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Naj\u0161\u0165astnej\u0161ia som b\u00fdvala v\u017edy v novembri. S mamou sme t\u00farovali po kvetin\u00e1rstvach a trhoch, ovoniavali chryzant\u00e9my a hovorili si, ktor\u00e9 s\u00fa najkraj\u0161ie. Mama mala rada tie \u0161picat\u00e9 zelenkav\u00e9, ale aj mal\u00e9 zelen\u00e9, ja m\u00e1m rada ve\u013ek\u00e9 \u017elt\u00e9 bambule, ale aj tie bordov\u00e9 so zlat\u00fdm odtie\u0148om. Dnes som vyst\u00fapila na n\u00e1mest\u00ed v Modre a novembrov\u00e1 ostr\u00e1 v\u00f4\u0148a chryzant\u00e9m mi takmer podrazila nohy, zastala som pred kvetin\u00e1rstvom, aj by som bola nie\u010do povedala, treb\u00e1rs, \u201ePamat\u00e1\u0161\u201c? Vyh\u0155kli\u00a0mi slzy a be\u017eala som domov. Na ka\u017edom centimetri \u0165a stret\u00e1vam, v\u0161ade sa mi prihov\u00e1ra\u0161, pri \u010dasopisoch, v potravin\u00e1ch, pri varen\u00ed… Bordov\u00e9, fialov\u00e9 a slabu\u010dko ru\u017eov\u00e9, ale aj ry\u0161kav\u00e9. Odnesieme z nich Jankovi a Andynovi, Marekovej mame a tatu\u0161kovi urob\u00edme ven\u010dek z ru\u017e\u00ed. Moja mil\u00e1, tebe by som ven\u010dek nerobila, viem, ako si si na v\u0161etkom, \u010do si robila, d\u00e1vala z\u00e1le\u017ea\u0165.
\nNestret\u00e1vam sa s nik\u00fdm, nem\u00e1m s k\u00fdm z\u00e1js\u0165 na trh a poveda\u0165 pani Horv\u00e1thovej, \u017ee nie si, nem\u00e1m kam \u00eds\u0165, mamine\u010dka, ale hlavne – nem\u00e1m s k\u00fdm… Stoj\u00edm pred v\u00fdkladmi a nik ma nezotrie, \u017ee cho\u010f s t\u00fdm do prdele, nik ma nechv\u00e1li, nik mi nezavol\u00e1 a nik sa mi nepote\u0161\u00ed ako ty, ke\u010f som volala. V\u0161etci maj\u00fa program a odvahu \u017ei\u0165 svoj \u017eivot \u010falej, a tak to m\u00e1 by\u0165, a ja sed\u00e1vam zvinut\u00e1 v tvojom kresle a\u00a0rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eam, ako prekon\u00e1m t\u00fato hr\u00f4zu. Id\u00fa Vianoce, Molina je pochovan\u00e1 vzadu pod orechom, nepr\u00edde Janko, nebudem s Tebou, budeme sami \u0161tyria. Ja viem, \u017ee m\u00e1m Vianoce urobi\u0165 kv\u00f4li deck\u00e1m, zabudn\u00fa\u0165 na seba, ako si to vedela Ty, napiec\u0165 a navari\u0165 nie\u010do dobr\u00e9, len si to neviem predstavi\u0165. Teraz som bezdomovec ja, mohol by ma niekto pozva\u0165 k stolu, lebo mi tu u n\u00e1s puk\u00e1 srdce u\u017e len pri predstave strom\u010deka, ozd\u00f4b, ktor\u00e9 sme spolu kupovali… Mil\u00e1 moja, kr\u00e1sna, ani na chv\u00ed\u013eu som nepochybovala, \u017ee sa k n\u00e1m vr\u00e1ti\u0161 a budeme spolu. Str\u00e1\u017eim ohe\u0148, len nie som tak\u00e1 poriadna.<\/p>\n
Tej<\/strong> starej ve\u013ekej \u0161vihnutej je smutno za mamou a\u00a0tatom.<\/p>\n Som<\/strong> chor\u00e1, zaliezam do pelechu a vyleziem v pondelok. Na\u0161la som v tr\u00e1ve za humnami vysypan\u00e9 jablk\u00e1 a hru\u0161ky, jedno som si vzala a\u00a0zjedla.<\/p>\n Sp\u00edm<\/strong> v star\u00fdch \u010diernych \u0161at\u00e1ch, ktor\u00e9 mi je \u013e\u00fato vyhodi\u0165, vyzer\u00e1m ako star\u00e1 Adamsov\u00e1, vl\u00e1\u010dim sa so psom ku zverolek\u00e1rovi a neviem, \u010di nie s\u00fa toto na\u0161e spolo\u010dn\u00e9 psie dni…<\/p>\n Ochorela<\/strong> som, za\u013eahla, zaspala, zm\u00e4ten\u00e1 som sa zobudila a ke\u010f som zistila, \u017ee svet tra\u010duje veselo ulicami, zaz\u00e1videla som a spolovice vyzdravela. Svet ma serie, viem, ale ob\u010das m\u00e1 \u010dlovek chu\u0165 chyti\u0165 veci za gule \u010di pa\u010desy a tak po svojom ich on\u00e9… dokatova\u0165?<\/p>\n Du\u0161i\u010dkov\u00fd<\/strong> \u010das… Nitra a star\u00fd cintor\u00edn a Bernol\u00e1kovo. Keby mi niekto uvaril polievku alebo aspo\u0148 bergamotov\u00fd \u010daj.<\/p>\n Som<\/strong> chor\u00e1, v noci hor\u00fa\u010dka a dva sny – zomiera mu\u017e, je v\u00e1\u017ene chor\u00fd, cestuje, nechce sa necha\u0165 odhovori\u0165, \u010dak\u00e1 ho \u0165a\u017ek\u00e1 oper\u00e1cia, druh\u00fd – vyhodili ma z roboty.<\/p>\n L\u00edstie<\/strong> treba hraba\u0165, kvety zostriha\u0165.<\/p>\n Dudu\u0161kaj\u00fa<\/strong> du\u0161i\u010dky husi, ma\u010dka \u0161majchlova\u010dka ide po m\u00fare, mravce h\u013eadaj\u00fa dom, v bre\u010dtane sa besn\u00ed vrabec a Dun\u010do ho chce chyti\u0165.<\/p>\n Co<\/strong> bylo, je pry\u010d a stesky jsou k ni\u010demu. N\u00e1dhern\u00e1 pr\u00e1ca s Pavlovniou u\u017e od skor\u00e9ho r\u00e1na, vysok\u00fd vys\u00favac\u00ed rebr\u00edk, p\u00edly, lano, var\u00edme fazu\u013eu, \u010daj.\u00a0Hej, Jano\u00a0a Jo\u017eko \u010c\u00ed\u017e, mudrujem, beh\u00e1m, naradovan\u00e1 ako Dun\u010do. N\u00e1\u0161 dzedko bol drevoruba\u010d. V kmeni sr\u0161nie hniezdo, vt\u00e1\u010die hniezdo, v pilin\u00e1ch obrovsk\u00e9 h\u00fasenice, nosoro\u017e\u00edk alebo smrtihlav.<\/p>\n Pre\u010do<\/strong> kuk\u00e1 kuku\u010dka?<\/p>\n Du\u0161i\u010dky<\/strong>, najmil\u0161ie moje milovan\u00e9, tis\u00edc svetielok za\u017enem, za na\u0161ich, za va\u0161ich, za mojich, za mamu v nebi, za tata v nebi, za Ilju\u0161ku v nebi, aby ich tam, chud\u00e1tenk\u00e1 dobr\u00e9, nebili… Dobr\u00fa hru\u0161ku najviac tras\u00fa. Dobr\u00fa hru\u0161ku m\u00e1lo tras\u00fa…<\/p>\n Sedemdesiat<\/strong> smutien mala.<\/p>\n Odkedy<\/strong> mama zomrela, neboli sme na trhu v Pezinku. Soboty b\u00fdvali na\u0161e. Trh, za babi\u010dkou na cintor\u00edn do Modry, za tatu\u0161kom na Dubov\u00fa, previez\u0165 sa cez okru\u017en\u00fa, nie\u010do dobr\u00e9 si uvari\u0165… Jedn\u00e9ho<\/strong> r\u00e1na sa zobudila a zistila, \u017ee u\u017e ni\u010d nechce.<\/p>\n Kurn\u00edk<\/strong>, neviem sa zbavi\u0165 choroby… Nezdochnem?<\/p>\n Ra\u0148ajky<\/strong> v dome P\u00e1novom, dva cintor\u00edny, Bernol\u00e1kovo, nov\u00e1 \u010diapka od tety Dany, n\u00e1v\u0161teva u svokrovcov, makov\u00e9 a orechov\u00e9 kol\u00e1\u010de s citr\u00f3nov\u00fdm \u010dajom.<\/p>\n Toto<\/strong> je m\u00f4j \u010das! Ke\u010f sa stmieva a chladne zem, ke\u010f je pod mrakom, r\u00e1no hmla, toto s\u00fa dni!<\/p>\n Du\u0161i\u010dky<\/strong>, du\u0161i\u010dky, pre\u010do ste tak\u00e9 studen\u00e9? K\u00farte dobre na t\u00fdch cintor\u00ednoch svie\u010dkami!<\/p>\n Va\u0161a Veve.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Veronika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Naj\u0161\u0165astnej\u0161ia som b\u00fdvala v\u017edy v novembri. S mamou sme t\u00farovali po kvetin\u00e1rstvach a trhoch, ovoniavali chryzant\u00e9my a hovorili si, ktor\u00e9 s\u00fa najkraj\u0161ie. Mama mala rada tie \u0161picat\u00e9 zelenkav\u00e9, ale aj mal\u00e9 zelen\u00e9, ja m\u00e1m rada ve\u013ek\u00e9 \u017elt\u00e9 bambule, ale aj tie bordov\u00e9 so zlat\u00fdm odtie\u0148om. 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\nNamiesto toho trh s man\u017eelom spachto\u0161om, mal\u00e1 reve, \u017ee jej je zima a ka\u0161le, mu\u017e sa hnev\u00e1. Povedala som mojim babk\u00e1m, \u017ee mama zomrela a naplakala do chryzant\u00e9m. Upratali sme dvor a vyhrabali okolo terasy. E\u0161te toho napad\u00e1… Je tu poriadok, zajtra pr\u00edde teta Katka a ideme na cintor\u00edny. Holarijahola…
\nDnes som ochotn\u00e1 prepn\u00fa\u0165 u\u017e len telku, inak ka\u0161lem na to…<\/p>\n