DUBOKA JE NOĆ: Milenin San – Moj Sin Nije Moj Sin / Deep Is The Night:: Milena's Dream - My Son Is Not My Son | Zbirka Kratkih Priča. Collection of Short Stories. Un recueil de nouvelles
DUBOKA JE NOĆ:
Milenin
San – Moj Sin Nije Moj Sin
Ovog
puta prepričaću Vam, kratak Milenin san. Ovaj san je veoma uznemirio Milenu i
nije joj bilo jasn zašto je to sanajla. Ja ću prepričati a vi dragi čitaoci
razvijajte maštu...
Dakle,
Milena je jednostavno sanjala da njen sin, nije njen sin.
„...Motala
sam se po nekom samostanu, u polumraku, u nekoj školi koja se pretežno nalazi
ispod zemlje, osećala sam taj pritisak. Sve u snu se dešava u tim zamršenim
hodnicima i nekim podrumima u koje sam ulazila, lutajući. Naišla sam na neku
ženu. Ta žena mi je prišla i sasvim ravnodušno, kao da je to ne interesuje, kazala mi je, hčadno, da
moj sin, nije moj sin. To me je pogodilo ali nastavljajući da lutam, shvatila
sam koliko volim sina i da nije bitno da li je moj ili ne, shavatila sam to da
je najbitnije koliko ja njega volim... – Milena se raznežila dok je ovo
poslednje izgovarala, pažljivo sam slušao, nastavila je:
„..San
se nastavlja tako što sam ja sa svojim sinom ali smo potpuno bez novca. Bili
smo gladni.
Pomislala
sam u očajanju da bi možda „prava majka“, možda nešto „udelila“, smom sinu i
dala nam neki dinar da se prehranimo, dok se ne snađemo. Ali tako mi je bila
neprijatna misao kako odlazim i tražim zajam od nje. Nisam otišla ali sam zato
najedanput srela ženinu kćerku Saru, koju sam poznavala. Požalila sam joj se i
rekla sam joj da nememo šta da jedemo. Sara me je pogledala i odmah me utešla
rečima da nema šta da brinem i da će ona sve srediti...
Iskreno
ja razumem ovaj san pošto su postojali izvesni tračevi, laži tačnije, lažne
glasine, ako me razumeš...“
To
je to... Laži i lažne glasine pa vi razmislite.
Deep Is The Night::
Milena's Dream - My Son Is Not My Son
This time I will tell you about Milena's short dream. This dream disturbed Milena a lot and she was not clear why she had it. I will retell and you, dear readers, develop your imagination...
So, Milena simply dreamed that her son was not her son.
"...I was hanging around some mostly underground school, and I felt that pressure. Everything in the dream happens in intricate corridors and some basements that I entered, wandering. I encountered a woman. That woman came up to me quite indifferently as if she was not interested, she told me that my son is not my son. That hit me, but continuing to wander, I realized how much I love my son and that it doesn't matter if he's mine or not, I realized that the most important thing is how much I love him... - Milena broke down while saying this last, I carefully listened, she continued:
"..The dream continues with me being with my son but we are completely without money. We were hungry.
I thought in desperation that maybe a "real mother", maybe she would "give" something to my son and give us some dinars to feed us, until we can manage. But the thought of leaving and asking her for a loan was so unpleasant. I didn't go, but that's why I suddenly met the woman's daughter, Sarah, whom I knew. I complained to her and told her that we don't have anything to eat. Sara looked at me and immediately comforted me with the words that there was nothing to worry about and that she would take care of everything...
Honestly, I understand this dream since there were certain gossips, lies more precisely, false rumors, if you understand me..."
That's it... Lies and false rumors, think about it.
Ikone_ Irena Bijelić Gorenjak
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