百年孤独是什么文学的代表作 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第13章Part7

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第13章Part7  

His friends left him at the house thinking that they had helped him fulfill his promise to his wife not to die in his concubine's bed. Petra Cotes had shined his patent leather boots that he wanted to wear in his coffin
and she was already looking for someone to take them when they came to tell her that Aureli-ano Segun-do was out of danger. He did recover
indeed
in less than a week
and o weeks later he was celebrating the fact of his survival with unprecedented festivities. He continued living at Petra Cotes's but he would visit Fernanda every day and sometimes he would stay to eat with the family
as if fate had reversed the situation and had made him the husband of his concubine and the lover of his wife.
It was a rest for Fernanda. During the boredom of her abandonment her only distractions were the clavichord lessons at siesta time and the letters from her children. In the detailed messages that she sent them every o weeks there was not a single line of truth. She hid her troubles from them. She hid from them the sadness of a house which
in spite of the light on the begonias
in spite of the heaviness at o in the afternoon
in spite of the frequent waves of festivals that came in from the street was more and more like the colonial mansion of her parents. Fernanda would wander alone among the three living ghosts and the dead ghost of José Arcadio Buendía
who at times would e to sit down with an inquisitive attention in the halflight of the parlor while she was playing the clavichord. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía was a shadow. Since the last time that he had gone out into the street to propose a war without any future to Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez
he left the workshop only to urinate under the chestnut tree. He did not receive any visits except that of the barber every three weeks
He fed on anything that úrsula brought him once a day
and even though he kept on making little gold fishes with the same passion as before
he stopped selling them when he found out that people were buying them not as pieces of jewelry but as historic relics. He made a bonfire in the courtyard of the dolls of Remedios which had decorated
their bedroom since their wedding. The watchful úrsula realized what her son was doing but she could not stop him.
"You have a heart of stone
" she told him.
"It's not a question of a heart
" he said. "The room's getting full of moths."