\u017e ich ani nerozozn\u00e1 od rodinn\u00e9ho krbu…<\/p>\n
Ru\u017ee chytili \u0161kvrnitos\u0165, u\u017e s\u00fa ako dalmat\u00ednci!<\/p>\n
Pre\u010d\u00edtala som \u0161tyri knihy, roz\u010d\u00edtala \u010fal\u0161ie dve, ostrihala \u0161tyri ru\u017ee, ale dev\u00e4\u0165desiat\u0161tyri ma \u010dak\u00e1, rozstrihla si prsty, takmer vypichla oko, upiekla bublaninu. Zo zelenej sa stali ba\u017einy… Pes nasral do jah\u00f4d, ru\u017ee bud\u00fa ma\u0165 m\u00fa\u010dnatku, hrach zreje, ale z\u00e1rove\u0148 hnije… m\u00e1m p\u00e1r dn\u00ed, aby som zastavila tento zmar… Potom m\u00f4\u017ee pr\u0161a\u0165 znovu, inak si to u\u017e\u00edvam, len o tom nevrav\u00edm, aby niekoho nenatiahlo od z\u00e1visti, \u017ee v\u0161etko m\u00e1m.<\/p>\n
Vletela sem osa, v\u010dera v\u010dela. A noc bola jasn\u00e1. Obloha hocikedy gagoce.<\/p>\n
Na jese\u0148, ke\u010f sused dopre\u0161oval, sp\u00edlili sme ten orech. Zasadili narcisy. A presadili hru\u0161ku, raz pokosili a bola zima. Mo\u017eno napadal sneh. No st\u00e1le kvitli d\u00e1ke ru\u017ee. Ku v\u0161ech sv\u00e4t\u00fdm ich sestra viazala do kyt\u00edc.<\/p>\n
Slivkov\u00e9 os\u00fachy s makom, neporiadok v kuchyni, Barborka na rebr\u00edku s divadeln\u00fdm \u010falekoh\u013eadom. Priviazala som ru\u017ee, no bez orecha, ktor\u00fd sme museli vy\u0165a\u0165, to st\u00e1le nie je ono. Ako keby n\u00e1s pres\u0165ahovali.<\/p>\n
To\u013eko m\u00e1me mirabeliek v z\u00e1hrade. Na jese\u0148 padaj\u00fa jablk\u00e1, tie zelen\u00e9 aj tie \u010derven\u00e9… A \u010dernice tie\u017e, sam\u00e1 \u010dernica to tam je. Nie\u010do ma zamrzelo a trochu zasvrbelo kdesi za srdcom. Umyjem si to ako riad.<\/p>\n
Str\u00e1cam zmysel pre \u010dierny humor.<\/p>\n
A v z\u00e1hrade sl\u00e1vik, mysl\u00ed si, ak s\u00fa hore, tak po\u010d\u00favaj\u00fa, spievam. To fialov\u00e9 je burina, ale pekne kvitne, to ru\u017eov\u00e9 je kvet, e\u0161te len ide kvitn\u00fa\u0165.<\/p>\n
Pes nah\u00e1\u0148a koc\u00fara, koc\u00far psa, ru\u017eov\u00e9 v\u00edno je ru\u017eov\u00e9, pod dekou je dobre, a potom pri\u0161la noc a z noci bol pondelok…<\/p>\n
\u017deriem cukrov\u00e9 ru\u017ee z tort, potom n\u00e1\u0161 dvor o\u010dami, susedia u\u017e zav\u00e1raj\u00fa uhorky a dvor vonia k\u00f4prom. Tie ru\u017eov\u00e9 hortenzie st\u00e1le zasp\u00e1vaj\u00fa a preberaj\u00fa sa.<\/p>\n
\u010co to bolo za prekr\u00e1sne vt\u00e1\u010da? \u010co po far\u00e1rovom dvore kr\u00e1\u010da… \u0160koda ho, \u017ee si svoje n\u00f4\u017eky, \u0161koda ho, \u017ee si svoje n\u00f4\u017eky vo vodi\u010dke zm\u00e1\u010da…<\/p>\n
Pinka m\u00e1 zelenkav\u00e9 vajko… Chcela by som, aby zo m\u0148a bola raz modransk\u00e1 v\u00e1za!<\/p>\n
Pekn\u00e9 leto a z\u00e1hrady a parky a balk\u00f3ny pln\u00e9 zelen\u00fdch a sladk\u00fdch radost\u00ed v\u00e1m \u017eel\u00e1 va\u0161a Veve<\/p>\n
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