Сто лет одиночества

           OnMonday,attenthirtyinthemorning,AmarantawasdressingAurelianoJoséwhensheheardthesoundadistanttroopandtheblastofacornetonesecondbeforeúrsulaburstintotheroomwiththeshout:"They’rebringinghimnow!"Thetroopstruggledtosubduetheoverflowingcrowdwiththeirriflebutts.úrsulaandAmarantarantothecorner,pushingtheirwaythrough,andthentheysawhim.Helookedlikeabeggar.Hisclothingwastorn,hishairandbeardweretangled,andhewasbarefoot.Hewaswalkingwithoutfeelingtheburningdust,hishandstiedbehindhisbackwitharopethatamountedofficerhadattachedtotheheadofhishorse.Alongwithhim,alsoraggedanddefeated,theywerebringingColonelGerineldoMárquez.Theywerenotsad.Theyseemedmoredisturbedbythecrowdthatwasshoutingallkindsofinsultsatthetroops.

           "Myson!"úrsulashoutedinthemidstoftheuproar,andsheslappedthesoldierwhotriedtoholdherback.Theofficer’shorsereared.ThenColonelAurelianoBuendíastopped,tremulous,avoidedthearmsofhismother,andfixedasternlookoneyes.

           "Gohome,Mama,"hesaid."Getpermissionfromtheauthoritiestocomeseemeinjail."

           HelookedatAmaranta,whostoodindecisivelytwostepsbehindúrsula,andhesmiledasheaskedher,"Whathappenedtoyourhand?"Amarantaraisedthehandwiththeblackbandage."Aburn,"shesaid,andtookúrsulaawaysothatthehorseswouldnotrunherdown.Thetrooptookoff.Aspecialguardsurroundedtheprisonersandtookthemtothejailatatrot.