Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 3
Sittinginherrockerinacornerofthekitchen,Rebecadreamedthatamanwholookedverymuchlikeher,dressedinwhitelinenandwithhisshirtcollarclosedbyagoldbutton,wasbringingherabouquetofroses.Hewasaccompaniedbyawomandelicatehandswhotookoutoneroseputitinthechild’shair.úrsulaunderstoodthatthemanandwomanwereRebeca’sparents,buteventhoughshemadeagreatefforttorecognizethem,sheconfirmedhercertaintythatshehadneverseenthem.Inthemeantime,throughanoversightthatJoséArcadioBuendíaneverforgavehimselffor,thecandyanimalsmadeinthehousewerestillbeingsoldinthetown.Childrenandadultssuckedwithdelightonthedeliciouslittlegreenroostersofinsomnia,theexquisitepinkfishofinsomnia,andthetenderyellowponiesinsomnia,sothatdawnonMondayfoundthewholetownawake.Noonewasalarmedatfirst.Onthecontrary,theywerehappyatnotsleepingbecausetherewassomuchtodoinMacondointhosedaysthattherewasbarelyenoughtime.Theyworkedsohardthatsoontheyhadnothingelsetodoandtheycouldbefoundatthreeo’clockinthemorningwiththeirarmscrossed,countingthenotesinthewaltzoftheclock.Thosewhowantedtosleep,notfromfatiguebutbecauseofthenostalgiafordreams,triedallkindsofmethodsofexhaustingthemselves.
