Сто лет одиночества

           Afterseveraldaysoflistening,withtheirearsagainstthewalls,theyperceivedthedeepcloccloc.Theypenetratedthewallandtherewerethebonesintheintactbag.TheyburieditthesamedayinagravewithoutastonenexttothatofMelquíades,andJoséArcadioBuendíareturnedhomefreeofaburdenthatforamomenthadweighedonhisconscienceasmuchasthememoryofPrudencioAguilar.WhenhewentthroughthekitchenhekissedRebecaontheforehead.

           ThefriendshipwithRebecaopeneduptoPilarTernerathedoorsofthehouse,closedbyúrsulasincethebirthofArcadio.Shewouldarriveatanyhouroftheday,likeaflockofgoats,andwouldunleashherfeverishenergyinthehardesttasks.SometimesshewouldgointotheworkshopandhelpArcadiosensitizethedaguerreotypeplateswithanefficiencyandatendernessthatendedupbyconfusinghim.Thatwomanbotheredhim.Thetanofherskin,hersmellofsmoke,thedisorderofherlaughterinthedarkroomdistractedhisattentionandmadehimbumpintothings.

           OnacertainoccasionAurelianowasthereworkingonhissilver,andPilarTerneraleanedoverthetabletoadmirehislaboriouspatience.Suddenlyithappened.AurelianomadesurethatArcadiowasinthedarkroombeforeraisinghiseyesandmeetingthosePilarTernera,whosethoughtwasperfectlyvisible,asifexposedtothelightofnoon.

           "Well,"Aurelianosaid."Tellmewhatitis."

           PilarTernerabitherlipswithasadsmile.

           "Thatyou’dbegoodinawar,"shesaid."Whereyouputyoureye,youputyourbullet."