{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Uli\u021barnica","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp","author_name":"AncaHM","author_url":"https:\/\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp\/author\/ancahm\/","title":"Pelerinul vr\u0103jit - Nikolai Leskov - Romane de demult - Uli\u021barnica","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"zuCiMsxOHh\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp\/pelerinul-vrajit-nikolai-leskov\/\">Pelerinul vr\u0103jit &#8211; Nikolai Leskov<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp\/pelerinul-vrajit-nikolai-leskov\/embed\/#?secret=zuCiMsxOHh\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8222;Pelerinul vr\u0103jit &#8211; Nikolai Leskov&#8221; &#8211; Uli\u021barnica\" data-secret=\"zuCiMsxOHh\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.ulitarnica.ro\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2649.jpg?fit=600%2C450&ssl=1","thumbnail_width":600,"thumbnail_height":450,"description":"Pelerinul vr\u0103jit de Nikolai Leskov \u00cen ciuda buim\u0103celii \u00een care m-a l\u0103sat, a primit de la mine 4 din 5 stelu\u021be. Cartea aceasta este confesiunea \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare a lui Ivan Golovan, spus\u0103 unor c\u0103l\u0103tori oarecare \u00eent\u00e2lni\u021bi pe drum, a\u0219a cum \u00ee\u021bi poveste\u0219ti via\u021ba c\u00e2nd nimic din ea nu mai cere s\u0103 fie justificat. Ivan este un pelerin pe un drum ce pare c\u0103 nu duce nic\u0103ieri \u0219i nici nu promite o rezolvare. Nu este un drum al m\u00e2ntuirii \u0219i nici al \u00een\u021belegerii. E doar mers. F\u0103r\u0103 scop, f\u0103r\u0103 progres, f\u0103r\u0103 acumulare. Poate de aceea nu mi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 aceast\u0103 carte vorbe\u0219te despre credin\u021b\u0103, ci mai degrab\u0103 despre libertate, una \u00een care alegerile exterioare \u00ee\u0219i pierd greutatea. Credin\u021ba apare o singur\u0103 dat\u0103, ca o ancor\u0103. Ivan spune aproape \u00een treac\u0103t c\u0103, la na\u0219tere, mama lui l-a promis lui Dumnezeu. E singurul lucru care r\u0103m\u00e2ne fix \u00een toat\u0103 povestea. Tot ce urmeaz\u0103 nu e c\u0103utare, ci urmarea unei hot\u0103r\u00e2ri luate \u00eenainte ca el s\u0103 poat\u0103 refuza. Din acest punct de vedere, drumul e deja \u00eencheiat. Restul e doar umblet. Personajul suport\u0103 totul cu o uimitoare deta\u0219are. Suferin\u021ba \u00eei traverseaz\u0103 corpul, dar nu pare s\u0103 ajung\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een str\u0103fund, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd via\u021ba tr\u0103it\u0103 nu ar atinge niciodat\u0103 ceea ce conteaz\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat. Trupul e purtat, lovit, folosit, dar miezul r\u0103m\u00e2ne neatins. Nu e stoicism \u0219i nu e sfin\u021benie demonstrativ\u0103. E o desprindere de sine din care se na\u0219te o egalitate profund\u0103, care nu \u021bine nici de moral\u0103, nici de ideologie. El nu se simte nici deasupra, nici dedesubtul nim\u0103nui. Boier sau cer\u0219etor, c\u0103lug\u0103r sau soldat, to\u021bi sunt pur \u0219i simplu oameni, iar el e unul dintre ei, f\u0103r\u0103 compara\u021bie \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103. \u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile trec prin Ivan ca fumul. Sunt dense pe moment, apoi se risipesc f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103. Via\u021ba nu apare ca minciun\u0103, ci ca inconsisten\u021b\u0103. Nimic nu se fixeaz\u0103, nimic nu se adun\u0103, nimic nu devine destina\u021bie. De aici \u0219i senza\u021bia de maya a vie\u021bii tr\u0103ite. \u00cen acest fum se a\u0219az\u0103 \u0219i \u00een\u0219iruirea de obiceiuri vechi, ritualuri \u0219i supersti\u021bii ale unei lumi disp\u0103rute. Autorul nu le judec\u0103 \u0219i nu le explic\u0103. Le las\u0103 s\u0103 func\u021bioneze ca un cadru \u00een care via\u021ba se mi\u0219c\u0103 firesc, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe prea mult de ce. Nu ca \u00eentr-un muzeu, ci ca \u00eentr-o lume care \u00eenc\u0103 respira a\u0219a. Pl\u0103cerea cu care Ivan \u00ee\u0219i poveste\u0219te via\u021ba nu e dorin\u021b\u0103 de justificare \u0219i nici confesiune. E dovada c\u0103 nimic din ce a tr\u0103it nu s-a lipit definitiv de el. Povestea se spune \u0219i se las\u0103 s\u0103 se duc\u0103, exact ca via\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i. Am citit cartea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tiu dac\u0103 voi g\u0103si ceva \u0219i am terminat-o cu senza\u021bia c\u0103 nu am primit nimic din ce m-a\u0219 fi a\u0219teptat s\u0103 primesc. Nu o poveste care s\u0103 te prind\u0103, nici un personaj care s\u0103 te trag\u0103 dup\u0103 el, nici o concluzie care s\u0103 se a\u0219eze lini\u0219titor. Mai degrab\u0103 o stare de mirare incomod\u0103, ca atunci c\u00e2nd te ui\u021bi mult timp la ceva \u0219i nu g\u0103se\u0219ti cheia potrivit\u0103. Nu pot spune c\u0103 am priceput mare lucru la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul c\u0103r\u021bii. Am r\u0103mas mai degrab\u0103 cu impresia c\u0103 m-am dizolvat \u0219i eu \u00een stepa aceea nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103, pe urmele pa\u0219ilor lui Ivan Golovan, merg\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 scop, f\u0103r\u0103 destina\u021bie, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai a\u0219tept ca drumul s\u0103 duc\u0103 undeva. S-ar putea ca interpret\u0103rii mele s\u0103-i fi sc\u0103pat totu\u0219i ceva. Ivan tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00eentr-un registru \u00een care sensul, voin\u021ba \u0219i chiar identitatea par secundare, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie negate explicit. Aceast\u0103 normalitate stranie e \u00eens\u0103 foarte departe de modul \u00een care percep eu lumea. 00"}