Сто лет одиночества

           Theydidnotencounteranyobstacles.úrsulaaccusedherselfinwardlyofhavingtwistedRebecca’sdestinywithrepeatedpostponementsandshewasnotabouttoaddmoreremorse.TherigorofthemourningforRemedioshadbeenrelegatedtothebackgroundbythemortificationsofthewar,Aureliano’sabsence,Arcadio’sbrutality,andtheexpulsionJoséArcadioandRebeca.Withtheimminenceofthewedding,PietroCrespihadhintedthatAurelianoJosé,inwhomhehadstirredupalovethatwasalmostfilial,wouldbeconsideredtheiroldestchild.EverythingmadeAmarantathinkthatshewasheadingtowardasmoothhappiness.ButunlikeRebeca,shedidnotrevealtheslightestanxiety.Withthesamepatiencewithwhichshedyedtablecloths,sewedlacemasterpieces,embroideredneedlepointpeacocks,shewaitedforPietroCrespitobeunabletobeartheurgesofhisheartandmore.HerdaycamewiththeillfatedOctoberrains.PietroCrespitookthesewingbasketfromherlapandhetoldher,"We’llgetmarriednextmonth."Amarantadidnottrembleatthecontactwithhisicyhands.Shewithdrewherslikeatimidlittleanimalandwentbacktoherwork.

           "Don’tbesimple,Crespi."Shesmiled."Iwouldn’tmarryyouevenifIweredead."

           PietroCrespilostcontrolofhimself.Heweptshamelessly,almostbreakinghisfingerswithdesperation,buthecouldnotbreakherdown."Don’twasteyourtime,"wasallthatAmarantasaid."Ifyoureallylovemesomuch,don’tsetfootinthishouseagain."úrsulathoughtshewouldgomadwithshame.