Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 4
HewouldspendwholehourswithRebecaintheparlorlisteningtothemusiconthepianola.ShewaslisteningtoitbecauseitwasthemusicwithwhichPietroCrespihadtaughtthemhowtodance.Aurelianolistenedtoitsimplybecauseeverything,evenmusic,remindedhimofRemedios.
ThehousebecamefulloflovesAurelianoexpresseditinpoetrythathadnobeginningorend.HewouldwriteitontheharshpiecesofparchmentthatMelquíadesgavehim,onthebathroomwalls,ontheskinofhisarms,andinallofitRemedioswouldappeartransfigured:Remediosinthesoporificairtwointheafternoon,Remediosinthesoftbreathoftheroses,Remediosinthewater-clocksecretsofthemoths,Remediosinthesteamingmorningbread,RemedioseverywhereandRemediosforever.Rebecawaitedforherloveatfourintheafternoon,embroideringbythewindow.Sheknewthatthemailman’smulearrivedonlyeverytwoweeks,butshealwayswaitedforhim,convincedthathewasgoingtoarriveonsomeotherdaybymistake.Ithappenedquitetheopposite:oncethemuledidnotcomeontheusualday.Maddesperation,Rebecagotupinthemiddleofthenightandatehandfulsofearthinthegardenwithasuicidaldrive,weepingwithpainandfury,chewingtenderearthwormsandchippingherteethonsnailshells.Shevomiteduntildawn.Shefellintoastateoffeverishprostration,lostconsciousness,andherheartwentintoashamelessdelirium.
