{"id":12271,"date":"2026-02-06T01:51:37","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T01:51:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/?p=12271"},"modified":"2026-02-06T01:51:37","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T01:51:37","slug":"dole-na-ulici-se-smaly-deti-strkaly-se-mezi-sebou-a-hadaly-se-o-malickostech-jejich-svet-byl-jednoduchy-a-srozumitelny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/?p=12271","title":{"rendered":"Dole na ulici se sm\u00e1ly d\u011bti, strkaly se mezi sebou a h\u00e1daly se o mali\u010dkostech. Jejich sv\u011bt byl jednoduch\u00fd a srozumiteln\u00fd."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dole na ulici se sm\u00e1ly d\u011bti, strkaly se mezi sebou a h\u00e1daly se o mali\u010dkostech. Jejich sv\u011bt byl jednoduch\u00fd a srozumiteln\u00fd. Kdo je na \u0159ad\u011b, kdo podv\u00e1d\u011bl, komu pat\u0159\u00ed m\u00ed\u010d. Pravidla byla jasn\u00e1 a spravedlnost se dala vy\u0159e\u0161it b\u011bhem n\u011bkolika minut hlasit\u00e9 h\u00e1dky a je\u0161t\u011b hlasit\u011bj\u0161\u00edho sm\u00edchu. Z okna ve t\u0159et\u00edm pat\u0159e jsem je pozorovala a p\u0159ipadalo mi, \u017ee se d\u00edv\u00e1m na n\u011bco, co u\u017e mi d\u00e1vno nepat\u0159\u00ed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Op\u00edrala jsem se o parapet a v ruce dr\u017eela hrnek s d\u00e1vno vystydl\u00fdm \u010dajem. Ulice pod okny byla \u00fazk\u00e1, obklopen\u00e1 star\u00fdmi domy, kter\u00e9 si pamatovaly lep\u0161\u00ed \u010dasy. D\u011bti si z toho nic ned\u011blaly. Pro n\u011b byl ka\u017ed\u00fd kout dobrodru\u017estv\u00edm, ka\u017ed\u00e1 prasklina v chodn\u00edku hranic\u00ed mezi dv\u011bma sv\u011bty. Sta\u010dilo trochu fantazie a oby\u010dejn\u00e1 ulice se zm\u011bnila v h\u0159i\u0161t\u011b.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jedno z d\u011bt\u00ed zakoplo a rozplakalo se. Ostatn\u00ed se na chv\u00edli zastavily, n\u011bkdo mu pomohl vst\u00e1t, jin\u00fd podal m\u00ed\u010d. Slzy rychle oschly a hra pokra\u010dovala, jako by se nic nestalo. Ten okam\u017eik m\u011b bodl u srdce. Jak snadn\u00e9 bylo pro n\u011b spadnout a znovu se zvednout. Bez studu, bez p\u0159em\u00fd\u0161len\u00ed o tom, kdo se d\u00edv\u00e1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vzpomn\u011bla jsem si na vlastn\u00ed d\u011btstv\u00ed, na od\u0159en\u00e1 kolena a \u0161pinav\u00e9 dlan\u011b. Tehdy jsem v\u011b\u0159ila, \u017ee dosp\u011blost znamen\u00e1 jistotu a odpov\u011bdi na v\u0161echny ot\u00e1zky. Te\u010f jsem st\u00e1la u okna a m\u011bla pocit, \u017ee \u010d\u00edm jsem star\u0161\u00ed, t\u00edm je sv\u011bt slo\u017eit\u011bj\u0161\u00ed. Probl\u00e9my se nedaly vy\u0159e\u0161it jednou v\u011btou ani rychl\u00fdm sm\u00edchem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

D\u011bti dole se za\u010daly h\u00e1dat o mali\u010dkost, kter\u00e1 jim p\u0159ipadala nesm\u00edrn\u011b d\u016fle\u017eit\u00e1. K\u0159ik, gesta, v\u00e1\u017en\u00e9 tv\u00e1\u0159e. A pak zase sm\u00edch. Uv\u011bdomila jsem si, \u017ee jejich h\u00e1dky nejsou o v\u00edt\u011bzstv\u00ed, ale o tom b\u00fdt sly\u0161en. O existenci tady a te\u010f. Mo\u017en\u00e1 proto byly tak kr\u00e1tk\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zav\u0159ela jsem okno, ale jejich hlasy mi z\u016fstaly v hlav\u011b. P\u0159em\u00fd\u0161lela jsem, kdy jsme se nau\u010dili skr\u00fdvat emoce, potla\u010dovat radost i vztek, aby zapadly do sv\u011bta dosp\u011bl\u00fdch. Kdy se z jednoduchosti stala slabost a z otev\u0159enosti riziko.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dole na ulici se sm\u00e1ly d\u011bti a jejich sv\u011bt byl jednoduch\u00fd a srozumiteln\u00fd. Ne proto, \u017ee by byl chud\u00fd, ale proto, \u017ee byl up\u0159\u00edmn\u00fd. A zat\u00edmco jsem se od okna vracela zp\u011bt do sv\u00e9ho ticha, napadlo m\u011b, \u017ee mo\u017en\u00e1 cel\u00fd \u017eivot nehled\u00e1me nic jin\u00e9ho ne\u017e cestu, jak se k t\u00e9 jednoduchosti alespo\u0148 na chv\u00edli vr\u00e1tit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dole na ulici se sm\u00e1ly d\u011bti, strkaly se mezi sebou a h\u00e1daly se o mali\u010dkostech. Jejich sv\u011bt byl jednoduch\u00fd a srozumiteln\u00fd. Kdo je na \u0159ad\u011b, […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12272,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12271","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"views":249,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12271","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12271"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12271\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12273,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12271\/revisions\/12273"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12272"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erevanblog.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}