{"id":6086,"date":"2012-08-05T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-05T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=6069"},"modified":"2012-08-05T15:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-05T14:00:00","slug":"my-brother-autistic-19-konec","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2012\/08\/05\/my-brother-autistic-19-konec\/","title":{"rendered":"My brother autistic 19. (konec)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><strong>autor: Sisa<\/strong><em><\/p>\n<p>Tak zlat\u00ed\u010dka, Autista je na konci. Je to takmer rok, \u010do sa na blogu objavil prv\u00fd diel. Viem, \u017ee 18 kapitol nie je moc, ale rozhodla som sa ho skon\u010di\u0165 pred\u010dasne. Rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eala som aj nad druhou radou, ale mysl\u00edm, \u017ee to nie je dobr\u00fd n\u00e1pad, a tak to ukon\u010dujem takto \ud83d\ude42  Ke\u010f\u017ee ma ale autista nakazil svojou atmosf\u00e9rou a pozad\u00edm, zat\u00fa\u017eila som po p\u00edsan\u00ed \u010fal\u0161ej poviedky s podobn\u00fdm pozad\u00edm. \u010ci ju ale nap\u00ed\u0161em, e\u0161te neviem, uvid\u00edm pod\u013ea \u010dasu, n\u00e1lady a okolnost\u00ed \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><em>Chcela by som po\u010fakova\u0165 v\u0161etk\u00fdm v\u00e1m, ktor\u00e9 ste ju \u010d\u00edtali a komentovali, va\u0161e koment<a name=\"_GoBack\"><\/a>\u00edky a n\u00e1zory ma tla\u010dili dopredu, tak\u017ee na zakon\u010den\u00ed poviedky m\u00e1te ve\u013ek\u00fa z\u00e1sluhu aj vy. Tak, to by odo m\u0148a sta\u010dilo, pr\u00edjemn\u00e9 \u010d\u00edtanie \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/div>\n<div><em> <\/em><\/div>\n<div><em><br \/><\/em><\/div>\n<div><em> <\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\"><em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"550\" height=\"550\" src=\"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/wp-content\/uploads\/4c49767d50_81182340_o2.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/em><\/div>\n<div><em> <\/em><\/div>\n<div><em><br \/><\/em><\/div>\n<div><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\"><strong><em>Epil\u00f3g<\/em><\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><strong><em><\/p>\n<p><\/em><\/strong> Po\u010dasie bolo sychrav\u00e9 a zamra\u010den\u00e9. Jemne pop\u0155chalo a f\u00fakal studen\u00fd vietor, ohlasuj\u00faci prich\u00e1dzaj\u00facu zimu. Cestou na cintor\u00edn minul zop\u00e1r det\u00ed, behaj\u00facich so \u0161arkanmi. Pre\u0161iel starou hrdzavou br\u00e1nou a poobzeral sa. Toto miesto p\u00f4sobilo tak smutne a deprimuj\u00faco. Such\u00e9 listy, a hol\u00e9 stromy, lemuj\u00face star\u00fd chodn\u00edk. Obrasten\u00e9 star\u00e9 hroby, ku ktor\u00fdm u\u017e d\u00e1vno nikto nechodil. Nikto nechodil na toto miesto, odkedy sa v meste postavil nov\u00fd cintor\u00edn. Iba on. Pomaly pre\u0161iel a\u017e na sam\u00fd koniec, kde sa t\u00fd\u010dil mocn\u00fd dub a pod n\u00edm star\u00fd pomn\u00edk. Smutne sa pousmial, polo\u017eil na\u0148 kyticu kvetov a zap\u00e1lil svie\u010dky. Jemne pohladkal svadobn\u00fa fotografiu jeho rodi\u010dov a oto\u010dil sa k mali\u010dk\u00e9mu hrobu ved\u013ea. Bola to len bet\u00f3nov\u00e1 tabu\u013eka zasaden\u00e1 v zemi s vyryt\u00fdm n\u00e1pisom. K\u013eakol si a polo\u017eil na\u0148 jednu snehovo bielu ru\u017eu.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Mal som sen znovu, Billy. Nepam\u00e4t\u00e1m si z neho ni\u010d ale viem, \u017ee bol o tebe. \u017de som ti povedal, ako ve\u013emi ma to mrz\u00ed. Je to zvl\u00e1\u0161tne. Viem, \u017ee sa mi sn\u00edva ka\u017ed\u00fa noc. Ten ist\u00fd, no nikdy si z neho nepam\u00e4t\u00e1m ni\u010d ne\u017e to, \u017ee bol o tebe. Tak ve\u013emi bol\u00ed, \u017ee nem\u00e1m nikoho. Cel\u00e9 tie roky ale viem, viem, \u017ee u\u017e to nepotrv\u00e1 dlho. Som tu na svete u\u017e ve\u013emi dlh\u00fd \u010das. Za chv\u00ed\u013eku si po m\u0148a pr\u00edde\u0161 a budeme op\u00e4\u0165 spolu. Rovnako ako pred dev\u00e4\u0165desiatimi piatimi rokmi.&#8220; Pousmial sa a pracne vstal. Rukou pohladkal kme\u0148 stromu a na chv\u00ed\u013eu zavrel unaven\u00e9 o\u010di.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><em>&#8222;Tento dub sme zasadili hne\u010f po pohrebe tvojho bra\u010deka. Aby nad n\u00edm st\u00e1l a chr\u00e1nil jeho sp\u00e1nok. Raz pod n\u00edm budeme odpo\u010d\u00edva\u0165 v\u0161etci.&#8220; Usmiala sa Simone na svojho mal\u00e9ho syna a pohladkala ho po vlasoch<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><em><br \/><\/em><\/div>\n<div>Usmial sa. Oni u\u017e odpo\u010d\u00edvaj\u00fa.<\/p>\n<p><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\">***<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">\n<p>Mu\u017e zaspal okam\u017eite po tom, ako si \u013eahol do postele. Pomohli mu pr\u00e1\u0161ky na spanie. Jeho sen za\u010dal rovnako ako po cel\u00e9 tie roky, no tento kr\u00e1t skon\u010dil inak. Odi\u0161li spolu. Vkro\u010dili do svetla a odi\u0161li, aby mohli milova\u0165 jeden druh\u00e9ho.<\/p>\n<p><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\">***<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">\n<p>Na pohrebe nebolo ve\u013ea \u013eud\u00ed. Nebol tam vlastne nikto. Len k\u0148az a dvaja mu\u017ei z pohrebnej slu\u017eby. Kto by mal z\u00e1ujem o star\u00e9ho \u010dud\u00e1ka, ktor\u00fd v\u00e4\u010d\u0161inu svojho \u017eivota str\u00e1vil na d\u00e1vno zabudnutom cintor\u00edne?<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>KONIEC<br \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong>beteread: J. :o)<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>autor: Sisa Tak zlat\u00ed\u010dka, Autista je na konci. Je to takmer rok, \u010do sa na blogu objavil prv\u00fd diel. Viem, \u017ee 18 kapitol nie je moc, ale rozhodla som sa ho skon\u010di\u0165 pred\u010dasne. 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