{"id":93851,"date":"2020-12-17T02:50:51","date_gmt":"2020-12-17T02:50:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=93851"},"modified":"2020-12-17T16:45:33","modified_gmt":"2020-12-17T16:45:33","slug":"kolcsonsorok-ion-muresan-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=93851","title":{"rendered":"K\u00f6lcs\u00f6nsorok: Ion Mure\u015fan"},"content":{"rendered":"

K\u00f6ltem\u00e9ny traktorral \/ Poem cu tractor<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

\u00c9jszaka olyan \u00e1lmot l\u00e1ttam, melyhez hi\u00e1nyzott a k\u00e9pzetts\u00e9gem: azt \u00e1lmodtam, hogy traktorista vagyok, de soha sem j\u00e1rtam traktorista iskol\u00e1ba.
\nMegijedtem, elv\u00e9gre m\u00e9gis csak traktorista jogos\u00edtv\u00e1ny n\u00e9lk\u00fcl \u00fcltem a vol\u00e1n mellett, begy\u00fajtott, dohog\u00f3 motorral, a h\u00e1rmas ek\u00e9t m\u00e9lyen a sz\u00e1nt\u00f3f\u00f6ldbe has\u00edtva, megforgattam a slusszkulcsot \u00e9s le\u00e1ll\u00edtottam a motort. Lesz\u00e1lltam az \u00e1gyb\u00f3l, megn\u00e9ztem magam a t\u00fck\u00f6rben, s egy hat\u00e9ves forma, r\u00f6vidnadr\u00e1gos gyermekecsk\u00e9t l\u00e1ttam ott, v\u00e1ll\u00e1n kis m\u00e9ret\u0171 vatt\u00e1zott kab\u00e1t, v\u00e9zna l\u00e1bsz\u00e1r\u00e1n g\u00e9polaj- \u00e9s kocsiken\u0151cs foltok, kez\u00e9ben slusszkulcs (az ez\u00fcst\u00f6s kulcs apr\u00f3cska h\u00edmvessz\u0151re eml\u00e9keztetett). A sz\u00e1nt\u00f3f\u00f6ld\u00f6n sehol egy l\u00e9lek. V\u00e9g\u00fcl is \u2013 \u00e1llap\u00edtottam meg magamban \u2013 nem olyan neh\u00e9z a traktort vezetni, mert csak a vol\u00e1nn\u00e1l \u00fcl\u0151 l\u00e1tja az els\u0151 kerekeket. \u00cdgy azt\u00e1n semmi sz\u00fcks\u00e9g traktoriskol\u00e1ra \u2013 sz\u00f6geztem le magamban. Ism\u00e9t megpr\u00f3b\u00e1ltam felkapaszkodni a korm\u00e1ny mell\u00e9, de a t\u00e9rdemet be\u00fct\u00f6ttem az \u00e1gy sz\u00e9l\u00e9be, amelyen megl\u00e1ttam egy b\u00e1doglemezt, amelyen d\u0151lt bet\u0171kkel ez \u00e1llt: UNIVERSAL 450<\/em>, \u00e1gyam fej\u00e9n\u00e9l pedig zom\u00e1ncozott t\u00e1bl\u00e1cska fityegett, rajta kidomborod\u00f3 bet\u0171kkel: UTOS<\/em> (vagyis Uzina de Tractoare Ora\u015ful Stalin<\/em> [magyar\u00e1n: Szt\u00e1linv\u00e1rosi Traktorgy\u00e1r])
\nE ponton az \u00e1lmom p\u00e1r pillanatra \u201emegszakadt\u201d. Majd az \u00e1gyam v\u00e1ratlanul \u00e9s vadul r\u00e1zk\u00f3dni, dob\u00e1lni kezdett. F\u00f6l\u00e9bredtem, s l\u00e1ttam, hogy az \u00e1gy ablak fel\u0151li oldal\u00e1hoz szerelt ker\u00e9k egyre sebesebben forog. Rajta, \u00e1vetve, az \u00e1gyamt\u00f3l kiindul\u00f3, sz\u00e9les b\u0151rhajt\u00f3sz\u00edj s\u00fcv\u00edtve csattogott el az ablakon t\u00falra. Az \u00e1gyamt\u00f3l indul\u00f3 b\u0151rsz\u00edj egy j\u00f3kora, k\u00e1v\u00e9barna, vadul zakatol\u00f3 cs\u00e9pl\u0151g\u00e9pet hozott mozg\u00e1sba. Az ablakp\u00e1rk\u00e1nyra l\u00e9pve l\u00e1tom \u00e1m, hogy az udvarunkon, a cs\u00e9pl\u0151g\u00e9p k\u00f6r\u00fcl sok f\u00e9rfi \u00e9s n\u0151 s\u00fcrg\u00f6l\u0151d\u00f6tt, fej\u00fck\u00f6n szalmakalap; egyesek vill\u00e1val kal\u00e1szokat h\u00e1nytak a g\u00e9pbe, m\u00e1sok a szalm\u00e1t r\u00e1ncig\u00e1lt\u00e1k ki a cs\u00e9pl\u0151g\u00e9p tork\u00e1b\u00f3l, a n\u0151k pedig a b\u00faz\u00e1val teli zs\u00e1kok sz\u00e1j\u00e1t k\u00f6t\u00f6tt\u00e9k el. Tinuka nagyn\u00e9n\u00e9m \u00e9szrevett engem az ablakban \u00e9s ijedten r\u00e1mki\u00e1ltott: \u201eEridj, fiacsk\u00e1m, aludj\u00e1l, mert a te \u00e1lmod m\u0171k\u00f6dteti a traktort \u00e9s a cs\u00e9pl\u0151t! Eridj, sz\u00e9pen k\u00e9rlek, \u00e9s aludj, hogy legal\u00e1bb ezt az asztagot siker\u00fclj\u00f6n kics\u00e9peln\u00fcnk!\u201d Erre azt\u00e1n fejemet a vol\u00e1nra hajtva tov\u00e1bb aludtam, hogy seg\u00edtsek ezeken az embereken. Egy id\u0151 ut\u00e1n any\u00e1m \u00e9bresztett. Ap\u00e1mmal egy\u00fctt, vas\u00e1rnapi ruh\u00e1j\u00e1ba volt \u00f6lt\u00f6zve. \u201eSz\u00e9pen k\u00e9r\u00fcnk, vigy\u00e9l el benn\u00fcnket a templomig, mert er\u0151sen messze van \u2013 k\u00e9rlelt any\u00e1m \u2013, s m\u00e1r megh\u00fazt\u00e1k a istentiszteletre sz\u00f3l\u00edt\u00f3 harangot.\u201d Egy \u00fajdonat\u00faj, k\u00e9k ut\u00e1nfut\u00f3t kapcsoltam a traktorhoz, sz\u00fcleim felkapaszkodtak r\u00e1, \u00e9n g\u00e1zt adtam, s elindultunk a templom fel\u00e9. Ott meg\u00e1lltunk. A p\u00f3pa kicsi sz\u00e9kkel \u00e9s egy nemzeti mot\u00edvumok d\u00edsz\u00edtette kis sz\u0151nyeggel j\u00f6tt el\u00e9b\u00fck, az ut\u00e1nfut\u00f3 mell\u00e9 helyezte, \u00e9s seg\u00edtett ap\u00e1mnak-any\u00e1mnak a f\u00f6ldre kecmeregni. A templom el\u0151tti l\u00e9pcs\u0151k\u00f6n egybegy\u0171lt falusiak elismer\u0151en m\u00e9regettek. A vol\u00e1n mell\u0151l hajlongva k\u00f6sz\u00f6nt\u00f6ttem a p\u00f3p\u00e1t. De oly r\u00f6vidre szabt\u00e1k \u00e1m az elismer\u00e9s pillanat\u00e1t! Mert a templom, pontosabban egy szilvafa m\u00f6g\u00fcl, megjelent\u00e9l te, Anna. K\u00e9k pettyes, feh\u00e9r szokny\u00e1cska volt rajtad. B\u00fcszk\u00e9n tr\u00f3nolt\u00e1l egy \u00f3ri\u00e1si, s\u00e1rga, hetrny\u00f3talpas traktor nyerg\u00e9ben. (Egek, mily hangosan d\u00fcb\u00f6rg\u00f6tt a te Kirov<\/em> gy\u00e1rtm\u00e1ny\u00fa traktorod motorja!) Kecsesen \u00e9s hozz\u00e1\u00e9rt\u0151en ir\u00e1ny\u00edtottad nagy, herny\u00f3talpas traktorodat, ugyancsak a templom el\u00e9. A p\u00f3pa kihozta ugyanazt a kicsi sz\u00e9ket, ugyanazokkal a nemzeti mot\u00edvumokkal d\u00edsz\u00edtett sz\u0151nyegecsk\u00e9vel egy\u00fctt, \u00e9s seg\u00edtett a sz\u00fcleidnek lesz\u00e1llni a vadonat\u00faj piros ut\u00e1nfut\u00f3r\u00f3l. Minden tekintet r\u00e1tok ir\u00e1nyult. Most te ker\u00fclt\u00e9l a figyelem k\u00f6z\u00e9ppontj\u00e1ba. Idegesen \u00e9s megal\u00e1zva, nekilend\u00fcltem Universal 450 traktorommal, rajta a az UTOS felirattal (Uzinele de Tractoare Ora\u015ful Stalin<\/em>), megker\u00fcltem a papilakot, a lejt\u0151s utc\u00e1n lefel\u00e9 h\u00faztam, s amikor a h\u00e1zunk el\u00e9 \u00e9rtem, elaludtam a vol\u00e1n f\u00f6l\u00f6tt. Mivel jelenleg semmif\u00e9le traktorista igazolv\u00e1nnyal nem rendelkezem, csakis azoknak mes\u00e9lem el ezt a t\u00f6rt\u00e9netet, akikben vakon megb\u00edzok.<\/p>\n

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Gyermekrajz a cs\u00edkszeredai J\u00f3zsef Attila iskol\u00e1b\u00f3l (2005)<\/p><\/div>\n

Cseke G\u00e1bor ford\u00edt\u00e1sa<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Ast\u0103 noapte am visat un vis pentru care nu am studii: am visat c\u0103 sunt tractorist, dar eu nu am f\u0103cut niciodat\u0103 \u015fcoala de tractori\u015fti.<\/em>
\nSperiat, c\u0103ci eram totu\u015fi la volan f\u0103r\u0103 carnet de tractorist, cu motorul pornit, duduind, cu plugul cu trei br\u0103zdare \u00eenfipt la mijlocul ogorului, am \u00eentors cheia \u00een contact \u015fi am oprit motorul. Am cobor\u00e2t din pat, am privit \u00een oglind\u0103 \u015fi m-am v\u0103zut: un copil de vreo \u015fase ani, \u00een pantalonii scur\u0163i, cu o mic\u0103 pufoaic\u0103 pe umeri, cu picioarele sub\u0163iri p\u0103tate de motorin\u0103 \u015fi vaselin\u0103, \u0163in\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00een\u0103 cheia de contact a tractorului (cheia ca un penis mic \u015fi argintiu). Nu era \u0163ipenie de om pe tot ogorul. La urma-urmei, mi-am zis, tractorul este u\u015for de condus, c\u0103 doar cel de la volan \u00eei vede mereu ro\u0163ile din fa\u0163\u0103, A\u015fa c\u0103 nu-mi mai trebuie \u015fcoal\u0103 de tractori\u015fti – mi-am mai zis. Am vrut s\u0103 urc din nou la volan, dar m-am lovit la genunchi de marginea patului de care era prins\u0103 o t\u0103bli\u0163\u0103 metalic\u0103 pe care scria cu litere \u00eenclinate UNIVERSAL 450, iar pe t\u0103blia de la cap\u0103tul patului am v\u0103zut un medalion emailat cu o inscrip\u0163ie \u00een relief: UTOS (adic\u0103 Uzina de Tractoare Ora\u015ful Stalin). Aici, pentru c\u00e2teva clipe visul \u201emi s-a rupt”. Apoi, brusc patul meu a \u00eenceput s\u0103 trepideze, s\u0103 m\u0103 zg\u00e2l\u0163\u00e2ie, s\u0103 m\u0103 zdruncine. M-am trezit \u015fi am v\u0103zut c\u0103 roata volant\u0103 prins\u0103 pe partea dinspre fereastr\u0103 a patului a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se \u00eenv\u00e2rteasc\u0103 cu vitez\u0103. Peste ea era trecut\u0103 o curea lat\u0103 de piele, o curea de transmisie, ce ie\u015fea pe fereastr\u0103 \u015fuier\u00e2nd. Cureaua de piele ce pornea de la patul meu punea \u00een mi\u015fcare o batoz\u0103, mare, cafenie \u015fi foarte zgomotoas\u0103. M-am urcat pe pervazul ferestrei \u015fi am v\u0103zut c\u0103 la noi \u00een curte pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 batoz\u0103 treb\u0103luiau o mul\u0163ime de b\u0103rba\u0163i \u015fi femei cu p\u0103l\u0103rii de paie pe cap: unii ridicau cu furcile snopi pe batoz\u0103, al\u0163ii tr\u0103geau paiele de la gura batozei, iar femeile legau sacii cu gr\u00e2u. M\u0103tu\u015fa mea, Tinuca, m-a z\u0103rit \u00een geam \u015fi a strigat speriat\u0103: \u201eDu-te, m\u0103i copile \u015fi dormi, c\u0103ci somnul t\u0103u e motorul ce pune \u00een mi\u015fcare tractorul \u015fi batoza. Du-te, rogu-te \u015fi dormi ca s\u0103 putem termina de treierat m\u0103car stogul acesta!”. A\u015fa c\u0103 am pus capul pe volan \u015fi am dormit ca s\u0103-i ajut pe oamenii aceia. Dup\u0103 un timp m-a trezit mama. Ea \u015fi tata erau \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i \u00een haine de duminic\u0103. \u201eTe rug\u0103m frumos s\u0103 ne duci la biseric\u0103, c\u0103ci e tare departe – a zis mama – \u015fi deja a tras clopotul de slujb\u0103!” Am prins o remorc\u0103 albastr\u0103, nou\u0103-nou\u0163\u0103, la tractor, ei s-au urcat \u00een remorc\u0103, am b\u0103gat \u00een vitez\u0103 \u015fi am pornit spre biseric\u0103. Am oprit \u00een fa\u0163a bisericii. Popa a adus un sc\u0103unel cu covora\u015f \u0163esut cu motive na\u0163ionale, l-a pus l\u00e2ng\u0103 remorc\u0103 \u015fi i-a ajutat pe mama \u015fi pe tata s\u0103 coboare. Cons\u0103tenii aduna\u0163i pe sc\u0103rile de piatr\u0103 din fa\u0163a bisericii m-au privit cu admira\u0163ie. De sus i-am f\u0103cut preotului o plec\u0103ciune, aplec\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 peste volan. Scurt mi-a fost momentul de r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163! C\u0103ci din spatele bisericii, de dup\u0103 un prun, ai ap\u0103rut tu, Ana. Erai \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00eentr-o rochi\u0163\u0103 alb\u0103 cu buline albastre. St\u0103teai, m\u00e2ndr\u0103, la manetele unui tractor uria\u015f, galben, cu \u015fenile (Doamne,, ce mai duduia motorul puternic al tractorului t\u0103u, tractor Kirov! ). Cu mult\u0103 ging\u0103\u015fie \u015fi pricepere ai condus tractorul t\u0103u mare, cu \u015fenile, tot \u00een fa\u0163a bisericii. Popa a adus acela\u015fi sc\u0103unel cu covora\u015f \u0163esut cu motive na\u0163ionale \u015fi i-a ajutat \u015fi pe p\u0103rin\u0163ii t\u0103i s\u0103 coboare dintr-o remorc\u0103 ro\u015fie, nou\u0103 nou\u0163\u0103. Toate privirile m-au p\u0103r\u0103sit. Acum tu erai \u00een centrul aten\u0163iei. Umilit \u015fi nervos am pornit tractorul meu Universal 450 cu pl\u0103cu\u0163\u0103 de UTOS (Uzinele de Tractoare Ora\u015ful Stalin) \u015fi ocolind casa parohial\u0103, am cobor\u00e2t pe uli\u0163\u0103, iar c\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een fa\u0163a casei mele am adormit la volan. Cum nu am nici acum carnet de tractorist, povestesc visul acesta numai oamenilor in care am mare \u00eencredere.<\/em><\/p>\n

(Forr\u00e1s: Vatra, 2020\/10-11.\/1. old.)<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

K\u00f6ltem\u00e9ny traktorral \/ Poem cu tractor \u00c9jszaka olyan \u00e1lmot l\u00e1ttam, melyhez hi\u00e1nyzott a k\u00e9pzetts\u00e9gem: azt \u00e1lmodtam, hogy traktorista vagyok, de soha sem j\u00e1rtam traktorista iskol\u00e1ba. Megijedtem, elv\u00e9gre m\u00e9gis csak traktorista jogos\u00edtv\u00e1ny n\u00e9lk\u00fcl \u00fcltem a vol\u00e1n mellett, begy\u00fajtott, dohog\u00f3 motorral, a h\u00e1rmas ek\u00e9t m\u00e9lyen a sz\u00e1nt\u00f3f\u00f6ldbe has\u00edtva, megforgattam a slusszkulcsot \u00e9s le\u00e1ll\u00edtottam a motort. Lesz\u00e1lltam az […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93851","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-vers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93851","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=93851"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93851\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=93851"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=93851"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=93851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}