Сто лет одиночества

           Heknewthetheoreticalmechanicsoflove,buthecouldnotstayonhisfeetbecauseoftheweaknessofhisknees,andalthoughhehadgoosepimplesonhisburningskinhecouldnotresisttheurgentneedtoexpeltheweightofhisbowels.Whenthegirlfinishedfixingupthebedandtoldhimtogetundressed,hegaveheraconfusedexplanation:"Theymademecomein.Theytoldmetothrowtwentycentsintothehopperandhurryup."Thegirlunderstoodhisconfusion."Ifyouthrowintwentycentsmorewhenyougoout,youcanstayalittlelonger,"shesaidsoftly.Aurelianogotundressed,tormentedbyshame,unabletogetridtheideathat-hisnakednesscouldnotstandcomparisonwiththatofhisbrother.Inspiteofthegirl’seffortshefeltmoreandmoreindifferentandterriblyalone."I’llthrowinothertwentycents,"hesaidwithadesolatevoice.Thegirlthankedhiminsilence.Herbackwasraw.Herskinwasstucktoherribsandherbreathingwasforcedbecauseofanimmeasurableexhaustion.Twoyearsbefore,farawayfromthere,shehadfallenasleepwithoutputtingoutthecandleandhadawakenedsurroundedbyflames.Thehousewhereshelivedwiththegrand-motherwhohadraisedherwasreducedtoashes.Sincethenhergrandmothercarriedherfromtowntotown,puttinghertobedfortwentycentsinordertomakeupthevalueoftheburnedhouse.