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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nU\u017e od \u00fatl\u00e9ho d\u011btstv\u00ed se jej\u00ed rodi\u010de sna\u017eili naj\u00edt zp\u016fsob, jak j\u00ed zp\u0159\u00edjemnit sv\u011bt, kter\u00fd mohla pozn\u00e1vat jen dotekem, v\u016fn\u00ed a zvukem. A jednoho dne, kdy\u017e j\u00ed byly t\u0159i roky, se stalo n\u011bco, co zm\u011bnilo cel\u00fd jej\u00ed mal\u00fd vesm\u00edr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maminka j\u00ed pustila nahr\u00e1vku zp\u011bv\u00e1ka, jeho\u017e hlas byl tak jemn\u00fd, tepl\u00fd a lidsk\u00fd, \u017ee Elara poprv\u00e9 zapomn\u011bla na sv\u016fj bolestn\u00fd sv\u011bt. Sed\u011bla na posteli, chv\u011bla se, a pak se jej\u00ed tv\u00e1\u0159 poprv\u00e9 rozz\u00e1\u0159ila \u00fasm\u011bvem. \u201eMami\u2026 kdo to zp\u00edv\u00e1?\u201c za\u0161eptala.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAndrea Bocelli,\u201c odpov\u011bd\u011bla ti\u0161e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Od toho dne se jeho hlas stal sou\u010d\u00e1st\u00ed jej\u00edho \u017eivota. Ka\u017ed\u00fd ve\u010der us\u00ednala s jeho p\u00edsn\u011bmi, ka\u017ed\u00fd smutek uti\u0161ovala jeho n\u011b\u017en\u00e1 slova p\u0159etaven\u00e1 v t\u00f3ny, ka\u017ed\u00fd strach se v n\u00ed rozpl\u00fdval, jakmile zazn\u011bla prvn\u00ed nota Con te partir\u00f2 nebo Ave Maria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elara si dok\u00e1zala p\u0159edstavit sv\u011bt, kter\u00fd nemohla vid\u011bt. Jej\u00ed mysl malovala barvy, o nich\u017e jen sly\u0161ela. Hudba se stala jej\u00edm zrakem, jej\u00ed cestou k v\u011bcem, kter\u00e9 nikdy nemohla uchopit. A mezi v\u0161emi p\u00edsn\u011bmi sv\u011bta byl jeho hlas pro ni sv\u011btlem, kter\u00e9 nikdy nezhaslo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kdy\u017e j\u00ed bylo sedm, l\u00e9ka\u0159i ozn\u00e1mili rodin\u011b zpr\u00e1vu, kter\u00e1 byla je\u0161t\u011b t\u011b\u017e\u0161\u00ed ne\u017e diagn\u00f3za, s n\u00ed\u017e p\u0159i\u0161la na sv\u011bt. Nemoc postupovala rychleji, ne\u017e se domn\u00edvali. \u010cas, kter\u00fd s n\u00ed rodi\u010de m\u011bli, byl omezen\u00fd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A p\u0159esto\u017ee mal\u00e1 Elara nev\u011bd\u011bla, jak bl\u00edzko je konec, c\u00edtila, \u017ee se n\u011bco m\u011bn\u00ed. St\u00e1vala se ti\u0161\u0161\u00ed, unaven\u011bj\u0161\u00ed. Ale nikdy si nest\u011b\u017eovala. Po\u0159\u00e1d prosila jen o jedno: \u201ePus\u0165te mi jeho hlas.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jej\u00ed maminka napsala dopis. Dlouh\u00fd, tich\u00fd a zoufal\u00fd. Nepos\u00edlala ho s velkou nad\u011bj\u00ed \u2013 jen s p\u0159\u00e1n\u00edm, \u017ee n\u011bkdo, kdo zn\u00e1 Andrea Bocelliho, jej t\u0159eba jednou p\u0159e\u010dte. Popsala v n\u011bm svou dceru, jej\u00ed l\u00e1sku k hudb\u011b a to, jak jej\u00ed posledn\u00ed dny nejsou pln\u00e9 strachu d\u00edky \u010dlov\u011bku, kter\u00e9ho nikdy nevid\u011bla a nikdy neuvid\u00ed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nikdo ne\u010dekal, \u017ee p\u0159ijde odpov\u011b\u010f.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ale p\u0159i\u0161la.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kr\u00e1tk\u00e1, stru\u010dn\u00e1, o to v\u0161ak siln\u011bj\u0161\u00ed:
\u201eR\u00e1d p\u0159ijedu. Pros\u00edm, nic ne\u0159\u00edkejte mal\u00e9 Ela\u0159e. A\u0165 to je p\u0159ekvapen\u00ed.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
V den, kdy p\u0159ijel, byl d\u016fm tich\u00fd. Slunce prosv\u00edtalo okny, jako by i ono cht\u011blo b\u00fdt sou\u010d\u00e1st\u00ed chv\u00edle, kter\u00e1 se m\u011bla odehr\u00e1t. Elara le\u017eela v posteli, dr\u017eela v ruce mal\u00fd p\u0159ehr\u00e1va\u010d. Jej\u00ed prsty byly slab\u00e9, ale trp\u011bliv\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kdy\u017e se dve\u0159e ti\u0161e otev\u0159ely, ani se neoto\u010dila. Nepot\u0159ebovala o\u010di, aby poznala, \u017ee n\u011bkdo vstoupil. \u201eMami?\u201c za\u0161eptala.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eN\u011bkdo p\u0159i\u0161el, zlato,\u201c odpov\u011bd\u011bla maminka se sta\u017een\u00fdm hlasem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A pak se ozvalo n\u011bco, co Elara sly\u0161ela tis\u00edckr\u00e1t, ale nikdy tak bl\u00edzko.
M\u011bkk\u00fd, klidn\u00fd, tepl\u00fd hlas:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eAhoj, Elaro.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hol\u010di\u010dka ztuhla. V o\u010d\u00edch, kter\u00e9 nikdy nevid\u011bly sv\u011bt, se objevily slzy. \u201eTo\u2026 to jsi\u2026 ty?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrea Bocelli se posadil k jej\u00ed posteli, vzal jej\u00ed malou ruku do sv\u00e9 a p\u0159ik\u00fdvl. \u201eAno. A dnes ti zazp\u00edv\u00e1m jen pro tebe.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jeho hlas zaplnil pokoj jako modlitba. Zp\u00edval pomalu, jemn\u011b, s tak hlubok\u00fdm citem, \u017ee i st\u011bny jako by naslouchaly. Maminka plakala ti\u0161e v kout\u011b, tat\u00ednek st\u00e1l op\u0159en\u00fd o dve\u0159e a dr\u017eel si rukama obli\u010dej.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Elara\u2026 Elara se usm\u00edvala. \u0160iroce, pokojn\u011b, tak, jako by v\u0161echna bolest zmizela.
Jeho hlas ji objal, nesl ji n\u011bkam d\u00e1l, n\u011bkam, kde nen\u00ed tma ani nemoc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kdy\u017e dozp\u00edval, polo\u017eil j\u00ed dla\u0148 na \u010delo.
\u201eTe\u010f m\u016f\u017ee\u0161 sp\u00e1t, mali\u010dk\u00e1,\u201c za\u0161eptal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elara se nadechla, usm\u00e1la se\u2026 a s jeho hlasem na rtech ti\u0161e ode\u0161la.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O n\u011bkolik dn\u00ed pozd\u011bji poslal rodin\u011b kr\u00e1tkou zpr\u00e1vu:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eJej\u00ed sv\u011bt kon\u010dil ve tm\u011b. Jsem poct\u011bn, \u017ee jsem j\u00ed mohl darovat sv\u011btlo.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A i kdy\u017e jejich domov z\u016fstal pr\u00e1zdn\u011bj\u0161\u00ed ne\u017e kdy d\u0159\u00edv, jedna v\u011bc v n\u011bm z\u016fstala nav\u017edy:
p\u00edse\u0148, kter\u00e1 se stala mostem mezi t\u00edmto sv\u011btem a t\u00edm druh\u00fdm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"(Fiktivn\u00ed liter\u00e1rn\u00ed p\u0159\u00edb\u011bh) Kdy\u017e se na malou Elaru poprv\u00e9 pod\u00edvali l\u00e9ka\u0159i, jej\u00ed rodi\u010de hned poznali, \u017ee maj\u00ed p\u0159ed sebou t\u011b\u017ek\u00fd \u017eivotn\u00ed \u00fakol. Narodila \n [...]<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2756,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2755","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"views":347,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2755","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2755"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2755\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2757,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2755\/revisions\/2757"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}