Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 7
Inspiteofhisundiminishedstrength,JoséArcadioBuendíawasinnoconditiontoresist.Itwasallthesametohim.Ifhewentbacktothechestnuttreeitwasnotbecausehewantedtobutbecauseofahabitofhisbody.úrsulatookcareofhim,fedhim,broughthimnewsofAureliano.Butactually,theonlypersonwithwhomhewasabletohavecontactforalongtimewasPrudencioAguilar.Almostpulverizedatthattimebythedecrepitudeofdeath,PrudencioAguilarwouldcometwiceadaytochatwithhim.Theytalkedaboutfightingcocks.Theypromisedeachothertosetupabreedingfarmformagnificentbirds,notsomuchtoenjoytheirvictories,whichtheywouldnotneedthen,astohavesomethingtodoonthetediousSundaysofdeath.ItwasPrudencioAguilarwhocleanedhimfedhimandbroughthimsplendidnewsofanunknownpersoncalledAurelianowhowasacolonelinthewar.Whenhewasalone,JoséArcadioBuendíaconsoledhimselfwiththedreamtheinfiniterooms.Hedreamedthathewasgettingoutofbed,openingthedoorandgoingintoanidenticalroomwiththesamebedwithawrought-ironhead,thesamewickerchair,andthesamesmallpictureoftheVirginofHelponthebackwall.Fromthatroomhewouldgointoanotherthatwasjustthesame,thedoorofwhichwouldopenintoanotherthatwasjustthesame,thedoorofwhichwouldopenintoanotheronejustthesame,andthenintoanotexactlyalike,soontoinfinity.Helikedtogofromroomtoroom.Asinagalleryparallelmirrors,untilPrudencioAguilarwouldtouchhimontheshoulder
