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November, du\u0161i\u010dky, hmla a r\u00e1no tma. Zrazu len je, spadnete do novembra, ke\u010f o tretej popoludn\u00ed za\u017enete v ob\u00fdva\u010dke svetlo.<\/span><\/p>\n Ke\u010f p\u00ed\u0161em pre Miau, v\u017edy si mus\u00edm tro\u0161ku zalistova\u0165 v pam\u00e4ti, \u010do v\u0161etko som u\u017e o novembroch nap\u00edsala.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Jasn\u00e9, november odjak\u017eiva v Modre vo\u0148al sp\u00e1len\u00fdm l\u00edst\u00edm, dymom z kom\u00ednov, studen\u00e9 k\u013eu\u010dky na br\u00e1nach a rann\u00e1 hmla, ktor\u00e1 v\u00e1m vlezie pod ko\u017eu, aj keby ste sa zabalili do troch kockovan\u00fdch diek. November sa dostane k slovu len na chv\u00ed\u013eu, preto\u017ee za dverami je december, a ten nikoho nepust\u00ed k slovu a v\u00f4bec, aj november m\u00e1lokto po\u010duje, lebo za dverami sa bl\u00e1znia Vianoce.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n M\u00e1j akoby bol len preto, aby v\u0161etko rozkvitlo, v j\u00fali m\u00e1me v top\u00e1nkach piesok, september vonia ako hroznov\u00fd mu\u0161t a december \u0161koricou a nesplnen\u00fdmi predsavzatiami. Ale november? November je ako pr\u00edbuzn\u00fd, ktor\u00e9ho nikto ne\u010dak\u00e1, pr\u00edde, nevyzuje sa, rozval\u00ed sa v kresle, ani kab\u00e1t si nevyzle\u010die, mo\u017eno mu na zem spadne okrov\u00fd \u0161\u00e1l!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Hmla sa val\u00ed z vinohradov dolu do mesta ako mlieko. \u010clovek vyjde von a hne\u010f dostane facku od sychrav\u00e9ho vzduchu. Vtedy prich\u00e1dza na rad prv\u00fd ritu\u00e1l tohto mesiaca: ritu\u00e1l vy\u0165ahovania svetrov.<\/span><\/p>\n Vleziem do skrine a po jednom vy\u0165ahujem moh\u00e9rov\u00e9 svetre. M\u00e1m slabos\u0165 na moh\u00e9r, v\u0161etky tie chlpaciny a nitky. Jeden je kraj\u0161\u00ed ako druh\u00fd. Tento rok pribudol nov\u00fd, m\u00e1 zvl\u00e1\u0161tnu hrdzavo \u017elt\u00fa farbu, zamilovala som sa do\u0148, hne\u010f ako som ho zbadala. Pripom\u00edna kus tepl\u00e9ho jesenn\u00e9ho slnka, ale hryzie. Bo\u017ee m\u00f4j, ako ten sveter hryzie! Akoby ho plietli z vlny z oviec, ktor\u00e9 chovali na sklenen\u00fdch \u010drepoch. \u010clovek si ho oble\u010die, no okam\u017eite o\u013eutuje, \u017ee si pod neho nedal tri\u010dko s dlh\u00fdm ruk\u00e1vom, a cel\u00fd de\u0148 sa o\u0161\u00edva ako sv\u00e4t\u00fd za dedinou. Tri\u010dko a sveter, uvar\u00edm sa! Ale nevyzle\u010diete si ho. Lebo v novembri je pich\u013eav\u00fd sveter d\u00f4kazom, \u017ee e\u0161te \u017eijete, \u017ee m\u00e1te nervov\u00e9 zakon\u010denia, ktor\u00e9 siv\u00e1 okolo v\u00e1s nestihla um\u0155tvi\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n Hne\u010f ved\u013ea neho vis\u00ed slivkov\u00e1 vesta. Pln\u00e1 plastick\u00fdch osmi\u010diek, \u010do sa po nej tiahnu ako prepleten\u00e9 korene d\u00e1kych stromov. Tie vrko\u010de s\u00fa tak\u00e9 hust\u00e9 a pich\u013eav\u00e9, \u017ee by dok\u00e1zali zastavi\u0165 aj sever\u00e1k.<\/span><\/p>\n A potom je tu ten hned\u00fd, s mal\u00fdmi farebn\u00fdmi nopkami. Drobn\u00e9 uzl\u00edky a gu\u013e\u00f4\u010dky s\u00fa rozosiate po celej ploche, akoby na\u0148 niekto rozprskol hrs\u0165 r\u00edbezl\u00ed. Zaka\u017ed\u00fdm p\u00fa\u0161\u0165a ch\u013apky, ale to v\u0161etky, vlasy z moh\u00e9ru m\u00e1m v\u0161ade – v o\u010diach, na per\u00e1ch, lietaj\u00fa okolo m\u0148a ako nevidite\u013en\u00e1 pavu\u010dina babieho leta a lepia sa na v\u0161etko \u010dierne tak poctivo, \u017ee zhruba pol d\u0148a vyzer\u00e1m, akoby som chovala tri perzsk\u00e9 ma\u010dky. Ka\u017ed\u00fd m\u00e1 svoje ch\u013apky, uzl\u00edky a vrko\u010de, no mo\u017eno pr\u00e1ve preto ich m\u00e1m tak rada a\u00a0hne\u010f, ako m\u00f4\u017eem, k\u00fapim si \u010fal\u0161\u00ed. Moh\u00e9rov\u00fd.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n V\u017edy na konci okt\u00f3bra n\u00e1m niekto z telky \u010di z nov\u00edn sl\u00e1vnostne ozn\u00e1mi, \u017ee si m\u00f4\u017eeme pospa\u0165 o hodinu dlh\u0161ie. Ak\u00e1 bohorovn\u00e1 lo\u017e! Nikto nesp\u00ed dlh\u0161ie. Iba sa zobud\u00edte do tmy, ktor\u00e1 m\u00e1 zrazu in\u00e9 s\u00faradnice. Pr\u00eddete domov z pr\u00e1ce, na hodin\u00e1ch sotva tri pre\u010d, ale v byte je ve\u010der, \u017ee m\u00e1te chu\u0165 obliec\u0165 si py\u017eamo a zaliez\u0165 do per\u00edn. Hodiny na mikrovlnke blikaj\u00fa star\u00fdm \u010dasom, lebo nik v dome nem\u00e1 tie spr\u00e1vne bungee-nervy, aby \u0161tudoval n\u00e1vod, ako ich prestavi\u0165. A tak \u017eijete v dvoch svetoch – v re\u00e1lnom, kde je tma a zima a v\u00a0mikrovlnkovom, kde je e\u0161te st\u00e1le babie leto.<\/span><\/p>\n Najviac sa mi na novembri p\u00e1\u010di, \u017ee drz\u00e1cky dok\u00e1\u017ee premosti\u0165 cintor\u00ednsky pokoj s n\u00e1kupn\u00fdm \u0161ialenstvom. E\u0161te v\u00e1m prsty vo\u0148aj\u00fa od paraf\u00ednu a vosku z Du\u0161i\u010diek, v o\u010diach m\u00e1te poh\u013ead na tis\u00edce svetielok na hroboch, kde ste spom\u00ednali na t\u00fdch, \u010do u\u017e s nami pri stole nesedia, a bum! – vojdete do obchodu a tam na v\u00e1s vysko\u010d\u00ed plastov\u00fd Santa Claus, z reproduktorov sa val\u00ed Last Christmas a reg\u00e1ly s\u00fa pln\u00e9 viano\u010dn\u00fdch ozd\u00f4b. Tento strih ma zaka\u017ed\u00fdm paralyzuje. Chcela by som sedie\u0165 v tichu, pi\u0165 tepl\u00fd \u010daj, pozera\u0165 sa, ako z orecha pad\u00e1 posledn\u00e9 \u010dierne l\u00edstie, obera\u0165 \u017emolky z nov\u00e9ho moh\u00e9rov\u00e9ho svetra, ale svet okolo m\u0148a vel\u00ed: Nakupuj! Zh\u00e1\u0148aj! Panik\u00e1r! Je pr\u00edli\u0161 neskoro na bicykel, pr\u00edli\u0161 skoro na snehuliaka, pr\u00edli\u0161 tmavo na prech\u00e1dzky a \u00faprimne, aj na viano\u010dn\u00fd pun\u010d je e\u0161te st\u00e1le pr\u00edli\u0161 skoro, hoci n\u00e1m ho na n\u00e1mestiach u\u017e tla\u010dia do r\u00fak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Orechov\u00e9 l\u00edstie toti\u017e neopad\u00e1va, ale akoby sa hromadne vzdalo hne\u010f po prvom no\u010dnom mraze, s \u0165a\u017ek\u00fdm, mokr\u00fdm plesknut\u00edm o tr\u00e1vu. Listy s\u00fa najprv ko\u017eovit\u00e9 a \u017eltohned\u00e9, no v priebehu nieko\u013ek\u00fdch dn\u00ed na zemi s\u010dernej\u00fa, akoby ich niekto oblial koloma\u017eou. Vtedy, stla\u010den\u00e9 do studen\u00fdch vrstiev, za\u010dn\u00fa vyd\u00e1va\u0165 svoju najsilnej\u0161iu v\u00f4\u0148u, trpk\u00fa, j\u00f3dov\u00fa, pln\u00fa horkosti, z ktorej sa \u010dloveku zato\u010d\u00ed hlava, ke\u010f po nich prejde top\u00e1nkou. Je to v\u00f4\u0148a, ktor\u00e1 m\u00e1 v sebe zvl\u00e1\u0161tnu definit\u00edvnos\u0165: hovor\u00ed, \u017ee v\u0161etko \u017eiv\u00e9 z koruny u\u017e spadlo na zem a premenilo sa na vlhk\u00fa v\u00f4\u0148u, ktor\u00e1 sa udr\u017e\u00ed pri zemi po cel\u00fd zvy\u0161ok novembra.<\/span><\/p>\n V okn\u00e1ch sa us\u00e1dza hust\u00e9 a leniv\u00e9 svetlo, ktor\u00e9 akoby prech\u00e1dzalo cez vrstvy d\u00e1keho nevym\u00e1chan\u00e9ho pl\u00e1tna. November netvor\u00ed farby, sk\u00f4r ich odkr\u00fdva, no v\u0161etky s\u00fa d\u00e1ke unaven\u00e9,\u00a0 je to hrdza na r\u00fd\u013eoch zabudnut\u00fdch v z\u00e1honoch, studen\u00e1 belos\u0165 vt\u00e1\u010dieho trusu na tmav\u00fdch mokr\u00fdch \u0161kridl\u00e1ch a siv\u00e1, ktor\u00e1 nem\u00e1 meno, lebo vznik\u00e1 spl\u00fdvan\u00edm dymu z kom\u00ednov s oblohou, \u010do klesla nad strechy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ke\u010f padne hmla, svetl\u00e1 v okn\u00e1ch domov nestratia ostros\u0165 naraz; najprv sa obalia \u017eltkast\u00fdm slizom, potom sa rozostria do machov\u00fdch \u0161kv\u0155n, akoby tie izby niekto zvn\u00fatra vytieral mokrou handrou. D\u00edvate sa na ne cez sklo a vid\u00edte len machule, pomal\u00e9 z\u00e1blesky nie\u010dieho pohybu a pobytu, ktor\u00fd premenil ob\u00fdva\u010dky na akv\u00e1ri\u00e1 pln\u00e9 studenej vody. Je to poh\u013ead, ktor\u00fd nen\u00fati \u00eds\u0165 von, len fixuje prach na parapete a n\u00fati \u010dloveka sledova\u0165, ako sa vlastn\u00fd dych na skle men\u00ed na mapu krajiny, v ktorej sa u\u017e ned\u00e1 strati\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n Chodn\u00edk v novembri r\u00fdchlo tmavne a men\u00ed sa na leskl\u00fa asfaltov\u00fa ko\u017eu, ktor\u00e1 vp\u00edja v\u0161etko, \u010do na \u0148u dopad\u00e1. D\u00e1\u017e\u010f nem\u00e1 farbu vody, je len siv\u00e1, a do tohto monochromu zrazu vst\u00fapia d\u00e1\u017edniky. P\u00e1\u010dia sa mi ich divok\u00e9, niekedy nepatri\u010dn\u00e9 farby, krik\u013eav\u00e1 \u017elt\u00e1, lacn\u00e1 fuksiov\u00e1 \u010di umel\u00e1 par\u00ed\u017eska modr\u00e1… V\u0161etky v tej vlhkosti str\u00e1caj\u00fa vulg\u00e1rnos\u0165. Voda na napnutom pl\u00e1tne vytvor\u00ed \u0165a\u017ek\u00fd matn\u00fd film, ktor\u00fd krik\u013eav\u00e9 odtiene ut\u00ed\u0161i, spomal\u00ed a vtiahne do celkov\u00e9ho t\u00f3nu ulice, zrazu akoby ich v\u0161etky niekto pretrel riedkym tu\u0161om.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Najkraj\u0161ie s\u00fa tie s dreven\u00fdmi oh\u00fdban\u00fdmi r\u00fa\u010dkami z ga\u0161tanu alebo jase\u0148a, ak\u00e9 som videla v Par\u00ed\u017ei,\u00a0 no aj tak si mysl\u00edm, \u017ee najviac \u0161ik na d\u00e1\u017edniku nie je jeho vzor ani drah\u00e1 mechanika, ale chv\u00ed\u013ea, ke\u010f ho napoly vysu\u0161en\u00fd, s\u010dernet\u00fd vodou, nech\u00e1te pootvoren\u00fd st\u00e1\u0165 v predsieni na dla\u017ediciach. Vtedy z neho pomaly odtek\u00e1 november, tvor\u00ed ml\u00e1ku pod ve\u0161iakom a cel\u00e1 t\u00e1 kon\u0161trukcia z dr\u00f4tov a mokrej l\u00e1tky pripom\u00edna ve\u013ek\u00e9ho unaven\u00e9ho vt\u00e1ka, ktor\u00fd zlo\u017eil kr\u00eddla a \u010dak\u00e1.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Mimochodom, d\u00e1\u017ednik s cykl\u00e1menom \u010di reprodukciou Goghov\u00fdch Slne\u010dn\u00edc bu\u010f zabudnete v autobuse, alebo sa v\u00e1m pri prvom sever\u00e1ku vykr\u00fati naruby tak, \u017ee vyzer\u00e1te ako lovec bleskov. Nakoniec aj tak idete s hlavou zaborenou do goliera, vlasy sa v\u00e1m lepia na \u010delo a \u010dapica v\u00e1s pich\u00e1 na \u010dele.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A potom, potom je Martina. Sv\u00e4t\u00e9ho Martina z detsk\u00fdch kni\u017eiek, \u010do mal pr\u00eds\u0165 na bielom koni, no u\u017e roky nechod\u00ed, akoby ten jeho k\u00f4\u0148 nadobro stratil podkovy v blatistom bez\u010das\u00ed. V novembri v\u0161ak nestr\u00e1cam vieru. Stoj\u00edm pri okne, vonku sa mie\u0161a siv\u00e1 s e\u0161te tmav\u0161ou sivou a \u010dak\u00e1m na sneh. Predstavujem si, ako t\u00e1 biela napadne, potichu, v noci, k\u00fdm v\u0161etci spia, ako prikryje orechov\u00e9 l\u00edstie kon\u010da z\u00e1hrady a svetu vr\u00e1ti \u010dist\u00e9, ostr\u00e9 kont\u00fary.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n November v\u00e1m skr\u00e1tka povie na rovinu: \u201eTu m\u00e1\u0161 tmu, tu m\u00e1\u0161 zimu, zaba\u013e sa do svetra, \u010do pich\u00e1 ako \u0161\u013eak, uvar si \u010daj a rozpr\u00e1vaj sa s \u013eu\u010fmi. Ni\u010d in\u00e9 ti nezost\u00e1va.\u201c A to predsa v\u00f4bec nie je m\u00e1lo. Naopak.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Nech na v\u00e1s nepr\u0161\u00ed a nepichaj\u00fa v\u00e1s svetre, pekn\u00fd november <\/span><\/p>\n va\u0161a Veve<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Vernika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" November, du\u0161i\u010dky, hmla a r\u00e1no tma. Zrazu len je, spadnete do novembra, ke\u010f o tretej popoludn\u00ed za\u017enete v ob\u00fdva\u010dke svetlo. Ke\u010f p\u00ed\u0161em pre Miau, v\u017edy si mus\u00edm tro\u0161ku zalistova\u0165 v pam\u00e4ti, \u010do v\u0161etko som u\u017e o novembroch nap\u00edsala.\u00a0\u00a0 Jasn\u00e9, november odjak\u017eiva v Modre vo\u0148al sp\u00e1len\u00fdm l\u00edst\u00edm, dymom z kom\u00ednov, studen\u00e9 k\u013eu\u010dky na br\u00e1nach a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":13886,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,161],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fejton","category-november-2026"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500","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=14500"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14501,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14500\/revisions\/14501"}],"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=14500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}