05/02/2025
Užežin Sv. Križića
a u spomen na jednu kišnu večer 1510.g i u čast Sv. Križiću⬇️
U spomen na jednu kišnu večer 1510.g i u čast Sv. Križiću
Zvuk: Tutanj od potresa. Oluja.
Unuka: Isuse dobri.... Evo. Fermalo se trest! Pasalo je! Fola ti Isuse...
Zvuk: Kapa. Kapljice padaju na tkaninu
Unuka: O, zaboga ca je ovo? Pari da kapje iz križića. Stor je i pun saje, tukalo bi ga ocistit. Biće da se razmoci od ove nevere i umidece. Vas je coran od garbuna biće da zato kapje tako škuro.
Zvuk: Struganje krpom po drvenom križu .
Unuka: Ajme meni, ca je ovo? Ovo ni saje, ovo ne fermoje. Ovo ne kapje, ovo tece. Ca je ovo?! (Uzbuđeno.) Mama moja, dide, hote vamo. Vamo barzo, baržije! Poglejte.
Zvuk: Približavaju se koraci. Škripa vrata.
Mati: (Umirujuće.) Ca je ćerce moja, ca se dogodilo? Zemja se je zatresla, jesi se tega pristrašila?
Unuka: Ni to, mati, nego ništo puno čudno. Majko, dide poglejte mi ruke, poglejte pecu ... (Tiše.) Poglejte križić.
Mati: (Uzvici čuđenja.) Ajme! Ovo... Ovo je mirokul. Ovo se još ni vidilo. Kor je to... Kor! Kapje joj na ruku. Kapje po tavaji, po zidu.
Unuka: (Uzbuđeno.) Ajme, majko, dide. Ovo... Ovo je mirokul! Cudo je, cudo!
Mati: (Hladno i zabrinuto) Cekojte. Pozov'mo kogagod neka nojpri vidi ca je ovo. Ne vidi se dobro pod sviću... (Sjeti se.) Zov'mo Stipona. (Glasnije i življe.) Meštra Stipona Vitaljića pentura. Pojmo, homo ga zvat. Odma'!
Zvuk: Izlazi van, trči uz stepenice, kroz oluju. Vjetar. Kiša.
Mati: (Viče. Nadglašava buku nevremena.) Stipone! Stipone, barzo! Juto je potriba.
Zvuk: Otvara se prozor. Zaškripe škure.
Vitaljić: (Zabrinuto.) 'Me isusovo sveto, ca je sad epeta?! Krov gospe Luncjote se prose. Ca bi još moglo bit na ovako vrime?
Mati: (Tiho i tajnovito.) Barzo se paričoj i hod sa menon. Tukoš ništo vidit... (Tiše.) Tukomo svi vidit ca je to.
Zvuk: Brzi koraci po stepenicama. Oluja još uvijek. Vrata se otvaraju, i zatvaraju. (Oluja se slabije čuje.)
Vitaljić: (Zadihano i zbunjeno.) Zdravi bili, šjor Mikula...
Dide: (Nestrpljivo.) Vamo Stipone, vamo. Gledoj! Pipoj!
Vitaljić: (Iznenađeno) Pa to je... Zaboga, to je kor. To je kor ! (U čudu.) Ca ovo kor tece iz križića?! Ženo, pojte po kanonika Lukanića. Zov'te ga, doved'te ga.
Zvuk: Ponovno zvuk trčanja i jake oluje.
Mati: (Tiho i zadihano moli.) Oče naš koji jesi na nebesima, sveti se ime...
Zvuk: Kiša, trčanje.
Lukanić: (Zabrinuto. Mirno.) Ženo drogo, po ovoj neveri ste mi došli. Koja je priša? Ča se je dogodilo?!
Mati: (Uzbuđeno, brzo, očajno. ) Don Matij cudo je. Cudo veliko. Hote sa menon, žvelto. Mirokul je u našu kuću, križić je proplak'o. Kor kapje iz križića. Cudo je!
Lukanić: Čo? Ča to govoriš. Gremo. Homo. Homo, odma!
Zvuk: Škripa vrata. Kiša i oluja.Trčanje, ovaj put brže.
Mati: ... Tvoje, dodji kraljevstvo tvoje...
Lukanić: (Zaprepašteno, polušaptom.) Je! To je... to je mirokul! Gospode moj, koji non šenj šaješ?!
Lukanić: Gospodine, budi volja tvoja, kako na nebu tako in a zemlji.
Dide: Vazmite križić Lukaniću. Vazmite ga. Odnest'te ga u crikvu.
Lukanić: (Glasno i odlučno.) Dojte mi bokun lancuna neka ga zamoton. U crikvu s njin. Veliko zlo non navišćuje. (Zabrinuto.) Potriba je, potriba je svima reć.
Zvuk: Vrata se otvaraju i ponovno kroz oluju trčanje. Višeglasna molitva: Kruh naš svagdašnji daj nam danas...
kanić: (Prestrašeno. Tiho.) Na kolinima son Gospodine, na kolinima prid tebon. Molin te za kuroj, tuko izoć prid puk, reć im da non šaješ kaštig. U ognju smo bili, Gospode, kad smo se na Tvoga sina zaklinjoli i kor vlastelinsku zazivali. Kor non šaješ živu. Svaruješ nos grišnike, ruke si non poli karvju da jih ne bi somi. O dobri, Presvitli, fermo si nos da grih ne učinimo. Za svoje se misli kajemo. Kajemo se za riči kojima smo zlo zazivali.
Zvuk: Koraci.
Remeta: Lukaniću? Jeste to vi, don Matij? Ca će reć da po ovoj neveri dohodite?
Lukanić: („S knedlom u grlu“.) Jo son, brate. Krov moje crikve, gospe od Luncijote se je prose...
Remeta: Oslobod' Bože nevoje...
Lukanić: (Glasno, odlučno.) Nebo smo naidili. Zvon'te na sva zvona. Na sva zvona zvon'mo! Mirokul je. Veliko se zlo paričoje. Potriba je avižat cili svit.
Remeta: (Prestrašeno, panično.) O Bože, nevoju non šaješ. (Viče. ) Zvon'te, zvon'te, neka svi cuju! Neka svi dojdedu.
Zvuk: Zvona zvone. Vjetar I žamor ljudi. Uzbuđenje, uzvici nevjerice i nerazumjevanja:
Vjernik: Ca je sad? - Judi, homo, vidit ca je. - Barž gori ?!
Lukanić: (Viče.) Judi poslušojte. Judi moji poglejte. Poglejte križić, poglejte mirokul! Kor tece iz križića. Kapje na nos grišnike. Pokajmo se. Poprav'mo ća smo ucinili.
Zvuk: (Višeglasno.): I otpusti nam duge naše, kako i mi otpuštamo.
Lukanić: Judi! Ucin'mo veliku pokoru. Učinmo pokoru za svoje misli, za zla dila i za grišne stvori
Zvuk: Žamor, kiša.
Lukanić: (Ozbiljno i zabrinuto.) Učinit ćemo veliki precesjun. Oproštenje išćimo od Gospodina.
iz radio drame „Mirokul u For“
autorica: Iva Boras 2010.
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In memory of one rainy evening in 1510. and in honor of Hvar St. Cross
Sound: Earthquake booming. Storm.
Granddaughter: Sweet Jesus... There. It stopped quaking! It is over! Thank you, Jesus!
Sound: Dropping sound. Drops fall onto the cloth.
Granddaughter: Oh my God, what is this? It looks like it is dropping from the crucifix. It is an old one and full of soot and it should be cleaned. It probably got sodden in this bad weather and all this humidity. It is black all over on account of coal and that's probably the reason the drops are so dark.
Sound: Grating of the rag against the wood crucifix.
Granddaughter: Oh, dear me, what's this? It's not soot, it isn't stopping. It doesn't drop it is running.What is it? (Excited) Mother, grandpa, come over. Come over here quickly! Look.
Sound: Approaching steps. Squeeking of the door.
Mother (in soothing tones): What is it my daughter, what happened? The earth shook, did that scare you?
Granddaughter: It's not about that but something really weird. Mother, grandpa, look at my hands, look at the rag...( more quietly) look at the crucifix.
Mother (sound of surprise): Wow! This... This is a miracle. It has never been seen before.
It is blood...Blood! Blood is dropping on her hands. Dropping on the tablecloth, down the wall.
Granddaughter (excited): O, mother, grandpa...This..., this is a miracle! It's a miracle, miracle!
Mother (in a cold and worried tone): Wait. Let's first call someone else to see what this is. It is not clearly visible in candlelight...(Remembering something.) Let's call Stipon. (Louder and vivaciously) Stipon Vitaljić, the house-painter. Let's go, let us call him. Now!
Sound: Getting out of the house, running up the steps, in the storm.The wind. It rains.
Mother (calling out to be heard over the storm noise): Stipon! Stipon, quickly! We need you greatly.
Sound: The window is being opened. Shutters are squeaking.
Vitaljić (worried): Good Lord, what's up now? The roof of Our Lady church of Annunciation caved in. What else could happen in this weather?
Mother (quietly and secretively): Get ready quickly and follow me. You've got to see something...(more quietly) We have all of us to see what it is.
Sound: Quick steps up the stairs. The storm is still going on. The door is being opened and closed. (The storm is heard less clearly.)
Vitaljić ( breathless and confused): Be well, master Mikula...
Grandpa (impatiently): Over here Stipon, over here. Look! Touch it!
Vitaljić (in surprise): But it is... for Lord's sake, it is blood. It is blood! (In surprise) Is that blood running from the crucifix?! Woman, go to the dean Lukanić. Call him, bring him over.
Sound: Repeated sounds of running and big storm.
Mother (praying quietly and out of breath): Our Father who is in heaven, hollowed be The name...
Sound: The rain, running steps.
Lukanić (worried. Calmly): Dear woman, you came to me in this storm. What is the hurry? What happened?
Mother (excitedly, quickly, desperately): Don Matij, a miracle. A big miracle. Come with me, quickly. A miracle happened in my house, the crucifix cried. Blood is dropping from the crucifix. A miracle it is!
Lukanić: What? What are you saying? Let us go. Let us. Let us go at once
Sound: Squeeking of the door. Rain and storm sounds. Running which is quicker this time.
Mother: ....Thy kingdom come...
Lukanić (staggered, half whispering): Yes! It is....it is a miracle! My Lord, what sign are you giving us?
Lukanić: Lord, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Grandpa: Take, the crucifix, Lukanić. Take it. Take it to the church.
Lukanić (loudly and firmly) Give me a sheet to wrap it in. Off to church with it. It announces to us a dreadful evil. (worriedly) We have to, we must tell everyone.
Sound: The door opens and again running steps are heard in the storm.
Several voices: Give us this day our daily bread...
Lukanić (scared. Quietly) I am on my knees, my Lord, on my knees in front of Thee. I beg Thee for courage, it is necessary to face people and tell them that you send penance. We have been inflamed, my Lord, when we were swearing upon The Son invoking nobles' blood. You are sending us live blood. You are warning us, the sinners, you spilled blood over our hands lest we should do it ourselves. We repent for our thoughts. We repent for the words uttered that blood invoked.
Sound: Footsteps.
Sacristan: Lukanić? Is it you, Don Matij? What made you come in this storm?
Lukanić (with a lump in his throat) It is I, brother. The roof of my church of Our Lady, the Annunciation church caved in...
Sacristan: Deliver us from evil, oh Lord...
Lukanić (Loudly and firmly.) We enraged heaven. Let all bells ring. Let's ring all the bells! It is a miracle. Big trouble is brewing. It is mandatory to alert everybody.
Sacristan (scared, in panic) Oh God, You are sending us trouble. (Calling out.) Ring the bells, ring the bells, let everyone hear it. Let them all come.
Sound: Ringing of bells. Wind and people murmuring. Excitement, exclamations in disbelief, and misunderstanding.
Believer: What's up? Folks, let's go and see what it is. Maybe there is a fire on?
Lukanić: People! Let us do a great penance. Let us repent for our thoughts, for the evil deeds and sinful stuff.
Sound: Murmur, rain.
Lukanić (seriously and worried): We will make a grand procession. Let us beg our Lord's forgiveness.
From the radio drama play «A miracle in For»
author: Iva Boras, 2010.
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