Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 7
"Nooneknowshowitwillcome,buteverybodyisgoingaroundsayingthattheofficerwhoshootsColonelAurelianoBuendíaandallthesoldiersinthesquad,onebyone,willbemurdered,withnoescape,soonerorlater,eveniftheyhideattheendsoftheearth."CaptainRoqueCarniceromentionedittotheotherofficersandtheytoldtheirsuperiors.OnSunday,althoughnoonehadrevealeditopenly,althoughnoactiononthepartofthemilitaryhaddisturbedthetensecalmofthosedays,thewholetownknewthattheofficerswerereadytouseanymannerofpretexttoavoidresponsibilityfortheexecution.TheofficialorderarrivedintheMondaymail:theexecutionwastobecarriedoutwithintwenty-fourhours.Thatnighttheofficersputsevenslipsofpaperintoacap,andCaptainRoqueCarnicero’sunpeacefulfatewasforeseenbyhisnameontheprizeslip."Badluckdoesn’thaveanychinksinit,"hesaidwithdeepbitterness."IwasbornasonofabitchandI’mgoingtodieasonofabitch."Atfiveinthemorninghechosethesquadbylot,formeditinthecourtyard,andwokeupthecondemnedmanwithapremonitoryphrase.
"Let’sgo,Buendía,"hetoldhim."Ourtimehascome."
"Sothat’swhatitwas,"thecolonelreplied."Iwasdreamingthatmysoreshadburst."
RebecaBuendíagotupatthreeinthemorningwhenshelearnedthatAurelianowouldbeshot.Shestayedinthebedroominthedark,watchingthecemeterywallthroughthehalf-openedwindowasthebedonwhichshesatshookwithJoséArcadio’ssnoring.
