百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 10

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 10  

Without changing his expression
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía signed the first copy. He had not finished signing the last one when a rebel colonel appeared in the doorway leading a mule carrying o chests. In spite of his entire youth he had a dry look and a patient expression. He was the treasurer of the revolution in the Macon-do region. He had made a difficult journey of six days
pulling along the mule
who was dying of hunger
in order to arrive at the armistice on time. With an exasperating parsimony he took down the chests
opened them
and placed on the table
one by one
seventy-o gold bricks
Everyone had fotten about the existence of that fortune. In the disorder of the past year
when the central mand fell apart and the revolution degenerated into a bloody rivalry of leaders
it was impossible to determine any responsibility. The gold of the revolution
melted into blocks that were then covered with baked clay
was beyond all control. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had the seventy-o gold bricks included in the inventory of surrender and closed the ceremony without allowing any speeches. The filthy adolescent stood opposite him
looking into his eyes with his own calm
syrup-colored eyes.
"Something else?" Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía asked him.
The young colonel tightened his mouth.
"The receipt
" he said.
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía wrote it out in his own hand. Then he had a glass of lemonade and a piece of biscuit that the novices were passing around and retired to a field tent which had been prepared for him in case he wished to rest. There he took off his shirt
sat on the edge of the cot
and at three-fifteen in the afternoon took his pistol and shot himself in the iodine circle that his personal physician had painted on his chest. At that moment in Macon-do úrsula took the cover off the pot of milk on the stove
wondering why it was taking so long to boil
and found it full of worms.
"They've killed Aureli-ano
" she exclaimed.
She looked toward the courtyard
obeying a habit of her solitude
and then she saw José Arcadio Buendía
soaking wet and sad in the rain and much older than when he had died. "They shot him in the back
" úrsula said more precisely
"and no one was charitable enough to close his eyes."
At dusk through her tears she saw the swift and luminous disks that crossed the sky like an exhalation and she thought that it was a signal of death. She was still under the chestnut tree
sobbing at her husband's knees
when they brought in Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía
wrapped in a blanket that was stiff with dry blood and with his eyes open in rage.