Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 7
Sincethebeginningofadolescence,whenhehadbeguntobeawareofhispremonitions,hethoughtthatdeathwouldbeannouncedwithadefinite,unequivocal,irrevocablesignal,buttherewereonlyafewhoursleftbeforehewoulddieandthesignalhadnotcome.OnacertainoccasionaverybeautifulwomanhadcomeintohiscampinTucurincaandaskedthesentries’permissiontoseehim.Theyletherthroughbecausetheywereawareofthefanaticismofmothers,whosenttheirdaughterstothebedroomsthemostfamouswarriors,accordingtowhattheysaid,toimprovethebreed.ThatnightColonelAurelianoBuendíawasfinishingthepoemaboutthemanwhoislostintherainwhenthegirlcameintohisroom.Heturnedhisbacktohertoputthesheetofpaperintothelockeddrawerwherehekepthispoetry.Andthenhesensedit.Hegraspedthepistolinthedrawerwithoutturninghishead.
"Pleasedon’tshoot,"hesaid.
WhenheturnedaroundholdinghisPistol,thegirlhadloweredhersanddidnotknowwhattodo.Inthatwayhehadavoidedfouroutofeleventraps.Ontheotherhand,someonewhowasnevercaughtenteredtherevolutionaryheadquartersonenightinManaureandstabbedtodeathhisclosefriendColonelMagníficoVisbal,towhomhehadgivenhiscotsothathecouldsweatoutafever.Afewyardsaway,sleepinginahammockinthesameroom.hewasnotawareofanything.Hiseffortstosystematizehispremonitionswereuseless.
