Сто лет одиночества

           Maddenedbythatprodigiousplaything,JoseArcadiofollowedherpatheverynightthroughthelabyrinthoftheroom.Onacertainoccasionhefoundthedoorbarred,andheknockedseveraltimes,knowingthatifhehadtheboldnesstoknockthefirsttimehewouldhavehadtoknockuntilthelast,andafteraninterminablewaitsheopenedthedoorforhim.Duringtheday,lyingdowntodream,hewouldsecretlyenjoythememoriesofthenightbefore.Butwhenshecameintothehouse,merry,indifferent,chatty,hedidnothavetomakeanyefforttohidehistension,becausethatwoman,whoseexplosivelaughfrightenedoffthedoves,hadnothingtodowiththeinvisiblepowerthattaughthimhowtobreathefromwithinandcontrolhisheartbeats,andthathadpermittedhimtounderstandwhymanareafraidofdeath.HewassowrappedupinhimselfthathedidnotevenunderstandthejoyofeveryonewhenhisfatherandhisbrotherarousedthehouseholdwiththenewsthattheyhadsucceededinpenetratingthemetallicdebrisandhadseparatedOrsula’sgold.

           Theyhadsucceeded,asamatteroffact,afterputtingincomplicatedandperseveringdaysatit.Orsulawashappy,andsheevengavethankstoGodfortheinventionofalchemy,whilethepeopleofthevillagecrushedintothelaboratory,andtheyservedthemguavajellyoncrackerstocelebratethewonder,andJoseArcadioBuendfaletthemseethecruciblewiththerecoveredgold,asifhehadjustinventedit.Showingitallaround,heendedupinfrontofhisolderson,whoduringthepastfewdayshadbarelyputinanappearanceinthelaboratory.Heputthedryandyellowishmassinfrontofhiseyesandaskedhim:"Whatdoesitlookliketoyou?"JoseArcadioansweredsincerely:"Dogshit."

           Hisfathergavehimablowwiththebackofhishandthatbroughtoutbloodandtears.