M\u00f4j otec pri\u0161iel ko mne, \u2014 ako neraz chod\u00ed
za tich\u00fdch, hviezdnych noc\u00ed, \u2014 pri\u0161iel z cmitera
na p\u00e1r slov: op\u00fdta\u0165 sa, ako sa mi vod\u00ed,
jak\u2018 zn\u00e1\u0161a hru\u010f, \u010do P\u00e1n Boh z l\u00e1sky namer\u00e1 . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bol sk\u013e\u00fa\u010den\u00fd, jak\u2018 niekdy, ke\u010f sa vr\u00e1til z pr\u00e1ce
v de\u0148 sobotn\u00fd \u2014 tak pozde, s celou t\u00fd\u017ed\u0148ovkou,
len o\u010di e\u0161te mdlej\u0161ie, v\u00f4bec \u2014 net\u00fa\u017eiace,
na tv\u00e1ri s nemotou jak hrob, tak hlbokou.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ja zap\u00e1lil som sviecu (moji sladko spali)
a viedol otca, \u2014 c\u00edtiac chlad t\u00fdch jeho r\u00fak,
v sluch \u0161eptal som mu, jak sme pri posteli st\u00e1li:
\u201eH\u013ea, tvoja nevesta a ved\u013ea nej tvoj vnuk!“<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A videl som; tak ne\u017ene sklonil sa nad nimi,
zr\u00fac jemn\u00e9 \u0165ahy dvoch hl\u00e1v v bielych perin\u00e1ch,
kde mie\u0161ali sa vlasy tmav\u00e9 so zlat\u00fdmi
a s nachom rudej ru\u017ee bielych ru\u017e\u00ed nach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oj, dlho h\u013eadel, . . razom pom\u00fdlen\u00fd schvel sa,
\u017ee jeho vn\u00fa\u010da po \u0148om nem\u00e1 \u017eiadny diel,
i teraz do\u0161iel pr\u00e1zdny \u2014 o ni\u010d neobzrel sa,
by pam\u00e4tali spiaci, jak\u2018 nad nimi bdel . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 \u201eNie, ot\u010de!“ ja v to: \u201edobre tak \u2014 a poru\u010d, chce\u0161-li,
jej pevn\u00fa vieru srdca, jemu chcivos\u0165 r\u00fak,
nech vyu\u017eije chv\u00ed\u013eu, jak\u2018 ty \u010das tvoj pre\u0161l\u00fd,
a bud\u00fa ma\u0165 dos\u0165, \u2014 oj dos\u0165, nevesta i vnuk!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mne? vie\u0161 s\u00e1m: dals\u2018 u\u017e a to z najlep\u0161ieho statku,
m\u00e1m predsa k borbe \u017eit\u00edm vhodn\u00e9 n\u00e1stroje,
v\u0161ak ak mi e\u0161te chce\u0161 da\u0165 nie\u010do na pamiatku,
\u010do d\u00e1\u0161 po jednom mojim, \u2014 mne daj oboje!“<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A otec zdvihnul ruky, \u017eehnaj\u00fac n\u00e1m vrelo . . .
Zvuk hod\u00edn zavznel, t\u00e1 tv\u00e1r chladn\u00e1 u\u017easla,
za okamih sa v\u00f4kol neprieh\u013eadne stmelo,
\u0161iel hos\u0165 m\u00f4j . . . i\u0161iel domov . . . svieca vyhasla . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pozn\u00e1mka: V Eisenachu v tej izbi\u010dke, v ktorej \u0161\u013eachetn\u00e1 pani Cottov\u00e1 prich\u00fdlila chudobn\u00e9ho \u0161kol\u00e1ka Martina Luthera je vyvesen\u00fd posledn\u00fd list n\u00e1\u0161ho reform\u00e1tora svojim trom dietkam. S\u00e1m ho pova\u017euje za testament. Nie s\u00fa tam vypo\u010d\u00edtavan\u00e9 domy, role, peniaze. Svojim dietkam v\u0161ak zanech\u00e1va cennej\u0161ie poru\u010dn\u00edctvo: vieru, l\u00e1sku a n\u00e1dej. Zm\u00fd\u0161\u013eal asi takto:<\/em> <\/em>striebra, zlata nem\u00e1m, ale \u010do m\u00e1m, to v\u00e1m nech\u00e1m, a to tak\u00e9 poklady, ktor\u00e9 zost\u00e1vaj\u00fa: vieru, l\u00e1sku a n\u00e1dej, to troje.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u010ci aj my m\u00e1me tak\u00e9to dedi\u010dstvo z rodi\u010dovsk\u00e9ho domu? \u010ci aj my sme vychovan\u00ed v n\u00e1rodnon\u00e1bo\u017eenskom duchu? \u010ci sa nebudeme hanbi\u0165 a nezabudneme, \u017ee sme tak\u00fato v\u00fdchovu dostali od svojich rodi\u010dov aj ke\u010f sa u\u017e d\u00e1vno pobrali na odpo\u010dinok? \u010ci si s v\u010fakou zaspom\u00edname, ak\u00e9 dobr\u00e9 vlastnosti n\u00e1m rodi\u010dovsk\u00e1 starostlivos\u0165 vypestovala? \u010ci vr\u00facnu a vrel\u00fa zbo\u017enos\u0165, l\u00e1sku k vlasti, milovanie bl\u00ed\u017eneho, pracovitos\u0165, obetavos\u0165, postavenie \u017eivota do slu\u017eby cirkvi a n\u00e1roda? \u010ci to nebude len pre mrzk\u00fd zisk a sl\u00e1vu?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" M\u00f4j otec pri\u0161iel ko mne, \u2014 ako neraz chod\u00edza tich\u00fdch, hviezdnych noc\u00ed, \u2014 pri\u0161iel z cmiterana p\u00e1r slov: op\u00fdta\u0165 sa, ako sa mi vod\u00ed,jak\u2018 zn\u00e1\u0161a hru\u010f, \u010do P\u00e1n Boh z l\u00e1sky namer\u00e1 . . . Bol sk\u013e\u00fa\u010den\u00fd, jak\u2018 niekdy, ke\u010f sa vr\u00e1til z pr\u00e1cev de\u0148 sobotn\u00fd \u2014 tak pozde, s celou t\u00fd\u017ed\u0148ovkou,len o\u010di e\u0161te mdlej\u0161ie, … \u010c\u00edta\u0165 viac<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":37330,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[281,165],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-pamiatka-zosnulych","category-poezia-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37329","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37329"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37329\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37332,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37329\/revisions\/37332"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/37330"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.e-anjelik.sk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}