{"id":10479,"date":"2021-12-02T19:50:58","date_gmt":"2021-12-02T17:50:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10479"},"modified":"2021-12-02T20:37:10","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T18:37:10","slug":"ajuri-carutasul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10479","title":{"rendered":"AJURI \/ CARUTASUL"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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AJURI \/ CARUTASUL<\/p>\n

Oli ajurinrattailla vieress\u00e4in
iso\u00e4itini, kuollut jo vuosia ennen.
Me ajoimme Esplanaadia p\u00e4in
kuin lapsuusaikana, kirkkoon mennen.<\/p>\n

Me tulimme puistohotelliin.
Ja silmin suureksi h\u00e4mm\u00e4styvin
n\u00e4in enkelin astuvan ovesta, – niin,
h\u00e4n mummolle kumarsi: – Tehk\u00e4\u00e4 hyvin.<\/p>\n

Mua mummo suuteli: – Jatka sin\u00e4,
rakas, matkaasi, toimita asias.
Tule t\u00e4nne, kun p\u00e4\u00e4set. T\u00e4\u00e4ll\u00e4, kas
niin hartaasti odotan sinua min\u00e4.<\/p>\n

H\u00e4net enkeli sis\u00e4\u00e4n vei.
Ja sitten min\u00e4 ajoin Heikinkatua p\u00e4in.
Kovin r\u00e4ikkyi r\u00e4min\u00e4 rattahitten.
Mut \u00e4kki\u00e4 h\u00e4mm\u00e4styen n\u00e4in:<\/p>\n


On julma, julma ja raaka mies
se ajuri. Katso, virnuen mulle
ep\u00e4ihmisen suin h\u00e4n pilkkaa: -Ties
on toinen, et mummosi luokse tulle!<\/p>\n


Ja se julma mies ly\u00f6 hevosta selk\u00e4\u00e4n
ja huutaa: – Hei, hepo, hornaa p\u00e4in!
Min\u00e4 vapisen. Pelk\u00e4\u00e4n, pelk\u00e4\u00e4n, pelk\u00e4\u00e4n-
yht\u2019\u00e4kki\u00e4 rattailta sy\u00f6ks\u00e4ht\u00e4in.<\/p>\n

Ja sitten kuljen ja kuljen. N\u00e4en:
Olen joutunut outoon kaupunkiin.
Kysyn tiet\u00e4 Puistohotelliin,
mutta en ymm\u00e4rr\u00e4 kielt\u00e4 sen kaupungin v\u00e4en.<\/p>\n

He katsovat outoa vaeltajaa
ja v\u00e4istyv\u00e4t p\u00e4\u00e4tt\u00e4\u00e4n puistaen.
Ja ei ole minulla y\u00f6ksi majaa.
Min\u00e4, uupunut, aaveena harhailen.<\/p>\n


EEVA – LIISA MANNER<\/p>\n

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CARUTASUL<\/p>\n

Alaturi in caruta se afla
bunica-mi, cu multi ani \u00een urm\u0103 moarta.
Spre Esplanada se inainta
ca-n copil\u0103rie, spre-a bisericii poarta.<\/p>\n

La un hotel din parc poposind,
cu ochii mariti m-am mirat
am v\u0103zut un \u00eenger pe u\u0219\u0103 ie\u0219ind:
‘Fa bine’, \u00een fa\u021ba bunicii s-a \u00eenclinat.<\/p>\n

Buna m-a s\u0103rutat: – mergi mai departe,
draguta, continua-ti truda ta.
Sa vii c\u00e2nd termini. Vezi tu, iata
eu te-a\u0219tept cu toata inima.<\/p>\n

Ingerul inauntru-o lua pe bunica.
\u0218i-apoi spre Heikinkatu-am pornit.
Zdranganea cu putere caruta.
Dar deodat\u0103 m-am nedumerit.<\/p>\n


Un om crud este, brutal si rau
carutasul. R\u00e2njindu-mi inuman
batjocoritor spuse:- Drumul tau
e altul, nu spre al bunicii liman.<\/p>\n


\u0218i omul cel crud bate calul in coama
\u0219i strig\u0103: – Hei, manzule, catre iad indarjit!
Eu tremur. Mi-e teama, mi-e teama, mi-e teama
si deodat’ din caruta m-am napustit.<\/p>\n

\u0218i apoi merg \u0219i merg. Astfel:
Am ajuns intr-un straniu oras obscur.
\u00centreb care-i drumul c\u0103tre Park Hotel,
dar nu inteleg limba celor din jur.<\/p>\n

Ei privesc ciudata drumeata
si se dau la o parte din cap clatinand.
Si eu n-am un’ sa dorm pana dimineata.
Eu, fara vlaga, fantom\u0103 ratacind.<\/p>\n


traducere, Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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