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Sur le seuil se tenait l’homme que le petit gar\u00e7on de huit ans dessinait depuis des mois : grand, coiff\u00e9 d’une casquette rouge et v\u00eatu d’une chemise rouge vif. C’\u00e9tait dans un petit appartement en p\u00e9riph\u00e9rie de la ville. Le plus troublant, c’\u00e9tait que l’enfant avait toujours dit que cet homme viendrait un jour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

La m\u00e8re ouvrit la porte et resta fig\u00e9e quelques secondes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle \u00e9tait paralys\u00e9e. Elle ne pouvait rien dire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle connaissait ce visage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle l’avait vu des dizaines, peut-\u00eatre des centaines de fois, mais toujours seulement sur le papier. Dans les dessins de son fils.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Son petit gar\u00e7on de huit ans adorait dessiner plus que tout. Leur appartement \u00e9tait peu meubl\u00e9 : un vieux canap\u00e9, une table bon march\u00e9, quelques chaises et une armoire qui semblait avoir connu des jours meilleurs. L’argent manquait toujours, car sa m\u00e8re cumulait deux emplois.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais elle veillait toujours \u00e0 ce qu’il ait une chose essentielle :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Du papier et des crayons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C’\u00e9tait sa fa\u00e7on d’\u00e9chapper \u00e0 la r\u00e9alit\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais depuis quelques mois, il dessinait sans cesse le m\u00eame personnage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un homme grand, coiff\u00e9 d’une casquette rouge et v\u00eatu d’une chemise rouge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pas de maisons, pas d’arbres, pas d’arri\u00e8re-plan. Juste l’homme. Il se tenait au milieu d’une feuille blanche, souriant calmement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Au d\u00e9but, sa m\u00e8re n’y trouva rien d’\u00e9trange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Les enfants dessinent souvent des amis imaginaires. Ils inventent des personnages qui les aident \u00e0 traverser les moments difficiles. Et leur vie n’\u00e9tait vraiment pas facile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais une chose la troublait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Parfois, le gar\u00e7on tenait le dessin entre ses mains et le contemplait longuement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Puis il disait :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Maman, un jour il viendra nous rendre visite. Et tout sera diff\u00e9rent. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il le disait si calmement que cela la figea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elle essaya d’en rire. Elle se disait que ce n’\u00e9tait que l’imagination d’un enfant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais un soir, elle commen\u00e7a \u00e0 ramasser les dessins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il y en avait plus d’une centaine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et presque tous se ressemblaient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La m\u00eame casquette rouge. Le m\u00eame sourire. La m\u00eame silhouette.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Comme si son fils ne dessinait pas quelqu’un d’imaginaire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Comme s’il dessinait quelqu’un qu’il connaissait vraiment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Puis le jour J arriva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On frappa fort \u00e0 la porte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La m\u00e8re alla ouvrir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et \u00e0 cet instant, elle eut le souffle coup\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le m\u00eame homme se tenait sur le seuil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La casquette rouge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La chemise rouge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La m\u00eame expression calme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’homme la regarda comme s’il la connaissait depuis toujours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Bonjour \u00bb, dit-il doucement. \u00ab Puis-je entrer un instant ? \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Une voix d’enfant parvint derri\u00e8re elle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Maman\u2026 \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le fils quitta la pi\u00e8ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il regarda l’homme et son visage s’illumina aussit\u00f4t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il n’\u00e9tait pas surpris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il n’avait pas peur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Au contraire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il sourit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Tu vois ? \u00bb dit-il. \u00ab Je te l\u2019avais dit qu\u2019il viendrait. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le c\u0153ur de la m\u00e8re s\u2019emballa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Comment connaissez-vous mon fils ? \u00bb demanda-t-elle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L\u2019homme entra dans l\u2019appartement et regarda autour de lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Son regard se posa imm\u00e9diatement sur la table o\u00f9 \u00e9taient \u00e9tal\u00e9s des dizaines de dessins anim\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il en prit un.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il le contempla longuement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Puis il sourit doucement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Alors tu te souviens vraiment de moi \u00bb, dit-il au gar\u00e7on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un silence pesant s\u2019installa dans la pi\u00e8ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La m\u00e8re sentit ses jambes flancher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Car elle en \u00e9tait certaine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Son fils n\u2019avait jamais vu cet homme de sa vie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ils ne l\u2019avaient jamais rencontr\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ils n\u2019avaient jamais parl\u00e9 de lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et pourtant, il le dessinait sans cesse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L\u2019homme se tourna lentement vers la femme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Ne vous inqui\u00e9tez pas \u00bb, dit-il calmement. \u00ab Je suis seulement venu tenir une promesse. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Quelle promesse ? \u00bb s\u2019exclama-t-elle, haletante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il regarda l\u2019enfant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Celle que je lui ai faite il y a des ann\u00e9es. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un frisson parcourut l\u2019\u00e9chine de la m\u00e8re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Car son fils n\u2019avait que huit ans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et cet homme pr\u00e9tendait le conna\u00eetre depuis longtemps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Sur le seuil se tenait l’homme que le petit gar\u00e7on de huit ans dessinait depuis des mois : grand, coiff\u00e9 d’une casquette rouge \n [...]<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":26580,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26577","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fotto"],"yoast_head":"\nOn frappa \u00e0 la porte, donnant vie au dessin de l'enfant. -<\/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=26577\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"ru_RU\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" 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