{"id":5071,"date":"2010-12-05T15:55:28","date_gmt":"2010-12-05T14:55:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fjala.shkoder.net\/?p=5071"},"modified":"2010-12-05T15:55:28","modified_gmt":"2010-12-05T14:55:28","slug":"te-njohim-intelektualet-shqiptare-cezar-kurti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fjala.info\/2009-2015\/te-njohim-intelektualet-shqiptare-cezar-kurti\/","title":{"rendered":"T\u00eb njohim intelektual\u00ebt shqiptar\u00eb – \u00c7ezar Kurti"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\n\u00c7ezar Kurti<\/strong> u lind n\u00eb vitin 1935.
\nKa kryer studimet n\u00eb Institutin e Lart\u00eb Pedagogjik 4 vje\u00e7ar (Gjuh\u00eb dhe Let\u00ebrsi Ruse) m\u00eb 1957 dhe n\u00eb vitin 1964 kreu Fakultetin Juridik t\u00eb Universitetit t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs.
\nPunoi si redaktor-p\u00ebrkthyes n\u00eb Agjencine Telegrafike Shqiptare deri kur u em\u00ebrua pedagog n\u00eb Universitetin Shtet\u00ebror n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb n\u00eb vitin 1962. <\/em><\/p>\n

M\u00eb 1973 u em\u00ebrua shef i katedr\u00ebs s\u00eb gjuh\u00ebs dhe let\u00ebrsis\u00eb ruse.
\nN\u00eb vitin 1976 \u201cp\u00ebr munges\u00eb vigjilence dhe zbutje t\u00eb luft\u00ebs s\u00eb klasave\u201d, e larguan nga Universiteti dhe e d\u00ebrguan me pun\u00eb t\u00eb detyruar n\u00eb Minier\u00ebn e Bakrit n\u00eb Kurbnesh t\u00eb Mirdit\u00ebs, ku punoi si pun\u00ebtor n\u00ebntoke.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb vitet 1981-1989 punoi si m\u00ebsues n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn e Mesme t\u00eb Maminasit n\u00eb rrethin e Durr\u00ebsit.<\/p>\n

Nga viti 1976, kur botoi p\u00ebrkthimin e tregimeve t\u00eb Gallsworthit “Shp\u00ebtimi i Forsajtit”, atij iu ndalua botimi p\u00ebr dhjet\u00eb vjet rresht.
\nN\u00eb vitin 1985 mundi t\u00eb botonte p\u00ebrkthimin e vepr\u00ebs s\u00eb Eskilit “Prometeu i Lidhur”, nd\u00ebrsa n\u00eb vitin 1989 redaktoi romanin e Tolstoit “Lufta dhe Paqja”.<\/p>\n

Ka p\u00ebrkthyer dhe botuar n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn shqipe disa vepra t\u00eb let\u00ebrsis\u00eb bot\u00ebrore, si “Ferri” t\u00eb Dante Aligerit, “Kujtime nga Sht\u00ebpia e t\u00eb Vdekurve” t\u00eb Dostojevskit, “Toka e Njer\u00ebzve” t\u00eb Antoin De Sent Exupery, “Zadigu ose Fati” t\u00eb Volterit, \u201cSonete\u201d dhe \u201cAntoni dhe Kleopatra\u201d t\u00eb Shekspirit etj.<\/p>\n

\u00c7ezar Kurti \u00ebsht\u00eb autor i librave “Learn Alabanian – M\u00ebsoni Shqip” per lexuesit anglisht-dhe rusishtfoles dhe “Bashk\u00ebbisedues Shqip-Anglisht”.
\nZoti Kurti \u00ebsht\u00eb njoh\u00ebs i mir\u00eb i disa gjuh\u00ebve t\u00eb huaja: anglisht, rusisht, fr\u00ebngjisht, italisht.<\/p>\n

\u00cbsht\u00eb i martuar me zonj\u00ebn Adelina Gina dhe g\u00ebzojn\u00eb dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb intelektual\u00eb, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb djal\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Vajza e tyre ka mbaruar doktoraturen PHD p\u00ebr sociologji. Punon pedagoge n\u00eb Fordham University n\u00eb Nju Jork, nd\u00ebrsa djali, vazhdon studimet master’s degree.
\nJeton bashk\u00eb me familjen e tij n\u00eb Nju Jork, Sh.B.A.<\/p>\n

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Poezi nga \u00c7ezar Kurti <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Nata njujorkeze<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u00eb monitor nata njujorkeze me yje,
\nme yje – pikla n\u00eb sfondin sterr t\u00eb zi.
\nDhe un\u00eb rri shoh si yjet bien mbi grata\u00e7iele
\nDuke l\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb bisht t\u00eb ndritur pas.
\nK\u00ebshtu pata par\u00eb qiellin me yje
\nnga maja e Kulmeve t\u00eb Dervenit,
\nkur dilja nat\u00ebn nga turni i tret\u00eb.
\nDhe isha i k\u00ebnaqur q\u00eb nuk i shihja
\nnga prapa telave me gjemba
\napo nga vrima e vock\u00ebl e qelis\u00eb.
\nSa her\u00eb pata vendosur t\u00eb m\u00ebsoja
\nyjet dhe emrat e tyre n\u00eb hart\u00eb,
\nsikur ta dija se kurr\u00eb s’do m\u00eb shqitej nga pamja
\nqielli nat\u00ebsor me yje.
\nDhe ja tani v\u00ebshtroj nat\u00ebn e Nju Jorkut
\nn\u00eb ekranin e monitorit.
\nDhe t\u00eb af\u00ebrmit e mi t\u00eb dashur
\nndodhen larg, larg,
\np\u00ebrtej detrash, oqeanesh,
\ndhe un\u00eb nuk e di
\nn\u00eb \u00e7’drejtim t’i k\u00ebrkoj,
\nsepse kurr\u00eb nuk m\u00ebsova
\nt\u00eb gjej\u00eb Arush\u00ebn e Vog\u00ebl
\ndhe as yllin polar,
\ndhe pse e dija q\u00eb e kam mallkim
\nt\u00eb kundroj yjet n\u00eb nat\u00ebn sterr t\u00eb zez\u00eb,
\nlarg, shum\u00eb larg nga t\u00eb dashurit e mi,
\ndhe tani edhe nga m\u00ebm\u00ebdheu im.<\/p>\n

Ankth<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00ebrse ky ankth m\u00eb ka pushtuar
\nDhe mendjen po ma p\u00ebshtjellon?
\nNj\u00eb zor ndiej krejt t\u00eb pap\u00ebrshkruar,
\nQ\u00eb trup e shpirt m’i drith\u00ebron.
\nNga bot\u00eb e huaj i rrethuar
\nS’gjen qet\u00ebsi ky shpirti im,
\nVe\u00e7 hije rri duke k\u00ebrkuar
\nN\u00eb dhe t\u00eb huaj, n\u00eb m\u00ebrgim.
\nAto q\u00eb dua s’i shoh dot,
\nAto q\u00eb shoh nuk m\u00eb g\u00ebzojn\u00eb,
\nDhe endem un\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb
\nMe hijet tok q\u00eb s’m\u00eb l\u00ebshojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Sa t\u00eb vij tek ti <\/strong><\/p>\n

Jam ulur para monitorit,
\nn\u00eb zgavell\u00ebn e Bronxit.
\nKat\u00ebrmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vjet shkuan
\nq\u00eb kur i mbylle syt\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithnj\u00eb.
\nDhe m\u00eb le vet\u00ebm,
\nkur kisha aq nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ty.
\nDhe ike e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar,
\ne plakur, e drobitur,
\nkur duhej t\u00eb ishe e lumtur.
\nO zot, si m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngon n\u00eb zem\u00ebr,
\nkur mendoj se u b\u00ebra shkaku
\ni pezmit t\u00ebnd t\u00eb pasosur.
\nDhe kurr\u00eb s’m\u00eb the nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb qortimi,
\ngjithnj\u00eb m\u00eb dhe kurajo.
\n“Kurajo, mik!” m\u00eb thoshe
\nkur shpresat i humbisja
\ndhe n\u00eb heshtje psher\u00ebtija.
\nDhe m\u00eb tregoje p\u00ebrrall\u00ebn e “Ofi” -t.
\nDhe dilja p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar “Ofi”-n”
\nduke e ditur se “Ofi” yt
\nish pa mbarim.
\nPa mbarim
\nderi sa i mbylle syt\u00eb
\nat\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb ndezur prilli,
\nkur qielli dhe ajri
\ndukeshin si t\u00eb flakaritur.
\nDhe ti mbarove n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi,
\nm\u00eb shikoje me syt\u00eb e zmadhuar
\ndhe s’m\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigjeshe dot.
\nDhe t\u00eb thirra
\ne t\u00eb thirra m\u00eb kot
\nderi sa ngrive e t\u00ebra.
\nO zot i madh, sa t\u00eb vij tek ti edhe un\u00eb.
\nSa t\u00eb vij dhe t\u00eb shtrihem tek k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tua
\nn\u00eb harrim!<\/p>\n

Zgavella moderne<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb zgavell\u00eb\u2026
\nP\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb detyruar…
\nNuk kam m\u00eb zhele,
\ns’m\u00eb jan\u00eb gjakosur duart nga lopata,
\ns’m\u00eb dh\u00ebmbin as k\u00ebmb\u00ebt as krah\u00ebt
\nnga shtytja e vagonit,
\npor i nj\u00ebjti aj\u00ebr i ndotur
\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb zgavell\u00eb moderne.
\nKurrizi m\u00eb dhemb
\ni k\u00ebrrusur gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn
\np\u00ebrpara monitorit,
\nduke shtypur
\nt\u00ebr\u00eb idiot\u00ebsit\u00eb e bot\u00ebs.
\nDhe kur dal nga zgavella,
\nnuk shoh m\u00eb pyllin e gjelb\u00ebrt,
\nnuk thith m\u00eb ajrin e past\u00ebrt
\nt\u00eb Kulmeve t\u00eb Dervenit.
\nEndem midis thas\u00ebve t\u00eb zinj
\nme garbixhin e ndotur t\u00eb Bronxit.
\nEci rrug\u00ebs para vitrinave plot drit\u00eb,
\npara dyqaneve t\u00eb mbushura plot,
\nme mllefin e vazhduesh\u00ebm
\np\u00ebrse t\u00eb jemi kaq t\u00eb varf\u00ebr,
\ndhe me frik\u00ebn n\u00eb zem\u00ebr
\nse dikush m\u00eb kall nj\u00eb thik\u00eb pas zverkut.
\nKur dal nga zgavella,
\nthith ajrin e ndotur t\u00eb Bronxit
\ndhe s’kam m\u00eb shpresa t\u00eb vag\u00ebta
\nsi n\u00eb Kulmet e Dervenit.
\nS’shoh asnj\u00eb drit\u00eb p\u00ebrpara
\nkur dal nga zgavella moderne
\ne Bronxit t\u00eb New Yorkut.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb end\u00ebrr a kllapi<\/strong>\u2026<\/p>\n

Nuk di n\u00eb jam
\nn\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr a kllapi,
\nPor veten shoh
\nt\u00eb shtrir\u00eb gjat\u00eb e gjer\u00eb,
\nZ\u00eb trupi im
\nhap\u00ebsir\u00ebn pa kufi,
\nKy trupi im
\nz\u00eb Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e t\u00ebr\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebrsip\u00ebr sorra,
\nkorba m\u00eb v\u00ebrtiten,
\nP\u00ebrqark plot hiena,
\nqen\u00ebr angullijn\u00eb,
\nSi t’isha k\u00ebrm\u00eb
\nata nuk po m\u00eb shqiten
\nQ\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb shqyejn\u00eb,
\nt\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrpijn\u00eb.
\nSi shqip, sllavisht,
\ngreqisht a dreq\u00ebrisht
\nMe korbat
\nqent’ e hienat ulurasin,
\nPastaj mbi mua
\nturren qen\u00ebrisht,
\nNga kockat mishin shpejt
\nq\u00eb t\u00eb ma zhvasin.
\nS’duroj dot korbat
\nmishin kur ma grijn\u00eb,
\nAs hienat
\nkur kockat m’i l\u00ebpijn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Lutje p\u00ebr Ri\u00e7in<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u00eb lutem, Zot, ndihmoje motr\u00ebn time.
\nT\u00eb lutem, n\u00ebn\u00eb, lutju Zotit
\nQ\u00eb ta ndihmoj\u00eb Ri\u00e7in.
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb e s\u00ebmur\u00eb Ri\u00e7i,
\n\u00cbsht\u00eb lodhur e po vuan.
\nNdihmojeni, ju lutem,
\nShp\u00ebtojeni, ju lutem.
\nGjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn ndihmoi t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt,
\nGjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn u cfilit p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.
\nKurr\u00eb nuk u ankua,
\nGjithnj\u00eb e urt\u00eb,
\nKurajoze, vet\u00ebmohuese.
\nNdihmojeni, ju lutem,
\nShp\u00ebtojeni, ju lutem!
\nNdodhem larg e s’mund t’i rri pran\u00eb
\nT’i jap\u00eb zem\u00ebr, t’i jap\u00eb kurajo,
\nT’ia leht\u00ebsoj vuajtjet,
\nT\u00eb vuaj edhe un\u00eb bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb,
\nT’i marr nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb vuajtjeve.
\nO Zot, ndihmoje, o Zot,
\nDhe ti, n\u00ebn\u00eb, lutju Zotit ta ndihmoj\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Kurrizin un\u00eb i ktheva shpejt veriut<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kurrizin un\u00eb i ktheva
\nshpejt veriut.
\nKam para diellin,
\nqiellin tok me det,
\nKam Moln’ e Robit,
\nMalin e Njeriut,
\nDhe prapa tij
\nnj\u00eb mall e nj\u00eb qytet.
\nM\u00eb vjen nd\u00ebr mend
\nai \u00e7ast n\u00eb vegj\u00ebli,
\nKur prapa malit
\nkrejt e xix\u00eblluar
\nNj\u00eb fash\u00eb ergjendi
\nbredh n\u00eb kalt\u00ebrsi
\nDhe ik nga ne me vrap,
\nme t’iu afruar.
\nM\u00eb kot nga deti
\nun\u00eb e hedh v\u00ebshtrimin,
\nM\u00eb kot t\u00eb mbushem pres
\nme kalt\u00ebrsi,
\nE humb\u00ebn det e qiell
\nkrejt shk\u00eblqimin,
\nG\u00ebzim s’m\u00eb japin
\nsi n\u00eb vegj\u00ebli.
\nMbyll syt\u00eb me kurrizin
\ndrejt veriut
\nDhe xixat shoh
\npas malit t\u00eb Njeriut.<\/p>\n

\u00c7do gj\u00eb e shoh<\/strong>\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00c7do gj\u00eb e shoh
\nsi\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb t’v\u00ebrtet\u00eb,
\nsyhapur qark
\nkur rri duke v\u00ebshtruar,
\nm\u00eb duket toka – tok\u00eb
\ndhe deti – det,
\nm\u00eb duket bota
\nkrejt e p\u00ebrcaktuar.
\nDhe rri e shoh
\nsi t’isha i nemitur,
\n\u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb mua
\nqark m\u00eb ka rrethuar!
\nPor kur mbyll syt\u00eb
\nsi p\u00ebr t\u00eb dremitur
\n\u00e7do gj\u00eb m\u00eb duket
\nkrejt e p\u00ebshtjelluar.
\nM\u00eb ngjan se varet
\ntoka p\u00ebrmbi det,
\ndhe deti ngjan
\nsi t’ishte ngurt\u00ebsuar,
\n\u00e7uditem, shtangem,
\nkur si t’ish v\u00ebrtet\u00eb
\nmbi det shoh tok\u00ebn
\nkok\u00ebposht\u00eb kthyer.
\nMe syt\u00eb hapur
\nndihem i nemitur,
\nMe sy t\u00eb shqyer
\nrri duke dremitur.<\/p>\n

Bu\u00e7et e ulurin furneli<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bu\u00e7et e ulurin furneli i thell\u00eb
\nNga mija z\u00ebra k\u00ebrc\u00ebnues, t\u00eb friksh\u00ebm,
\nVe\u00e7 tym e mjegull pa pushim ai vjell,
\nKandili vezullon krejt i p\u00ebrzish\u00ebm.<\/p>\n

Nga gjumi zgjohem un\u00eb krejt papritur,
\nV\u00ebshtrimin n’err\u00ebsir\u00eb hedh m\u00eb kot,
\nOh, n\u00eb sk\u00ebterr\u00eb m\u00eb kan\u00eb v\u00ebrvitur,
\nQ\u00eb kurr\u00eb i gjall\u00eb t\u00eb mos dilkam dot.<\/p>\n

Me flakn’e zemr\u00ebs drit\u00eb e b\u00ebj err\u00ebsir\u00ebn,
\nMe flakn’e zemr\u00ebs terrin un\u00eb e \u00e7aj,
\nSa zemra zemr\u00ebs sime shpesh i thirr\u00ebn,
\nQ\u00eb nga sk\u00ebterra shpejt n\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb dal!<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrkthime nga \u00c7ezar Kurti<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

William Shakespeare <\/strong><\/p>\n

“Sonete<\/strong>”<\/p>\n

XXVIII<\/strong>
\nSi mund t\u00eb ndiekam s\u00ebrish g\u00ebzim,
\nKur s’kam t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn as p\u00ebr t\u00eb pushuar ?
\nNgacmime dit\u00ebn, nat\u00ebn plot trazim,
\nSi dit\u00ebn nat\u00ebn ndihem i d\u00ebrrmuar.<\/p>\n

Dhe dit\u00eb e nat\u00eb – armike aq t\u00eb vjetra –
\nShtr\u00ebngojn\u00eb duart p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb munduar,
\nMe pun\u00eb nj\u00ebra, me ankime tjetra,
\nQ\u00eb larg prej teje rri i p\u00ebrmalluar.<\/p>\n

I b\u00ebra qejfin dit\u00ebs dhe i thash\u00eb:
\nTi qiellin plot me re e hijeshon,
\nT\u00eb zez\u00ebn nat\u00eb pa e mburrur s’lash\u00eb:
\nKur yjet zbehen, mbr\u00ebmjen ti praron.<\/p>\n

Si dita, vuajtjet dita b\u00ebn t\u00eb gjata,
\nSi nata, dhembjet shton m\u00eb shum\u00eb nata.<\/p>\n

XXX<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kur para gjyqit t\u00eb mendimit heshtur
\nKujtimet ndjell t\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb ka shkuar,
\nE shoh si humbjet shtohen pa u reshtur,
\nDhe qaj me lot q\u00eb s’paskan t\u00eb pushuar.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrloten syt\u00eb e mi nga d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimi
\nP\u00ebr shok\u00eb e miq q\u00eb vdekja fsheh n\u00eb varr,
\nP\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb e humbur nga trishtimi
\nPo tretem un\u00eb e mbeta duke qar\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Vajtoj me dhembje dhembjet e dikurshme,
\nNis me r\u00ebnkime duke num\u00ebruar
\nNj\u00eb varg t\u00eb gjat\u00eb humbjesh t\u00eb pashlyeshme,
\nQ\u00eb prap\u00eb i qaj dhe pse i kam vajtuar.<\/p>\n

Por kur mendoj p\u00ebr ty, o mike e dashur,
\nM\u00eb ngjan se humbje kurr\u00eb s’paskam pasur.<\/p>\n

XXXII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Po mbete gjall\u00eb deri at\u00ebher\u00eb,
\nKur vdekj’ e ashp\u00ebr hi m\u00eb b\u00ebn e pluhur
\nE fati i ringjall edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb
\nCa vargje q\u00eb t’i la nj\u00eb mik i humbur,<\/p>\n

Dhe vargjet krahason me poezin\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb shkruan rinia ku e ku m\u00eb mir\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb miat duaji p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb,
\nRinis\u00eb \u00e7moji rim\u00ebn e arrir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb ngush\u00ebllo, e dashur, me mendimin:
\n“Me koh\u00ebn muz\u00eb e mikut t’ishte rritur,
\nM\u00eb ngroht\u00eb do ma b\u00ebnte p\u00ebrkushtimin
\nDhe majat m\u00eb t\u00eb larta kish arritur.<\/p>\n

Ai vdiq. Dhe pse k\u00ebndon m\u00eb mir\u00eb rinia,
\nAjo ka stil, tek ai zjen dashuria!”<\/p>\n

XXXIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pse m\u00eb premtove dit\u00eb kaq t\u00eb bukur,
\nM\u00eb b\u00ebre q\u00eb t\u00eb dilja veshur leht\u00eb,
\nKur nj\u00eb stuhi me shi m\u00eb zuri rrug\u00ebs,
\nShk\u00eblqimin t\u00ebnd me terr mbuluan ret\u00eb.<\/p>\n

S’mjafton q\u00eb ret\u00eb prap\u00eb i shp\u00ebrtheve
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb thar\u00eb trupin e fytyr\u00ebn.
\nS’e quajm\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb mjekun neve,
\nKur plag\u00ebn ai sh\u00ebron, por jo mynxyr\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

As turpi yt s’e zhduk trishtimin tim,
\nDhe pse pendohe, prap\u00eb i humbur jam.
\nS’i sjell keqardhja e fyesit leht\u00ebsim
\nAtij q\u00eb fyerjet si nj\u00eb kryq i mban.<\/p>\n

Por loti yt si perl\u00eb dashurie
\nMa zhduk \u00e7do gjurm\u00eb a vep\u00ebr lig\u00ebsie.<\/p>\n

XLIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shikoj m\u00eb mir\u00eb kur puliten syt\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb pak\u00ebndshme shohin dit\u00ebn,
\nKur fle, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr del vegimi yt
\nDhe terri i nat\u00ebs kthehet b\u00ebhet drit\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kjo hija jote q\u00eb dhe terrin ndrit
\n\u00c7’tabllo t\u00eb bukur do t\u00eb kish krijuar
\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb kthjell\u00ebt me m\u00eb shum\u00eb drit\u00eb,
\nKaq fort kur ndrit p\u00ebr syrin e verbuar.<\/p>\n

Ah, si do t’i uroja un\u00eb syt\u00eb,
\nPo t\u00eb t\u00eb shihnin dit\u00ebn plot me drit\u00eb,
\nKur dhe n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb imazhi yt
\nPrej syve as n\u00eb gjum\u00eb nuk m’u shqit !<\/p>\n

Si nata, dita nxin kur s’t\u00eb shikoj,
\nZbardh nat\u00ebn dita kur t\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj !<\/p>\n

XLIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sikur ky kurmi im t\u00eb ish mendim,
\nS’kish larg\u00ebsi q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb priste rrug\u00ebn,
\nMes hap\u00ebsir\u00ebs si nj\u00eb vet\u00ebtim\u00eb
\nDrejt teje do ta kisha \u00e7ar\u00eb udh\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

S’prish pun\u00eb dhe sikur t\u00eb jem aher\u00eb
\nLarg teje, dhe n\u00eb fund t\u00eb bot\u00ebs qoft\u00eb,
\nKapton mendimi tok\u00eb e det si er\u00eb
\nDhe vjen tek ti posa m\u00eb shkrep n\u00eb kok\u00eb.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb vret mendimi q\u00eb nuk jam mendim
\nDhe nuk vij dot atje ku ti ke shkuar,
\n\u00c7’t\u00eb sjell\u00eb koha pres me pik\u00ebllim,
\nSepse me uj\u00eb e balt\u00eb jam gatuar.<\/p>\n

Por uji e balta lot\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebrgojn\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb dy me breng\u00eb shpirtin ma helmojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

XLVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Me sa kujdes, kur udh\u00ebn pata marr\u00eb,
\nMe ky\u00e7 \u00e7ikrrimat un\u00eb i pata mbyllur,
\nT’i prek\u00eb s’desha as nj\u00eb g\u00ebnjeshtar
\nCa sende krejt pa vler\u00eb q\u00eb kisha ky\u00e7ur.<\/p>\n

Por ti, q\u00eb perlat kthen n\u00eb send pa vler\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb ngushullim m\u00eb je dhe breng\u00eb e mall,
\nQ\u00eb t\u00eb kam shpirt e n\u00eb kujdes p\u00ebrher\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebr \u00e7do kusar je pre n\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb madhe.<\/p>\n

Ty nuk t\u00eb mbylla n\u00eb asnj\u00eb s\u00ebndyk,
\nT\u00eb lash atje ku s’je, por je p\u00ebrher\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb lash n\u00eb kraharorin tim pa ky\u00e7,
\nKu po t\u00eb duash, hyn e del sa her\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Se dhe aty t\u00eb vjedhin kam ca frik\u00eb,
\nGurin e \u00e7muar e vjedh dhe nj\u00eb fisnik.<\/p>\n

L<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sa r\u00ebnd\u00eb e kam q\u00eb rrug\u00ebn ta vazhdoj,
\nKur mesi aq i lodhsh\u00ebm u p\u00ebrshkua.
\nMe veten time flas edhe mendoj:
\n“Sa udh\u00eb u b\u00eb, aq zemra t’u largua”.<\/p>\n

E lodhur nga mjerimi q\u00eb r\u00ebndon,
\nKjo kafsh\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb bart po ec javash,
\nSe me instinkt djallushka e kupton
\nS’ka qejf kalor\u00ebsi nga ti ta ndash.<\/p>\n

Mamuzet-gjak i ngulen n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb,
\nPor kafsha hapin kurr\u00eb s’e nxiton,
\nNj\u00eb hing\u00ebllim\u00eb nxjerr nga kjo munxyr\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb fort se mamuzet po m\u00eb shpon.<\/p>\n

Ky kal\u00eb m\u00eb kujton me hing\u00ebllimin:
\nPas gazin lash\u00eb e para kam hidh\u00ebrimin.<\/p>\n

LI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ja fal vones\u00ebn, pra, t\u00eb shkret\u00ebs kafsh\u00eb
\nQ\u00eb teje mengadal\u00eb m\u00eb largoi:
\nKur ik nga ti, pse mos t\u00eb ec javash ?
\nKur kthehem vet\u00ebm duhet t\u00eb nxitoj.<\/p>\n

Aher\u00eb kafsh\u00ebn si do mos e shaj,
\nDhe vrapi do m\u00eb duket i ngadalt\u00eb !
\nI hipi er\u00ebs, e shpuroj pastaj,
\nMbi flatra hipur kush mund t\u00eb ma dal\u00eb ?<\/p>\n

Kur rend d\u00ebshira, lindur dashurie,
\nM’i shpejti kal\u00eb s’mundet t’ia kaloj\u00eb,
\nD\u00ebshira hing\u00ebllin prej krenarie,
\nDhe, ja, g\u00ebrdall\u00ebn prap\u00eb e shfaj\u00ebsoj :<\/p>\n

“Nga ti kur iki, le t\u00eb ec\u00eb ngadal\u00eb,
\nTek ti kur vij, nevoj\u00eb s’kam p\u00ebr kal\u00eb”.<\/p>\n

LV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mermeri i p\u00ebrmendoreve mbret\u00ebrore
\nDot nuk jeton sa vargu i fuqish\u00ebm,
\nN\u00eb varg do t\u00eb shk\u00eblqesh m\u00eb madh\u00ebshtore
\nSe n\u00eb nj\u00eb gur q\u00eb Koha shemb furish\u00ebm.<\/p>\n

Kur luft\u00ebrat shtatoret do t’p\u00ebrmbysin,
\nP\u00ebrleshjet kur s’do t’l\u00ebn\u00eb gur mbi gur,
\nAs shpat\u00eb e zjarr i Marsit ty s’t\u00eb zhdukin,
\nP\u00ebrjet\u00eb rron n\u00eb vargun q\u00eb po thur !<\/p>\n

As vdekja, as harresa s’t\u00eb c\u00ebnojn\u00eb,
\nKujtimi yt do mbetet i pashuar
\nN\u00eb syt\u00eb e brezave q\u00eb do t’jetojn\u00eb
\nGjer dit\u00ebn e Gjyqit Madh sa pa filluar.<\/p>\n

Gjer ditn’ e Gjyqit Madh, kur t\u00eb t\u00eb zgjojn\u00eb,
\nTi rron n\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb e sy q\u00eb dashurojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

LX<\/strong><\/p>\n

I sulen bregut plot me gur\u00eb val\u00ebt,
\nMinutat tona n\u00eb nj\u00eb fund shpejtojn\u00eb,
\nNd\u00ebrrojn\u00eb vend t\u00eb prasmet me t\u00eb parat
\nDhe tok p\u00ebrpara me mundim nxitojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

I porsalinduri sa del n\u00eb drit\u00eb
\nDrejt pjekuris\u00eb \u00e7apat i nxiton,
\nMe err\u00ebsir\u00ebn luft\u00eb b\u00ebn p\u00ebrdit\u00eb,
\nMe Koh\u00ebn-m\u00ebm\u00eb q\u00eb e shkat\u00ebrron.<\/p>\n

Se Koha shum\u00eb shpejt e \u00e7art t\u00eb rit\u00eb,
\nBallin e bukur e sh\u00ebmton, e rrudh,
\nAs m\u00eb e bukura nd\u00ebr bukurit\u00eb
\nNga kos\u00eb e Koh\u00ebs nuk shp\u00ebtoka kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrball\u00eb Koh\u00ebs vargjet do q\u00ebndrojn\u00eb
\nDhe p\u00ebr inat lavdi do t\u00eb k\u00ebndojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

LXIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kur dor\u00eb e Koh\u00ebs shoh si e sh\u00ebmton
\n\u00c7do gj\u00eb t\u00eb bukur pa asnj\u00eb m\u00ebshir\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb lartat kulla shesh si i rrafshon,
\nT\u00eb shndritshmin bak\u00ebr kthen n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb;<\/p>\n

Kur Oqeanin shoh t\u00eb zem\u00ebruar
\nTek mbret\u00ebrin\u00eb e Tok\u00ebs zhvat p\u00ebrdit\u00eb,
\nO Tok\u00ebn, humbjet p\u00ebr t\u00eb plot\u00ebsuar,
\nSa her\u00eb Detit tok\u00ebn i grabit;<\/p>\n

Kur stin\u00ebt shoh p\u00ebrher\u00eb si nd\u00ebrrohen
\nApo nj\u00eb shtet q\u00eb s’ka asnj\u00eb shp\u00ebtim,
\nK\u00ebto q\u00eb shoh m\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb t\u00eb mendohem:
\nDo marr\u00eb Koha dhe g\u00ebzimin tim !<\/p>\n

Si vdekja ky mendim i zi m\u00eb duket
\nDhe p\u00ebr thesarin qan ky shpirt e lutet !<\/p>\n

LXVI<\/strong><\/p>\n

I lodhur vdekjen lus, s’duroj m\u00eb dot
\nKur shoh n\u00eb lyp\u00ebs dinjitetin kthyer,
\nDhe laron me t\u00eb mira mbushur plot,
\nDhe pabesisht mir\u00ebbesimin thyer,<\/p>\n

Dhe ndern’e lart\u00eb keqas posht\u00ebruar,
\nDhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrkryer\u00ebn me q\u00ebllim p\u00ebrbuzur,
\nDhe vash\u00ebn virgj\u00ebr eg\u00ebrsisht \u00e7nderuar,
\nDhe forc\u00ebn nga i dob\u00ebti p\u00ebrulur,<\/p>\n

Dhe marr\u00ebzi t\u00eb \u00e7iltr\u00ebn em\u00ebrtuar,
\nDhe nga g\u00ebnjeshtra t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn tallur,
\nDhe artin nga pushteti t\u00eb pranguar,
\nDhe marr\u00ebzin\u00eb urt\u00ebsi t\u00eb shpallur.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb gjitha m\u00eb m\u00ebrzit\u00ebn, dua t\u00eb iki,
\nPor m\u00eb vjen keq mos vet\u00ebm mbetet shpirti.<\/p>\n

LXXX<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sa ndruhem kur p\u00ebr ty nis p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar!
\nNj\u00eb m\u00eb i mir\u00eb shkruan p\u00ebr hirin t\u00ebnd
\nDhe, me l\u00ebvdata duke t\u00eb lartuar,
\nMa lidh ai gjuh\u00ebn sa t\u00eb sjell nd\u00ebr mend.<\/p>\n

Por vlera jote ngjan si oqeani,
\nQ\u00eb mban tok me anijen barkn’e vog\u00ebl,
\n\u00c7an dallg\u00ebt barka ime si luani,
\nPa\u00e7ka se mund t\u00eb duket sa nj\u00eb gog\u00ebl.<\/p>\n

Me pak\u00ebz ndihm\u00eb m\u00eb mbaje ti mbi val\u00eb,
\nKur uj\u00ebrat tua anij\u00eb e tij p\u00ebrshkon,
\nPor kush p\u00ebr bark\u00ebn vritka mendjen vall\u00eb,
\nKur detin nj\u00eb anij\u00eb e zbukuron ?<\/p>\n

Po qe se ai lundron e mbytem un\u00eb,
\nDo thon\u00eb nga dashuria ra n\u00eb fund.<\/p>\n

XCI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Krenohen ca se jan\u00eb nga der\u00eb e par\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebr pasuri a forc\u00eb plot t\u00eb tjer\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebr kuaj ca, fajkoj apo zagar\u00eb,
\nDisa p\u00ebr rrobat aq pa shije prer\u00eb.<\/p>\n

I ka secili qejfet krejt t\u00eb ndryshme,
\nPor vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb i jep g\u00ebzim,
\nP\u00ebr mua jan\u00eb ato t\u00eb papranueshme,
\nAsnj\u00eb nuk m\u00eb k\u00ebnaq sa qejfi im.<\/p>\n

Kur ti m\u00eb do, nuk pyes p\u00ebr der\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebr pasuri a rroba bukur prer\u00eb,
\nAs p\u00ebr fajkoj, p\u00ebr kuaj a zagar\u00eb,
\nKur t\u00eb kam ty, t\u00ebr\u00eb bot\u00ebn kam aher\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Trishtohem kur mendoj se mos ma merr
\nE mbetem krejt i varf\u00ebr dhe i mjer\u00eb !<\/p>\n

CXXVII<\/strong><\/p>\n

E bukur s’quhej ngjyr\u00eb e zez\u00eb dikur,
\nEdhe kur ish, t\u00eb bukur nuk e \u00e7muan,
\nE zeza ka tani dhe hir, dhe nur,
\nGjersa me turp t\u00eb bukur\u00ebn mbuluan.<\/p>\n

Q\u00ebkur \u00e7dokush si do ndryshon Natyr\u00ebn
\nDhe fsheh me ngjyra fallso \u00e7do sh\u00ebmtim,
\nT\u00eb bukur\u00ebs ia ndot\u00ebn krejt fytyr\u00ebn,
\nAjo u nxi e humbi \u00e7do nderim.<\/p>\n

E dashura ime dhe flok\u00ebt edhe syt\u00eb
\nPrandaj i ka t\u00eb zinj e t\u00eb vajtuar,
\nAta sikur po mbajn\u00eb zi t\u00eb dy
\nP\u00ebr bukurin\u00eb keqas posht\u00ebruar.<\/p>\n

Asaj kaq shum\u00eb i shkon ky petk i zi,
\nSa thua tjet\u00ebr s’ka m\u00eb bukuri.<\/p>\n

CXXVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sa her\u00eb ti, q\u00eb je muzika ime,
\nMe gishtat tu mbi drurin e bekuar
\nMuzik\u00eb luan dhe plot drith\u00ebrime
\nI shkrin aq \u00ebmb\u00ebl tingujt e kulluar,<\/p>\n

Ia kam zili k\u00ebrcimit t\u00eb \u00e7do tasti,
\nQ\u00eb hidhet lart t\u00eb t’puthi dor\u00ebn pak,
\nT\u00eb shkretat buz\u00eb, q\u00eb u ik\u00ebn rasti,
\nNga trim\u00ebri’ e tyre skuqen flak\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Sa shum\u00eb t\u00eb preken buz\u00ebt d\u00ebsh\u00ebrojn\u00eb,
\nT\u00eb nd’rrojn\u00eb vend me tastet k\u00ebrcimtare,
\nAq but\u00eb gishtat n\u00ebp\u00ebr to kalojn\u00eb,
\nSa druri s’duket m\u00eb i vdekur fare.<\/p>\n

Ti falua gishtat tasteve t\u00eb lumtur
\nDhe mua buz\u00ebt falmi p\u00ebr t’i puthur.<\/p>\n

CXXX<\/strong><\/p>\n

S’i ndrisin syt\u00eb t\u00eb dashur\u00ebs si dielli,
\nM’i kuq se buz\u00eb e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7do koral,
\nKa flok t\u00eb zi sp\u00ebrdredhur porsi teli,
\nDhe gjinj\u00ebt-grur\u00eb s’jan\u00eb bor\u00eb e bardh\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Kam par\u00eb tr\u00ebndafil t\u00eb kuq, t\u00eb bardh\u00eb,
\nMe tr\u00ebndafilin nuk ka ngjashm\u00ebri,
\nParfumi t\u00eb k\u00ebnaq me ern’ e rrall\u00eb,
\nKurse e dashura era vjen njeri.<\/p>\n

Kam qejf q\u00eb ta d\u00ebgjoj ajo si flet,
\nDhe pse muzika \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl,
\nNuk di nj\u00eb per\u00ebndesh\u00eb si baret,
\nN\u00eb dhe e dashura v\u00eb dy k\u00ebmb\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

Dhe prap\u00eb, p\u00ebr qiell, e dashura m\u00eb p\u00eblqen,
\nM\u00eb pak t\u00eb stisur se ajo nuk gjen.<\/p>\n

CXXXII<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dua syt\u00eb e zinj plot pik\u00ebllim
\nQ\u00eb keq u vjen p\u00ebr mikun e harruar,
\nTregon kjo zi me sa trishtim
\nI shohin vuajtjet q\u00eb m\u00eb ke shkaktuar.<\/p>\n

S’i shkon shk\u00eblqimi i diellit m\u00ebngjezor
\nT\u00eb zbeht\u00ebs Lindje her\u00ebt n\u00eb agim,
\nS’ua shton as ylli i plot\u00eb mbr\u00ebm\u00ebsor
\nShk\u00eblqimin qiejve n\u00eb Per\u00ebndim.<\/p>\n

Sa bukurin\u00eb ta shton ky sy i zi !
\nOh! zemra jote m\u00eb do kishte hir,
\nSikur si syt\u00eb ajo t\u00eb mbante zi
\nEdhe t\u00eb kish p\u00ebr mua pak m\u00ebshir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Do t\u00eb betohesha un\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb
\nSe bukuria q\u00ebnka e zez\u00eb sterr !<\/p>\n

CXXXVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kur be m\u00eb b\u00ebn se thot\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn,
\nSikur besoj, pa\u00e7ka se m\u00eb g\u00ebnjen,
\nMos m\u00eb kujton kaq t\u00eb pazot p\u00ebr veten,
\nNj\u00eb buz\u00ebqum\u00ebsht q\u00eb nuk njeh hilet\u00eb ?<\/p>\n

M\u00eb kot mendoj se m\u00eb kujton t\u00eb ri,
\nTani p\u00ebr mua vapa shkoi me gushtin,
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb g\u00ebnjen dhe vet\u00eb ajo e di,
\nDhe me g\u00ebnjeshtra nj\u00ebri tjetrin mbushim.<\/p>\n

Po pse s’m\u00eb thot\u00eb ajo se m\u00eb g\u00ebnjen ?
\nPo pse s’i them as un\u00eb se jam plak ?
\nBesnike t\u00eb m\u00eb duket i p\u00eblqen,
\nT\u00eb jem i vjet\u00ebr s’m\u00eb p\u00eblqen aspak.<\/p>\n

Ja pra si e g\u00ebnjej dhe m\u00eb g\u00ebnjen,
\nG\u00ebnjeshtra q\u00eb t\u00eb dyve na p\u00eblqen.<\/p>\n

CXLI<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00ebr bes\u00eb, nuk t\u00eb duan syt\u00eb e mi,
\nQ\u00eb vese shohin tek personi yt,
\nVe\u00e7 zemra ra me ty n\u00eb dashuri
\nDhe s’pyet p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb shohin syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Me fjal\u00eb vesh\u00ebt s’m’i ke mrekulluar,
\nNga prekja dora s’ndjen k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi,
\nAs shija me nuhatjen si t\u00eb ftuar
\nQejf s’kan\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb vijn\u00eb n\u00eb gosti.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb pes\u00eb shqisat dhe as mendja ime
\nS’ia kthejn\u00eb mendjen zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb marrosur,
\nSi skllave ty ajo t\u00eb b\u00ebn nderime
\nDhe m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb si t\u00eb handakosur.<\/p>\n

Prej saj s’fitoj asgj\u00eb ve\u00e7se mjerim,
\nMe dh\u00ebmbje ma shp\u00ebrblen m\u00ebkatin tim.<\/p>\n

CXLIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Porsi amvisa q\u00eb, kur do t\u00eb kap\u00eb
\nNdonj\u00eb nga zogat gardhin tek kapton,
\nL\u00ebshon p\u00ebrdhe f\u00ebmin\u00eb e shkon me vrap
\nT\u00eb ndjek\u00eb zog\u00ebn q\u00eb po fluturon,<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrsa nis e b\u00ebrtet me lot e vaj
\nK\u00ebrthiri i gjor\u00eb e turret t\u00eb arrij\u00eb
\nAt\u00eb q\u00eb s’sheh ve\u00e7 zog\u00ebn para saj
\nDhe foshnj\u00ebn l\u00eb t\u00eb qaj\u00eb e t\u00eb ulurij\u00eb,<\/p>\n

Ashtu po rend ti pas atij q\u00eb ik,
\nDhe un\u00eb, foshnja jote, pas t\u00eb vi.
\nPor po e kape, ec tek un\u00eb vrik,
\nSi n\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb qafo me dhemshuri.<\/p>\n

Po erdhe prap\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb qet\u00ebsosh,
\nDo lutem Uillin t\u00ebnd ta rifitosh.<\/p>\n

CXLVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00c7’m’i zu, t\u00eb mjerit, syt\u00eb dashuria,
\nMe t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn s’po ujdis v\u00ebshtrimi :
\nKu paskan shkuar vall\u00eb mendt’ e mia
\nQ\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn s’shquajn\u00eb nga mashtrimi ?<\/p>\n

E bukur n\u00eb i duket syrit tim,
\nPse bota si t\u00eb bukur s’e v\u00ebshtron ?
\nT\u00eb pakt\u00ebn ta pranonte shpirti im:
\nNga dashuria syri po gabon.<\/p>\n

Si mund ta shohin syt\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn,
\nKur dashuria me lot i ka mbuluar ?
\nShpesh her\u00eb nuk shikon as dielli vet\u00eb
\nNga reja qielli p\u00ebr pa u pastruar.<\/p>\n

Dinakja dashuri m\u00eb ka verbuar,
\nT\u00eb metat syt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos dalluar.<\/p>\n

CLII<\/strong><\/p>\n

E di dhe ti q\u00eb ta kam shkelur bes\u00ebn,
\nPor edhe ti dy her\u00eb ke tradhtuar:
\nP\u00ebr mua shkele n\u00eb fillim martes\u00ebn,
\nPastaj nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr duke dashuruar.<\/p>\n

Pse t\u00eb q\u00ebrtokam p\u00ebr tradhtit\u00eb e tua,
\nKur nj\u00ebzet her\u00eb un\u00eb kam tradhtuar ?
\nT\u00eb shaj sepse t\u00eb ndahem teje dua,
\nN\u00eb nderin t\u00ebnd m\u00eb duke mos besuar.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb jam betuar se ke mir\u00ebsi,
\nSe je e dashur, je e drejt\u00eb, e bes\u00ebs,
\nQ\u00eb t\u00eb shk\u00eblqesh, verbova syt\u00eb e mi
\nDhe i nd\u00ebrseve kund\u00ebr s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr bukurin\u00eb t\u00ebnde u betova ,
\nDhe me g\u00ebnjeshtra veten e mbulova.<\/p>\n

CLIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kur Zoti i dashuris\u00eb ra t\u00eb flinte,
\nPishtarin zem\u00ebrndez\u00ebs vuri pran\u00eb,
\nPor, nimfat, q\u00eb t\u00eb qeta flaka s’linte,
\nIu qas\u00ebn, kur n\u00eb gjum\u00eb at\u00eb e pan\u00eb.<\/p>\n

M’e bukura pishtarin pati marr\u00eb
\nQ\u00eb mija zemra njer\u00ebzish kishte ngrohur,
\nKy gjeneral d\u00ebshirash plot me zjarr
\nNga nj\u00eb e virgj\u00ebr shpejt qe \u00e7armatosur.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb uj\u00eb nimfat shpejt pishtarin shuan,
\nP\u00ebrroin ngrohu zjarri i dashuris\u00eb.
\nNga dashuria plot k\u00ebtu shp\u00ebtuan.
\nU futa mos shp\u00ebtoja prej lubis\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nga zemra ime uj\u00ebt shpejt u vak,
\nNga uj\u00ebt zemra nuk u ftoh aspak.<\/p>\n

Volter<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Zadigu ose Fati<\/strong>”<\/p>\n

Polemikat dhe audienca tek mbreti<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\n<\/strong>K\u00ebshtu, pra, Zadigu tregonte \u00e7do dit\u00eb shkatht\u00ebsin\u00eb e mendjes dhe mir\u00ebsin\u00eb e shpirtit t\u00eb tij. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb e admironin, si rrjedhim t\u00eb gjith\u00eb e donin. Ai konsiderohej si m\u00eb i lumturi midis njer\u00ebzve, e gjith\u00eb mbret\u00ebria e mbante n\u00eb goj\u00eb emrin e tij, t\u00eb gjitha grat\u00eb i kishin syt\u00eb tek ai, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb qytetar\u00ebt mburrnin drejt\u00ebsin\u00eb e tij, dijetar\u00ebt e shikonin si orakullin e tyre, prift\u00ebrinjt\u00eb thoshnin vet\u00eb se ai dinte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se arkimagu plak Jebor. Askush nuk mendonte ta hidhte p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb gjyq p\u00ebr grifon\u00ebt. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb besonin vet\u00ebm at\u00eb q\u00eb ngjante e besueshme.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb Babilon ekzistonte nj\u00eb grindje e madhe, q\u00eb kishte filluar pes\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb shekuj m\u00eb par\u00eb dhe e kishte ndar\u00eb mbret\u00ebrin\u00eb n\u00eb dy sekte kund\u00ebrshtare. Nj\u00ebri sekt pretendonte se n\u00eb tempullin e Mitr\u00ebs2 duhet hyr\u00eb vet\u00ebm me k\u00ebmb\u00ebn e majt\u00eb, sekti tjet\u00ebr e quante m\u00ebkat nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb dhe futej n\u00eb tempull vet\u00ebm me k\u00ebmb\u00ebn e djatht\u00eb. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb prisnin me padurim dit\u00ebn e fest\u00ebs s\u00eb madhe t\u00eb Zjarrit t\u00eb Shenjt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00ebsuar se cilin sekt do t\u00eb favorizonte Zadigu. I gjith\u00eb universi i kishte ngulur syt\u00eb tek dy k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tij dhe i gjith\u00eb qyteti ishte i shqet\u00ebsuar dhe n\u00eb pritm\u00ebri.<\/p>\n

Zadigu hyri n\u00eb tempull duke k\u00ebrcyer me t\u00eb dy k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e bashkuara dhe provoi pastaj me nj\u00eb fjalim kuptimplot\u00eb se zoti i qiellit dhe i tok\u00ebs, q\u00eb nuk i mban hat\u00ebrin askujt, nuk i jep m\u00eb shum\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi k\u00ebmb\u00ebs s\u00eb majt\u00eb se k\u00ebmb\u00ebs s\u00eb djatht\u00eb. Ziliqari dhe e shoqja e tij pretendonin se n\u00eb fjalimin e Zadigut nuk kishte patur mjaft figura retorike, se ai nuk kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrcenin malet dhe kodrat. Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb i that\u00eb dhe nuk ka mpreht\u00ebsi, thonin ata. Tek ai nuk sheh as detin duke shterrur, as yjet duke r\u00ebn\u00eb, as qiellin duke u tretur si qiriri, ai nuk ka stilin e bukur oriental. Por Zadigu k\u00ebnaqej q\u00eb kishte stilin e arsyes. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit ishin me t\u00eb, jo pse ishte n\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb mbar\u00eb, jo pse ishte i arsyesh\u00ebm, jo pse ishte i dashur, por sepse ishte kryevezir.<\/p>\n

Zadigu i dha fund me sukses edhe procesit t\u00eb madh midis mag\u00ebve t\u00eb bardh\u00eb dhe mag\u00ebve t\u00eb zinj\u00eb. T\u00eb bardh\u00ebt thonin se ishte m\u00ebkat t\u00eb ktheheshe n\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb luteshe nga jug\u00eblindja, nd\u00ebrsa t\u00eb zinjt\u00eb thonin se zoti i kishte tmerr lutjet e njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb ktheheshin nga veriper\u00ebndimi. Zadigu urdh\u00ebroi q\u00eb njer\u00ebzit t\u00eb ktheheshin nga t\u2019u donte qejfi.<\/p>\n

Ai gjeti gjithashtu m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatshme p\u00ebr t\u2019i zgjidhur q\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes si pun\u00ebt e ve\u00e7anta, ashtu dhe pun\u00ebt e p\u00ebrgjithshme. Pjes\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb dit\u00ebs ai merrej me zbukurimin e Babilonit. Kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb urdh\u00ebr q\u00eb n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje t\u00eb shfaqeshin tragjedi, q\u00eb i b\u00ebnin njer\u00ebzit p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb, dhe komedi, q\u00eb i b\u00ebnin njer\u00ebzit p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur. Nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e till\u00eb kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb kishte dal\u00eb nga moda, por ai e p\u00ebrt\u00ebriu, pasi ishte nj\u00eb njeri me shije. Ai nuk pretendonte se dinte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se artist\u00ebt, i shp\u00ebrblente k\u00ebta me dhurata dhe bamir\u00ebsira dhe nuk ishte aspak xheloz p\u00ebr talentin e tyre. N\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje ai merrej shum\u00eb me zbavitjen e mbretit, por m\u00eb shum\u00eb akoma – t\u00eb mbret\u00ebresh\u00ebs. Mbreti i thoshte: “Ministri i madh!”, mbret\u00ebresha i thoshte: “Ministri i dashur!” dhe q\u00eb t\u00eb dy shtonin: “do t\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb nj\u00eb d\u00ebm i madh sikur ta kishin varur”.<\/p>\n

Kurr\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb nj\u00eb njeri n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb post nuk kish qen\u00eb i detyruar t\u00eb pres\u00eb kaq shum\u00eb zonja. Pjesa m\u00eb e madhe vinin p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur p\u00ebr pun\u00eb q\u00eb nuk ekzistonin, pasi n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb vinin vet\u00ebm e vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb pasur pun\u00eb me t\u00eb. Gruaja e Ziliqarit kishte ardhur nd\u00ebr t\u00eb parat. Ajo i ishte betuar p\u00ebr Mitr\u00ebn, Zend-Vest\u00ebn dhe zjarrin e shenjt\u00eb se e kishte p\u00ebrbuzur sjelljen e t\u00eb shoqit. Ajo i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se i shoqi ishte xheloz dhe brutal. Madje ajo i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se per\u00ebndit\u00eb ishin duke e d\u00ebnuar t\u00eb shoqin, pasi i kishin refuzuar efektet e vyera t\u00eb zjarrit t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb, e vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb e b\u00ebn nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb ngjash\u00ebm me t\u00eb pavdekshmit. Ajo e kishte p\u00ebrfunduar rr\u00ebfimin duke l\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb t\u2019i binte zharetieri. Zadigu e kishte ngritur me mir\u00ebsjelljen e zakonshme, por pa r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb para zonj\u00ebs. Ky gabim i vog\u00ebl, po qe se nuk pati qen\u00eb i vetmi gabim q\u00eb pati b\u00ebr\u00eb, u b\u00eb pastaj shkak i fatkeq\u00ebsive m\u00eb t\u00eb tmerrshme. Zadigu as q\u00eb e vrau mendjen p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, por ama gruaja e ziliqarit p\u00ebrkundrazi.<\/p>\n

\u00c7do dit\u00eb vinin plot gra. Analet e fshehta t\u00eb Babilonit thon\u00eb se ai m\u00ebkatoi nj\u00eb her\u00eb. Por duhet th\u00ebn\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb gj\u00eb: ai kishte v\u00ebrejtur i \u00e7uditur se n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e gruas nuk ndjente asnj\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi dhe e puthte dashnoren mjaft i hutuar. Kjo grua, t\u00eb cil\u00ebs ai pa e kuptuar as vet\u00eb i kishte treguar shenja simpatie, ishte nj\u00eb nga damat q\u00eb sh\u00ebrbenin tek mbret\u00ebresha. Babilonasja e k\u00ebndshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngush\u00eblluar veten mendonte: “Me siguri k\u00ebtij njeriu i vlon koka nga pun\u00ebt, p\u00ebrderisa mendon p\u00ebr to edhe kur b\u00ebn dashuri”. N\u00eb nj\u00eb nga ato \u00e7aste, kur disa nuk thon\u00eb asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb, kurse t\u00eb tjer\u00eb shqiptojn\u00eb vet\u00ebm fjal\u00eb t\u00eb shenjta p\u00ebr ta, Zadigu papritmas thirri: “Mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb!”. Babilonasja kujtoi se ai m\u00eb n\u00eb fund kishte ardhur n\u00eb vete dhe n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ast t\u00eb kendsh\u00ebm i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb: “Mbret\u00ebresha ime!”.<\/p>\n

Por Zadigu, q\u00eb ishte gjthnj\u00eb tep\u00ebr i hutuar, shqiptoi emrin e Astart\u00ebs. Dama, q\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebto rrethana t\u00eb lumtura e shpjegonte \u00e7do gj\u00eb n\u00eb favorin e saj, kujtoi se ai donte t\u00eb thoshte: “Ju jeni m\u00eb e bukur se mbret\u00ebresha Astart\u00eb”. Ajo doli nga saraji i Zadigut me dhurata shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukura. Pastaj shkoi t\u2019ia tregonte k\u00ebt\u00eb aventur\u00eb t\u00eb shoqes s\u00eb Ziliqarit, q\u00eb e kishte mikesh\u00ebn e saj intime. Kjo e fundit u prek shum\u00eb n\u00eb sed\u00ebr q\u00eb Zadigu kishte preferuar jo at\u00eb, por dik\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. “Kurse mua as nuk denjoi t\u00eb ma lidhte k\u00ebt\u00eb zharetiere, q\u00eb s\u2019dua ta mbaj\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb trup”, – tha e shoqja e Ziliqarit. “Aha, – i tha fatlumja t\u00eb shoqes s\u00eb Ziliqarit, – ju mbakeni zharetiere krejt t\u00eb nj\u00ebllojta me ato t\u00eb mbret\u00ebresh\u00ebs. Me sa duket i porositkeni tek i nj\u00ebjti dyqan?”. Gruaja e Ziliqarit nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj, ra n\u00eb mendime t\u00eb thella dhe vajti tek i shoqi p\u00ebr t\u2019u k\u00ebshilluar.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrkaq, Zadigu e kishte kuptuar se n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e pritjeve ishte gjithnj\u00eb i hutuar. E mendoi k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, por nuk dinte t\u00eb gjente shkakun. Sidoqoft\u00eb, ky ishte mundimi i vet\u00ebm q\u00eb kishte.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb pa nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr: iu b\u00eb sikur ishte shtrir\u00eb mbi bar\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb, n\u00ebn t\u00eb cilin kishte plot gj\u00ebmba q\u00eb nuk e linin t\u00eb b\u00ebnte rehat. Pastaj iu b\u00eb sikur u shtri n\u00eb nj\u00eb shtrat t\u00eb but\u00eb me tr\u00ebndafila, prej nga doli nj\u00eb gjarp\u00ebr q\u00eb e pickoi mu n\u00eb zem\u00ebr me thimthin e tij t\u00eb mpreht\u00eb dhe t\u00eb helmatisur.<\/p>\n

– Ajme! – tha ai me vete. – Prej koh\u00ebsh po rri shtrir\u00eb mbi k\u00ebt\u00eb bar\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb plot gjemba. tani jam shtrir\u00eb mbi nj\u00eb shtrat tr\u00ebndafilash, por kush do t\u00eb jet\u00eb vall\u00eb gjarp\u00ebri?”.<\/p>\n

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1. Em\u00ebr i shkurtuar p\u00ebr Zend- Avest\u00ebn, q\u00eb p\u00ebrmban nj\u00ebqind k\u00ebshilla, t\u00eb cilat konsiderohen si portat p\u00ebr t\u2019u futur n\u00eb mbret\u00ebrin\u00eb e qiellit (prej k\u00ebtej emri Sad-der, q\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb Nj\u00ebqind portat).<\/em><\/p>\n

2. Per\u00ebndia e drit\u00ebs hyjnore n\u00eb besimin e vjet\u00ebr persian<\/em>.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Anton Pavllovi\u00e7 \u00c7ehov<\/strong><\/p>\n

“STEPA<\/strong>”<\/p>\n

Fragment<\/em><\/p>\n

VII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Edhe nat\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr qerrtar\u00ebt b\u00ebn\u00eb pushim dhe zien sup\u00eb. K\u00ebsaj rrradhe q\u00eb n\u00eb fillim ndihej n\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb nj\u00eb trishtim i pap\u00ebrcaktuar. Ishte zagushi. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb pinin shum\u00eb uj\u00eb, por nuk mund ta shuanin etjen. H\u00ebna q\u00eb doli ishte shum\u00eb e bak\u00ebrt dhe e vrenjtur, sikur t\u00eb ishte e s\u00ebmur\u00eb, edhe yjet ishin mvrejtur, muzgu ishte m\u00eb i dendur, horizonti m\u00eb i turbullt. Natyra sikur parandjente di\u00e7ka dhe po l\u00ebngonte.<\/p>\n

Pran\u00eb zjarrit nuk ishte m\u00eb ajo gjall\u00ebria e djeshme. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb ishin t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitur dhe flisnin me p\u00ebrtaci dhe pa d\u00ebshir\u00eb. Pantelei vet\u00ebm psher\u00ebtinte, ankohej p\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe her\u00eb pas here fliste p\u00ebr vdekjen mizore.<\/p>\n

Dimovi ishte shtrir\u00eb n\u00eb bark, nuk fliste dhe p\u00ebrtypte nj\u00eb fije kashte; n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb shprehje neverie, sikur kasht\u00ebs t’i vinte er\u00eb e keqe; dukej i inatosur dhe i lodhur… Vasja ankohej se ndjen therje n\u00eb nofull dhe profetizonte mot t\u00eb keq; Emeljani nuk i tundte krah\u00ebt, rrinte pa l\u00ebvizur dhe v\u00ebshtronte i vrenjtur zjarrin. Po dergjej edhe Jegorushka. Ecja n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb e kishte lodhur, nd\u00ebrsa nga vapa e dit\u00ebs po i dhimbte koka.<\/p>\n

Kur zjeu supa, Dimovi nga m\u00ebrzitja filloi t\u00eb grindej me shok\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

– Deri tani ndejti, nishani! Tani vjen dhe e fut lug\u00ebn i pari! – tha ai, duke par\u00eb me inat Emeljanin. – Makut! I pari do t\u00eb ulet tek kusia! K\u00ebng\u00ebtar ka qen\u00eb dhe mendon se \u00ebsht\u00eb zotni! Sa k\u00ebng\u00ebtar\u00eb si ti bredhin n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb dhe k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb l\u00ebmosh\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Po ti \u00e7’ke? – e pyeti Emeljani, duke v\u00ebshtruar gjithashtu me inat.<\/p>\n

– \u00c7far\u00eb kam? Mos u fut i pari tek kusia, k\u00ebt\u00eb kam. Dhe mos shit mend shum\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Ti je budalla, – tha Emeljani me z\u00eb t\u00eb ngjirrur.<\/p>\n

Duke e ditur nga eksperienca se si p\u00ebrfundojn\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb bisedat e k\u00ebtij lloji, Pantelei dhe Vasja nd\u00ebrhun\u00eb dhe filluan t\u00eb bindin Dimovin q\u00eb t\u00eb mos shaj\u00eb kot.<\/p>\n

– K\u00ebng\u00ebtar… – nuk pushonte \u00e7apk\u00ebni, duke qeshur me p\u00ebrbuzje. – K\u00ebshtu mund t\u00eb k\u00ebndojn\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb. Rri ulur n\u00eb kish\u00eb dhe k\u00ebndo: “M\u00eb jepni l\u00ebmosh\u00eb, p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb Krishtit!”.<\/p>\n

Emeljani nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj. Kjo heshtje e t\u00ebrboi Dimovin. Ai e v\u00ebshtroi akoma m\u00eb me urrejtje ish k\u00ebng\u00ebtarin dhe tha:<\/p>\n

– Nuk do t’i hyj\u00eb sherrit me mua, pa ja tregoj un\u00eb qejfin, le t\u00eb shes\u00eb mend pataj!<\/p>\n

– \u00c7far\u00eb ke q\u00eb m\u00eb je qepur, mor xhahil! – u nxe Emeljani. – Po t\u00eb ngacmoj un\u00eb ty?<\/p>\n

– Si m\u00eb quajte? – pyeti Dimovi, duke u drejtuar, dhe syt\u00eb iu mbush\u00ebn t\u00ebr\u00eb gjak. – Si? Xhahil? Ashtu? Na at\u00ebher\u00eb! Shko e k\u00ebrkoje!<\/p>\n

Dimovi i rr\u00ebmbeu Emeljanit lug\u00ebn nga dora dhe ia v\u00ebrviti larg. Kirjuha, Vasja dhe Stepka brof\u00ebn n\u00eb k\u00ebm\u00eb dhe vrapuan ta gjenin, nd\u00ebrsa Emeljani po shikonte Pantelein me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim pyet\u00ebs dhe lut\u00ebs. Papritmas fytyra e tij u b\u00eb e vock\u00ebl, u rrudh, u drodh, dhe ish k\u00ebng\u00ebtari filloi t\u00eb qante si f\u00ebmij\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Jegorushka, q\u00eb e urrente prej koh\u00ebsh Dimovin, ndjeu se si n\u00eb aj\u00ebr befas u b\u00eb nj\u00eb zagushi e padurueshme, se si zjarri po i digjte dhe p\u00ebrv\u00eblonte fytyr\u00ebn; atij i lindi d\u00ebshira t\u00eb shkonte me vrap tek qerrja, n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb, por syt\u00eb e liq dhe t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitur t\u00eb \u00e7apk\u00ebnit nuk e linin t\u00eb largohej. Duke pasur nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb madhe p\u00ebr t’i th\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb jasht\u00ebzonisht fyese, ai eci n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb Dimovit dhe i tha, duke iu marr\u00eb fryma:<\/p>\n

– Ti je m\u00eb i ligu nga t\u00eb gjith\u00eb! Me sy nuk t\u00eb shoh dot!<\/p>\n

Pas k\u00ebtyre fjal\u00ebve ai donte t\u00eb vraponte tek qerrja, por nuk mundi t\u00eb l\u00ebvizte kurr\u00ebsesi nga vendi dhe vazhdoi:<\/p>\n

– N\u00eb bot\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr ti do t\u00eb digjesh n\u00eb ferr! Do t’i ankohem Ivan Ivanovi\u00e7it! Si guzon t\u00eb fyesh t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt! Si guxon t\u00eb fyesh Emeljanin!<\/p>\n

– Pa shiko, shiko! – tha me qes\u00ebndi Dimovi. – Edhe ky klysh, q\u00eb nuk i \u00ebsht\u00eb thar\u00eb akoma qum\u00ebshti n\u00eb buz\u00eb, dashka t\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsoj\u00eb mua. Po sikur t\u00eb t\u00eb kap p\u00ebr veshi?<\/p>\n

Jegorushka ndjeu se nuk mund t\u00eb merrte frym\u00eb m\u00eb; ai papritmas, gj\u00eb q\u00eb nuk kishte ndodhur me t\u00eb kurr\u00eb, filloi t\u00eb dridhej i t\u00ebri, p\u00ebrplasi k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe klithi me nj\u00eb z\u00eb ther\u00ebs:<\/p>\n

– Rrifeni at\u00eb! Rrifeni at\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Lot\u00ebt i v\u00ebrshyen nga syt\u00eb; i erdhi turp dhe, duke u l\u00ebkundur, rendi tek qerrja. Ai nuk pa se \u00e7far\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypjeje b\u00ebri klithja e tij. Duke ndenjur shtrir\u00eb mbi thesin me lesh dhe duke qar\u00eb, atij i dridheshin duart e k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste:<\/p>\n

– Mama! Mama!<\/p>\n

Edhe njer\u00ebrzit, edhe hijet p\u00ebr rreth zjarrit, edhe thas\u00ebt e err\u00ebt, dhe rrufeja e larg\u00ebt q\u00eb ndriste \u00e7do minut\u00eb tutje larg, t\u00eb gjitha i dukeshin tani t\u00eb frikshme dhe armiqsore. Ai po tmerrohej dhe i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar pyeste veten se si dhe p\u00ebrse kishte q\u00eblluar n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb panjohur dhe kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e k\u00ebtyre fshatar\u00ebve t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm? Ku t\u00eb jen\u00eb tani ungji, at Kristofori dhe Deniska? P\u00ebrse po vonohen kaq shum\u00eb? Mos e kan\u00eb harruar? Mendimi se e kan\u00eb harruar dhe e kan\u00eb braktisur n\u00eb m\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb fatit e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb ndjente t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb dhe t\u00eb kishte kaq frik\u00eb, sa disa her\u00eb u b\u00eb gati t\u00eb k\u00ebrcente nga thesi posht\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ikte me vrap, pa e kthyer kok\u00ebn prapa, por kujtimi i kryqeve t\u00eb zinj, t\u00eb vrenjtur, q\u00eb do t\u00eb haste patjet\u00ebr rrug\u00ebs, si edhe rrufeja q\u00eb ndriste larg e b\u00ebnin t\u00eb kthente mendje… Dhe vet\u00ebm kur p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste: “Mama! Mama!” sikur e ndjente veten m\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb…<\/p>\n

Me sa duket edhe qerrtar\u00ebt ndjenin frik\u00eb. Pasi ishte larguar Jegorushka me vrap nga zjarri, ata n\u00eb fillim kishin heshtur nj\u00eb cop\u00eb her\u00eb, pastaj me gjysm\u00eb z\u00ebri dhe pa b\u00ebr\u00eb zhurm\u00eb kishin filluar t\u00eb thoshnin se ai \u00ebsht\u00eb duke ardhur dhe se duhet ikur sa m\u00eb shpejt prej tij… Ata h\u00ebngr\u00ebn dark\u00eb shpejt e shpejt, shuajt\u00ebn zjarrin dhe n\u00eb heshtje filluan t\u00eb mbrehin kuajt. Nga ecejaket dhe frazat e tyre t\u00eb shk\u00ebputura dukej se ata parashikonin ndonj\u00eb fatkeq\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n

Para se t\u00eb niseshin n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, Dimovi iu afrua Panteleit dhe e pyeti me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt:<\/p>\n

– Si e quajn\u00eb?<\/p>\n

– Jegorij… – u p\u00ebrgjigj Pantelej.<\/p>\n

Dimovi vuri nj\u00ebr\u00ebn k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb rrot\u00ebn e qerres, kapi litarin, me t\u00eb cilin ishte lidhur thesi, dhe u ngrit lart. Jegorushka pa fytyr\u00ebn dhe kok\u00ebn e tij ka\u00e7urrele. Fytyra ishte e zbet\u00eb, e lodhur dhe serioze, por tani nuk shprehte m\u00eb inat.<\/p>\n

– Jerush! – tha ai me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt. – Na, q\u00ebllo!<\/p>\n

Jegorushka e v\u00ebshtroi me habi. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb shkrepi nj\u00eb rrufe.<\/p>\n

– S’ka gj\u00eb, bjer! – p\u00ebrs\u00ebriti Dimovi.<\/p>\n

Dhe pa pritur q\u00eb Jegorushka ta q\u00ebllonte apo t\u00eb fliste me t\u00eb, ai k\u00ebrceu posht\u00eb dhe tha:<\/p>\n

– Sa i m\u00ebrzitur jam!<\/p>\n

Pastaj, duke u l\u00ebkundur her\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn, her\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn k\u00ebmb\u00eb, filloi t\u00eb ecte me p\u00ebrtaci rr\u00ebz\u00eb qerres dhe me nj\u00eb z\u00eb si vajtonj\u00ebs, si keqardh\u00ebs p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste:<\/p>\n

– Sa i m\u00ebrzitur q\u00eb jam! O zot! Kurse ti mos m\u00eb merr inat, Emelja, – tha ai, duke kaluar pran\u00eb Emeljanit. – Jeta jon\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e kot\u00eb, nj\u00eb jet\u00eb e mallkuar!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb t\u00eb djatht\u00eb shkrepi nj\u00eb vet\u00ebtim\u00eb dhe, sikur t\u00eb ishte reflektuar n\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb, menj\u00ebher\u00eb ndriti larg.<\/p>\n

– Jegorij, merre! – thirri Pantelej, duke i dh\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb posht\u00eb nj\u00eb send t\u00eb madh dhe t\u00eb zi.<\/p>\n

– \u00c7’\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo? – pyeti Jegorushka.<\/p>\n

– Rrogoz! Po t\u00eb bjer\u00eb shi, mbulohu me t\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Jegorushka u ngrit pak\u00ebz dhe v\u00ebshtroi rreth vetes. Horizonti ishte nxir\u00eb dhe m\u00eb shpesh se \u00e7do nj\u00eb minut\u00eb vezullonte nj\u00eb drit\u00eb e zbet\u00eb. Err\u00ebsira e zez\u00eb prirej djathtas sikur t\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr nj\u00eb pesh\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Babagjysh, do t\u00eb kemi fortun\u00eb? – pyeti Jegorushka.<\/p>\n

– Ah, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e mia t\u00eb s\u00ebmura, t\u00eb ngrira! – po thoshte si duke k\u00ebnduar Pantelei, pa i d\u00ebgjuar fjal\u00ebt e tij dhe duke p\u00ebrplasur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

Nga e majta dikush sikur ndezi nj\u00eb shkrepse n\u00eb qiell; vezulloi nj\u00eb fash\u00eb e zbet\u00eb fosforike dhe u shua. U d\u00ebgjua se si diku shum\u00eb larg dikush po ecte n\u00ebp\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ati llamarine. Me siguri ishte duke ecur zbathur, sepse llamarina hungronte shurdh\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

– \u00cbsht\u00eb me shi! – thirri Kirjuha.<\/p>\n

Midis horizontit dhe qiellit n\u00eb t\u00eb djatht\u00eb shkrepi nj\u00eb vet\u00ebtim\u00eb dhe kaq qart\u00eb sa ndri\u00e7oi nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb step\u00ebs dhe vendin ku qielli i kthjell\u00ebt kufizohej me err\u00ebsir\u00ebn. Nj\u00eb re e frikshme po vinte dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb, si nj\u00eb mas\u00eb e plot\u00eb; n\u00eb cep t\u00eb saj vareshin laskar\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj t\u00eb zi; t\u00eb till\u00eb laskar\u00eb, duke shtyr\u00eb nj\u00ebri tjetrin, ishin grumbulluar n\u00eb horizontin e djatht\u00eb dhe t\u00eb majt\u00eb. Kjo pamje e shqyer, e laskarosur e res\u00eb i jepte asaj nj\u00eb shprehje prej pijaneci \u00e7apk\u00ebn. Kjart\u00eb dhe fort ushtoi nj\u00eb bubullim\u00eb. Jegorushka b\u00ebri kryqin dhe filloi t\u00eb vishte shpejt pallton.<\/p>\n

– Jam i m\u00ebrzitur! – u d\u00ebgjua thirrja e Dimovit nga qerret e para dhe nga z\u00ebri i tij mund t\u00eb mendoje se kishte filluar p\u00ebrs\u00ebri t\u00eb inatosej. – Jam i m\u00ebrzitur!<\/p>\n

Befas fryu era dhe me kaq forc\u00eb sa gati ia rr\u00ebmbeu Jegorushk\u00ebs bo\u00e7en dhe rrogozin; duke u dridhur, rrogozi u turr n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha an\u00ebt dhe u p\u00ebrplas me thesin dhe fytyr\u00ebn e Jegorushk\u00ebs. Era rendi me v\u00ebrsh\u00ebllim\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr step\u00eb, u v\u00ebrtit n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7rregullt dhe bashk\u00eb me brain ngriti nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb aq t\u00eb madhe, sa nuk d\u00ebgjoheshin m\u00eb as bubullima dhe as k\u00ebrcitja e rrotave. Ajo frynte prej res\u00eb, duke sjell\u00eb me vete bashka pluhuri dhe arom\u00ebn e shiut dhe t\u00eb tok\u00ebs s\u00eb njomur. Drita e h\u00ebn\u00ebs u mjegullua, sikur u b\u00eb m\u00eb e ndotur, yjet u vrenjt\u00ebn edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb, dhe dukej se si n\u00ebp\u00ebr cepin e rrug\u00ebs vraponin diku prapa bashkat e pluhurit dhe hijet e tyre. P\u00ebshtjellat, duke u v\u00ebrtitur dhe duke marr\u00eb me vete pluhurin e tok\u00ebs, brain e that\u00eb dhe pend\u00ebt, ngriheshin me sa duket tani deri n\u00eb qiell. Me siguri af\u00ebr res\u00eb s\u00eb madhe t\u00eb zez\u00eb tani ishin duke fluturuar lulet bredharake, q\u00eb kushedi sa frik\u00eb do t\u00eb ken\u00eb! Por p\u00ebrmes pluhurit, q\u00eb t\u00eb zinte syt\u00eb, tanim\u00eb nuk dukej asgj\u00eb, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 ndri\u00e7imit t\u00eb rrufeve.<\/p>\n

Jegorushka, duke menduar se n\u00eb \u00e7ast do t\u00eb filloj\u00eb shiu, u ul n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb dhe u mbulua me rrogoz.<\/p>\n

– Pantele-ej-ej! – thirri dikush p\u00ebrpara. — A…a…va!<\/p>\n

– Nuk d\u00ebgjohet! – u p\u00ebrgjigj me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb dhe melodioz Pantelej.<\/p>\n

– A…a…va! Arr-rraa-rra!<\/p>\n

Gj\u00ebmoi me zem\u00ebrim nj\u00eb bubullim\u00eb, u rrokullis n\u00ebp\u00ebr qiell nga e djathta n\u00eb t\u00eb majt\u00eb, pastaj prapa dhe shtangu af\u00ebr qerreve t\u00eb p\u00ebrparme.<\/p>\n

– Zot, zot, zot, zoti Savoaf, – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste Jegorushka, duke b\u00ebr\u00eb kryq. – Mbushe qiell e tok\u00eb plot me lavdin\u00eb t\u00ebnde, o zot!…<\/p>\n

Err\u00ebsira e qiellit hapi goj\u00ebn dhe \u00e7fryu zjarr t\u00eb bardh\u00eb; menj\u00ebher\u00eb gj\u00ebmoi bubullima; porsa ajo heshti, nj\u00eb rrufe p\u00ebrshk\u00ebnditi kaq shum\u00eb, sa Jegorushka p\u00ebrmes vrmave t\u00eb rrogozit befas pa t\u00eb gjith\u00eb rrug\u00ebn e madhe deri n\u00eb horizont, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb qerrtar\u00ebt dhe bile bluz\u00ebn e Kirjuh\u00ebs. Laskar\u00ebt e zinj n\u00eb t\u00eb majt\u00eb po ngriheshin p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb dhe nj\u00ebri prej tyre, i ashp\u00ebr, i ngath\u00ebt, si nj\u00eb p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb me gishtrinj, u zgjat n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb h\u00ebn\u00ebs. Jegorushka vendosi t\u00eb mbyllte syt\u00eb fort, t\u00eb largonte mendjen dhe t\u00eb priste, kur t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto t\u00eb mbaronin.<\/p>\n

Shiu sepse nuk po fillonte p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Jegorushka me shpres\u00eb se reja ndoshta do t\u00eb iki anash, v\u00ebshtroi nga vrima e rrogozit. Ishte tmerr\u00ebsisht err\u00ebt. Ai nuk shihte as Pantelein, as thesin, as veten; v\u00ebshtroi me bisht t\u00eb syrit atje ku m\u00eb par\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb h\u00ebna, por atje nxinte e nj\u00ebjta err\u00ebsir\u00eb si n\u00eb qerre. Kurse rrufet\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb dukeshin m\u00eb t\u00eb bardha dhe m\u00eb verbuese, aq sa t\u00eb dhimbnin syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Pantelej! – thirri Jegorushka.<\/p>\n

Nuk pasoi asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje. Por ja era e tundi p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb fundit rrogozin dhe iku diku tutje. U d\u00ebgjua nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb e qet\u00eb, e nj\u00ebtrajtshme. Nj\u00eb pik\u00eb e madhe e ftoht\u00eb ra n\u00eb gjurin e Jegorushk\u00ebs, tjetra i rr\u00ebshqiti n\u00ebp\u00ebr dor\u00eb. Ai vuri re se gjunj\u00ebt ishin t\u00eb pambuluara dhe donte t\u00eb ndreqte rrogozin, por n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb di\u00e7ka u derdh dhe filloi t\u00eb trokiste n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb, pastaj n\u00ebp\u00ebr trupin e kafsh\u00ebs, n\u00ebp\u00ebr thes. Ky ishte shiu. Ai dhe thesi sikur e kuptuan nj\u00ebri tjetrin mir\u00eb, filluan t\u00eb flasin shpej, g\u00ebzuesh\u00ebm dhe n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb neveritshme, si t\u00eb ishin dy sorra.<\/p>\n

Jegorushka kish ndenjur m\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb themi kish ndenjur mbi \u00e7izme. Kur trokiti shiu mbi rrogoz, ai nxori trupin p\u00ebrpara p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbrojtur gjunjt\u00eb, q\u00eb u b\u00ebn\u00eb qull menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Gjunjt\u00eb mundi t’i mbulonte, por jo m\u00eb pak se pas nj\u00eb minuti nj\u00eb lag\u00ebshti e pak\u00ebndshme u ndje nga prapa, posht\u00eb kurrizit dhe n\u00eb pulpa. Ai mori q\u00ebndrimin e m\u00ebparsh\u00ebm, nxori gjunj\u00ebt n\u00eb shi dhe filloi t\u00eb mendonte se \u00e7’duhet b\u00ebr\u00eb, si ta ndreq rrogozin e paduksh\u00ebm n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb. Por duart i kishte tani t\u00eb njoma, n\u00eb meng\u00eb dhe pas jak\u00ebs rridhte j\u00eb, shpatullat i ngrin\u00eb. Dhe ai vendosi t\u00eb mos b\u00ebnte asgj\u00eb, por t\u00eb rrinte pa l\u00ebvizur dhe t\u00eb priste kur do t\u00eb mbaroj\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka.<\/p>\n

– Zot, zot, zot… – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste ai.<\/p>\n

Befas sip\u00ebr kok\u00ebs s\u00eb tij me nj\u00eb t\u00ebrs\u00ebll\u00ebm\u00eb t\u00eb frikshme shurdhuese u shqye qielli; Jegorushka u p\u00ebrkul dhe mbajti frym\u00ebn, duke pritur kur do t\u00eb bien n\u00eb zverkun dhe kurrizin e tij copat e qiellit. Syt\u00eb pa dashur iu hap\u00ebn dhe ai pa se si mbi gishtrinjt\u00eb e tij, m\u00ebng\u00ebt e lagura dhe currilat q\u00eb binin nga rrogozi, mbi thes dhe posht\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb shkrepi dhe vezulloi nja pes\u00eb her\u00eb nj\u00eb drit\u00eb ther\u00ebse e verbuese. U d\u00ebgjua nj\u00eb gj\u00ebmim tjet\u00ebr, po aq i fort\u00eb dhe i tmerrsh\u00ebm,. Qielli tani nuk gj\u00ebmonte, nuk ushtonte, por l\u00ebshonte ca tinguj t\u00eb that\u00eb, k\u00ebrcit\u00ebs, si tingujt e nj\u00eb druri t\u00eb that\u00eb kur thyhet.<\/p>\n

“Tr-r-ah!Tah-tah!tah!” – gj\u00ebmonte shkoqur bubullima, rrokullisej n\u00ebp\u00ebr qiell, pengohej dhe diku pran\u00eb qerreve t\u00eb para apo diku prapa larg p\u00ebrmbysej me nj\u00eb ‘traa!…” plot zem\u00ebrim.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb p\u00ebrpara rrufet\u00eb ishin vet\u00ebm t\u00eb frikshme, nd\u00ebrsa me nj\u00eb bubullim\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb ato ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb lemerit\u00ebse. Drita e tyre djall\u00ebzore dep\u00ebrtonte p\u00ebrmes qepallave t\u00eb mbyllura dhe shp\u00ebrndahej e ftoht\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin. \u00c7’t\u00eb b\u00ebsh q\u00eb t\u00eb mos i shikosh? Jegorushka vendosi t\u00eb kthehet me kok\u00ebn prapa. Me kujdes, sikur t\u00eb kishte frik\u00eb se jan\u00eb duke e mbikqyrur, ai uli duart p\u00ebr tok\u00eb dhe, duke ecur me duar e me k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr thesin e njomur, u kthye prapa.<\/p>\n

“Tr-r-ah! tah! tah!” – u d\u00ebgjua sip\u00ebr kok\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, ra n\u00ebn qerre dhe shp\u00ebrtheu-“R-r-r-a-a!”.<\/p>\n

Syt\u00eb iu hap\u00ebn p\u00ebrs\u00ebri padashur, dhe Jegorushka pa nj\u00eb rreik t\u00eb ri; pas qerres ishin duke ecur tre gjigant\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj me heshta t\u00eb gjata. Rrufeja p\u00ebrshk\u00ebnditi n\u00eb majat e heshtave dhe i ndriti qart\u00eb figurat e tyre. K\u00ebta ishin njer\u00ebz me p\u00ebrmasa gjigante, me fytyra t\u00eb mbuluara, me koka t\u00eb ulura dhe me nj\u00eb ecje t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Ata dukeshin t\u00eb trishtuar dhe t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitur, t\u00eb zhytur n\u00eb mendime. Ndoshta ata ecnin pas karvanit jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb ndonj\u00eb t\u00eb keqe, por megjithat\u00eb prania e tyre t\u00eb kallte tmerrin.<\/p>\n

Jegorushka u kthye shpejt p\u00ebrpara dhe, duke u dredhur me t\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin, thirri:<\/p>\n

– Pantelej! Babagjysh!<\/p>\n

“Tr-r-ah! tah! tah!” – iu p\u00ebrgjigj qielli.<\/p>\n

Ai hapi syt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb se jan\u00eb aty qerrtar\u00ebt. Rrufeja p\u00ebrshk\u00ebnditi n\u00eb dy vende dhe ndri\u00e7oi rrug\u00ebn deri n\u00eb horizont, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb karvanin dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb qerrtar\u00ebt. N\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00eb rridhnin rr\u00ebke uji dhe n\u00ebp\u00ebr to k\u00ebrcenin nj\u00eb miz\u00ebri me flluska. Pantelej ecte pran\u00eb qerres, kapelen e tij t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe supet i kishte mbuluar me nj\u00eb rrogoz t\u00eb vog\u00ebl; figura e tij nuk shprehte as frik\u00eb, as shqet\u00ebsim, sikur t\u00eb ishte shurdhuar nga bubullima dhe t\u00eb ishte verbuar nga rrufeja.<\/p>\n

– Babagjysh, gjigand\u00ebt! – i thirri Jegorushka duke qar\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Por babagjyshi nuk d\u00ebgjonte. M\u00eb tutje ecte Emeljani. Ai ishte mbuluar me nj\u00eb rrogoz t\u00eb madh nga koka te k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe kishte tani form\u00ebn e nj\u00eb trek\u00ebndshi. Vasja, krejt i pambuluar, ecte si nj\u00eb shkop i ngrir\u00eb, duke ngritur lart, si gjithnj\u00eb, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe pa p\u00ebrkulur gjunjt\u00eb. Nga shk\u00eblqimi i rrufes\u00eb dukej sikur karvani nuk ecte, qerrtar\u00ebt kishin shtangur n\u00eb vend dhe Vasjes i kishte ngrir\u00eb kemba e ngritur lart…<\/p>\n

Jegorushka thirri edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb babagjushin. Duke mos marr\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje, ai u ul pa l\u00ebvizur dhe tani nuk po priste m\u00eb se kur do t\u00eb mbaronte gjith\u00e7ka. Ai ishte i bindur se n\u00eb \u00e7ast do ta vras\u00eb rrufeja, se syt\u00eb do t\u00eb happen padashur dhe ai do t\u00eb shikoj\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri gjigant\u00ebt e tmerrsh\u00ebm. Dhe tani nuk po b\u00ebnte m\u00eb kryq, nuk po th\u00ebrriste babagjyshin, nuk po mendonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn dhe vet\u00ebm kishte ngrir\u00eb nga t\u00eb ftoht\u00ebt dhe nga nj\u00eb bindje e sigurt se shtr\u00ebngata nuk do t\u00eb mbaroj\u00eb kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Por befas u d\u00ebgjuan z\u00ebra.<\/p>\n

– Jegorij, po ti po fle k\u00ebshtu? – i thirri q\u00eb posht\u00eb Pantelej. – Zbrit! Je shurdhuar, taravol!…<\/p>\n

– K\u00ebsaj i thon\u00eb shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb! – tha nj\u00eb bas i panjohur dhe gagariti n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb si t\u00eb kishte pir\u00eb nj\u00eb got\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb me vodk\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Jegorushka hapi syt\u00eb. Posht\u00eb af\u00ebr qerres kishin q\u00ebndruar Pantelei dhe trekend\u00ebshi Emeljan me gjigant\u00ebt. K\u00ebta t\u00eb fundit tani dukeshin m\u00ebt\u00eb vegj\u00ebl nga shtati dhe, kur Jegorushka i v\u00ebshtroi mir\u00eb, doli se ata ishin fshatar\u00eb t\u00eb zakonsh\u00ebm, q\u00eb mbanin n\u00eb sup jo heshta, por cfurqe hekuri. N\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn midis Panteleit dhe trek\u00ebndshit ndriste dritarja e nj\u00eb kasolleje t\u00eb ul\u00ebt. Dometh\u00ebn\u00eb karvani kishte ndalur n\u00eb fshat. Jegorushka hoqi rrogozin, mori bo\u00e7en dhe k\u00ebrceu shpejt nga qerrja. Tani, kur af\u00ebr po flisnin njer\u00ebz dhe po ndri\u00e7onte dritarja, ai nuk ndjente m\u00eb frik\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse bubullima sokollinte si edhe m\u00eb par\u00eb dhe rrufeja e \u00e7ante her\u00eb pas here qiellin mes p\u00ebr mes.<\/p>\n

– Shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb e mir\u00eb, nuk ke \u00e7’i thua… – belb\u00ebzonte Pantelej. – LAvdi zotit… K\u00ebmb\u00ebt m’u lag\u00ebn pak nga shiu, por nuk ka gj\u00eb… Zbrit, Jegorij! Mir\u00eb, shko n\u00eb kasolle… Nuk ka gj\u00eb…<\/p>\n

– Zot, zot, zot… – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste Emeljani. – Me siguri ka q\u00eblluar diku… Ju t\u00eb k\u00ebtush\u00ebm jeni? – pyeti ai gjigant\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

– Jo, prej Glinove… Ne jemi glinovas. Tek zot\u00ebrinjt\u00eb Pllater\u00eb punojm\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Shini grur\u00eb, \u00eb?<\/p>\n

– T\u00eb ndryshme. H\u00eb p\u00ebr h\u00eb korrim grurin. E \u00e7far\u00eb rrufesh! Ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb nuk ka patur nj\u00eb shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb si kjo…<\/p>\n

Jegorushka hyri n\u00eb kasolle. Atje takoi nj\u00eb plak\u00eb t\u00eb dob\u00ebt, t\u00eb krrusur, me nj\u00eb mjek\u00ebrr t\u00eb mpreht\u00eb. Ajo mbante n\u00eb dor\u00eb nj\u00eb qiri salloje, rrudhte syt\u00eb dhe psher\u00ebtinte me z\u00eb t\u00eb zvargur:<\/p>\n

– \u00c7far\u00eb shtr\u00ebngate na d\u00ebrgoi zoti! – tha ajo. – Kurse tan\u00ebt flen\u00eb n\u00eb step\u00eb, jan\u00eb duke vuajtur, zogat e n\u00ebn\u00ebs! Zhvishu, biri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs, xhvishu…<\/p>\n

Duke u dridhur nga t\u00eb ftoht\u00ebt dhe duke u mbledhur nga sikleti, Jegorushka hoqi pallton e lagur, pastaj hapi duart dhe k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb cop\u00eb her\u00eb nuk l\u00ebvizi. Edhe l\u00ebvizja m\u00eb e vog\u00ebl i shkaktonte ndjenj\u00ebn e pak\u00ebndshme t\u00eb lag\u00ebshtis\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ftoht\u00ebsis\u00eb. M\u00ebng\u00ebt dhe kurrizi i k\u00ebmish\u00ebs ishin njomur, pantallonat i ishin ngjitur pas kemb\u00ebve, nga koka rridhte uj\u00eb…<\/p>\n

– H\u00eb, djalosh, mos do t\u00eb rrish k\u00ebshtu si trung? – i tha plaka. – Shko ulu!<\/p>\n

Duke hapur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt sa m\u00eb gjer\u00eb, Jegorushka iu afrua tavolin\u00ebs dhe u ul n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol af\u00ebr kok\u00ebs s\u00eb dikujt. Koka filloi t\u00eb l\u00ebvizte, l\u00ebshoi nga hunda nj\u00eb sht\u00ebllung\u00eb ajri, u p\u00ebrtyp dhe u qet\u00ebsua. Nga koka p\u00ebr s\u00eb gjati stolit zgjatej nj\u00eb si kod\u00ebr, e mbuluar me peli\u00e7e prej l\u00ebkure delesh. Ishte duke fjetur nj\u00eb fshatark\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Plaka, duke psher\u00ebtir\u00eb, doli dhe u kthye shpejt me nj\u00eb shalqi dhe nj\u00eb pjep\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

– Ha, biri im! Nuk kam gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb gostis… – tha ajo, duke gog\u00ebsitur, pastaj k\u00ebrkoi n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb dhe nxori prej andej nj\u00eb thik\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb t\u00eb mpreht\u00eb, t\u00eb ngjashme me ato thikat q\u00eb kusar\u00ebt p\u00ebrdorin n\u00ebp\u00ebr hane p\u00ebr t\u00eb therur tregtar\u00ebt. – Ha, biri im!<\/p>\n

Jegorushka, duke u dridhur si nd\u00ebr ethe, h\u00ebngri nj\u00eb thel\u00eb pjep\u00ebr me buk\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb, pastaj nj\u00eb thel\u00eb shalqi dhe filloi t\u00eb kishte akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Tan\u00ebt flen\u00eb n\u00eb step\u00eb… – psher\u00ebtiu plaka, kur ai ishte duke ngr\u00ebn\u00eb. – \u00cbsht\u00eb zem\u00ebruar per\u00ebndia… Mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb ndez nj\u00eb qiri para ikon\u00ebs, por nuk e di ku e ka futur Stepanida. Ha, biri im, ha…<\/p>\n

Plaka gog\u00ebsiti dhe, duke hedhur prapa dor\u00ebn e djatht\u00eb, kruajti me t\u00eb shpatull\u00ebn e majt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ora nja dy tani, – tha ajo. Edhe pak e duhet t\u00eb ngrihem. Tan\u00ebt flen\u00eb n\u00eb step\u00eb… Do t\u00eb jen\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb qull\u00eb…<\/p>\n

– Gjyshe, – tha Jegorushka. – Un\u00eb dua t\u00eb fle.<\/p>\n

– Shtriu, biri im, shtriu… – psher\u00ebtiu plaka, duke gog\u00ebsitur. O zoti Jezu Krisht! Isha duke fjetur, kur d\u00ebgjoj sikur dikush troket. U zgjova, shikoj, zoti kish d\u00ebrguar shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb… Duhet ndezur nj\u00eb qiri, por nuk po e gjej dot.<\/p>\n

Duke folur me vete, ajo hoqi nga tavolina nj\u00eb si rreck\u00eb, me siguri dyshekun e saj, hoqi nga gozhda af\u00ebr furrr\u00ebs dy peli\u00e7e dhe filloi t\u00eb shtrohte p\u00ebr Jegorushk\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

– Shtr\u00ebngata nuk do t\u00eb pushoj\u00eb, – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste ajo. – Se mos, na ruajt zoti, na bie zjarri. Tan\u00ebt flen\u00eb n\u00eb step\u00eb… Shtriu, biri im, fli… Krishti qoft\u00eb me ty, bir… Pjeprin nuk po e heq, ndoshta kur t\u00eb ngrihesh ha ndonj\u00eb thel\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Psher\u00ebtimat dhe gog\u00ebsitja e plak\u00ebs, frym\u00ebmarrja e qet\u00eb e fshatark\u00ebs s\u00eb fjetur, err\u00ebsira e kasolles dhe zhurma e shiut jasht\u00eb dritares ndillnin gjum\u00eb. Jegorushk\u00ebs i vinte turp t\u00eb zhvishej n\u00eb syt\u00eb e plak\u00ebs. Ai hoqi vet\u00ebm \u00e7izmet, u shtri dhe u mbulua me peli\u00e7en prej l\u00ebkure delesh.<\/p>\n

– U shtri djaloshi? – u d\u00ebgjua pas pak z\u00ebri i Panteleit.<\/p>\n

– U shtri! – u p\u00ebrgjigj duke p\u00ebshp\u00ebritur plaka. – \u00cbsht\u00eb inatosur per\u00ebndia! Bubullon e gj\u00ebmon, kurr\u00eb nuk ka t\u00eb sosur…<\/p>\n

– Tani do t\u00eb kaloj\u00eb… – p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti Pantelej duke u ulur. – U qet\u00ebsua pak… Djemt\u00eb u shp\u00ebrndan\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr kasolle, kurse dy veta q\u00ebndruan tek kuajt… Djelmoshat-de… Nuk b\u00ebn… Mund t\u00eb marrin kuajt. Ja po rri pak\u00ebz k\u00ebtu, pastaj po shkoj t’i nd\u00ebrroj.. Nuk b\u00ebn, mund t\u00eb na i marrin kuajt …<\/p>\n

Pantelei dhe plaka ishin ulur pran\u00eb tek k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e Jegorushk\u00ebs dhe flisnin duke p\u00ebshp\u00ebritur dhe duke e nd\u00ebrprer\u00eb t\u00eb folurit e tyre me psher\u00ebtima dhe gog\u00ebsima. Kurse Jegorushka nuk po ngrohej dot. Sip\u00ebr kishte nj\u00eb peli\u00e7e t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb, por i gjith\u00eb trupi i dridhej, duart dhe k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dridheshin si n\u00eb ethe, edhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrbrendshmet i dridheshin… U zhvesh n\u00ebn peli\u00e7e, por as kjo nuk ndihmoi. T\u00eb dridhurat po b\u00ebheshin gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb t\u00eb forta.<\/p>\n

Pantelei shkoi p\u00ebr t\u00eb z\u00ebvend\u00ebsuar djemt\u00eb dhe pastaj u kthye p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, nd\u00ebrsa Jegorushk\u00ebn akona nuk e kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi dhe atij po i dridhej i gjith\u00eb trupi. Di\u00e7ka ia shtypte kok\u00ebn dhe gjoksin, e mundonte dhe ai nuk e kuptonte se \u00e7’ishte kjo gj\u00eb; p\u00ebshp\u00ebritja e pleqve apo era e r\u00ebnd\u00eb e l\u00ebkur\u00ebve t\u00eb deleve. Nga thelat e shalqirit dhe t\u00eb pjeprit q\u00eb kishte ngr\u00ebn\u00eb ai kishte n\u00eb goj\u00eb nj\u00eb shije t\u00eb pak\u00ebndshme metalike. P\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr e pickonin edhe pleshtat.<\/p>\n

– Babagjysh, un\u00eb kam ftoht\u00eb! – tha ai dhe nuk e njohu z\u00ebrin e vet.<\/p>\n

– Fli, bir, fli… – psher\u00ebtiu plaka.<\/p>\n

Titi me k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e holla iu afrua dyshekut dhe i tundi duart, pastaj u rrit deri n\u00eb tavan dhe u kthye n\u00eb mulli ere. At Kristofori, me veshjen e plot\u00eb t\u00eb priftit dhe me kandillo n\u00eb dor\u00eb, krejt ndryshe nga si rrinte n\u00eb pajton, kaloi rreth e qark mullirit dhe e sp\u00ebrkati me uj\u00eb t\u00eb bekuar, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ai nuk po i tundte m\u00eb krah\u00ebt. Jegorushka, duke e ditur se ishte n\u00eb kllapi, hapi syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Babagjush! – thirri ai. – M\u00eb jep uj\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Askush nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj. Jegorushka filloi t\u00eb ndjente nj\u00eb zagushi t\u00eb padurueshme dhe nuk mund t\u00eb rrinte shtrir\u00eb. Ai u ngrit, u vesh dhe doli jasht\u00eb kasolles. Po gdhinte m\u00ebngjesi. Qielli ishte i vrenjtur, por shi nuk kishte. Duke u dridhur e duke u mb\u00ebshtjellur me pallton e lagur, Jegorushka kaloi n\u00ebp\u00ebr oborrin t\u00ebr\u00eb balt\u00eb dhe vuri veshin t\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte. I ra n\u00eb sy nj\u00eb katua i vog\u00ebl me nj\u00eb der\u00eb kallamash gjysm\u00eb t\u00eb hapur. V\u00ebshtroi n\u00eb katua, u fut brenda dhe u ul n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb err\u00ebt mbi nj\u00eb grumbull bajgash t\u00eb thara.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb kok\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb mendimet po ngat\u00ebrroheshin, goj\u00ebn e kishte t\u00eb that\u00eb dhe ndjente nj\u00eb shije t\u00eb keqe metalike. Ai v\u00ebshtroi kapelen e tij, ndreqi pend\u00ebn e palloit dhe iu kujtua se si kishte shkuar me maman\u00eb p\u00ebr ta bler\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb kapele. Futi dor\u00ebn n\u00eb xhep dhe nxori q\u00eb andej nj\u00eb top qiri\u00e7i t\u00eb murrm\u00eb dhe ngjit\u00ebs. Si ishte futur ky qiri\u00e7 n\u00eb xhepin e tij? Ai mendoi, nuhati: vinte era mjalt\u00eb. Aha, ishte kula\u00e7i i \u00e7ifutes! Si ishte qullur, i shkreti!<\/p>\n

Jegorushka v\u00ebshtroi pallton. Kishte nj\u00eb pallto boj\u00eb gri, me pulla t\u00eb m\u00ebdha prej kocke, qepur n\u00eb form\u00ebn e redingot\u00ebs. Duke qen\u00eb nj\u00eb rrob\u00eb e re dhe e shtrenjt\u00eb, n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi palltoja rrinte varur jo n\u00eb korridor, por n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e fjejtjes, bashk\u00eb me fustanet e mamas\u00eb. I lejohej ta vishte vet\u00ebm dit\u00ebt e festave. Duke e v\u00ebshtruar, Jegorushk\u00ebs i erdhi keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb, iu kujtua se ai dhe palltoja q\u00eb t\u00eb dy jan\u00eb braktisur n\u00eb m\u00ebshir\u00ebn e fatit, se nuk do t\u00eb kthehen m\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, dhe filloi t\u00eb qante me kaq d\u00ebnes\u00eb sa gati u rr\u00ebzua nga plehu.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb qen i madh i bardh\u00eb, i njomur nga shiu, me tufa leshi n\u00eb turi, hyri n\u00eb katua dhe po v\u00ebshtronte me kureshtje Jegorushk\u00ebn. Me siguri po mendonte, t\u00eb leh\u00eb apo jo? Pasi vendosi se nuk duhej lehur, iu afrua me kujdes Jegorushk\u00ebs, h\u00ebngri shtres\u00ebn e sip\u00ebrme t\u00eb kula\u00e7it dhe doli.<\/p>\n

– K\u00ebto jan\u00eb t\u00eb Varllamovit! – thirri dikush n\u00eb rrug\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Pasi qau mir\u00eb e mir\u00eb, Jegorushka doli nga katoi dhe, duke kap\u00ebrcyer nj\u00eb pellg me uj\u00eb, doli n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Mu p\u00ebrpara port\u00ebs n\u00eb rrug\u00eb kishin q\u00ebndruar qerret. Qerrtar\u00ebt e lagur, me k\u00ebmb\u00ebt t\u00ebr\u00eb balt\u00eb, t\u00eb plog\u00ebsht dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumur, si mizat e vjesht\u00ebs, v\u00ebrtiteshin sa andej k\u00ebtej apo uleshin n\u00ebp\u00ebr mashkujt e qerres. Jegorushka i v\u00ebshtroi dhe mendoi me vete: “Sa e m\u00ebrzitshme dhe sa e r\u00ebnd\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb jesh fshatar!”. Ai iu afrua Panteleit dhe u ul pran\u00eb tij n\u00eb mashkull.<\/p>\n

– Babagjysh, kam ftoht\u00eb! – tha ai duke u dridhur dhe duke futur duart n\u00eb m\u00ebng\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nuk ka gj\u00eb, s\u00eb shpejti arrijm\u00eb, – gog\u00ebsiti Pantelei. – Nuk ka gj\u00eb, do t\u00eb ngrohesh.
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P. E. TAVIANI<\/strong><\/p>\n

“AVENTURA E MAHNITSHME E KRISTOFOR KOLOMBIT<\/strong>”<\/p>\n

GJENOVA – MAGJIA E DETIT<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u00ebrgjyshi Antonio dhe gjyshi i Zbuluesit t\u00eb madh, Xhovani Kolombi, qen\u00eb fshatar\u00eb nga Mokonezi, nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb malin Kiavari, ku vinte gruri i bartur me mushka nga Pianura Padana, nga Pia\u00e7enca.<\/p>\n

Mullinjt\u00eb e Mokonezit dhe t\u00eb fshatrave p\u00ebr rreth e bluanin grurin, duke shfryt\u00ebzuar uj\u00ebrat e nj\u00eb lumi t\u00eb bollsh\u00ebm. Po me mushka mielli transportohej pastaj n\u00eb Kuinto. N\u00eb dit\u00ebt tona Kuinto \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb nga rrethinat e qytetit t\u00eb Gjenov\u00ebs. N\u00eb ato koh\u00ebra ai ishte nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb breg t\u00eb detit, pes\u00eb milje n\u00eb lindje t\u00eb qytetit (prandaj dhe quhet Kuinto, q\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb pes\u00eb milje).<\/p>\n

Ka mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb paraardh\u00ebsit e larg\u00ebt t\u00eb Kolombit t\u00eb ken\u00eb ardhur n\u00eb Mokonezi nga Pia\u00e7enca, duke p\u00ebrshkuar rrug\u00ebn e mushkave, q\u00eb p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb transportimit t\u00eb grurit quhej Rruga e Buk\u00ebs. N\u00ebp\u00ebr Rrug\u00ebn e Buk\u00ebs Xhovani u shp\u00ebrngul n\u00eb Kuinto, ku vazhdoi t\u00eb mirrej me punimin e tok\u00ebs. K\u00ebtu lindi i biri, Domeniku, i cili m\u00ebsoi mjeshtrin\u00eb e leshpunuesit dhe u shp\u00ebrngul pastaj n\u00eb Gjenov\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nga viti 1439 deri n\u00eb vitin 1447 Domeniku e ushtroi zanatin e leshpunuesit n\u00eb Gjenov\u00eb, ku lufta midis partive t\u00eb Adorn\u00ebve dhe t\u00eb Fregoz\u00ebve ishte shum\u00eb e mpreht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Le t\u00eb d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb d\u00ebshmin\u00eb e nj\u00eb historiani, pothuajse bashk\u00ebkohor. “N\u00eb vitin 1447, – shkruan Xhustiniani i shquar, – me 4 janar, u zgjodh Dozh\u00eb Barnaba Adorno, gj\u00eb q\u00eb ishte kurdisur e gjitha nga tarafi i Adorn\u00ebve. Por sundimi i Barnabas\u00eb qe shum\u00eb i shkurt\u00ebr, sepse me 30 janar Xhani da Kampo Fregozo, i cili p\u00ebr kat\u00ebr vjet me rradh\u00eb i kishte nxjerr\u00eb shum\u00eb telashe partis\u00eb s\u00eb Adorn\u00ebve, provoi t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb aventur\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dozha Barnaba Adorno kishte nj\u00eb numur t\u00eb madh ushtar\u00ebsh, midis t\u00eb cil\u00ebve ndodheshin gjasht\u00ebqind luft\u00ebtar\u00eb t\u00eb zgjedhur q\u00eb ia kishte d\u00ebrguar mbreti Alfons i Aragon\u00ebs. Xhani vjen nat\u00ebn me nj\u00eb galer\u00eb t\u00eb vetme, futet n\u00eb qytet dhe me tet\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb luft\u00ebtar\u00eb shum\u00eb trima sulmon pallatin dukal. Atje i b\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb rezistenc\u00eb burr\u00ebrore dhe u zhvillua nj\u00eb p\u00ebrleshje e eg\u00ebr, aq sa t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ata q\u00eb ishin me Xhanin u plagos\u00ebn, por megjithat\u00eb trim\u00ebria dhe vendosm\u00ebria e Xhanit qe aq e madhe, sa doli fitimtar dhe pushtoi selin\u00eb e dozh\u00ebs”.<\/p>\n

Domenik Kolombi ishte nj\u00eb nga ata t\u00eb shumt\u00ebt q\u00eb, brenda mureve t\u00eb qytetit, mor\u00ebn pjes\u00eb n\u00eb p\u00ebrleshje n\u00eb an\u00ebn e Fregoz\u00ebs. Ai ishte, si\u00e7 jemi m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb themi sot, nj\u00eb aktivist. Nj\u00eb aktivist i vendosur dhe i sprovuar. Dhe n\u00eb fakt, me 4 shkurt, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb pes\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb von\u00eb, dozha i ri Xhani em\u00ebroi “si roje t\u00eb kull\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb port\u00ebs s\u00eb Olivel\u00ebs t\u00eb p\u00ebrzgjedhurin e tij Domenik Kolombin”.<\/p>\n

Detyra e rojes s\u00eb port\u00ebs, nj\u00eb detyr\u00eb delikate dhe e pagueshme, zgjaste sipas zakoneve t\u00eb at\u00ebhershme tremb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb muaj. Me 5 n\u00ebntor t\u00eb vitit 1448 kulla e Olivel\u00ebs nuk i besohet m\u00eb kujdesit t\u00eb Domenik Kolombit.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb ver\u00ebn e vitit 1450 nj\u00eb Fregoz\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, Pjetri, zuri postin e dozh\u00ebs dhe e riem\u00ebroi aktivistin besnik Domenik Kolombi n\u00eb detyr\u00ebn e rojes s\u00eb port\u00ebs. Kjo ndodhi me 1 tetor t\u00eb vitit 1450.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb Domeniku qe martuar me Suzana Fontanaroz\u00ebn, q\u00eb i pati sjell\u00eb si paj\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe nj\u00eb cop\u00eb tok\u00eb n\u00eb Kueci.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb vitin 1451 lindi Kristofor Kolombi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb q\u00eb ndodhej<\/p>\n

n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn Olivela ose mbase n\u00eb Kuinto, po qe se e \u00ebma pati shkuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb lindur, sikund\u00ebr ishte zakoni at\u00ebher\u00eb, n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vjehrrit.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb vitin 1455 Domeniku u shp\u00ebrngul n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn Viko Dirito, q\u00eb gjithashtu ndodhej n\u00eb famullin\u00eb e San Stefanos, n\u00eb lokalitetin e Sant Andrea di Ponti\u00e7elos.<\/p>\n

Gjat\u00eb pes\u00eb shekujve q\u00eb na ndajn\u00eb nga ato koh\u00ebra sht\u00ebpia \u00ebsht\u00eb meremetuar dhe rikonstruktuar, por ka mbetur po n\u00eb at\u00eb truall q\u00eb ka qen\u00eb, pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb metra n\u00ebn Port\u00ebn e Sant Andreas, e cila ruan pamjen q\u00eb ka patur n\u00eb ato koh\u00ebra. N\u00eb katin e posht\u00ebm ndodhej dyqani i babait p\u00ebr punimin e leshit, n\u00eb katet e sip\u00ebrme ndodheshin kthinat p\u00ebr banim.<\/p>\n

Drita ishte e pak\u00ebt, sepse sht\u00ebpia ishte e ngjitur me godina t\u00eb tjera, q\u00eb vinin rradh\u00eb nj\u00ebra pas tjetr\u00ebs n\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb. Prapa, midis vargut t\u00eb pand\u00ebrprer\u00eb t\u00eb ngrehinave dhe t\u00eb mureve t\u00eb qytetit, kishte ca hap\u00ebsira t\u00eb vogla: k\u00ebta ishin rripa t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb toke, q\u00eb quheshin kopshte. Nj\u00eb cop\u00eb tok\u00eb ishte e Kolomb\u00ebve. Kjo cop\u00eb tok\u00eb p\u00ebrkon me truallin ku qe rind\u00ebrtuar Kuvendi i vjet\u00ebr i Sant Andreas.<\/p>\n

Fantazia e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije t\u00eb zgjuar duhet t\u00eb ket\u00eb vuajtur shum\u00eb nga nj\u00eb ngusht\u00ebsi kaq e madhe midis dyqanit dhe kthinave t\u00eb banimit, ku e \u00ebma p\u00ebrkujdesej p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tjer\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl. Mbase dhe mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb tronditur.<\/p>\n

Ja, pra, p\u00ebrfytyrimi i par\u00eb q\u00eb kemi p\u00ebr Kristofor Kolombin: ai m\u00ebsoi t\u00eb kuptonte lumturin\u00eb e paarritshme t\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrrave. Q\u00eb n\u00eb f\u00ebmini \u00ebnd\u00ebrroi pafund\u00ebsin\u00eb e hap\u00ebsirave n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb dhom\u00ebs s\u00eb err\u00ebt, n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn m\u00ebnyr\u00eb sikund\u00ebr nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr italian i madh, Leopardi, do t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetonte horizontet e pakufishme dhe t\u00eb larg\u00ebt nga nj\u00eb qoshe e kopshtit t\u00eb rrethuar me gardh.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrtej mureve t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, p\u00ebrtej kopshtit ishte qyteti: Gjenova ose Gjena, sikund\u00ebr e quanin bijt\u00eb e saj dhe, si rrjedhim, edhe Kristofor Kolombi.<\/p>\n

Gjenova, bukuroshja, e cila e detyron t\u00eb l\u00ebshoj\u00eb pasthirrma mrekullimi at\u00eb q\u00eb e sheh p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb nga deti.<\/p>\n

Gjenova, krenare p\u00ebr kishat, sht\u00ebpit\u00eb dhe pallatet e saj. P\u00ebr shkall\u00ebn monumentale t\u00eb mbisunduar nga fortesa e Kasteletos. Gjithmon\u00eb e pasur, e pasur edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite.<\/p>\n

Gjenova, shtriga q\u00eb t\u00eb magjeps dhe t\u00eb rob\u00ebron, por q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb jap\u00eb asgj\u00eb, e mbyllur n\u00eb mes t\u00eb maleve, pa tok\u00eb, q\u00eb duke mos qen\u00eb krejt shp\u00ebrnjoh\u00ebse, pllenohet vet\u00ebm me disa bar\u00ebra thatanik\u00eb dhe shkurre t\u00eb shtremb\u00ebruara nga er\u00ebrat e detit. Nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb jap\u00eb asgj\u00eb dhe prandaj t\u00eb shtyn drejt detit, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb, prej t\u00eb cilit merr \u00e7do gj\u00eb dhe i jep vet\u00ebm pun\u00ebn, k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguljen, zellin dhe zgjuar\u00ebsin\u00eb e bij\u00ebve t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n

Gjenova, kjo zan\u00eb me grat\u00eb e saj t\u00eb druajtura, por t\u00eb zgjuara dhe t\u00eb pakursyera n\u00eb dashuri; me detin e saj pa plazhe, q\u00eb t\u00eb fton dhe t\u00eb detyron t\u00eb futesh n\u00eb thell\u00ebsi; me qiellin e saj t\u00eb kulluar, plot drit\u00eb gjat\u00eb dit\u00ebve t\u00eb shumta kur fryn tramontana, nj\u00eb qiell q\u00eb t\u00eb mbush me g\u00ebzim; me faltoret e saj n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb maleve q\u00eb t\u00eb shk\u00ebpusin nga dashurit\u00eb, deti, qielli dhe t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb Zotin.<\/p>\n

E till\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb Gjenova edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite, megjith\u00ebse e shp\u00ebrfytyruar pak nga punishtet dhe nga ndonj\u00eb zhgarravin\u00eb arkitektonike. E till\u00eb ishte Gjenova edhe n\u00eb ato koh\u00ebra. Kan\u00eb mbetur shum\u00eb nga ato q\u00eb ishin, sepse malet e kan\u00eb mbrojtur nga molepsjet e m\u00ebdha dhe deti nuk ka p\u00ebsuar asnj\u00eb ndryshim.<\/p>\n

\u00cbsht\u00eb krenare po ta shikosh nga deti, jan\u00eb krenar\u00eb pallatet, kishat, rrug\u00ebt dhe sheshet e saj kryesore. Dhe \u00e7far\u00eb labirintesh n\u00eb mes tyre! Rrug\u00eb e rrugica t\u00eb mbajtura keq, t\u00eb l\u00ebna pas dore, ku n\u00eb \u00e7do hap t\u00eb pengojn\u00eb harqet, urat, trar\u00ebt, shkall\u00ebt, bankat dhe m\u00eb n\u00eb fund ngrehina t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta prej druri t\u00eb mbeshtetura pas godinave t\u00eb m\u00ebdha q\u00eb arrijn\u00eb deri n\u00eb lart\u00ebsin\u00eb e katit t\u00eb par\u00eb, duke t\u00eb kujtuar tavernat n\u00eb Rom\u00ebn para Augustit.<\/p>\n

Krenare, por e mbyllur dhe e ngusht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

I till\u00eb ka mbetur p\u00ebr shekuj karakteri i gjenovez\u00ebve, i tjet\u00ebrsuar dhe i thell\u00eb p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra t\u00eb m\u00ebdha: p\u00ebr muret, kullat, portat, pallatet, kishat, portin n\u00eb det; i kursyer dhe nopran p\u00ebr gj\u00ebrat e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme, q\u00eb ata e kalojn\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrugica t\u00eb err\u00ebta, t\u00eb thepisura dhe dredha-dredha.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb Gjenov\u00eb u lind dhe u rrit Kolombi.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00ebt e ngushta t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj Gjenove ai pati b\u00ebr\u00eb hapat e par\u00eb bri t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb atit. N\u00eb k\u00ebto rrugica qe ndeshur me aventurat e para t\u00eb f\u00ebminis\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nga Viko Dirito, q\u00eb ndodhej mu n\u00ebn port\u00ebn e Sant Andreas, nga nj\u00ebra an\u00eb, dhe n\u00eb rr\u00ebz\u00eb t\u00eb kodr\u00ebs s\u00eb Mol\u00e7entos, n\u00eb an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, Kristofori f\u00ebmij\u00eb shkonte shpesh n\u00eb kish\u00ebn e Santo Stefanos, n\u00eb famulli. Shpesh kalonte para Pallatit Dukal, ku vinin kaluar mbi kuaj prij\u00ebsit e familjeve t\u00eb Fregoz\u00ebve, Adorn\u00ebve, Spinol\u00ebve dhe Fieski. Shpesh shkonte n\u00eb Via Rexhia p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb baldakin\u00ebt e zonjave.<\/p>\n

Nuk ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb q\u00eb Kristofori t\u00eb ket\u00eb provuar ndonj\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi nga p\u00ebrjetime t\u00eb tilla. Nuk ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb as q\u00eb k\u00ebto p\u00ebrjetime t’i ken\u00eb ngjallur ndonj\u00eb interes t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Ai m\u00ebsonte n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn fillore t\u00eb Korporat\u00ebs s\u00eb leshpunuesve. M\u00ebsonte n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn gjenoveze fen\u00eb, arithmetik\u00ebn, gjeografin\u00eb dhe merrte konceptet e para t\u00eb artit t\u00eb lundrimit. Shkruante n\u00eb latinishten e asaj kohe, q\u00eb kishte ndryshuar shum\u00eb n\u00eb krahasim me at\u00eb t\u00eb Jul \u00c7ezarit dhe t\u00eb Ciceronit, por q\u00eb sidoqoft\u00eb ishte gjuha zyrtare e Kish\u00ebs dhe e dokumenteve t\u00eb Republik\u00ebs s\u00eb Gjenov\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb njom\u00eb, sikund\u00ebr e pohon edhe vet\u00eb, Kristofori filloi t\u00eb lundronte, por me siguri, dhe kjo ka m\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb, ai do t\u00eb ket\u00eb patur kontakt edhe m\u00eb par\u00eb me detin. Por ku?<\/p>\n

N\u00eb port dhe n\u00eb plazh.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb port: nuk ishte e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb futej pa u v\u00ebn\u00eb re dhe pa r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy n\u00eb turm\u00ebn shum\u00ebngjyr\u00ebshe t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve. Anije dhe marinar\u00eb q\u00eb flisnin gjuh\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme vinin nga t\u00eb gjitha viset e Mesdheut – nga Lindja dhe Per\u00ebndimi, si edhe nga Portugalia, nga Flandra dhe Anglia. Sa shum\u00eb vela q\u00eb kishte! Sa kallumna hepoheshin, l\u00ebkundeshin, haseshin e p\u00ebrplaseshin.<\/p>\n

Dhe mbi t\u00eb gjitha e kudo kund\u00ebrmimi i detit, nj\u00eb kund\u00ebrmim ngacmues dhe t\u00ebrheq\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Ja dhe p\u00ebrfytyrimi i dyt\u00eb: Kolombi, shtat\u00eb apo tet\u00eb vje\u00e7, duke u sorollatur n\u00ebp\u00ebr kalatat e portit, duke ndalur her\u00eb pas here p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb l\u00ebvizjet e anijeve me vela, manovrimet e velave, t\u00eb timonit, t\u00eb ankor\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t’u larguar apo p\u00ebr t’u ankoruar n\u00eb port. Dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrron. \u00cbnd\u00ebrron t\u00eb ndodhet nj\u00eb dit\u00eb prej dit\u00ebsh n\u00eb nj\u00eb nga k\u00ebto anije q\u00eb po largohen nga porti n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb detit t\u00eb larg\u00ebt, ku kund\u00ebrmimi i kripur nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb i ndotur, n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb porteve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, drejt qyteteve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, drejt nj\u00ebqind qyteteve, ku jetojn\u00eb dhe nga vijn\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebta njer\u00ebz t\u00eb shumt\u00eb t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm dhe t\u00eb \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n

Nuk ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb q\u00eb Kristofori t\u00eb ket\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb detin e Albaros apo dhe vet\u00ebm n\u00eb zallishten e gryk\u00ebs s\u00eb Bisanj\u00ebs. Nuk ka t\u00eb ngjar\u00eb, sepse p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb duhej t\u00eb dilje nga qyteti dhe t\u00eb b\u00ebje disa kilometra n\u00eb fush\u00eb t\u00eb hap\u00ebt. N\u00eb ato koh\u00ebra t\u00eb dilje nga qyteti ishte problem p\u00ebr nj\u00eb t\u00eb rritur dhe jo m\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Pjesa m\u00eb e madhe e grave dhe madje edhe mjaft burra n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb lindnin, jetonin dhe vdisnin brenda rrethit t\u00eb mureve t\u00eb qytetit. K\u00ebshtu ndodhte n\u00eb Gjenov\u00eb, sikund\u00ebr edhe n\u00eb qytete t\u00eb tjera t\u00eb Italis\u00eb, Provans\u00ebs, Franc\u00ebs dhe Flandr\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Natyrisht, nuk \u00ebshtja fjala p\u00ebr Domenik Kolombin, artizan dhe tregtar, aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr aktivist partie. Nuk b\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb as p\u00ebr Suzana Fontanaroz\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte lindur n\u00eb Kueci.<\/p>\n

Megjithat\u00eb, po qe se Kristofori do t\u00eb ket\u00eb dal\u00eb jasht\u00eb mureve t\u00eb qytetit, k\u00ebt\u00eb do ta ket\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb i shoq\u00ebruar nga i ati ose e \u00ebma, ose nga t\u00eb dy prind\u00ebrit s\u00ebbashku. Po p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar ku?<\/p>\n

N\u00eb Kuinto.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb Kuinto ishte akoma sht\u00ebpia e gjyshit. Nj\u00eb nga sht\u00ebpit\u00eb tipike t\u00eb fshatar\u00ebve liguras: kat\u00ebr mure t\u00eb ndar\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb far\u00eb lart\u00ebsie nga nj\u00eb tavan prej dhogash. Nj\u00eb shkall\u00eb e ngusht\u00eb prej dhogash q\u00eb t\u00eb shpie nga kati p\u00ebrdhes\u00eb n\u00eb katin e sip\u00ebrm. N\u00eb katin p\u00ebrdhes\u00eb ndodhen porta e hyrjes, vatra e zjarrit, shpesh ndonj\u00eb lop\u00eb, ndonj\u00eb vi\u00e7, ndonj\u00eb gomaric\u00eb, disa vegla pune dhe zaire ushqimesh t\u00eb p\u00ebrkorme.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebtu n\u00ebna p\u00ebrkujdesej p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt duke tjerrur lesh apo duke thurur, n\u00eb rast se nuk shkonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndihmuar t\u00eb shoqin n\u00eb pun\u00ebt e r\u00ebnda t\u00eb bujq\u00ebsis\u00eb. Vajzat q\u00eb ishin pak m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha i rrinin rreth e rrotull, duke punuar edhe ato apo duke zier\u00eb n\u00eb zjarr kusin\u00eb plot me barishte t\u00eb mbledhura, t\u00eb gatuara me vaj dhe krip\u00eb, “prebuxhion”, sikund\u00ebr e quanin k\u00ebt\u00eb lloj gjelle. N\u00eb dhom\u00ebn sip\u00ebr ngjiteshin p\u00ebr t\u00eb fjetur nat\u00ebn prind\u00ebrit dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e t\u00eb dy sekseve, duke u ndar\u00eb nga nj\u00ebri tjetri me kallama.<\/p>\n

Kristofori me siguri do t\u00eb ket\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e gjyshit n\u00eb Kuinto, n\u00eb vitet e para t\u00eb ekzistenc\u00ebs dhe m\u00eb von\u00eb gjat\u00eb ver\u00ebs apo gjat\u00eb t\u00eb korrave t\u00eb varf\u00ebra t\u00eb vjesht\u00ebs. Nga kjo sht\u00ebpi nuk ishte e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb zbrisje n\u00ebp\u00ebr l\u00ebndina dhe g\u00ebrxhe deri n\u00eb det.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb dit\u00ebt e sotme e gjith\u00eb kjo zon\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mbuluar nga sht\u00ebpit\u00eb, asfalti dhe ngrehinat e mbishtuara. Por af\u00ebrsia e detit me shk\u00ebmbinjt\u00eb, q\u00eb her\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrhim\u00eb dhe her\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebt, ka mbetur po ajo q\u00eb ka qen\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite ai q\u00eb q\u00ebndron sip\u00ebr ndonj\u00ebrit prej k\u00ebtyre shk\u00ebmbinjve dhe arrin t\u00eb p\u00ebrq\u00ebndrohet n\u00eb vet\u00ebvete, duke harruar rr\u00ebmuj\u00ebn arkitektonike dhe zallamahin\u00eb e qytetit q\u00eb e ka prapa krah\u00ebve, mund t\u00eb ringjall\u00eb ndiesit\u00eb q\u00eb pati provuar me siguri Kristofor Kolombi. Ndiesit\u00eb e nj\u00eb deti me horizont t\u00eb pafundm\u00eb, rrall\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb, shpesh t\u00eb trazuar, me ngjyra t\u00eb ndryshueshme, me shirita t\u00eb kalt\u00ebrt, her\u00eb boj\u00eb qielli t\u00eb hap\u00ebt, her\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb blu t\u00eb thell\u00eb, dhe nga nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb blu aq t\u00eb thell\u00eb sa t\u00eb duket sikur \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb vjollc\u00eb apo krejt i err\u00ebt.<\/p>\n

Nuk jan\u00eb kurr\u00eb ndiesi t\u00eb \u00ebmbla, as kur qielli \u00ebsht\u00eb i past\u00ebrt dhe uj\u00ebrat jan\u00eb jasht\u00ebzakonisht t\u00eb qeta. Jan\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb ndiesi t\u00eb forta, violente, q\u00eb e kalisin karakterin, duke e shtr\u00ebnguar t\u00eb bjer\u00eb n\u00eb meditime t\u00eb thella dhe t\u00eb heq\u00eb dor\u00eb nga \u00e7do mendim i sip\u00ebrfaqsh\u00ebm dhe i leht\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Dhe pik\u00ebrisht sip\u00ebr k\u00ebtyre shk\u00ebmbinjve m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se sa n\u00eb portin e Gjenov\u00ebs Kristofori do t\u00eb jet\u00eb njohur p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb me detin.<\/p>\n

Dhe ja nj\u00eb p\u00ebrfytyrim i tret\u00eb p\u00ebr Kolombin f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Ai tashm\u00eb kishte m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb notonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb det q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb mos i afrohesh, po nuk dite t\u00eb notosh, kaq i ngusht\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb plazhi. Ai tashm\u00eb e kishte njohur detin dhe e kishte dashuruar. Dhe e v\u00ebshtronte. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb rrinte duke e v\u00ebshtruar ulur sip\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb shk\u00ebmbi. Nuk \u00ebnd\u00ebrronte m\u00eb p\u00ebr horizontin, sepse e kishte para syve, e shihte. End\u00ebrronte p\u00ebr dit\u00ebn kur do t\u00eb shkonte m\u00eb n\u00eb fund ta prekte.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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