{"id":2379,"date":"2017-05-01T19:10:22","date_gmt":"2017-05-01T16:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danieliusg.lt\/?p=2379"},"modified":"2021-07-21T12:58:43","modified_gmt":"2021-07-21T09:58:43","slug":"romanas-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debesyla.lt\/uzrasai\/lv\/2017\/romans-7\/","title":{"rendered":"#Soul in Stone (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dienas m\u0113r\u0137is: 769 v\u0101rdi<\/a>. Rakst\u012bts: 774<\/b>.<\/p>\n

P\u016blis r\u0113ca, bet vi\u0146\u0161 to p\u0101rtrauca:<\/p>\n

- Esiet sveicin\u0101ti LIELAJ\u0100 KAU\u0145AS AR\u0112N\u0100, meitenes! vi\u0146\u0161 man dramatiski kliedza, pie p\u0113d\u0113j\u0101 v\u0101rda pieklusinot balsi un izrun\u0101jot uzrunu, kas, iesp\u0113jams, bija dom\u0101ta k\u0101 \u0146irg\u0101\u0161an\u0101s par mani.<\/p>\n

Es tikai noelsos, noelsos, iespiedu akmeni plaukst\u0101 un piec\u0113los mazliet \u0113rt\u0101k. Joproj\u0101m nebiju izkust\u0113jies no ap\u013cveida lifta, ar kuru k\u0101pu aug\u0161\u0101, bet nedom\u0101ju skriet nekur citur. It \u012bpa\u0161i, ja visur var b\u016bt pilns ar vis\u0101d\u0101m lamat\u0101m un nezin ko. Un es pat nebiju p\u0101rliecin\u0101ts, k\u0101p\u0113c es visp\u0101r esmu \u0161eit un k\u0101dam nol\u016bkam es \u0161eit nok\u013cuvu.<\/p>\n

- Nebaidies! vi\u0146\u0161 dramatiski kliedza. - Tava n\u0101ve b\u016bs viegla un \u0101tra! Es neesmu t\u0101ds k\u0101 iepriek\u0161\u0113jais uzvar\u0113t\u0101js! Es neesmu nek\u0101ds dz\u012bvnieks.<\/p>\n

To pateicis, vi\u0146\u0161 pagriez\u0101s uz balkonu vai laukumu st\u0101vot, lidojot vai nezinot, k\u0101 turas pa kreisi no manis, un ar r\u0101d\u012btu pirkstu piemiedza aci. \u0160\u0137iet, ka vi\u0146a v\u0101rdi un r\u012bc\u012bba ir piesaist\u012bju\u0161i p\u016b\u013ca uzman\u012bbu, un p\u016blis atkal r\u0113ja un skand\u0113ja. Nebija skaidrs, kas tie\u0161i tas bija no tik t\u0101lu, bet tas noteikti bija ritmisks un atk\u0101rtojas.<\/p>\n

\u2014 T\u0101p\u0113c, ka es, meitenes, \u2014 vi\u0146\u0161 turpin\u0101ja, pagriezies pret mani, \u2014 esmu Ovidijs piekl\u0101j\u012bgs! Es vienk\u0101r\u0161i atn\u0101ku, sakopoju pr\u0101tus un sav\u0101cu atl\u012bdz\u012bbu. Nekas vair\u0101k.<\/p>\n

Pagriezies, vi\u0146\u0161 beidzot pagriez\u0101s pa labi, pac\u0113la \u0101muru, pam\u0101ja ar to un paklan\u012bj\u0101s p\u016b\u013ca priek\u0161\u0101, kas s\u0101ka r\u0113kt k\u0101 tornado. Dzied\u0101\u0161ana k\u013cuva arvien ska\u013c\u0101ka. P\u0113k\u0161\u0146i es sapratu, ka p\u016blis skandina vi\u0146a v\u0101rdu!<\/p>\n

\u2014 Cilv\u0113ki vi\u0146u paz\u012bst!<\/p>\n

- Kas vi\u0146\u0161 ir? - es caur zobiem \u0146urd\u0113ju pie akmens, nenov\u0113rsdama savu jauno, ac\u012bmredzamo s\u0101ncensi l\u012bdz sak\u0101vei vai pat n\u0101vei.<\/p>\n

"Es pat nevaru iedom\u0101ties," vi\u0146\u0161 pazib\u0113ja sarkans un apklusa. Tad p\u0113c mirk\u013ca steidzam\u0101k\u0101 un varb\u016bt pat bail\u012bg\u0101k\u0101 bals\u012b vi\u0146\u0161 piebilda: - Ak, pagaidi, tu zini k\u0101 mani izmantot??<\/p>\n

"Izmantot?"<\/p>\n

Es paskat\u012bjos uz akmeni man\u0101 rok\u0101.<\/p>\n

"Sasod\u012bts. T\u0101 ka man laikam b\u016bs kaut k\u0101 j\u0101c\u012bn\u0101s. Un \u0161is akmens ir... Mans ierocis!? Ko es dab\u016bju no t\u0101 sasod\u012bt\u0101 tornado tur lej\u0101!??"<\/p>\n

\u2013 Man nav ne jausmas, \u2013 es izteicu. Man atkal s\u0101p galva, vai ar\u012b t\u0101 pat nav apst\u0101jusies, t\u0101p\u0113c s\u0101p v\u0113l vair\u0101k.<\/p>\n

- Un tagad m\u0113s c\u012bn\u012bsimies! Ovidijs man kliedza, piece\u013coties dramatisk\u0101 poz\u0101. Es \u012bsti nesapratu, vi\u0146\u0161 par mani \u0146irg\u0101jas vai tas bija tikai vi\u0146a stils, tren\u0113j\u0101s un iz\u0137id\u0101 vis\u0101das pozas, vai nu pace\u013cot pirkstu pret debes\u012bm, vai izp\u016b\u0161ot kr\u016btis, tas ir kas cits.<\/p>\n

"Pagaidi," es vi\u0146am uzkliedzu. Ovidijs pac\u0113la uzaci: "Ja nu es negribu c\u012bn\u012bties?" - ES jaut\u0101ju.<\/p>\n

Ovidijs uz br\u012bdi apst\u0101j\u0101s. Un, iesp\u0113jams, tikai p\u0113c pauzes vi\u0146am pr\u0101t\u0101 ien\u0101ca doma par to, ko es teicu. Un tad vi\u0146\u0161 izpl\u016bda smieklos!<\/p>\n

- \u010cau! - iekliedzos, s\u0101kot atkal nervoz\u0113t, - Es run\u0101ju nopietni! Kur es visp\u0101r esmu? K\u0101p\u0113c es esmu \u0161eit? Un k\u0101di cilv\u0113ki j\u016bs visi esat? Un ko tu no manis gribi!??<\/p>\n

Bet \u0161\u0137iet, ka mans monologs tikai izrais\u012bja v\u0113l liel\u0101ku smieklu uzpl\u016bdu no Ovidija.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u0112zelis.<\/p>\n

Tad tik p\u0113k\u0161\u0146i, k\u0101 bija s\u0101cis smieties, Ovidijs apst\u0101j\u0101s. Un, nometis \u0101muru no pleca, vi\u0146\u0161 to pa\u0146\u0113ma vien\u0101 rok\u0101. Kaut k\u0101 vi\u0146am izdev\u0101s ar vienu roku satvert nepr\u0101t\u012bgi biez\u0101 \u0101mura rokturi, bet es nevar\u0113ju saprast, k\u0101 vi\u0146\u0161 to izdar\u012bja - vai nu vi\u0146am tie\u0161\u0101m rok\u0101s ir kaut k\u0101di taustek\u013ci, vai ar\u012b t\u0101 ir \u013coti d\u012bvaina optisk\u0101 il\u016bzija.<\/p>\n

"Meiti\u0146, j\u016bs zin\u0101j\u0101t, kur non\u0101ksit, kad uzdro\u0161in\u0101j\u0101ties sp\u012bt\u0113t m\u016bsu visu Liel\u0101s Pasaules pils\u0113tas padomei!" Pils\u0113tas burv\u012bbas un krist\u0101la sp\u0113ki nav dom\u0101ti tev, nodev\u0113j! Un zini -, - Ovidijs s\u0101ka braukt ar monologu.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Bet es neko neatceros! \u2013 p\u0101rtraucot vi\u0146a sarunu, es iekliedzos un varb\u016bt nedaudz p\u0101r\u0101k ener\u0123iski paspiedu rokas, \u2013 NEKO neatceros! Nekas.<\/p>\n

"Meiti\u0146, vai tas, j\u016bsupr\u0101t, ir pietiekams attaisnojums pret Ovidija piekl\u0101j\u012bg\u0101 taisn\u012bguma akcentu?" Pret m\u016bsu domes gribu? Pret visu labo un sv\u0113to?<\/p>\n

"Es\u2026," es ies\u0101ku, bet, pirms es pasp\u0113ju kaut ko pateikt, mani atkal p\u0101rtrauca Ovidijs.<\/p>\n

- N\u0113! \u2014 vi\u0146\u0161 kliedza, pace\u013cot \u0101muru gais\u0101, it k\u0101 tur\u0113tu rok\u0101 mazu \u0101muru. S\u0101ka \u0161\u0137ist, ka vi\u0146a ierocis bija tikai viltota viegla rota\u013clieta, ta\u010du tas nepaskaidroja, k\u0101 vi\u0146\u0161 pirmais ar vienu sitienu sadrag\u0101ja kolonnas un statujas. Tava n\u0101ve b\u016bs tava atbr\u012bvo\u0161ana!<\/p>\n

P\u016blis r\u0113ca un satrakoj\u0101s. P\u0113k\u0161\u0146i atskan\u0113ja apdullino\u0161s bungu b\u016bk\u0161\u0137is vai kaut kas taml\u012bdz\u012bgs, un Ovidijs, ab\u0101s rok\u0101s satv\u0113ris \u0101muru, piec\u0113l\u0101s k\u0101j\u0101s, it k\u0101 b\u016btu gatavs l\u0113kt man virs\u016b.<\/p>\n

"\u0100\u0101\u0101," Ovidijs iesauc\u0101s, skrienot man pret\u012b. Es, sasprindzinot musku\u013cus, uzreiz satv\u0113ru akmeni rok\u0101s un pagriezos un s\u0101ku b\u0113gt uz templi aiz muguras.<\/p>\n

"Ak dievs, ko dar\u012bt!? Ko dar\u012bt!?"<\/p>\n

- Pareizi, skrien pareizi! - kliedza Akmens. Es at\u013c\u0101vos tur skriet. Pa labi bija kaut kas l\u012bdz\u012bgs taci\u0146ai ar kolonn\u0101m, kas uzb\u016bv\u0113tas ab\u0101s pus\u0113s. Kaut kas lidoja \u013coti tuvu manai galvai, bet man nebija laika ne mirkli mekl\u0113t, lai redz\u0113tu, kas tas ir.<\/p>\n

Skrienot pagriezos pret Ovidiusu. Vi\u0146\u0161 neapst\u0101j\u0101s un n\u0101ca man pret\u012b, gandr\u012bz vis\u0101 sarkan\u0101 kr\u0101s\u0101 un izmantoja \u0101muru, lai nogremd\u0113tu kolonnas, skulpt\u016bras un citus atkritumus, kas tagad atrad\u0101s starp vi\u0146u un mani.<\/p>\n

- \u0100tr\u0101k! - Akmuo iesauc\u0101s, it k\u0101 es tur b\u016btu st\u0101v\u0113jis. Bet man to nevajadz\u0113ja teikt, es tik un t\u0101 skr\u0113ju tik \u0101tri, cik var\u0113ju.<\/p>\n

Da\u017eus mirk\u013cus v\u0113l\u0101k es sasniedzu alejas galu, un man priek\u0161\u0101 bija plakans kvadr\u0101tveida laukums. Es \u013c\u0101vos vi\u0146ai skriet v\u0113l \u0101tr\u0101k.<\/p>\n

- Pagaidi! \u013boooooooo! - kliedza akmens man gandr\u012bz pie alejas ieejas. S\u0101ku st\u0101v\u0113t un skat\u012bjos uz akmeni, tad pagriezos pret Ovidiju, kur\u0161 jau bija gandr\u012bz \u0101r\u0101 no drup\u0101m un ieg\u0101ja alej\u0101.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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