Сто лет одиночества

           ThatnightPilarTerneraputarnicacompressesontheswelling,feelingaboutforthebottleandcottoninthedark,andshedideverythingshewantedwithhimaslongasitdidnotbotherhim,makinganefforttolovehimwithouthurtinghim.Theyreachedsuchastateofintimacythatlater,withoutrealizingit,theywerewhisperingtoeachother.

           "Iwanttobealonewithyou,"hesaid."OneofthesedaysI’mgoingtotelleverybodyandwecanstopallofthissneakingaround."Shedidnottrytocalmhimdown.

           "Thatwouldbefine,"shesaid"Ifwe’realone,we’llleavethelamplightedsothatwecanseeeachother,andIcanhollerasmuchasIwantwithoutanybody’shavingtobuttin,andyoucanwhisperinmyearanycrapyoucanthinkof."

           Thatconversation,thebitingrancorthathefeltagainsthisfather,andtheimminentpossibilityofwildloveinspiredaserenecourageinhim.Inaspontaneousway,withoutanypreparation,hetoldeverythingtohisbrother.

           AtfirstyoungAurelianounderstoodonlytherisk,theimmensepossibilityofdangerthathisbrother’sadventuresimplied,andhecouldnotunderstandthefascinationofthesubject.Littlebylittlehebecamecontaminatedwiththeanxiety.Hewonderedaboutthedetailsofthedangers,heidentifiedhimselfwiththesufferingandenjoymentofhisbrother,hefeltfrightenedandhappy.Hewouldstayawakewaitingforhimuntildawninthesolitarybedthatseemedtohaveabottomoflivecoals,andtheywouldkeepontalkinguntilitwastimetogetup,sothatbothofthemsoonsufferedfromthesamedrowsiness,feltthesamelackofinterestinalchemyandthewisdomoftheirfather,andtheytookrefugeinsolitude.