Joana Vreto – Patat e egra (Tregim)<\/p>\n
Ishte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e lag\u00ebsht dhe kallamishtet thyheshin pa zhurm\u00eb, n\u00ebn \u00e7izmet e dy njer\u00ebzve, q\u00eb ecnin t\u00eb heshtur buz\u00eb k\u00ebnet\u00ebs. Ai, q\u00eb ecte i pari dhe plot siguri, dukej m\u00eb i ri. Pas i shkonte, me nj\u00eb pamje t\u00eb p\u00ebrvuajtur, si \u00e7izmet q\u00eb kishte veshur, nj\u00eb plak, i cili nuk mbante \u00e7ifte me vete.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb dy ecnin pak t\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur, sepse deg\u00ebt e shelgjeve, q\u00eb vareshin mbi ta, ua v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsonin rrug\u00ebn. Dielli sikur luante at\u00eb dit\u00eb me plakun. Kur dilte pak nga ret\u00eb e i ngrohte k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, gjys\u00ebm t\u00eb lagura, ai e ndiente, se Per\u00ebndis\u00eb i vinte keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Por, kur p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, “tekanjozi”, fshihej n\u00eb preh\u00ebrin e reve t\u00eb eg\u00ebrsuara, plaku i varf\u00ebr mendonte, se Zoti ndoshta, po e nd\u00ebshkonte p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb m\u00ebkat t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
Sikur t’ia kishte lexuar mendimet, djaloshi, q\u00eb rrezatonte nj\u00eb bukuri e hijeshi rinore, ia nd\u00ebrpreu meditimin duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb: – Nuk e kuptoj, p\u00ebrse djalli nuk ju l\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb juve q\u00eb jeni besimtar\u00eb. Mua nuk m\u00eb shqet\u00ebson. Z\u00ebri i tij, kishte nj\u00eb ton tall\u00ebs, t\u00eb cilin nuk p\u00ebrpiqej aspak ta fshihte.<\/p>\n
Plaku e kuptoi, por, megjithat\u00eb, nuk iu p\u00ebrgjigj. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, si p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, patat e egra nuk po dukeshin n\u00eb k\u00ebnet\u00eb. T\u00eb krijohej p\u00ebrshtypja, se ata t\u00eb dy kishin dal\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb luftuar me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin. I riu e humbi d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjuajtur. Heshtja e plakut po e nervozonte pa mas\u00eb. Ku e gjente k\u00ebt\u00eb qet\u00ebsi ky plak i mallkuar?!<\/p>\n
Kallamishtet e mbushura me mushkonja u tund\u00ebn. Nj\u00eb kor i gjat\u00eb krah\u00ebsh, u d\u00ebgjua dhe m\u00eb pas pata t\u00eb egra fluturuan drejt qiellit. K\u00ebto, e shkund\u00ebn nga mendimet dhe ai me nj\u00eb pasion t\u00eb \u00e7mendur, q\u00eb rritej nga e sht\u00ebna n\u00eb t\u00eb sht\u00ebn\u00eb, kaloi n\u00eb bot\u00ebn e sfiduese t\u00eb gjuetis\u00eb. K\u00ebtu ai e ndiente veten t\u00eb fort\u00eb. Ishte vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr vet\u00ebm me shpend\u00ebt e pambrojtura. Kjo ishte jeta dhe jo ajo, q\u00eb mendonte \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimtari plak. Po ku mund ta kuptonte ai, q\u00eb kishte humbur lirin\u00eb dit\u00ebn, duke hyr\u00eb n\u00ebn skllav\u00ebrin\u00eb e Per\u00ebndis\u00eb s\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n
Jo larg, q\u00ebndronte plaku, i cili dukej sikur lutej p\u00ebr patat… Ah, sikur t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoj\u00eb ajo q\u00eb fluturon atje tej, mbi at\u00eb shelg. Esht\u00eb kaq e re dhe e bukur. Ndoshta sot \u00ebsht\u00eb fluturimi i saj i par\u00eb. Ja, edhe pend\u00ebt i ka ndryshe. Ky pasanik i p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur vazhdon t\u00eb shtjer\u00eb pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb. Dhe vret p\u00ebr zbavitje dhe k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi. Ai mendon se sot \u00ebsht\u00eb zot i jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tyre. Ndofta, gjuetia do t’i dukej m\u00eb interesante, po t\u00eb kishte njer\u00ebz n\u00eb vend t\u00eb patave…<\/p>\n
M\u00eb n\u00eb fund t\u00eb sht\u00ebnat pushuan.<\/p>\n
– Hej, plak, shko t\u00eb mbledh\u00ebsh patat. Dhe shiko, n\u00eb fillim t\u00eb mbledh\u00ebsh ato t\u00eb plagosurat, se mund t\u00eb na ikin. Ato q\u00eb kan\u00eb ngordhur nuk kan\u00eb si t\u00eb na shp\u00ebtojn\u00eb, – dhe nj\u00eb e qeshur e lig\u00eb shp\u00ebrtheu prej buz\u00ebve t\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n
Plaku, i bindur, shkoi t\u00eb zbatonte urdh\u00ebrin e padronit t\u00eb tij. Tek nxitonte me hapa t\u00eb lodhur pa dy pata t\u00eb plagosura, q\u00eb p\u00ebrp\u00ebliteshin dhe donin t’i shp\u00ebtonin, por ishin aq t\u00eb dob\u00ebta sa ai arriti ti kapte me gjith\u00eb ngatht\u00ebsin\u00eb e tij.<\/p>\n
Por, nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, q\u00eb ishte fshehur kushedi se ku, arriti t’i shp\u00ebtoj\u00eb dhe duke rrahur flatrat fort, u ngrit fluturimthi. Ishte ajo, pata e re, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ishte lutur plaku, dhe atij di\u00e7ka ia ngrohu zemr\u00ebn, m\u00eb shum\u00eb se dielli i korrikut. G\u00ebzimi i mbushi gjith\u00eb qenien.<\/p>\n
Ky g\u00ebzim nuk mund ta ndri\u00e7onte fytyr\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb rrudhur. E megjithat\u00eb, pasaniku i ri, vuri re di\u00e7ka, kur plaku po vinte drejt tij duke mbajtur n\u00eb dor\u00eb patat e ngordhura.<\/p>\n
– C’\u00ebsht\u00eb gjith\u00eb ky g\u00ebzim, o plak! Ty, gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb trishton gjuetia, – e pyeti duke u djegur prej kureshtjes.<\/p>\n
– Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb zot\u00ebri, por sot Per\u00ebndia m\u00eb m\u00ebsoi di\u00e7ka t\u00eb re.<\/p>\n
– “Esht\u00eb me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb i \u00e7mendur”, – mendoi djali me vete nd\u00ebrsa tha: – E \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoi?<\/p>\n
– Ju m\u00eb pyet\u00ebt m\u00eb par\u00eb, s\u00eb, p\u00ebrse ne na tundon i keqi, nd\u00ebrsa juve jo. Ja cila \u00ebsht\u00eb arsyeja. Ne, jemi si patat e plagosura, q\u00eb mund t’i shp\u00ebtojm\u00eb gjuetarit, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb vdekjes, prandaj ai rend pas nesh p\u00ebr t\u00eb na ndaluar fluturimin. Kurseju, jeni p\u00ebr t\u00eb si patat e ngordhura, t\u00eb cilat nuk mund t\u00eb shp\u00ebtojn\u00eb. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb arsyeja, q\u00eb ne jemi n\u00eb tundim t\u00eb vazhduesh\u00ebm. E megjith\u00ebse t\u00eb plagosura nga m\u00ebkati, me mundim ngrihemi drejt qiellit kur forcohemi dhe jemi t\u00eb pakapsh\u00ebm, sepse shpirti yn\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb gjall\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrsa shpirti juaj, ka vdekur n\u00eb dit\u00ebn, q\u00eb harroi fluturimin.<\/p>\n
Z\u00ebri i plakut mbushi pyllin, nd\u00ebrsa djaloshi vazhdonte rrug\u00ebn indiferent. A mund t\u00eb ngjallen patat e vrara?<\/p>\n
Por plaku fliste dhe lutej p\u00ebr patat e vrara dhe p\u00ebr njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb ngjajn\u00eb me to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tregim moral nga Joana Vreto mbi nj\u00eb plak besimtar dhe nj\u00eb djalosh pasanik gjat\u00eb gjuetis\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"nentitulli":"Tregim","numri":"6 (33)","viti":"1995","muaji":"Qershor","muaji_numer":"6","dita":"","faqet":"[8]","fjale_kyce":"[\"plaku\", \"pasanik\", \"gjueti\", \"pata e egra\", \"m\u00ebkat\", \"shpirti\", \"Zoti\", \"tundim\"]","permbledhje":"Tregim moral nga Joana Vreto mbi nj\u00eb plak besimtar dhe nj\u00eb djalosh pasanik gjat\u00eb gjuetis\u00eb.","autori":"Joana Vreto","kategoria":"Tregim \/ Let\u00ebrsi","kryeredaktor":""},"ngjallja_kategoria":[9782],"ngjallja_autori":[9783],"ngjallja_viti":[9667],"ngjallja_kryeredaktor":[],"class_list":["post-83336","ngjallja_article","type-ngjallja_article","status-publish","hentry","ngjallja_kategoria-tregim-letersi","ngjallja_autori-joana-vreto","ngjallja_viti-9667"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n