Сто лет одиночества

           Onemorning,withoutopeningthedoor,withoutcallinganyonetowitnessthemiracle,heplacedthefirstrollinthepianolaandthetormentinghammeringandtheconstantnoiseofwoodenlathingsceasedinasilencethatwasstartledattheorderandneatnessofthemusic.Theyallrantotheparlor.JoséArcadioBuendíawasasifstruckbylightning,notbecauseofthebeautyofthemelody,butbecauseoftheautomaticworkingofthekeysofthepianola,andhesetupMelquíades’camerawiththehopeofgettingadaguerreotypeoftheinvisibleplayer.ThatdaytheItalianhadlunchthem.RebecaandAmaranta,servingthetable,wereintimidatedbythewayinwhichtheangelicmanwithpaleandringlesshandsmanipulatedtheutensils.Inthelivingroom,nexttotheparlor,PietroCrespitaughtthemhowtodance.Heshowedthemthestepswithouttouchingthem,keepingtimewithametronome,underthefriendlyeyeofúrsula,whodidnotleavetheroomforamomentwhileherdaughtershadtheirlesson.PietroCrespiworespecialpantsonthosedays,veryelasticandtight,dancingslippers,"Youdon’thavetoworrysomuch,"JoséArcadioBuendíatoldher."Theman’safairy."ButshedidnotleaveoffhervigilanceuntiltheapprenticeshipwasoverandtheItalianleftMacondo.Thentheybegantoorganizetheparty.úrsuladrewupastrictguestlist,inwhichtheonlyonesinvitedwerethedescendantsthefounders,exceptforthefamilyofPilarTernera,whobythenhadhadtwomorechildrenbyunknownfathers.