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A znovu je to tu! V kalend\u00e1ri stra\u0161ia \u010d\u00edsla, men\u00e1 a povinnosti, ale za oknom je to jasn\u00e9. \u010cere\u0161\u0148a n\u00e1m rozkvitla. Ru\u017eovkasto svieti ako lampa! Stoj\u00edm pod \u0148ou v tatkovom staru\u010dkom kab\u00e1te a pozer\u00e1m hore do koruny. Vyzer\u00e1 ako nevesta, ktor\u00fa zabudli na cintor\u00edne. Kvitne to. Puk\u00e1 to. Sladko to vonia, a\u017e sa \u010dloveku chce k\u00fdcha\u0165 alebo plaka\u0165, alebo si aspo\u0148 \u013eahn\u00fa\u0165 do vysokej tr\u00e1vy. V\u010dely bzu\u010dia monot\u00f3nne modlitby za med a v sklenenom poh\u00e1ri tancuj\u00fa bublinky, zatia\u013e \u010do vonku sa deje t\u00e1to ka\u017edoro\u010dn\u00e1 nehor\u00e1znos\u0165.<\/p>\n
Znovu je m\u00e1j. \u010cas bl\u00e1znov, b\u00e1snikov a za\u013e\u00faben\u00fdch ma\u010diek na r\u00edmsach. \u010clovek by chcel nie\u010do d\u00f4le\u017eit\u00e9 poveda\u0165, nie\u010do ve\u013ek\u00e9, no napokon iba\u00a0pokr\u010d\u00ed plecami a odlom\u00ed si vetvi\u010dku do v\u00e1zy. Je krehk\u00e1, studen\u00e1 a zajtra aj tak opad\u00e1 ako lupiny z ramien star\u00e9ho p\u00e1na, \u010do so mnou cestoval v autobuse.<\/p>\n
Mu\u017e sa ma p\u00fdta: \u201ePre\u010do to trh\u00e1\u0161? O dva dni ti to opad\u00e1.\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201eJe m\u00e1j,\u201c hovor\u00edm, \u201ekvitne len raz v\u00a0roku.\u201c<\/p>\n
\u010co sa d\u00e1 robi\u0165? Akoby \u010dakal, k\u00fdm t\u00e1to jarn\u00e1 z\u00e1hradn\u00e1 hor\u00fa\u010dka prehrm\u00ed.<\/p>\n
M\u00e1j je vtedy, ke\u010f vymen\u00edte tepl\u00fd kab\u00e1t za o nie\u010do \u013eah\u0161\u00ed a s\u013e\u00fabite si, \u017ee o rok si k\u00fapite nov\u00fd, v ktorom v\u00e1m bude zima \u00faplne rovnako.<\/p>\n
A potom s\u00fa tu diev\u010dat\u00e1. Vyroja sa na ulicu, akoby ich niekto vystrelil z praku, v kr\u00e1tkych sukniach a s hol\u00fdmi pupkami, \u010do svietia na slnku ako biele gomb\u00edky na starom matraci. Be\u017eia, smej\u00fa sa a studen\u00e9 bruch\u00e1 im d\u00fdchaj\u00fa priamo do toho jarn\u00e9ho vzduchu.<\/p>\n
\u201ePrechladne\u0161!\u201c kri\u010d\u00edme my, mamy, z okien a odo dver\u00ed, hlasmi zachr\u00edpnut\u00fdmi od prachu a starost\u00ed. \u201eZakry si ten pupok, zap\u00e1lia sa ti vaje\u010dn\u00edky a bude\u0161 plaka\u0165!\u201c<\/p>\n
Len na n\u00e1s f\u00faknu svoj\u00edm \u013eahu\u010dk\u00fdm mlad\u00fdm dychom, ktor\u00fd vonia ako mentolov\u00e1 \u017euva\u010dka a utekaj\u00fa do \u0161koly alebo za kamo\u0161kami.<\/p>\n
A my stoj\u00edme,\u00a0ruky vbok, na tri\u010dku f\u013eak od polievky a nad\u00e1vame. Je to tak\u00fd n\u00e1\u0161 babsk\u00fd ritu\u00e1l. Modlitba za ich zdrav\u00e9 kr\u00ed\u017ee, lebo svet sa kr\u00fati, \u010dere\u0161ne kvitn\u00fa, diev\u010dat\u00e1 mrzn\u00fa v mene kr\u00e1sy a my, mamy vrany kr\u00e1kame svoje proroctv\u00e1 do vetra a aj tak n\u00e1s nik nepo\u010d\u00fava.<\/p>\n
Ale \u010dere\u0161\u0148a kvitne. Kvety, v\u010dely, \u013eahu\u010dk\u00fd dych vetra. A do toho n\u00e1\u0161 pes. Ja\u0161o v\u00a0sivom ko\u017euchu, \u010do stratil rozum niekde medzi prv\u00fdm a druh\u00fdm z\u00e1honom, beh\u00e1 po z\u00e1hrade, nohy sa mu plet\u00fa vo vysokej vo\u0148avej tr\u00e1ve a o\u010di m\u00e1 vyple\u0161ten\u00e9 od radosti!<\/p>\n
Hore na strech\u00e1ch, tam, kde sa plech prehrieva pod n\u00e1dhern\u00fdm m\u00e1jov\u00fdm slnkom, sedia ma\u010dky. Vyziabnut\u00e9, s natrhnut\u00fdmi u\u0161ami. H\u013eadia dolu, chvosty im \u0161klb\u00fa ako bi\u010de a\u00a0\u0161k\u013eabia sa. Naozaj sa \u0161k\u013eabia. Ceria svoje ihli\u010dnat\u00e9 zuby a v o\u010diach sa im bl\u00fdska v\u00fdsmech.<\/p>\n
Pes \u0161tek\u00e1, a\u017e sa mu pr\u00e1\u0161i z hrdla, sk\u00e1\u010de do vzduchu, chcel by tie potvory schmatn\u00fa\u0165 za labu, ale ony len z\u00edvnu.<\/p>\n
M\u00e1rnos\u0165 nad m\u00e1rnos\u0165. Pes nah\u00e1\u0148a ma\u010dky, ma\u010dky nah\u00e1\u0148aj\u00fa tie\u0148 a\u00a0my, mamy, nah\u00e1\u0148ame diev\u010dat\u00e1 s hol\u00fdmi pupkami. Cel\u00fd svet je jedna nah\u00e1\u0148a\u010dka na dvore a odkia\u013esi c\u00edti\u0165 v\u00f4\u0148u sp\u00e1len\u00e9ho lansk\u00e9ho l\u00edstia.<\/p>\n
A ozaj, vt\u00e1\u010dky… Prileteli z juhu, z tepl\u00fdch kraj\u00edn, sadn\u00fa si na plot, naklonia hlavi\u010dky a pozeraj\u00fa na n\u00e1s. \u0160vitoria. P\u00edskaj\u00fa drz\u00e9 pesni\u010dky. H\u013eadaj\u00fa k\u00fasok nite alebo steblo slamy na svoje pr\u00edbytky, ktor\u00e9 vyzeraj\u00fa tak krehko, akoby im ho poriadny lejak mal spl\u00e1chnu\u0165 do blata. V\u0161ade porada. Jeden z nich si sadol na rozkvitnut\u00fa \u010dere\u0161\u0148u. Zak\u00fdval sa na hal\u00fazke, otriasol zo seba prach z cesty a pozrel na m\u0148a. \u201e\u010co \u010dum\u00ed\u0161?\u201c akoby hovoril t\u00fdm svoj\u00edm p\u00edpan\u00edm. \u201eTy tu ostane\u0161, k\u00fdm ja si polet\u00edm, kam sa mi zachce.\u201c<\/p>\n
A medzit\u00fdm m\u00e1j kr\u00e1\u010da na\u0161ou z\u00e1hradou a rozsieva bielu a ru\u017eov\u00fa, k\u00fdm my, nepou\u010dite\u013en\u00ed svedkovia jeho ka\u017edoro\u010dn\u00e9ho divadla, h\u013ead\u00edme do kor\u00fan \u010dere\u0161n\u00ed.<\/p>\n
Sadla som si na terasu. Vonku je tak\u00fd jas! Sl\u00e1vik si prilet\u00ed a rozpr\u00e1va sa s ve\u010derom. \u010clovek je mrzut\u00fd z pr\u00e1ce a zrazu – \u010dere\u0161\u0148a. Tak\u00e1 n\u00e1dhera!<\/p>\n
A pritom v\u017edy pr\u00edde, tak akoby pri\u0161iel uprostred apr\u00edla. D\u00e1ko r\u00fdchlo vkro\u010d\u00ed do dver\u00ed, jar sv\u00e4t\u00edme priam ritu\u00e1lne strieborn\u00fdmi flak\u00f3nmi nosn\u00fdch sprejov, akoby to boli drobn\u00e9 kadidelnice prin\u00e1\u0161aj\u00face milos\u0165 vo\u013en\u00e9ho dychu do chr\u00e1mu na\u0161ej jarnej mal\u00e1tnosti.<\/p>\n
A r\u00e1no obloha je takmer biela a krehk\u00e1 ako vypl\u00e1kan\u00e1 cibu\u013eov\u00e1 \u0161upka, pes sa vle\u010die ako d\u00e1ky filozof a \u010d\u00edta chodn\u00edky, pri ka\u017edom plote zastavuje s n\u00e1bo\u017enou \u00factou archiv\u00e1ra, aby svoj\u00edm vlhk\u00fdm \u0148uf\u00e1kom de\u0161ifroval nevidite\u013en\u00e9 zamilovan\u00e9 psie pozdravy, prchav\u00e9 depe\u0161e o l\u00e1skach, ktor\u00e9 ostali len v r\u00ed\u0161i pr\u00eds\u013eubov. Ka\u017ed\u00fd st\u013ap je pre\u0148ho ako novinov\u00fd st\u00e1nok, kde sa dozved\u00e1, kto dnes koho \u013e\u00fabi a kto komu ukradol k\u00fasok v\u010deraj\u0161ieho d\u0148a.<\/p>\n
Z detsk\u00e9ho ihriska sa dv\u00edha hust\u00fd, nepokojn\u00fd ruch, s\u00fdty ako vriaca polievka, pln\u00fd kovov\u00e9ho \u0161kr\u00edpania nenatret\u00fdch hojda\u010diek, ktor\u00e9 meraj\u00fa \u010das od nehy k modrine, zatia\u013e \u010do u n\u00e1s doma sa m\u00e1jov\u00fd vietor, \u010do m\u00e1 napon\u00e1hlo, oprie do z\u00e1clony s takou ne\u010dakanou silou, a\u017e sa vzd\u00fava ako d\u00e1ka lodn\u00e1 plachta na kor\u00e1be, \u010do nikam nepl\u00e1va, no predsa n\u00e1s un\u00e1\u0161a na more jarnej dom\u00e1cej melanch\u00f3lie, kde v\u00f4\u0148a orgov\u00e1nu bojuje s ar\u00f3mou mentolu z na\u0161ich vreckoviek.<\/p>\n
Sused utek\u00e1 dolu lipovou alejou na cintor\u00edn. V n\u00e1ru\u010d\u00ed zviera kyticu piv\u00f3ni\u00ed, hlavy kvetov sa mu homp\u00e1\u013eaj\u00fa v rytme krokov a ronia lupene ako slzy na bo\u017eie telo na siv\u00fd asfalt, akoby chceli vyzna\u010di\u0165 cestu sp\u00e4\u0165 pre t\u00fdch, \u010do u\u017e nikam nekr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fa.<\/p>\n
Pri hrdzavom cvrlikaj\u00facom cintor\u00ednskom vodovode, ktor\u00fd ka\u0161le a p\u013euje vodu s neochotou star\u00e9ho tuber\u00e1ka, m\u00e1 ka\u017edodenn\u00e9 stretnutie improvizovan\u00fd debatn\u00fd kr\u00fa\u017eok pozostal\u00fdch. Stoja s pr\u00e1zdnymi krhlami v ruk\u00e1ch v tieni ko\u0161at\u00fdch stromov, preberaj\u00fa tie najd\u00f4le\u017eitej\u0161ie spr\u00e1vy zo sveta \u017eiv\u00fdch i m\u0155tvych: komu tento rok vymrzli beg\u00f3nie, \u010d\u00ed vnuk sa vr\u00e1til z cudziny a koho si vzal za \u017eenu a \u017ee ten tohtoro\u010dn\u00fd m\u00e1j je d\u00e1ky v\u00fdnimo\u010dne zelen\u00fd a vo\u0148av\u00fd. Parlament vdovcov a str\u00e1\u017eky\u0148 spomienok, politika sa rie\u0161i cez cenu voskov\u00fdch svie\u010dok popri pr\u00fade vody, zatia\u013e \u010do vietor v korun\u00e1ch stromov listuje v ich spolo\u010dnej minulosti.<\/p>\n
Tak v\u00e1m teda prajem, aby ten v\u00e1\u0161 m\u00e1j bol dlh\u00fd a vo\u0148av\u00fd ako \u010derstvo vyprat\u00e1 plachta na slnku a aby tie \u010dere\u0161ne vo va\u0161ich z\u00e1hrad\u00e1ch opad\u00e1vali len vtedy, ke\u010f si pri nich stihnete poriadne vyd\u00fdchnu\u0165, nech je nekon\u010diacou omamnou liturgiou v\u00f4n\u00ed, v ktorej sa dych \u010derstvo pokosenej tr\u00e1vy sn\u00fabi s dravou sladkos\u0165ou rozkvitnut\u00fdch ag\u00e1tov, aby spolo\u010dne premohli \u0161tip\u013eav\u00fd mentol v\u0161etk\u00fdch jarn\u00fdch neduhov a naplnili va\u0161e p\u013e\u00faca vzduchom tak\u00fdm \u013eahk\u00fdm a \u010dist\u00fdm, akoby ho pr\u00e1ve vyprali v nebeskej aviv\u00e1\u017ei a vyvesili uschn\u00fa\u0165 na zlat\u00e9 \u0161n\u00fary slne\u010dn\u00fdch l\u00fa\u010dov. Prajem v\u00e1m, aby sa ka\u017ed\u00fd v\u00e1\u0161 n\u00e1dych premenil na mal\u00e9 dobrodru\u017estvo, pri ktorom v poryvoch vetra rozozn\u00e1te nielen pr\u00eds\u013eub bl\u00edzkeho da\u017e\u010fa a vzdialen\u00fd pozdrav roztopa\u0161n\u00fdch piv\u00f3ni\u00ed, ale aj tich\u00fa n\u00e1dej, ktor\u00e1 sa v m\u00e1ji rozlieva po uliciach ako d\u00e1ky nevidite\u013en\u00fd parfum a n\u00fati n\u00e1s veri\u0165, \u017ee svet je v poriadku, k\u00fdm z\u00e1clony tancuj\u00fa a sny maj\u00fa v\u00f4\u0148u detstva.<\/p>\n
Va\u0161a Veve<\/p>\n
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Veronika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A znovu je to tu! V kalend\u00e1ri stra\u0161ia \u010d\u00edsla, men\u00e1 a povinnosti, ale za oknom je to jasn\u00e9. \u010cere\u0161\u0148a n\u00e1m rozkvitla. Ru\u017eovkasto svieti ako lampa! Stoj\u00edm pod \u0148ou v tatkovom staru\u010dkom kab\u00e1te a pozer\u00e1m hore do koruny. Vyzer\u00e1 ako nevesta, ktor\u00fa zabudli na cintor\u00edne. Kvitne to. Puk\u00e1 to. Sladko to vonia, a\u017e sa \u010dloveku […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":13886,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,155],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14110","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fejton","category-maj-2026"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14110","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14110"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14110\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14111,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14110\/revisions\/14111"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13886"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}