{"id":4730,"date":"2026-09-20T11:34:53","date_gmt":"2026-09-20T11:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/saptamana.md\/?p=4730"},"modified":"2026-10-07T09:12:31","modified_gmt":"2026-10-07T09:12:31","slug":"noie-rotaru-cu-asta-traiesc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/saptamana.md\/index.php\/2026\/09\/20\/noie-rotaru-cu-asta-traiesc\/","title":{"rendered":"Noie ROTARU: \u201dCu asta tr\u0103iesc\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Noie Rotaru e de ani buni \u00een Israel.\u00a0 Acolo munce\u0219te. Aici sunt toate celelalte. Copil\u0103ria, ba\u0219tina, amintirile, mama, so\u021bia, fiica, \u0219coala\u00a0 la care \u00eenc\u0103 i se pot citi urmele. A scris c\u00e2teva poezii. Nu \u00eendr\u0103znim s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegem dac\u0103 vor ajunge \u00een istorii ale literaturii. Tot ce putem spune e c\u0103 a c\u0103utat cuvinte pentru a\u0219i spune g\u00e2ndurile. Nu e mult? E totul.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti
\nAu trecut mul\u021bi ani,
\nS-au dus toamne \u0219i veri,
\nDar \u0219coala ne a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nCa-n vremuri de ieri.
\nPe v\u00e2rful unui deal,
\nCu cerul peste ea,
\nPe-al boierului Teodosiu p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

Zidit\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt cu cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u0218coala \u00een z\u0103ri str\u0103lucea.
\n\u00cen clasa \u00eent\u00e2i,
\nCu drag am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat,
\nPrimele litere-am scris,
\nPrimele cuvinte-am rostit.
\nCu prima-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103toare,
\n\u0218i colegii mei dragi,
\nAm alergat prin curte,
\nCu vise mari \u0219i pa\u0219i.
\nPrimul nostru fotbal,
\nPrimele competi\u021bii,
\nNe \u00eentreceam cu drag,
\nCu dor \u0219i ambi\u021bii.
\n\u00cen micul atelier,
\nMunceam cu drag \u0219i spor,
\nUn ciutor f\u0103ceam cu m\u00e2na,
\nCu suflet \u0219i cu dor.
\nLotul \u0219colii ne chema,
\nLa munc\u0103 \u0219i la soare,
\nIar merele dulci de-acolo
\nNe erau s\u0103rb\u0103toare.
\nAu fost \u0219i vremuri grele,
\nCu anii de ateism,
\nDin curtea bisericii
\nNe goneau spre comunism.
\nDar toate-au fost c\u00e2ndva,
\n\u0218i toate-au r\u0103mas
\nAmintiri. Mai triste, mai dragi,
\nChemate \u0219i azi.
\nC\u00e2nd ast\u0103zi ne \u00eentoarcem,
\nCu lacrimi de bucurie,
\nNe-apar \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 dasc\u0103lii,
\n\u0218i \u0219coala din copil\u0103rie.
\nAu fost ani, au fost colegi,
\nAu fost \u0219i profesori,
\nAu fost at\u00e2tea amintiri,
\n\u0218i-at\u00e2tea s\u0103rb\u0103tori.
\n\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti,
\n\u00cen suflet va r\u0103m\u00e2ne,
\nV\u0103 salut\u0103m cu plec\u0103ciune,
\nDasc\u0103li de ieri \u0219i de m\u00e2ine!
\nCu respect \u0219i cu iubire,
\nV\u0103 spunem tuturor:
\nMul\u021bumim pentru copil\u0103rie,
\n\u00cenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tori \u0219i profesori!<\/p>\n

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A\u0219a se face banul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i eu, \u0219i tu, \u0219i ea, \u0219i el<\/p>\n

Ar vrea s-ajung\u0103-n Israel<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fac\u0103 pasul \u00eenainte<\/p>\n

Chema\u021bi de locurile sfinte<\/p>\n

Acas\u0103 la\u0219i copii \u0219i mame<\/p>\n

Pentru un\u00a0 trai un pic mai bun<\/p>\n

E poate-aici, sau-n alt\u0103 parte<\/p>\n

Locul acela. Cum s\u0103-\u021bi spun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-ajungi \u00een case reci, str\u0103ine.<\/p>\n

Ca un canar \u00een colivie.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 duminici, f\u0103r\u0103 bucurie<\/p>\n

E doar triste\u021bea l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.<\/p>\n

Un om strain mereu te cheam\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-l \u00eengrije\u0219ti ca pe-a\u00a0 ta mam\u0103<\/p>\n

I-ar\u0103\u021bi cum soarele r\u0103sare<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2t e dragostea de mare.<\/p>\n

\u0218i r\u00e2zi, \u0219i pl\u00e2ngi, \u0219i-\u021bi este jale<\/p>\n

\u0218i nici nu \u0219tii ce-i r\u0103u,\u00a0 ce-i bine<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lacrimi \u0219tergi pe-o fa\u021b\u0103 care<\/p>\n

E-o bucruie care-apune.<\/p>\n

Tu nu e\u0219ti singur, uite-n jur,<\/p>\n

E-o lume care e ca tine<\/p>\n

Din tot ce-i\u00a0 r\u0103u tu cau\u021bi bine.<\/p>\n

C\u0103nd ziua-aduce-n diminea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu doar lumina. \u0218i speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Parascovia \u2014 nume de mam\u0103!
\n<\/strong>\"\"
\n\u00cen toamna bl\u00e2nd\u0103, printre flori,
\nIar crizantemele -nfloresc,
\n\u0218i eu \u00ee\u021bi spun, tr\u0103ind fiori<\/p>\n

O, scump\u0103 mama, te iubesc.<\/p>\n

Strig \u201dParascovia\u201d, nume sf\u00e2nt
\nCu r\u0103d\u0103cini din vremi str\u0103bune,
\nE\u0219ti astrul meu de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u0218i calea c\u0103tre fapte bune.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lume sunt at\u00e2tea nume,
\nFrumoase \u0219i de doruri pline,
\n\u00cel strig doar eu.\u00a0 Doar pe al t\u0103u \u00een ast\u0103 lume<\/p>\n

\u0218i-as vrea s\u0103 fii mereu cu mine.<\/p>\n

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Numele t\u0103u nu-I altul. Mama!<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi c\u00e2nt mereu c\u00e2ntec de dor.<\/p>\n

Din inim\u0103 mereu m\u0103 cheam\u0103
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 av\u00e2nt la tine-n zbor.<\/p>\n

Parascovia \u2014 nume t\u0103u, mama.
\nCu suflet bl\u00e2nd \u0219i iubitor,
\nDin inim\u0103 mereu m\u0103 cheam\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i-mi face via\u021ba c\u00e2mp cu flori.<\/p>\n

Parascovia, Parascovia,
\nNume drag, nume iubit,
\nParascovia, Parascovia,
\nSuflet bun \u0219i fericit.<\/p>\n

Parascovia, Parascovia,
\nMam\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103, chip senin,
\nParascovia, Parascovia,
\nMam\u0103 bun\u0103, chip divin.<\/p>\n

De ziua ta, iubit\u0103 mam\u0103,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie via\u021ba ca o floare,
\nCu s\u0103n\u0103tate \u0219i lumin\u0103,
\n\u0218i bucurii mereu sub soare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crinul din ograd\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nDumnezeu pe drumul meu
\nMi-a trimis un dar divin,
\nO iubire f\u0103r\u0103 seam\u0103n,
\nO fiin\u021b\u0103 ca un crin.<\/p>\n

Am s\u0103dit-o \u00een via\u021ba mea
\nCu iubire \u0219i c\u0103ldur\u0103,
\nDintre flori, e cea mai rar\u0103.
\nEa-i so\u021bia mea. Comoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Lilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nE\u0219ti iubirea mea de-o via\u021b\u0103,
\nE\u0219ti un crin \u00eenflorit
\nCe \u00eemi lumineaz\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103.
\nLilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nFloarea mea, \u00a0visarea mea,
\nC\u00e2t voi fi pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cemi vei umple inima.<\/p>\n

Te iubesc at\u00e2t de mult,
\nNici cuvinte n-am de-ajuns,
\nTu e\u0219ti sensul vie\u021bii mele,
\nTu e\u0219ti dorul meu ascuns.<\/p>\n

Mi-ai d\u0103ruit\u00a0 frumo\u0219i copii,
\n\u0218i casa-i plin\u0103 de iubire,
\n\u0218i-ai f\u0103cut din zile pustii
\nO poveste de \u00eemplinire.<\/p>\n

Lilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nE\u0219ti iubirea mea de-o via\u021b\u0103,
\nE\u0219ti un crin \u00eenflorit
\nCe-mi lumineaz\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103.
\nLilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nFloarea mea, iubita mea,
\nC\u00e2t voi fi pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cemi vei umple inima.<\/p>\n

Pentru tot ce mi-ai d\u0103ruit,<\/p>\n

Spun mereu \u201d\u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc\u201d
\n\u0218i a\u0219 alege iar \u0219i iar
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 tine s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n

Eu te ador f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\nTe-oi ubi a\u0219a \u00a0mereu,
\nE\u0219ti tot ce-n via\u021b\u0103 am iubit,
\nE\u0219ti darul de la Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

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Maria, Floare de Mai<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O floare-n cas\u0103-a r\u0103s\u0103rit ,
\n\u00cen via\u021ba noastr-a \u00eenflorit<\/p>\n

E fiica mea, fiica Maria<\/p>\n

Frumoas\u0103 cum e iasomia.<\/p>\n

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E pentru tata mare bucurie<\/p>\n

E cea mai scump\u0103 bog\u0103\u021bie<\/p>\n

E fiica mea, fiica Maria<\/p>\n

Cu ea \u00eencepe ve\u0219nicia.<\/p>\n

Maria, Maria, Maria,
\nTu e\u0219ti toat\u0103 bucuria,
\nE\u0219ti regina noastr\u0103 drag\u0103,
\n\u0218i e\u0219ti via\u021ba noastr-ntreag\u0103.<\/p>\n

Te ador\u0103m, te \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103m,
\n\u0218i \u00een inimi te p\u0103str\u0103m.<\/p>\n

Maria, copilul meu,
\nEu te voi iubi mereu.<\/p>\n

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Satul meu drag<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iujnoe, satul meu iubit,
\nIujnoe, cu drag te-am \u00eendr\u0103git,
\nIujnoe, cu dor te voi c\u00e2nta,
\nOriunde voi ajunge, \u00een suflet te-oi purta.<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 Vulc\u0103ne\u0219ti, \u00een vale,
\nSt\u0103 un sat cu oameni vrednici,
\nRom\u00e2ni, ucraineni \u0219i g\u0103g\u0103uzi,
\nUni\u021bi \u00een zile bune \u0219i-n necazuri.
\nCu ogoare roditoare,
\nCu livezi \u0219i holde-n soare,
\n\u0218i-au cl\u0103dit o nou\u0103 vatr\u0103,
\nPentru-ai lor copii de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Basarabia-n \u021bar\u0103
\nA intrat cu dor \u0219i rost,
\n\u00cen acte-ai fost trecut, odat\u0103,
\nTrub\u0103ie\u0219ti, precum ai fost.
\nAu trecut r\u0103zboaie, vremuri grele,
\nDar numele n-a pierit,
\nTrub\u0103ie\u0219ti, prin ele,
\n\u00cen amintire ai r\u0103mas, iubit.<\/p>\n

Trei limbi r\u0103sun\u0103-n vatr\u0103,
\nTrei izvoare de cuv\u00e2nt:
\nRom\u00e2na, rusa \u0219i g\u0103g\u0103uza
\nSe-mpletesc pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nFiecare grai \u00ee\u0219i poart\u0103
\nR\u0103d\u0103cina \u0219i trecutul,
\nIar \u00een sat, de-o via\u021b\u0103-ntreag\u0103,
\nSe-mpletesc cu drag cuv\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vara peste c\u00e2mp coboar\u0103,
\n\u0218i soarele arde-n zare,
\nHarbuji dulci se coc sub soare,
\nIar satul e \u00een s\u0103rb\u0103toare.
\nToamna, c\u00e2nd recolta vine,
\nSe umplu hambarele de rod,
\nPrin case-i p\u00e2ine \u0219i-i mai bine,
\nC\u0103 munca-i sf\u00e2nt\u0103 pentru-orice om.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Hramul satului sose\u0219te,
\n\u0218i clopotul r\u0103sun\u0103 lin,
\nMaica Domnului te p\u0103ze\u0219te
\nSub Sf\u00e2ntul Ei Acoper\u0103m\u00e2nt divin.
\nSe-adun\u0103 oamenii-n credin\u021b\u0103,
\nCu rug\u0103ciune \u0219i cu dor,
\nIar fiecare cas\u0103 poart\u0103
\nSperan\u021ba-n zi din viitor.<\/p>\n

Iujnoe, Iujnoe, satul meu iubit,
\nIujnoe, Iujnoe, cu drag te-am \u00eendr\u0103git,
\nIujnoe, Iujnoe, cu dor te voi c\u00e2nta,
\nOriunde voi ajunge, \u00een suflet te-oi purtaa.<\/p>\n

Iujnoe, sat cu oameni vrednici,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie drumul luminat,
\nS\u0103 ai mereu copii \u0219i tineri,
\n\u0218i-un viitor \u00eembel\u0219ugat.
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie casele-n lumin\u0103,
\nOgorul verde \u0219i bogat,
\nIar pacea \u00een vatr\u00ee s\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nIujnoe, satul meu curat!<\/p>\n

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S\u00c2NGEREI, ORA\u0218UL MEU DRAG<\/p>\n

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Pe c\u00e2mpia B\u0103l\u021biului, sub cerul azuriu,<\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngereiul meu drag, mereu \u00eel voi iubi.
\nDin vremea lui \u0218chiopu, din veacul de demult,
\nEra o mic\u0103 seli\u0219te, iar timpul a trecut.<\/p>\n

Din plaiuri de Bucovina, \u021b\u0103rani au poposit,
\nPe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu soare o vatr\u0103 \u0219i-au zidit.
\nRom\u00e2na, ucraineana, rusa \u2014 graiuri frumoase,
\nSe-aud \u0219i azi pe strad\u0103, \u00een inimi armonioase.<\/p>\n

Un s\u00e2nger, spune legenda, pe-aici c\u00e2ndva cre\u0219tea,
\nCu ramuri ro\u0219ii-n soare \u0219i numele-l d\u0103dea.
\nS\u00e2ngerei a fost odat\u0103, Lazovsc apoi s-a spus,
\nDar numele cel vechi, prin vreme, iar a fost adus.<\/p>\n

Aici au fost \u0219i oameni cu suflet luminat,
\nSavan\u021bi \u0219i poe\u021bi, arti\u0219ti cu har \u00eenzestrat,
\nSfin\u021bi \u0219i osta\u0219i de cinste, cu nume peste z\u0103ri,
\nCe-au dus faima ora\u0219ului pe drumuri \u0219i hotare.<\/p>\n

Aici mi-au fost str\u0103bunii, aici ei au tr\u0103it,
\nAici mama, copil\u0103, spre \u0219coal\u0103 a pornit.
\nAici, \u00een \u021b\u0103rna sf\u00e2nt\u0103, str\u0103bunii mei dorm,
\nIar eu, c\u00e2nd spun S\u00e2ngerei, \u00een suflet m\u0103 \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngerei, ba\u0219tina mamei, e \u0219i ba\u0219tina mea,
\nTe port \u00een orice clip\u0103, oriunde voi pleca.
\nCu Sf\u00e2ntul Gheorghe-n hram \u0219i oameni gospodari,
\nS\u0103 ne tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, S\u00e2ngerei, mul\u021bi ani \u0219i mul\u021bi ani mari!<\/p>\n

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Dou\u0103 vetre, dou\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini, un singur suflet<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiecare om poart\u0103 \u00een suflet o vatr\u0103. Uneori, \u00eens\u0103, via\u021ba ne d\u0103ruie\u0219te dou\u0103 \u2014 dou\u0103 locuri \u00eentre care se \u00eemparte copil\u0103ria, memoria \u0219i dorul.
\nPentru mine, aceste dou\u0103 vetre sunt Telene\u0219tiul \u0219i S\u00e2ngereiul.
\nTelene\u0219tiul este locul \u00een care am crescut, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, am f\u0103cut primii pa\u0219i spre lumea cea mare. Acolo am cunoscut \u0219coala, oamenii, uli\u021bele copil\u0103riei \u0219i bucuriile simple ale anilor care nu se mai \u00eentorc. Telene\u0219tiul este parte din mine \u0219i va r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu \u00een inima mea.
\nDar, undeva mai ad\u00e2nc, acolo unde memoria \u00ee\u0219i p\u0103streaz\u0103 cele mai vechi r\u0103d\u0103cini, se afl\u0103 S\u00e2ngereiul \u2014 vatra bunicilor mei.
\nAcolo m\u0103 \u00eentorc cu g\u00e2ndul la uli\u021bele pe care a copil\u0103rit mama, am copil\u0103rit eu. Nu pot uita nici de manele mele scumpe, surorile bunicului Ioan. Parc\u0103 \u00eei mai aud pa\u0219ii prin praful uli\u021bei, \u00eei v\u0103d copil\u0103ria printre casele de odinioar\u0103 \u0219i simt, peste ani, parfumul unei lumi pe care n-am tr\u0103it-o \u00een \u00eentregime, dar pe care am mo\u0219tenit-o prin pove\u0219tile ei.Astazi acea casa \u0219i ograda nu mai este. S-a schimbat totul. Aici locuiesc veri\u0219orii mei, veri\u0219oarele mamei.
\n\u0218i nu pot uita casa bunicii Olena \u0219i a bunicului Ioan de la strada, cat \u0219i casa m\u0103tu\u0219ilor mamei.. Ea se afla vizavi de Tipografia veche. Pentru mine, nu a fost doar o cas\u0103. A fost o bucat\u0103 din sufletul familiei, un loc \u00een care timpul parc\u0103 se oprea, iar oamenii dragi r\u0103m\u00e2neau pentru totdeauna tineri \u00een amintire. In acea mahala, dup\u0103 decesul bunicilor au r\u0103mas doar m\u0103tu\u0219ele mamei.
\nPoate c\u0103 ast\u0103zi multe s-au schimbat. Unele case din mahala au\u00a0 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, altele au fost demolate, uli\u021bele s-au transformat, oamenii au pleacat, iar anii a\u0219az\u0103 peste toate o t\u0103cere pe care numai memoria o mai poate str\u0103bate.
\nDar exist\u0103 locuri care nu dispar niciodat\u0103 din amintiri.
\nEle se mut\u0103 din lume \u00een suflet.
\nTelene\u0219tiul este vatra copil\u0103riei mele.
\nS\u00e2ngereiul este vatra r\u0103d\u0103cinilor mele.
\n\u00centre aceste dou\u0103 vetre mi s-a a\u0219ezat sufletul. Una \u00eemi vorbe\u0219te despre copil\u0103ria mea, cealalt\u0103 despre copil\u0103ria mame, cat \u0219i a mea \u0219i\u00a0 despre bunicii mei. Dou\u0103 locuri, dou\u0103 pove\u0219ti, dou\u0103 drumuri care, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u00een aceea\u0219i inim\u0103.
\n\u0218i poate tocmai de aceea am sim\u021bit nevoia s\u0103 scriu. Foarte pu\u021bin am scris despre S\u00e2ngerei. Acum mi-am luat revan\u0219a.
\nCa s\u0103 nu las timpul s\u0103 \u0219tearg\u0103 uli\u021bele de odinioar\u0103, s\u0103 nu se piard\u0103 casa bunicilor \u0219i s\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 doar \u00een fotografii chipurile celor care au fost \u00eenaintea noastr\u0103.
\nAm a\u0219ezat \u00een versuri ceea ce am p\u0103strat \u00een suflet.
\nAm scris despre S\u00e2ngerei, ora\u0219ul bunicilor mei, despre locul \u00een care \u0219i-a l\u0103sat urmele copil\u0103ria mamei \u0219i despre o vatr\u0103 care, peste ani \u0219i peste distan\u021be, continu\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 cheme.
\nPentru c\u0103 omul poate pleca departe de locul \u00een care s-a n\u0103scut sau de locul \u00een care au tr\u0103it cei dragi.
\nDar nu pleac\u0103 niciodat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat din locurile care au r\u0103mas \u00een inima lui.
\nIar eu port cu mine ambele vetre.
\nTelene\u0219tiul \u0219i S\u00e2ngereiul.
\nDou\u0103 locuri. Dou\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini.
\nUn singur suflet.<\/p>\n

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