Сто лет одиночества

           Thatnight,astheyheldawakeoverthecorpseinthecockpit,JoseArcadioBuendfawentintothebedroomashiswifewasputtingonherchastitypants.Pointingthespearatherheordered:"Takethemoff."Orsulahadnodoubtaboutherhusband’sdecision."You’llberesponsibleforwhathappens,"shemurmured.JoseArcadioBuendfastuckthespearintothedirtfloor.

           "Ifyoubeariguanas,we’llraiseiguanas,"hesaid."Butthere’llbenomorekillingsinthistownbecauseofyou."ItwasafineJunenight,coolandwithamoon,andtheywereawakeandfrolickinginbeduntildawn,indifferenttothebreezethatpassedthroughthebedroom,loadedwiththeweepingofPrudencioAguilar’skin.Thematterwasputdownasaduelofhonor,butbothofthemwereleftwithatwingeintheirconscience.Onenight,whenshecouldnotsleep,

           OrsulawentoutintothecourtyardtogetsomewaterandshesawPrudencioAguilarbythewaterjar.Hewaslivid,asadexpressiononhisface,tryingtocovertheholeinhisthroatwithaplugmadeofespartograss.Itdidnotbringonfearinher,butpity.Shewentbacktotheroomandtoldherhusbandwhatshehadseen,buthedidnotthinkmuchofit."Thisjustmeansthatwecan’tstandtheweightofourconscience."TwonightslaterOrsulasawPrudencioAguilaragain,inthebathroom,usingtheespartoplugtowashtheclottedbloodfromhisthroat.Onanothernightshesawhimstrollingintherain.JoseArcadioBuendfa,annoyedbyhiswife’shallucinations,wentoutintothecourtyardarmedwiththespear.Therewasthedeadmanwithhissadexpression.

           "Yougotohell,"JoseArcadioBuendfashoutedathim."Justasmanytimesasyoucomeback,I’llkillyouagain."