{"id":588,"date":"2026-03-17T16:14:43","date_gmt":"2026-03-17T15:14:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/?p=588"},"modified":"2026-03-17T16:14:49","modified_gmt":"2026-03-17T15:14:49","slug":"tichy-kuchar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/tichy-kuchar\/","title":{"rendered":"Tich\u00fd kuch\u00e1r"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jesenn\u00fd podve\u010der. Ticho naru\u0161\u00ed len nezbedn\u00e1 \u010dajka nes\u00faca sa nad jazerom. Placht\u00ed na vln\u00e1ch v\u00e1nku, ktor\u00fd sa prediera cez vysok\u00fa tr\u00e1vu na brehu a\u017e k noh\u00e1m mal\u00e9ho Jan\u00ed\u010dka. Ten jeho dotyk sotva vn\u00edma. O\u010di m\u00e1 upret\u00e9 na panensk\u00e9 \u0161t\u00edty mohutn\u00e9ho \u013eadovca v dia\u013eke \u2014 \u013eadovca, pod ktor\u00fdm sa odohr\u00e1va n\u00e1\u0161 pr\u00edbeh.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pod \u013eadovcom sa dedinka rozprestiera ako tich\u00fd obraz. \u00dazke cesty, dreven\u00e9 domy, svetl\u00e1 v okn\u00e1ch. Na jednej z ul\u00edc stoj\u00ed re\u0161taur\u00e1cia pln\u00e1 host\u00ed. Smiech a cinkanie poh\u00e1rov sa nes\u00fa miestnos\u0165ami a\u017e do kuchyne.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tam vl\u00e1dne in\u00fd svet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eJedenkr\u00e1t chateaubriand, rizoto a dva rezne!\u201c zavel\u00ed \u0161\u00e9f.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201e\u00c1no, \u0161\u00e9fe!\u201c ozve sa zborovo.<\/span><\/p>\n

T\u00edm odpovie presne, bez zav\u00e1hania. T\u00edm \u2014 a\u017e na jedn\u00e9ho.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stoj\u00ed bokom, zahalen\u00fd v kuch\u00e1rskom rondone, drsn\u00fd v\u00fdraz vyvol\u00e1 strach pri poh\u013eade. Stoj\u00ed s hlavou sklonenou nad doskou. Pevn\u00fdmi pohybmi pripravuje m\u00e4so k \u010fal\u0161\u00edm objedn\u00e1vkam. Nepozrie hore. Nepovie ani slovo.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eNepo\u010dul?\u201c sp\u00fdta sa nov\u00fd kolega potichu.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eNie,\u201c odvet\u00ed druh\u00fd, bez em\u00f3cie. \u201eOn nehovor\u00ed. Len po\u010d\u00fava.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

A tak aj je.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tich\u00fd mu\u017e medzi plame\u0148mi, parou a oce\u013eou. Ruky pracuj\u00fa presne, takmer bezchybne. Ako keby jeho hlas pre\u0161iel do prstov, do no\u017ea, do rytmu pr\u00e1ce. Ako keby v\u0161etko, \u010do kedysi chcel poveda\u0165, teraz hovoril len cez jedlo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ke\u010f sa ve\u010der skon\u010d\u00ed a posledn\u00e9 taniere opustia v\u00fddaj zdvihne hlavu vyzle\u010die si z\u00e1steru, prehod\u00ed bundu cez plecia a od\u00edde. Bez rozl\u00fa\u010dky. Bez jedin\u00e9ho slova.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jeho telo prech\u00e1dza ulicami dediny a nas\u00e1va chlad, ktor\u00fd s\u00e1m nevn\u00edma. Kr\u00e1\u010da pomaly, akoby ho nohy niesli samy, bez rozhodnutia. Ide \u010falej, a\u017e ho pohlt\u00ed tma a zima.<\/span><\/p>\n

R\u00e1no je sp\u00e4\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ako v\u017edy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Presne na\u010das. Sklon\u00ed hlavu a pokra\u010duje v pr\u00edprave, akoby noc neexistovala.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dnes\u00a0 je kuchy\u0148a pokojnej\u0161ia. Pracuje len on a \u0161\u00e9f. Ten pochoduje hore dole a nakoniec povie: \u201eDnes mus\u00edm na p\u00e1r hod\u00edn od\u00eds\u0165, bude to tu treba podr\u017ea\u0165.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Tich\u00fd kuch\u00e1r sa na\u0148ho prv\u00fd raz pozrie. Len na chv\u00ed\u013eu. Potom mierne prik\u00fdvne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eZvl\u00e1dnem to s\u00e1m,\u201c povie \u0161eptom.<\/span><\/p>\n

V kuchyni nastane kr\u00e1tke ticho.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u0160\u00e9f sa na\u0148ho chv\u00ed\u013eu pozer\u00e1, akoby si nebol ist\u00fd, \u010di ten hlas naozaj po\u010dul. Potom sa mu na tv\u00e1ri mihne v\u010fa\u010dnos\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201e\u010eakujem.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Kuch\u00e1r len prik\u00fdvne.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dvere sa zatvoria. Kroky ut\u00edchnu. Kuchy\u0148a zostane jemu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Plamene hor\u00e1kov \u0161umia. No\u017ee le\u017eia pripraven\u00e9. Z dia\u013eky dolieha tlmen\u00fd smiech host\u00ed. A uprostred v\u0161etk\u00e9ho stoj\u00ed on \u2014 s\u00e1m.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chv\u00ed\u013eu pracuje. Automaticky. Ist\u00fd pohyb za ist\u00fdm pohybom. Olej, maslo, m\u00e4so, so\u013e.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Zastane.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oprie sa dla\u0148ami o pult a sklon\u00ed hlavu.<\/span><\/p>\n

A rozpla\u010de sa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nie prudko. Nie nahlas. Len ticho, akoby ani pla\u010d nemal pr\u00e1vo znie\u0165. Slzy dopadaj\u00fa na chladn\u00fa oce\u013e a on tam stoj\u00ed, zlomen\u00fd uprostred pr\u00e1ce, uprostred d\u0148a, uprostred \u017eivota, ktor\u00fd \u010falej pokra\u010duje bez oh\u013eadu na to, \u010do \u010dlovek stratil.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zavrie o\u010di.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u010eakujem\u201d pre\u010do je to teraz tak\u00e9 jednoduch\u00e9? Pre\u010do \u2026?<\/span><\/p>\n

Dym zahlt\u00ed jeho myslenie, \u00fasmev sa zjav\u00ed na jeho tv\u00e1ri.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ruky sa h\u00fdbu samy. M\u00e4so sy\u010d\u00ed, maslo pen\u00ed, no\u017ee dopadaj\u00fa presne tam, kde maj\u00fa. Kuchy\u0148a \u017eije a on s \u0148ou. V\u0161etko m\u00e1 svoje miesto. V\u0161etko d\u00e1va zmysel.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cink. Pozrie bokom. Spr\u00e1va. Usmeje sa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cink, cink. Jedna za druhou. Utiera si ruky o z\u00e1steru a vezme mobil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eKedy skon\u010d\u00ed\u0161?\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eCh\u00fdba\u0161 mi.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201ePr\u00eddem pre teba..\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Usmeje sa viac. Kr\u00e1tko, prirodzene. \u201eO chv\u00ed\u013eu.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Na okamih sa zastav\u00ed. V tej sekunde je v\u0161etko jednoduch\u00e9. Je tu. Ona je tu. Svet dr\u017e\u00ed pokope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mobil odlo\u017e\u00ed a pokra\u010duje.<\/span><\/p>\n

Len\u017ee nie\u010do sa pohne. Ticho. Nen\u00e1padne. Ako tie\u0148, ktor\u00fd e\u0161te nem\u00e1 tvar. Z ni\u010doho ni\u010d sa mu v hlave objav\u00ed obraz. Ona stoj\u00ed pred re\u0161taur\u00e1ciou. \u010cak\u00e1. Niekto prejde okolo nej. Mo\u017eno sa zastav\u00ed. Mo\u017eno nie\u010do povie. Mo\u017eno sa usmeje.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zbyto\u010dn\u00e9. Zatla\u010d\u00ed to pre\u010d a pracuje \u010falej.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cink. Pozrie znova.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eE\u0161te chv\u00ed\u013eu \u2764\ufe0f\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Mal\u00e9, tepl\u00e9 srdce. A predsa ho nedok\u00e1\u017ee c\u00edti\u0165 cel\u00e9. Len \u010das\u0165. T\u00e1 druh\u00e1 u\u017e rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013ea \u2014 kto tam bude, s k\u00fdm sa stretne, pre\u010do m\u00e1 potrebu \u00eds\u0165 e\u0161te niekam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zovrie mobil o trochu silnej\u0161ie, hne\u010f ho pust\u00ed. Zhlboka sa nad\u00fdchne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eNerob to,\u201c povie si v duchu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vie to. Vie, \u017ee to nie je skuto\u010dn\u00e9. Vie, \u017ee ju miluje. Vie, \u017ee ona miluje jeho. A predsa ten pocit neod\u00edde. Len \u010dak\u00e1.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ve\u010der stoj\u00ed pri \u0148om. Bl\u00edzko, pokojn\u00e1, tak ako v\u017edy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eP\u00f4jdeme e\u0161te von.\u201c povie jemne.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pozrie na \u0148u. Na chv\u00ed\u013eu.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eS k\u00fdm?\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eS kamar\u00e1tkou\u2026 mo\u017eno e\u0161te niekto pr\u00edde,\u201c odpovie ticho.<\/span><\/p>\n

Prik\u00fdvne, no v hrudi sa mu nie\u010do stiahne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eNemus\u00ed\u0161 \u00eds\u0165,\u201c povie sk\u00f4r, ne\u017e to stihne zastavi\u0165. Hne\u010f to oprav\u00ed. \u201eTeda\u2026 ak chce\u0161, cho\u010f.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Pozrie na\u0148ho dlh\u0161ie. Rozumie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eAk nechce\u0161, nep\u00f4jdem,\u201c povie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bez tlaku. Bez obrany. Len pre neho.<\/span><\/p>\n

A to je najhor\u0161ie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Preto\u017ee vie, \u017ee by ju mal necha\u0165. Vie, \u017ee by mal poveda\u0165 \u201echo\u010f\u201c a myslie\u0165 to naozaj. Ale ten pocit\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eJa len nechcem\u2026\u201c za\u010dne, no nedokon\u010d\u00ed. Nevysvetl\u00ed to bez toho, aby to znelo zle. \u201eNechcem \u0165a obmedzova\u0165.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sa jemne usmeje. \u201eTak idem na chv\u00ed\u013eu\u2026 dobre?\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Prik\u00fdvne. \u201eDobre.\u201c A tentoraz to znie spr\u00e1vne. Aspo\u0148 navonok.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ke\u010f od\u00edde, v\u0161etko ostane rovnak\u00e9. Len on nie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pracuje presne, automaticky. Ale v hlave sa mu vracia ten ist\u00fd obraz. Znovu a znovu. Mo\u017enosti, nie realita. A predsa silnej\u0161ie ne\u017e \u010doko\u013evek skuto\u010dn\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dni plyn\u00fa a ona sa prisp\u00f4sobuje. \u201eAk ti to vad\u00ed, nep\u00f4jdem.\u201c \u201eAk chce\u0161, ostanem.\u201c Nikdy netla\u010d\u00ed, nikdy neodporuje. Len uber\u00e1 zo seba.<\/span><\/p>\n

A jej svet sa pomaly zmen\u0161uje. Menej smiechu, menej \u013eud\u00ed, menej nej.<\/span><\/p>\n

On to vid\u00ed. Ale inak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vid\u00ed, \u017ee je pri \u0148om. \u017de ost\u00e1va. \u017de ho miluje.<\/span><\/p>\n

Raz sa to vyslov\u00ed. Nie nahlas, nie priamo, len ako my\u0161lienka, ktor\u00e1 sa u\u017e ned\u00e1 potla\u010di\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eOn ti st\u00e1le p\u00ed\u0161e.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Pozrie na\u0148ho. \u201eJe to len kolega.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Prik\u00fdvne. Vie to. A z\u00e1rove\u0148 tomu never\u00ed \u00faplne. Nezn\u00e1\u0161a to, \u010do si jeho hlava dok\u00e1\u017ee vytvori\u0165.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eLen\u2026 nie je mi to pr\u00edjemn\u00e9,\u201c povie ticho.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona prik\u00fdvne. Neodporuje, neobhajuje sa. \u201eDobre,\u201c odpovie.<\/span><\/p>\n

A t\u00fdm to skon\u010d\u00ed. Navonok.<\/span><\/p>\n

O p\u00e1r dn\u00ed nesk\u00f4r sed\u00ed pri \u0148om. Ticho, pokojne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eM\u00e1me koncoro\u010dn\u00fa ve\u010deru v pr\u00e1ci,\u201c povie opatrne. \u201eP\u00f4jdem tam\u2026 dobre?\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Zastane. Len na chv\u00ed\u013eu. V hlave sa mu rozbehne v\u0161etko naraz. Obrazy, hlasy, mo\u017enosti, ktor\u00e9 sa nikdy nestali, no p\u00f4sobia skuto\u010dnej\u0161ie ne\u017e realita.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vie, \u010do by mal poveda\u0165. Vie, \u017ee by mal poveda\u0165 \u201echo\u010f\u201c.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pozrie na \u0148u.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eNechcem, aby si i\u0161la.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Nevy\u010d\u00edta. Nekri\u010d\u00ed. Len to povie.<\/span><\/p>\n

A t\u00fdm je rozhodnut\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sa na\u0148ho pozer\u00e1. Nie nahnevane. Len ticho.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eDobre,\u201c odpovie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ve\u010der zostan\u00fa doma. Ved\u013ea seba. A predsa nie \u00faplne spolu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ke\u010f zasp\u00ed, ostane hore. Pozer\u00e1 do tmy a rozpla\u010de sa. Ticho, aby ju nezobudil. Aby to nikto nevidel. Aby ani on s\u00e1m nemusel \u00faplne prizna\u0165, \u010do sa v \u0148om deje.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vie, \u017ee to pokazil. Vie, \u017ee to nebolo spr\u00e1vne. Vie, \u017ee ju zase o nie\u010do pripravil.<\/span><\/p>\n

A predsa\u2026 v tej chv\u00edli nedok\u00e1zal inak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ke\u010f sa pla\u010d ut\u00ed\u0161i, \u013eahne si bli\u017e\u0161ie k nej. Ona sa pohne. Nezaspala \u00faplne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eMiluje\u0161 ma?\u201c sp\u00fdta sa potichu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hlas m\u00e1 jemn\u00fd, no pod n\u00edm je strach. Skuto\u010dn\u00fd.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zdvihne sa na lake\u0165 a pozrie na \u0148u. \u201e\u00c1no, milujem \u0165a\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Chv\u00ed\u013eu ml\u010d\u00ed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eOstane\u0161 so mnou?\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Zhlboka sa nad\u00fdchne. \u201eNedok\u00e1zal by som \u017ei\u0165 bez teba.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Prisun\u00fa sa k sebe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chv\u00ed\u013eu je ticho. Potom ju pohlad\u00ed po vlasoch, pomaly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eMiluje\u0161 ma?\u201c sp\u00fdta sa znovu.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eSi jedin\u00e1, ktor\u00fa chcem vo svojom \u017eivote,\u201c za\u0161epk\u00e1.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zatvor\u00ed o\u010di a pokra\u010duje, akoby hovoril sk\u00f4r sebe ne\u017e jej.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eVezmem \u0165a\u2026\u201c na chv\u00ed\u013eu sa zastav\u00ed, h\u013ead\u00e1 slov\u00e1, \u201e\u2026vezmem \u0165a, otvor\u00edm dvere tu\u201d chyt\u00ed sa za hru\u010f \u201ca vlo\u017e\u00edm \u0165a do svojho srdca. Tam bude\u0161 b\u00fdva\u0165. Je cel\u00e9 tvoje.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sa k nemu pritla\u010d\u00ed bli\u017e\u0161ie. Chce tomu veri\u0165. Tak ve\u013emi.<\/span><\/p>\n

On potrebuje len ju.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona potrebuje aj svet.<\/span><\/p>\n

A l\u00e1ska, akoko\u013evek ve\u013ek\u00e1, nedok\u00e1\u017ee v\u017edy nahradi\u0165 priestor na d\u00fdchanie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dni plyn\u00fa navonok pokojne. Bez ve\u013ek\u00fdch v\u00fdbuchov, bez sc\u00e9n. Len drobnosti, ktor\u00e9 sa opakuj\u00fa. Poh\u013eady, ktor\u00e9 trvaj\u00fa o sekundu dlh\u0161ie. Ot\u00e1zky, ktor\u00e9 nemusia zaznie\u0165 nahlas. Ticho, ktor\u00e9 sa medzi nimi us\u00e1dza \u010doraz \u010dastej\u0161ie.<\/span><\/p>\n

On sa sna\u017e\u00ed, dr\u017e\u00ed to v sebe, preh\u013ata slov\u00e1 sk\u00f4r, ne\u017e vyjd\u00fa von. Presvied\u010da sa, \u017ee tentoraz bude in\u00fd.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ale sta\u010d\u00ed m\u00e1lo. Spr\u00e1va, ktor\u00fa si v\u0161imne. Meno, ktor\u00e9 sa mu zachyt\u00ed v hlave. Spomienka na nie\u010do, \u010do sa nikdy nestalo, no znie to presved\u010divo. A znovu to pr\u00edde. Nie prudko, sk\u00f4r unavene.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eTen kolega\u2026\u201c za\u010dne.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zastav\u00ed sa. Vie, \u017ee to nem\u00e1 v\u00fdznam. Vie, \u017ee to u\u017e po\u010dula. A predsa to povie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sa na\u0148ho pozrie, nevy\u010d\u00edta, len pozrie unavene. A to je hor\u0161ie ne\u017e \u010doko\u013evek predt\u00fdm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eJa to nezvl\u00e1dam,\u201c povie ticho. Bez em\u00f3cie, bez obrany. Len kon\u0161tatovanie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ticho medzi nimi je \u0165a\u017ek\u00e9. On sklon\u00ed poh\u013ead. Vie, \u010do t\u00fdm mysl\u00ed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eJa sa sna\u017e\u00edm,\u201c dod\u00e1 e\u0161te ako posledn\u00fd pokus vysvetli\u0165, \u017ee v tom nie je zl\u00e1 v\u00f4\u013ea.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pozrie na \u0148u. Vid\u00ed ju naozaj. Ako stoj\u00ed pred n\u00edm, st\u00e1le tam, st\u00e1le s n\u00edm \u2014 a predsa u\u017e akoby na pol cesty pre\u010d. Vid\u00ed, \u017ee nie je \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1.<\/span><\/p>\n

A prv\u00fdkr\u00e1t to len\u00a0 prijme.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pomaly prik\u00fdvne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201eViem.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

To slovo vis\u00ed vo vzduchu. Bez boja. Bez \u010fal\u0161\u00edch viet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sklop\u00ed o\u010di. Mo\u017eno \u010dakala, \u017ee ju zastav\u00ed. \u017de povie nie\u010do viac.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ale on ju nedok\u00e1\u017ee dr\u017ea\u0165 \u010falej takto, pr\u00e1ve preto, \u017ee ju tak miluje.<\/span><\/p>\n

Medzi nimi je ticho.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00fa bl\u00edzko a z\u00e1rove\u0148 tak \u010faleko.<\/span><\/p>\n

A v tom tichu sa to skon\u010d\u00ed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Pr\u00e1zdny byt. Pr\u00e1zdny \u017eivot.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zo s\u013az ju vymodeluje. Tak\u00fa, ak\u00fa ju chce ma\u0165 vo svojej pam\u00e4ti. Bez ch\u00fdb, bez strachu, bez momentov, ktor\u00e9 ich vz\u010fa\u013eovali. Polo\u017e\u00ed si ju na dla\u0148 a otvor\u00ed dvere svojho pr\u00e1zdneho, \u0161ed\u00e9ho srdca. Vst\u00fapi. A k\u00fdm ich zavrie, vojde tam s \u0148ou. Tam teraz b\u00fdva. Tam sa c\u00edti milovan\u00fd.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jeho telo ost\u00e1va vonku. Pr\u00e1zdna schr\u00e1nka, ktor\u00e1 zabezpe\u010duje len be\u017en\u00fd \u017eivot. Bez cie\u013ea. Bez energie. Len kr\u00e1\u010da \u0161ed\u00fdmi ulicami a vn\u00edma zn\u00e1my chlad, ktor\u00fd u\u017e ani nevn\u00edma.<\/span><\/p>\n

Je r\u00e1no. Telo doraz\u00ed do pr\u00e1ce a za\u010dne obvykl\u00fd re\u017eim. Pohyby s\u00fa presn\u00e9, nau\u010den\u00e9, zameran\u00e9 len na realitu, ktor\u00fa zvl\u00e1da. V\u0161etko ide ako m\u00e1. A\u017e na mal\u00fa chybu. N\u00f4\u017e sa zachyt\u00ed inak, ne\u017e m\u00e1. Sekunda nepozornosti. Ostrie sa zare\u017ee do prsta. Strhne sa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tma.<\/span><\/p>\n

Je cel\u00fd chladn\u00fd. Na \u010dele kvapky potu. Trasie sa. Otvor\u00ed o\u010di. Le\u017e\u00ed na posteli v teplej izbe, prikryt\u00fd perinou s kvetinov\u00fdm vzorom. Dych sa mu pomaly vracia. Chv\u00ed\u013eu len le\u017e\u00ed a sna\u017e\u00ed sa pochopi\u0165, kde je. Potom sa oto\u010d\u00ed do\u013eava a uc\u00edti ju. Jej v\u00f4\u0148u. Teplo po svojom boku.<\/span><\/p>\n

Na okamih tomu never\u00ed. Ale t\u00e1 v\u00f4\u0148a je skuto\u010dn\u00e1. Ob\u00edme ju a jeho \u017eivot sa v tej chv\u00edli napln\u00ed \u0161\u0165ast\u00edm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ona sa pohne, preberie sa. Pozrie na\u0148ho, vid\u00ed jeho v\u00fdraz. Jemne sa usmeje, pobozk\u00e1 ho a potichu povie: \u201eBol to len sen.\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

Vstan\u00fa z postele. R\u00e1no je tich\u00e9, pokojn\u00e9. Na slne\u010dnej terase si urobia k\u00e1vu. Sed\u00ed oproti nej a vn\u00edma ka\u017ed\u00fd detail \u2014 svetlo, jej pohyb, jej pr\u00edtomnos\u0165. Je tu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Odch\u00e1dza do pr\u00e1ce. Kuchy\u0148a ho v\u00edta t\u00fdm ist\u00fdm hlukom, t\u00fdm ist\u00fdm rytmom. Z\u00e1stera, n\u00f4\u017e, plame\u0148. Za\u010dne smenu. Tentoraz ale s \u00fasmevom, s pocitom, \u017ee \u017eivot je naplnen\u00fd.<\/span><\/p>\n

A medzi zvukmi objedn\u00e1vok teraz znovu po\u010duje to kr\u00e1sne cink.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Jesenn\u00fd podve\u010der. Ticho naru\u0161\u00ed len nezbedn\u00e1 \u010dajka nes\u00faca sa nad jazerom. Placht\u00ed na vln\u00e1ch v\u00e1nku, ktor\u00fd sa prediera cez vysok\u00fa tr\u00e1vu na brehu a\u017e k noh\u00e1m mal\u00e9ho Jan\u00ed\u010dka. Ten jeho dotyk sotva vn\u00edma. O\u010di m\u00e1 upret\u00e9 na panensk\u00e9 \u0161t\u00edty mohutn\u00e9ho \u013eadovca v dia\u013eke \u2014 \u013eadovca, pod ktor\u00fdm sa odohr\u00e1va n\u00e1\u0161 pr\u00edbeh. Pod \u013eadovcom sa dedinka […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":589,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[399],"tags":[415,90,416,312],"class_list":["post-588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-paradoxa-sk","tag-jealousy","tag-laska","tag-paradox","tag-silence-sk"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/588","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=588"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/588\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":595,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/588\/revisions\/595"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/589"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}