{"id":127,"date":"2013-09-27T14:09:26","date_gmt":"2013-09-27T12:09:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/mokro\/?p=84"},"modified":"2015-04-26T08:19:47","modified_gmt":"2015-04-26T06:19:47","slug":"ispovjest-rose-stevanovic-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mokrolive.info\/?p=127","title":{"rendered":"Ispovjest bake Rose Stevanovi\u0107"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_1399\" style=\"width: 330px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/mokrolive.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/60400182.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1399\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1399\" src=\"https:\/\/mokrolive.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/60400182-320x160.jpg\" alt=\"60400182\" width=\"320\" height=\"160\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1399\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Foto ilustracija.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Sa bakom Rosom Stevanovi\u0107\u00a0 (1914) razgovarano je u maju 1995. A tema razgovora je bila njeno spasavanje bjekstvom iz zapaljene ku\u0107e u Jelovcima tokom Drugog svjetskog rata, sa svoja dva sina tog kobnog 14. Novembra 1943. Rosa sa mno\u0161tvom detalja pri\u010da:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201eVidi se kuda idu usta\u0161e, plamte drvene ku\u0107e kao da su posute gasom. Ludi vjetar pukao iz pravca Ravne planine, pripoma\u017ee da paliku\u0107e \u0161to uspje\u0161nije obave svoje orgije. Vatra sve guta, ku\u0107e, \u0161tale, mlje\u010darnike, su\u0161nice, \u010dak i poljske nu\u017enike. Plamte Jelovci, Krlje, Brda, Mrgin. Tamo su ku\u0107e Lopati\u0107a, Kari\u0161ika, Gazivoda, Jakovljevi\u0107a, Starovlaha, Kusmuka, Krlja\u0161a, Mini\u0107a, Radenkovi\u0107a, Vu\u010di\u0107evi\u0107a. Stoku plijene, a \u010deljad kao i stoku tjeraju i udaraju kundacima. Pla\u010d djece, vriska \u017eena, rika stoke, a plamen tjeran ludim vjetrom polegao po zemlji, pr\u017ei li pr\u017ei. Vra\u010devdane, prokleti dane, ima li te da vidi\u0161 zlu kob i da je zaustavi\u0161.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sve se to kotrlja k nama, ovamo k Lipama, gdje \u017eivimo mi Stevanovi\u0107i. Stigo\u0161e, utjera\u0161e u ku\u0107u nas \u010detiri majke i na\u0161ih trinaestoro djece. Visoki usta\u0161a, kukastog nosa i natomr\u0161tenih obrva, tra\u017ei mi pare. Odgovorih da nemam, ali imam zlatan prsten, vjen\u010dani, poklon od djevera. Kada dobi prsten re\u010de; \u201eSve \u0107emo vas popaliti, marvo srpska\u201c.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Nasta pakleni vrisak, i \u017eena i djece. Jedni se skrivaju pod krevetom, neko uska\u010de u prostrtu slamu u kokoj smo predhodne no\u0107i spavali. Otvori\u0161e vatru iz automata, trojica-\u010detvorica usta\u0161a. Jedan id njih upali slamu gdje su se djeca poput mi\u0161eva posakrivala. Suknu plamen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Zdimim sin\u010di\u0107a \u0110or\u0111a i frljaknem ga kroz prozor, a potom i Bo\u0161ka a za njim i ja. Jednog ispod jednog, a drugog ispod drugog pazuha, pa strugnem strmu, prema potoku \u0160ipovici i \u010destaru. Ono usta\u0161a \u0161to su bilo van ku\u0107e, bili su se zabavili oko ko\u0161nica p\u010dela i lap\u0107i med. Kada me primjeti\u0161e kako odmi\u010dem dolje ispali\u0161e plotun, zuje meci okolo, ali ja grabim i ne ispu\u0161tam najve\u0107e blago na svijetu. U \u010destaru sam ih rinula u \u017ebun i pokrila \u0161u\u0161korom i zaprijetila da se ne smiju \u010duti da su \u017eivi, eto, prema meni bje\u017ei Milka Lopatu\u0161a sa ranjenim \u010detverogodi\u0161njim sinom Tadijom. Saznajem da su svi ostali izgorjeli u na\u0161oj ku\u0107i. Gore iznad, vidimo tjeraju neja\u010d Jelovca, Krlja, Lipa, vode ih na klanicu prema Braji. Brda\u0161ce mi zaklanja vidik i ne znam \u0161ta se de\u0161ava u dubini potoka i \u010destaru. Ne \u010duju se pu\u0161ke, zna\u010di da sjekirama i kamama dokraj\u010duju moje ro\u0111ake, prijatelje i drugarice.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Kada su oti\u0161li, nosili smo razdrobljena tijela u obli\u017enje groblje: 23 Stevanovica, a potom Lopati\u0107a, Raki\u0107a, Gazivoda, Radenkovi\u0107a, Vu\u010di\u0107evi\u0107a, ukupno 52 \u010deljadi, \u0161to spaljeno u ku\u0107i, \u0161to masakrirano u Braji.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Kada za\u0111osmo u mir, si\u0111em ja na sarajevsku pijacu preko puta Vije\u0107nice. Kad tamo vidim i prepoznam biv\u0161eg usta\u0161u kukastug nosa i namrgo\u0111enih obrva, kojem sam poklonila zlatni prsten, a koji je potom zapalio na\u0161u ku\u0107u. Zadrhtala sam, po\u010dela sam se preznojavati, umalo nisam vrisnula. Suzdr\u017eah se te\u0161kom mukom. Mislim ako ga prijavim, vlasti mu ne\u0107e ni\u0161ta, a mene \u0107e umjesto njega mu\u010diti i zatvarati. Na\u0107i \u0107e mi ona moja dva mom\u010di\u0107a i zaklat \u0107e ih. Nisam nikome smjela re\u0107i da sam vidjela d\u017eelata na pijaci i 30 godina sam \u0107utala.\u201c<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sa bakom Rosom Stevanovi\u0107\u00a0 (1914) razgovarano je u maju 1995. A tema razgovora je bila njeno spasavanje bjekstvom iz zapaljene ku\u0107e u Jelovcima tokom Drugog svjetskog rata, sa svoja dva sina tog kobnog 14. Novembra 1943. Rosa sa mno\u0161tvom detalja pri\u010da: \u201eVidi se kuda idu usta\u0161e, plamte drvene ku\u0107e kao da su posute gasom. 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