Сто лет одиночества

           Assoonasthemencamein,beforebeingintroduced,theygavethemchairstositon.Buttheybothremainedstanding.

           "Verywell,myfriend,"JoséArcadioBuendíasaid,"youmaystayhere,notbecauseyouhavethosebanditswithshotgunsatthedoor,butoutofconsiderationforyourwifeanddaughters."

           DonApolinarMoscotewasupset,butJoséArcadioBuendíadidnotgivehimtimetoreply."Weonlymaketwoconditions,"hewenton."Thefirst:thateveryonecanpainthishousethecolorhefeelslike.Thesecond:thatthesoldiersleaveatonce.Wewillguaranteeorderforyou."Themagistrateraisedhisrighthandwithallthefingersextended.

           "Yourwordofhonor?"

           "Thewordofyourenemy,"JoséArcadioBuendíasaid.Andheaddedinabittertone:"BecauseImusttellyouonething:youandIarestillenemies."

           Thesoldiersleftthatsameafternoon.AfewdayslaterJoséArcadioBuendíafoundahouseforthemagistrate’sfamily.EverybodywasatpeaceexceptAureliano.TheimageofRemedios,themagistrate’syoungerdaughter,who,becauseofherage,couldhavebeenhisdaughter,keptpaininghiminsomepartofhisbody.Itwasaphysicalsensationthatalmostbotheredhimwhenhewalked,likeapebbleinhisshoe.