{"id":22479,"date":"2025-11-01T21:12:36","date_gmt":"2025-11-01T18:12:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479"},"modified":"2025-11-01T21:12:36","modified_gmt":"2025-11-01T18:12:36","slug":"elle-pensait-que-les-morts-ne-ressentaient-rien-mais-celui-ci-si","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479","title":{"rendered":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Anna connaissait l&#8217;odeur de la mort mieux que l&#8217;ar\u00f4me du caf\u00e9. Elle s&#8217;accrochait \u00e0 sa peau, se d\u00e9posait dans ses cheveux comme une poussi\u00e8re invisible. Apr\u00e8s trois ans \u00e0 la morgue, elle avait cess\u00e9 de tressaillir \u00e0 la vue des corps, de fermer les yeux quand elle les recouvrait de draps. Un seul son la faisait encore frissonner : le l\u00e9ger grincement des cercueils m\u00e9talliques qu&#8217;on ouvrait. Ce son annon\u00e7ait toujours le d\u00e9but du dernier silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Le jour o\u00f9 on l&#8217;a amen\u00e9 ne diff\u00e9rait d&#8217;aucun autre. Un homme d&#8217;une trentaine d&#8217;ann\u00e9es, le c\u0153ur bris\u00e9 subitement, sans espoir. Il avait l&#8217;air d&#8217;une vie fauch\u00e9e en plein milieu d&#8217;une phrase. Une montre de luxe, une chemise Armani, une bague \u2013 une imposante bague en or, grav\u00e9e \u00e0 l&#8217;int\u00e9rieur. Trop belle pour \u00eatre laiss\u00e9e au froid. Trop tentante pour un homme las de la pauvret\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"800\" height=\"473\" src=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-22480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg 800w, https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1-300x177.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1-768x454.jpeg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">D&#8217;abord, Anna se contenta de regarder. Puis elle se mit \u00e0 r\u00e9fl\u00e9chir. Puis\u2026 \u00e0 se convaincre. \u00ab De toute fa\u00e7on, il ne s&#8217;en apercevra pas. Personne ne le saura. Ce n&#8217;est pas un p\u00e9ch\u00e9, c&#8217;est juste un d\u00e9tail. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Le soir venu, la morgue \u00e9tait vide. Dehors, la pluie tambourinait sur les vitres, l&#8217;air \u00e9tait impr\u00e9gn\u00e9 d&#8217;alcool et de froid. La lumi\u00e8re vacillait, comme si quelqu&#8217;un avait accidentellement \u00e9teint l&#8217;interrupteur. Anna enfila ses gants et s&#8217;approcha du corps. La bague brillait dans la p\u00e9nombre. Elle l&#8217;ouvrit avec son ongle, tira doucement, mais elle ne bougea pas. C&#8217;\u00e9tait comme si l&#8217;homme la retenait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">\u00ab L\u00e2che-la\u2026 \u00bb murmura-t-elle, en riant doucement. \u00ab C&#8217;est dr\u00f4le, non ? \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Mais \u00e0 cet instant, l&#8217;air autour d&#8217;elle sembla s&#8217;\u00e9paissir. La table en m\u00e9tal grin\u00e7a. Elle tira de nouveau, plus fort. La bague ne bougea pas. Alors Anna prit sa d\u00e9cision : elle saisit sa main \u00e0 deux mains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Le froid la frappa comme une d\u00e9charge \u00e9lectrique. Ses doigts, jusque-l\u00e0 immobiles, trembl\u00e8rent. Un v\u00e9ritable spasme. Anna poussa un cri, non pas de douleur, mais d&#8217;horreur. Elle recula et tr\u00e9bucha sur le chariot. La chair de poule la parcourut, son c\u0153ur battant la chamade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">\u00ab Non\u2026 non, j\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9\u2026 \u00bb tenta-t-elle de se convaincre, fixant son visage impassible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Mais les yeux de l\u2019homme \u00e9taient l\u00e9g\u00e8rement ouverts. \u00c0 peine. Comme s\u2019il l\u2019observait. Inconsciemment, comme venu d\u2019un autre monde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Anna se figea. Puis, les mains tremblantes, elle saisit la lampe torche et l\u2019alluma : ses pupilles \u00e9taient dilat\u00e9es. Tout semblait indiquer qu\u2019il \u00e9tait vivant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Elle expira bruyamment et se pr\u00e9cipita vers la sortie, mais la porte resta bloqu\u00e9e. La serrure \u00e9tait coinc\u00e9e. Un sifflement soudain s\u2019\u00e9chappa du haut-parleur mural : une vieille radio, \u00e9teinte depuis longtemps, s\u2019\u00e9tait remise en marche un instant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">\u00ab Anna\u2026 \u00bb La voix \u00e9tait \u00e9touff\u00e9e, masculine, douce, mais reconnaissable : celle qui se tenait devant elle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Elle se figea. Elle tendit la main vers l&#8217;interrupteur, mais les lumi\u00e8res s&#8217;allum\u00e8rent toutes seules, comme si quelqu&#8217;un les avait actionn\u00e9es de l&#8217;ext\u00e9rieur. La lumi\u00e8re devint crue, l&#8217;\u00e9blouissant. Le corps sur la table \u00e9tait maintenant dans une position diff\u00e9rente&nbsp;; la main qu&#8217;elle touchait pendait, comme si elle cherchait \u00e0 toucher le sol. Et la bague\u2026 avait disparu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Anna ne se souvenait pas comment elle s&#8217;\u00e9tait \u00e9chapp\u00e9e. Elle s&#8217;\u00e9tait r\u00e9veill\u00e9e dehors, sous la pluie, pieds nus, la paume ensanglant\u00e9e. \u00c0 son doigt&nbsp;: une bague en or. La m\u00eame. Elle semblait avoir fusionn\u00e9 avec sa peau, impossible \u00e0 enlever, malgr\u00e9 tous ses efforts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Le m\u00e9decin qui l&#8217;examina plus tard dit qu&#8217;il n&#8217;y avait pas de br\u00fblures, seulement une \u00e9trange marque, comme si le m\u00e9tal s&#8217;\u00e9tait incrust\u00e9 dans sa chair. Ses coll\u00e8gues rirent, disant qu&#8217;elle avait simplement perdu son courage. Mais Anna n&#8217;est pas retourn\u00e9e \u00e0 la morgue depuis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Parfois, la nuit, elle imagine la bague devenir br\u00fblante. Que quelqu&#8217;un, tout pr\u00e8s, souffle \u00e0 son oreille, doucement, presque tendrement, en disant&nbsp;:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">\u00ab&nbsp;Je t&#8217;avais dit de ne pas y toucher.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Et puis elle se souvient de l&#8217;instant o\u00f9 la main froide s&#8217;est anim\u00e9e sous ses doigts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Et elle comprend&nbsp;: certaines choses, m\u00eame celles des morts, sont ind\u00e9l\u00e9biles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Pourtant, tout a commenc\u00e9 par une simple pens\u00e9e&nbsp;: \u00ab&nbsp;De toute fa\u00e7on, il ne le remarquera pas.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Maintenant, chaque fois qu&#8217;elle regarde la bague, elle le sait&nbsp;: il l&#8217;a remarqu\u00e9e.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Anna connaissait l&#8217;odeur de la mort mieux que l&#8217;ar\u00f4me du caf\u00e9. Elle s&#8217;accrochait \u00e0 sa peau, se d\u00e9posait dans ses cheveux comme une \n<a class=\"moretag\" href=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479\"> [...]<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":22480,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22479","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fotto"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v27.5 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/product\/yoast-seo-wordpress\/ -->\n<title>Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"ru_RU\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Anna connaissait l&#8217;odeur de la mort mieux que l&#8217;ar\u00f4me du caf\u00e9. Elle s&#8217;accrochait \u00e0 sa peau, se d\u00e9posait dans ses cheveux comme une\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"800\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"473\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"admin\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"\u041d\u0430\u043f\u0438\u0441\u0430\u043d\u043e \u0430\u0432\u0442\u043e\u0440\u043e\u043c\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"admin\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"\u041f\u0440\u0438\u043c\u0435\u0440\u043d\u043e\u0435 \u0432\u0440\u0435\u043c\u044f \u0434\u043b\u044f \u0447\u0442\u0435\u043d\u0438\u044f\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"5 \u043c\u0438\u043d\u0443\u0442\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\\\/\\\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"Article\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#article\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479\"},\"author\":{\"name\":\"admin\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e\"},\"headline\":\"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si.\",\"datePublished\":\"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00\",\"mainEntityOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479\"},\"wordCount\":797,\"commentCount\":0,\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2025\\\/11\\\/79845465-1.jpeg\",\"articleSection\":[\"FRANS\"],\"inLanguage\":\"ru-RU\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"CommentAction\",\"name\":\"Comment\",\"target\":[\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#respond\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479\",\"name\":\"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2025\\\/11\\\/79845465-1.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"ru-RU\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"ru-RU\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2025\\\/11\\\/79845465-1.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2025\\\/11\\\/79845465-1.jpeg\",\"width\":800,\"height\":473},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?p=22479#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"\u0413\u043b\u0430\u0432\u043d\u0430\u044f \u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0430\",\"item\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/\",\"name\":\"\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"ru-RU\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/#\\\/schema\\\/person\\\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e\",\"name\":\"admin\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"ru-RU\",\"@id\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\\\/\\\/secure.gravatar.com\\\/avatar\\\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"admin\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\"],\"url\":\"https:\\\/\\\/mybook.am\\\/?author=1\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479","og_locale":"ru_RU","og_type":"article","og_title":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -","og_description":"Anna connaissait l&#8217;odeur de la mort mieux que l&#8217;ar\u00f4me du caf\u00e9. Elle s&#8217;accrochait \u00e0 sa peau, se d\u00e9posait dans ses cheveux comme une","og_url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479","article_published_time":"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00","og_image":[{"width":800,"height":473,"url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"admin","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"\u041d\u0430\u043f\u0438\u0441\u0430\u043d\u043e \u0430\u0432\u0442\u043e\u0440\u043e\u043c":"admin","\u041f\u0440\u0438\u043c\u0435\u0440\u043d\u043e\u0435 \u0432\u0440\u0435\u043c\u044f \u0434\u043b\u044f \u0447\u0442\u0435\u043d\u0438\u044f":"5 \u043c\u0438\u043d\u0443\u0442"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"Article","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#article","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479"},"author":{"name":"admin","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/#\/schema\/person\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e"},"headline":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si.","datePublished":"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00","mainEntityOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479"},"wordCount":797,"commentCount":0,"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg","articleSection":["FRANS"],"inLanguage":"ru-RU","potentialAction":[{"@type":"CommentAction","name":"Comment","target":["https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#respond"]}]},{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479","url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479","name":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si. -","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg","datePublished":"2025-11-01T18:12:36+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/#\/schema\/person\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"ru-RU","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"ru-RU","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/79845465-1.jpeg","width":800,"height":473},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?p=22479#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"\u0413\u043b\u0430\u0432\u043d\u0430\u044f \u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0430","item":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Elle pensait que les morts ne ressentaient rien. Mais celui-ci, si."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/#website","url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/","name":"","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"ru-RU"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/#\/schema\/person\/e730847942cff3a199774e803916e97e","name":"admin","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"ru-RU","@id":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/df64e550a0653b7be0f1bcf897f33faad9c2c8153472b2d9319beafb51370f6f?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"admin"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/mybook.am"],"url":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/?author=1"}]}},"views":97,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22479","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22479"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22479\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22481,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22479\/revisions\/22481"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22480"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22479"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22479"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybook.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22479"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}