Сто лет одиночества

           Whippinghimwithoutmercy,shechasedhimtothebackofthecourtyard,whereArcadiocurleduplikeasnailinitsshell.DonApolinarMoscotewasunconscious,tiedtothepostwherepreviouslytheyhadhadthescarecrowthathadbeencuttopiecesbyshotsfiredinfun.Theboysinthesquadscattered,fearfulthatúrsulawouldgoafterthemtoo.Butshedidnotevenlookatthem.SheleftArcadiowithhisuniformtorn,roaringwithpainandrage,andsheuntiedDonApolinarMoscoteandtookhimhome.Beforeleavingtheheadquartersshereleasedtheprisonersfromthestocks.

           Fromthattimeonshewastheonewhoruledinthetown.ShereestablishedSundaymasses,suspendedtheuseofredarmbands,andabrogatedtheharebraineddecrees.Butinspiteofherstrength,shestillweptoverherunfortunatefate.Shefeltsomuchalonethatshesoughttheuselesscompanyofherhusband,whohadbeenforgottenunderthechestnuttree."Lookwhatwe’vecometo,"shewouldtellhimastheJunerainsthreatenedtoknocktheshelterdown."Lookattheemptyhouse,ourchildrenscatteredallovertheworld,andthetwoofusaloneagain,thesameasinthebeginning."JoséArcadioBuendía,sunkinanabyssofunawareness,wasdeaftoherlamentations.AtthebeginningofhismadnesshewouldannouncehisdailyneedswithurgentLatinphrases.Infleetingclearspellsoflucidity,whenAmarantawouldbringhimhismealshewouldtellherwhatbotheredhimmostandwouldaccepthersuckingglassesandmustardplastersinadocileway.