Сто лет одиночества

           ShehadwaitedallweekwiththesamehiddenpersistencewithwhichduringdifferenttimesshehadwaitedforPietroCrespi’sletters."Theywon’tshoothimhere,"JoséArcadio,toldher."They’llshoothimatmidnightinthebarrackssothatnoonewillknowwhomadeupthesquad,andthey’llburyhimrightthere."Rebecakeptonwaiting."They’restupidenoughtoshoothimhere,"shesaid.Shewassocertainthatshehadforeseenthewayshewouldopenthedoortowavegoodbye."Theywon’tbringhimthroughthestreets,"JoséArcadioinsisted,withsixscaredsoldiersandknowingthatthepeoplearereadyforanything."Indifferenttoherhusband’slogic,Rebecastayedbythewindow.

           "Don’tshoot,"thecaptainsaidtoJoséArcadio."YouweresentbyDivineProvidence."

           Anotherwarbeganrightthere.CaptainRoqueCarniceroandhissixmenleftwithColonelAurelianoBuendíatofreetherevolutionarygeneralVictorioMedina,whohadbeencondemnedtodeathinRiohacha.TheythoughttheycouldsavetimebycrossingthemountainsalongthetrailthatJoséArcadioBuendíahadfollowedtofoundMacondo,butbeforeaweekwasouttheywereconvincedthatitwasanimpossibleundertaking.Sotheyhadtofollowthedangerousrouteovertheoutcroppings;withnoothermunitionsbutwhatthefiringsquadhad.Theywouldcampnearthetownsandoneofthem,withasmallgoldfishinhishand,wouldgoindisguiseinbroaddaylighttocontactthedormantLiberals,whowouldgoouthuntingonthefollowingmorningandneverreturn.