{"id":393407,"date":"2026-05-08T12:14:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-08T10:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/?p=393407"},"modified":"2026-05-08T13:16:16","modified_gmt":"2026-05-08T11:16:16","slug":"sadenie-maja-vo-vlkolinci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/sadenie-maja-vo-vlkolinci\/","title":{"rendered":"Sadenie m\u00e1ja vo Vlkol\u00ednci"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sadenie m\u00e1jov nie je len o trad\u00edcii. Je to oslava mladosti, l\u00e1sky, spolupatri\u010dnosti a radosti zo \u017eivota.<\/p>\n

V ka\u017edej dedine mal m\u00e1j svoj vlastn\u00fd pr\u00edbeh. M\u00e1j bol niekde jednoduch\u00fd, inde honosn\u00fd, no vo Vlkol\u00ednci mal n\u00e1dych prejavu l\u00e1sky, \u010di n\u00e1klonnosti, ktor\u00e1 sa len opatrne odva\u017eovala vyjs\u0165 najavo.<\/p>\n

V\u0161etko sa za\u010d\u00ednalo d\u00e1vno pred prv\u00fdm m\u00e1jom. Ml\u00e1denci sa nen\u00e1padne obzerali za diev\u010datami, zachyt\u00e1vali ich smiech pri studni, poh\u013eady na tancova\u010dk\u00e1ch \u010di kr\u00e1tke dotyky r\u00fak po\u010das fa\u0161iangov. Sta\u010dilo m\u00e1lo, jeden \u00fasmev navy\u0161e, dlh\u0161\u00ed poh\u013ead a v srdci sa za\u010dalo rodi\u0165 nie\u010do, \u010do u\u017e ne\u0161lo uml\u010da\u0165.<\/p>\n

Ke\u010f si bol ml\u00e1denec ist\u00fd, \u017ee jeho cit nie je len chv\u00ed\u013ekov\u00fd, za\u010dal prem\u00fd\u0161\u013ea\u0165. Nie o slov\u00e1ch, tie by aj tak nesta\u010dili, prem\u00fd\u0161\u013eal o m\u00e1ji.<\/p>\n

Vybra\u0165 strom nebola mali\u010dkos\u0165. Musel by\u0165 vysok\u00fd, rovn\u00fd, pevn\u00fd. Tak\u00fd, ktor\u00fd vydr\u017e\u00ed vietor aj poh\u013eady celej dediny. Ml\u00e1denci ho o\u010distili od k\u00f4ry a na vrchole nechali zelen\u00fa korunu, akoby srdce stromu, a t\u00fa potom ozdobili dlh\u00fdmi, farebn\u00fdmi stu\u017ekami. Tie neboli len ozdobou , boli ako vyznania, ktor\u00e9 vietor rozn\u00e1\u0161al do v\u0161etk\u00fdch str\u00e1n.<\/p>\n

A potom pri\u0161la noc, tich\u00e1, \u00a0zahalen\u00e1 do \u0161epotu. Pod jej r\u00fa\u0161kom niesli m\u00e1j k domu diev\u010da\u0165a. Ka\u017ed\u00fd krok bol opatrn\u00fd, ka\u017ed\u00e9 buchnutie by mohlo prezradi\u0165 ich tajomstvo. S nap\u00e4t\u00edm, ale aj s \u00fasmevom ho postavili. Pevne, hrdo, akoby t\u00fdm chceli poveda\u0165: tu je moje srdce, stvoren\u00e9 pre teba.<\/em><\/p>\n

Diev\u010da ni\u010d netu\u0161ilo. A\u017e r\u00e1no, ke\u010f vy\u0161la von a zbadala ho. Vysok\u00fd, s korunkou zelen\u00fdch vetiev a stu\u017ekami, ktor\u00e9 sa vo vetre vlnili ako \u017eiv\u00e9. Srdce sa rozb\u00fa\u0161ilo, nemusela sa p\u00fdta\u0165, nemusela po\u010du\u0165 meno. V h\u013abke du\u0161e u\u017e vedela, kto ho postavil.<\/p>\n

Na druh\u00fd de\u0148 r\u00e1no ml\u00e1denci \u0161li k\u00a0diev\u010da\u0165u, u\u017e nie potichu, ale s o\u010dak\u00e1van\u00edm. Diev\u010da ich priv\u00edtalo s \u010derven\u00fdmi l\u00edcami a v o\u010diach mala iskru, ktor\u00fa si v\u0161imli v\u0161etci. Na stole nech\u00fdbala dom\u00e1ca slivovi\u010dka, vo\u0148av\u00e9 klob\u00e1sky ani dom\u00e1ce kysnut\u00e9 kol\u00e1\u010de. Smiech sa mie\u0161al s poh\u013eadmi, ktor\u00e9 hovorili viac ne\u017e slov\u00e1.<\/p>\n

A\u00a0tak sa z\u00a0m\u00e1ja stal viac ne\u017e strom bol to pr\u00eds\u013eub, ktor\u00fd sa skon\u010dil svadbou, in\u00fd len kr\u00e1snou spomienkou. Ale jedno bolo ist\u00e9.<\/p>\n

M\u00e1j vo Vlkol\u00ednci nikdy nebol len o zvyku.<\/p>\n

Bol o l\u00e1ske, ktor\u00e1 si na\u0161la cestu s odvahou st\u00e1\u0165 vysoko a vidite\u013ene pre cel\u00fd svet.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Sadenie m\u00e1jov nie je len o trad\u00edcii. Je to oslava mladosti, l\u00e1sky, spolupatri\u010dnosti a radosti zo \u017eivota. V ka\u017edej dedine mal m\u00e1j svoj vlastn\u00fd pr\u00edbeh. M\u00e1j bol niekde jednoduch\u00fd, inde…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":393427,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-393407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized-sk"],"acf":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/393407"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=393407"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/393407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":393441,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/393407\/revisions\/393441"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/393427"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=393407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=393407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vlkolinec.sk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=393407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}