Сто лет одиночества

           PietroCrespiexhaustedallmannerofpleas.Hewentthroughincredibleextremesofhumiliation.Heweptonewholeafternooninúrsula’slapandshewouldhavesoldhersoulinordertocomforthim.Onrainynightshecouldbeseenprowlingaboutthehousewithanumbrella,waitingforalightinAmaranta’sbedroom.Hewasneverbetterdressedthanatthattime.Hisaugustheadofatormentedemperorhadacquiredastrangeairofgrandeur.HebeggedAmaranta’sfriends,theoneswhosewedwithherontheporch,totrytopersuadeher.Heneglectedhisbusiness.Hewouldspendthedayintherearofthestorewritingwildnotes,whichhewouldsendtoAmarantawithflowerpetalsanddriedbutterflies,andwhichshewouldreturnunopened.Hewouldshuthimselfupforhoursonendtoplaythezither.Onenighthesang.Macondowokeupinakindofangelicstuporthatwascausedbyazitherthatdeservedmorethanthisworldandavoicethatledonetobelievethatnootherpersononearthcouldfeelsuchlove.PietroCrespithensawthelightsgoonineverywindowintownexceptthatofAmaranta.OnNovembersecond,AllSouls’Day,hisbrotheropenedthestoreandfoundallthelampslighted,allthemusicboxesopened,andallthedocksstrikinganinterminablehour,inthemidstofthatmadconcerthefoundPietroCrespiatthedeskintherearwithhiswristscutbyarazorandhishandsthrustintoabasinofbenzoin.

           úrsuladecreedthatthewakewouldbeinhouse.FatherNicanorwasagainstareligiousceremonyandburialinconsecratedground.