Сто лет одиночества

           úrsulawouldweepatthetableasifshewerereadingthelettersthathadneverarrivedandinwhichJoséArcadiotoldabouthisdeedsandmisadventures."Andtherewassomuchofahomehereforyou,myson,"shewouldsob,"andsomuchfoodthrowntothehogs!"Butunderneathitanshecouldnotconceivethattheboythegypsiestookawaywasthesameloutwhowouldeathalfasucklingpigforlunchandwhoseflatulencewitheredtheflowers.Somethingsimilartookplacewiththerestofthefamily.Amarantacouldnotconcealtherepugnancethatshefeltatthetablebecauseofhisbestialbelching.Arcadio,whoneverknewthesecretoftheirrelationship,scarcelyansweredthequestionsthatheaskedwiththeobviousideaofgaininghisaffection.Aurelianotriedtorelivethetimeswhentheysleptinthesameroom,triedtorevivethecomplicityofchildhood,butJoséArcadiohadforgottenaboutit,becauselifeatseahadsaturatedhismemorywithtoomanythingstoremember.OnlyRebecasuccumbedtothefirstimpact.ThedaythatshesawhimpassbybedroomshethoughtthatPietroCrespiwasasugarydandynexttothatprotomalewhosevolcanicbreathingcouldbeheardalloverthehouse.Shetriedtogetnearhimunderanypretext.OnacertainoccasionJoséArcadiolookedatherbodywithshamelessattentionandsaidtoher"You’reawoman,littlesister."Rebecalostcontrolofherself.