Сто лет одиночества

           Lyingawakeatnight,stretchedoutonhisbackinahammockinthesameroomwherehehadawaiteddeath,hewouldevoketheimageoflawyersdressedinblackleavingthepresidentialpalaceintheicycoldofearlymorningwiththeircoatcollarsturnedupabouttheirears,rubbingtheirhands,whispering,takingrefugeindrearyearly-morningcaféstospeculateoverwhatthepresidenthadmeantwhenhesaidyes,orwhathehadmeantwhenhesaidno,andeventoimaginewhatthepresidentwasthinkingwhenhesaidsomethingquitedifferent,ashechasedawaymosquitoesatatemperatureofninety-fivedegrees,feelingtheapproachthefearsomedawnwhenhewouldhavetogivehismenthecommandtojumpintothesea.

           Onenightofuncertainty,whenPilarTernerawassinginginthecourtyardwiththesoldiers,heaskedhertoreadthefutureinhercards."Watchoutforyourmouth,"wasallthatPilarTernerabroughtoutafterspreadingandpickingupthecardsthreetimes."Idon’tknowitmeans,butthesignisveryclear.Watchoutforyourmouth."Twodayslatersomeonegaveanorderlyamugofblackcoffeeandtheorderlypasseditontosomeoneelsethatonetosomeoneelseuntil,handtohand,itreachedColonelAurelianoBuendíaoffice.Hehadnotaskedforanycoffee,butsinceitwastherethecoloneldrankit.Ithadadoseofnuxvomicastrongenoughtokillahorse.Whentheytookhimhomehewasstiffandarchedandhistonguewasstickingoutbetweenhisteeth.úrsulafoughtagainstdeathoverhim.