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Na Nov\u00fd rok z kostola prich\u00e1dzali novoro\u010dn\u00ed hostia. Vo\u0148ala kol\u00ednska voda po holen\u00ed, sneh, topinky, cesnak, dojedal sa silvestrovsk\u00fd tat\u00e1rsky biftek, ktor\u00fd si mu\u017ei polievali vodkou a flambovali, otv\u00e1ralo sa \u0161ampansk\u00e9 a cel\u00e9 dopoludnie sa prip\u00edjalo a vin\u0161ovalo, bublinky st\u00fapali v t\u00fdch \u0161t\u00edhlych gotick\u00fdch poh\u00e1roch, medzit\u00fdm v kuchyni prestreli st\u00f4l, host\u00ed vystriedali in\u00ed hostia pozvan\u00ed k obedu, op\u00e4\u0165 vin\u0161e, striasanie snehu z kab\u00e1tov, studen\u00e9 barinky v chodbe, kol\u00ednska, parfumy, \u0161trngot poh\u00e1rov, dupot po schodoch, obed zav\u0161e trval do tretej, no nikomu sa nechcelo vst\u00e1va\u0165 od stola, presada\u0165 do kresiel, ani um\u00fdva\u0165 riad, v\u0161etko sa iba odsunulo nabok, urobilo sa miesto najsk\u00f4r kol\u00e1\u010dom a \u0161\u00e1lkam na k\u00e1vu, nesk\u00f4r v\u00ednu, ko\u0148aku a\u00a0popoln\u00edkom… Nov\u00fd rok bol lep\u0161\u00ed ako Silvester, kedy n\u00e1s te\u0161ili, k\u0155mili a ulo\u017eili do per\u00edn a tma bola rovnak\u00e1 ako v in\u00e9 dni a sny tie\u017e,\u00a0na Nov\u00fd rok oby\u010dajne vy\u0161lo slnko a ke\u010f aj nebol sneh, de\u0148 bol takmer v\u017edy biely ako odznova.<\/p>\n
Bol Nov\u00fd rok a dom bol pln\u00fd host\u00ed, odch\u00e1dzali a prich\u00e1dzali, str\u00e1cali v chodbe rukavi\u010dky a zab\u00fadali \u0161\u00e1ly a \u010diapky, vracali sa po ne a mama otv\u00e1rala okno a vyhadzovala n\u00e1v\u0161tev\u00e1m tie zabudnut\u00e9 \u010dapice, \u0161\u00e1le, rukavi\u010dky, niektor\u00e9 leteli z okna, in\u00e9 z balk\u00f3na, padali do snehu ako hviezdy z\u00a0neba…<\/p>\n
Na Nov\u00fd rok sme nikam nechodili, v\u0161etci pri\u0161li k n\u00e1m. Keby som mala op\u00edsa\u0165 lingvistick\u00fd stav pri stole, asi by som musela dotiahnu\u0165 babylonsk\u00fa ve\u017eu. Najm\u00e4 k ve\u010deru, my\u0161lienky b\u00fdvali komplikovanej\u0161ie a jazyk nesta\u010dil, zav\u0161e sa pridali kl\u00e1vesy alebo struny alebo sa izbou niesol temn\u00fd tmavohned\u00fd zvuk lesn\u00e9ho rohu. St\u00f4l podve\u010der pripom\u00ednal \u010dosi ako z\u00e1hradu v Alkaz\u00e1re, \u010dosi, \u010do nikde inde nen\u00e1jdete, cyprusy, zimolez, myrta, vt\u00e1\u010d\u00ed zob,\u00a0vavr\u00edn, cezm\u00edna, lauroceras, tvarovan\u00e9 kr\u00edky a pyram\u00eddy a gule, z ktor\u00fdch s\u00fa v t\u00fdch z\u00e1hrad\u00e1ch vystrihnut\u00e9, priviazan\u00e9 a vyformovan\u00e9 \u0161paliere, aleje a chodby, klenby a obl\u00faky, zelen\u00e9 hradby, m\u00fariky a obruby, pl\u00f4tiky, okn\u00e1, kulisy a labyrinty a cel\u00e1 dokonal\u00e1 geometrick\u00e1 architekt\u00fara starej a pr\u00edsnej z\u00e1hradn\u00edckej \u0161koly, kde \u010dlovek pochop\u00ed, pravil b\u00e1snik \u010capek, \u017ee z\u00e1hrada nie je z kvetov, ale z tie\u0148ov stvoren\u00e1, aj st\u00f4l pripom\u00ednaj\u00faci tak\u00fato z\u00e1hradu mal svoje tienist\u00e9 a svetl\u00e9 meandre, v popoln\u00edkoch sliep\u0148ali doh\u00e1raj\u00face cigarety ako unaven\u00e9 maj\u00e1ky, in\u00e9 dymili, na obruse vznikalo \u010dosi ako mapa nezn\u00e1mych kraj\u00edn, pobre\u017e\u00ed, mapa rozhovorov pri stole, novoro\u010dn\u00e9 rozhovory zakreslen\u00e9 na obrus, do v\u00fd\u0161ivky, ktor\u00fa d\u00e1vno vy\u0161\u00edvali mn\u00ed\u0161ky a priniesli ju v jedno predviano\u010dn\u00e9 popoludnie na\u0161kroben\u00fa a zvinut\u00fa tak, \u017ee pripom\u00ednala tubus \u010falekoh\u013eadu. Mama ju rozvinula ako mapu, jasali sme nad striebornou a zlatou ni\u0165ou, ktor\u00e1 jemne pretk\u00e1vala fialov\u00fa a zelen\u00fa bavlnku, a t\u00fdm dod\u00e1vala v\u00fd\u0161ivke graci\u00f3znos\u0165, obrus pripom\u00ednal olt\u00e1rne obrusy, ak\u00e9 v\u00eddame na Vianoce v kostoloch, \u013eudsk\u00e1 stopa, no teraz na \u0148om pribudli nev\u0161edn\u00e9 modern\u00e9 ornamenty, ve\u010der ho mama zvinie a poputuje spolu s viano\u010dn\u00fdmi perinami, dekami do ko\u0161a s bieliz\u0148ou, teraz je v\u0161ak tu, pad\u00e1 na\u0148 so\u013e, cukor, kvapk\u00e1 v\u00edno, \u010daj, k\u00e1va, nevidite\u013en\u00fd hviezdny prach a popol z\u00a0cigariet…\u00a0In\u00e1, nevidite\u013en\u00e1 z\u00e1hrada sa formovala zo slov.<\/p>\n
Oblohou letela zabudnut\u00e1 svietiaca petarda, rozhovor t\u00edchol, z alkaz\u00e1rskej z\u00e1hrady mizli po jednom rastliny, v okn\u00e1ch poh\u00e1rov sa prest\u00e1valo svieti\u0165 a v\u00f4bec, cel\u00e1 krajina, ktor\u00e1 sa rozprestrela na poludnie na obruse s\u00a0vetvi\u010dkami, sa str\u00e1cala a mizla z mapy ako pobre\u017eie, ktor\u00e9 zalieva more…<\/p>\n
Nov\u00fd rok bol niekedy posypan\u00fd \u010derstv\u00fdm snehom. Od r\u00e1na sa u n\u00e1s hodovalo nad obrusom, na ktorom bola ve\u010der mapa, ako na nejakom hrade na stra\u0161nej skale, pod ktorou je kotlina a tou sa hore der\u00fa upachten\u00ed nepriatelia, spoten\u00ed mu\u017ei a \u017eeny maj\u00fa od \u00fanavy na tv\u00e1ri \u010derven\u00e9 f\u013eaky, hrad je to pevn\u00fd, hrad p\u0159epevn\u00fd jest p\u00e1nb\u016f<\/em>h n\u00e1\u0161, spieva sa v jednej cirkevnej piesni, tie novoro\u010dn\u00e9 stretnutia s rodinou a zn\u00e1mymi b\u00fdvali in\u00e9 ako vo v\u0161edn\u00e9 dni. V priebehu d\u0148a sa nad stolom s rozkvitnutou mapou vyformovala arm\u00e1da t\u00fdch, \u010do proti nov\u00e9mu nastupuj\u00facemu roku a jeho n\u00e1strah\u00e1m bud\u00fa tiahnu\u0165\u00a0a \u010deli\u0165 spolu, jeden druh\u00e9ho nedaj\u00fa a nenechaj\u00fa napospas, ve\u010der sa z tej skaly pozerali dolu na krajinu a do bud\u00facnosti boli sam\u00e9 dobr\u00e9 vyhliadky…<\/p>\n Ve\u010der sa v\u0161etko popratalo, poh\u00e1re do drezu, jedlo do chladni\u010dky, le\u017eali sme so sestrou v perin\u00e1ch a po\u010d\u00favali zvonenie riadu a te\u010d\u00facu vodu, akoby mama bola v\u00fdpravca niekde v pr\u00edstave a odprev\u00e1dzala cinkaj\u00face lodi\u010dky. Potom sa postavila medzi balk\u00f3nov\u00e9 dvere a faj\u010dila, na konci cigareta jej sliep\u0148ala do tmy ako maj\u00e1k, aby v\u0161etci, \u010do odi\u0161li, vedeli, \u017ee sa maj\u00fa kam vr\u00e1ti\u0165, \u017ee svetielko, \u010do blik\u00e1, nielen svieti na cestu, ale aj zohrieva, hoci, samozrejme, v\u0161etko bolo aj trochu inak.<\/p>\n Nech je va\u0161a arm\u00e1da siln\u00e1 a neboj\u00e1cna, ve\u013ea zdravia a radosti v\u00a0tomto roku v\u00e1m \u017eel\u00e1 va\u0161a Veve<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Veronika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Na Nov\u00fd rok z kostola prich\u00e1dzali novoro\u010dn\u00ed hostia. Vo\u0148ala kol\u00ednska voda po holen\u00ed, sneh, topinky, cesnak, dojedal sa silvestrovsk\u00fd tat\u00e1rsky biftek, ktor\u00fd si mu\u017ei polievali vodkou a flambovali, otv\u00e1ralo sa \u0161ampansk\u00e9 a cel\u00e9 dopoludnie sa prip\u00edjalo a vin\u0161ovalo, bublinky st\u00fapali v t\u00fdch \u0161t\u00edhlych gotick\u00fdch poh\u00e1roch, medzit\u00fdm v kuchyni prestreli st\u00f4l, host\u00ed vystriedali in\u00ed hostia […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":7858,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[107,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-februar-2022","category-fejton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9769","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=9769"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9769\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9770,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9769\/revisions\/9770"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7858"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}