Сто лет одиночества

           HegreetedRebecainthediningroom,tiedthedogsupinthecourtyard,hungtherabbitsupinthekitchentobesaltedlater,andwenttothebedroomtochangehisclothes.Rebecalaterdeclaredthatwhenherhusbandwentintothebedroomshewaslockedinthebathroomanddidnothearanything.Itwasadifficultversiontobelieve,buttherewasnoothermoreplausible,andnoonecouldthinkofanymotiveforRebecatomurderthemanwhohadmadeherhappy.ThatwasperhapstheonlymysterythatwasneverclearedupinMacondo.AssoonasJoséArcadioclosedthebedroomdoorthesoundofapistolshotechoedthroughthehouse.Atrickleofbloodcameoutunderthedoor,crossedthelivingroom,wentoutintothestreet,continuedoninastraightlineacrosstheuneventerraces,wentdownstepsandclimbedovercurbs,passedalongtheStreetoftheTurks,turnedacornertotherightandanothertotheleft,madearightangleattheBuendíahouse,wentinunderthecloseddoor,crossedthroughtheparlor,huggingthewallssoasnottostaintherugs,wentontotheotherlivingroom,madeawidecurvetoavoidthedining-roomtable,wentalongtheporchwiththebegonias,andpassedwithoutbeingseenunderAmaranta’schairasshegaveanarithmeticlessontoAurelianoJosé,andwentthroughthepantryandcameoutinthekitchen,whereúrsulawasgettingreadytocrackthirty—sixeggstomakebread.

           "HolyMotherofGod!"úrsulashouted.