百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第15章Part5

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第15章Part5  

The people in front had already done so
swept down by the wave of bullets. The survivors
instead of getting down
tried to go back to the small square
and the panic became a dragon’s tail as one pact wave ran against another which was moving in the opposite direction
toward the other dragon’s tail In the street across the way
where the machine guns were also firing without cease. They were Penned in. swirling about in a gigantic whirlwind that little by little was being reduced to its epicenter as the edges were systematically being cut off all around like an onion being peeled by the insatiable and methodical shears of the machine guns. The child saw a woman kneeling with her arms in the shape of a cross in an open space
mysteriously free of the stampede. Jos?Arcadio Segundo put him up there at the moment he fell with his face bathed in blood
before the colossal troop wiped out the empty space
the kneeling woman
the light of the high
drought-stricken sky
and the whorish world where ?rsula Iguarán had sold so many little candy animals.
When Jos?Arcadio Segundo came to he was lying face up in the darkness. He realized that he was riding on an endless and silent train and that his head was caked with dry blood and that all his bones ached. He felt an intolerable desire to sleep. Prepared to sleep for many hours
safe from the terror and the horror
he made himself fortable on the side that pained him less
and only then did he discover that he was lying against dead people. There was no free space in the car except for an aisle in the middle. Several hours must have passed since the massacre because the corpses had the same temperature as a plaster in autumn and the same consistency of petrified foam that it had
and those who had put them in the car had had time to pile them up in the same way in which they transported bunches of bananas. Trying to flee from the nigare
Jos?Arcadio Segundo dragged himself from one car to an other in the direction in which the train was heading
and in the flashes of light that broke through the woodenslats as they went through sleeping towns he saw the man corpses
woman corpses
child corpses who would be thrown into the sea like rejected bananas. He recognized only a woman who sold drinks in the square and Colonel Gavilán
who still held wrapped in his hand the belt with a buckle of Morelia silver with which he had tried to open his way through the panic. When he got to the first car he jumped into the darkness and lay beside the tracks until the train had passed. It was the longest one he had ever seen
with almost o hundred freight cars and a lootive at either end and a third one in the middle. It had no lights
not even the red and green running lights
and it slipped off with a nocturnal and stealthy velocity. On top of the cars there could be seen the dark shapes of the soldiers with their emplaced machine guns.
After midnight a torrential cloudburst came up. Jos?Arcadio Segundo did not know where it was that he had jumped off
but he knew that by going in the opposite direction to that of the train he would reach Macondo. After walking for more than three hours
soaked to the skin
with a terrible headache
he was able to make out the first houses in the light of dawn. Attracted by the smell of coffee
he went into a kitchen where a woman with a child in her arms was leaning over the stove.
“Hello
?he said
exhausted. “I’m Jos?Arcadio Segundo Buendía.?
He pronounced his whole name
letter by letter
in order to convince her that he was alive. He was wise in doing so
because the woman had thought that he was an apparition as she saw the dirty
shadowy figure with his head and clothing dirty with blood and touched with the solemnity of death e through the door. She recognized him. She brought him a blanket so that he could wrap himself up while his clothes dried by the fire
she warmed some water to wash his wound
which was only a flesh wound
and she gave him a clean diaper to bandage his head. Then she gave him a mug of coffee without sugar as she had been told the Buendías drank it
and she spread his clothing out near the fire.
Jos?Arcadio Segundo did not speak until he had finished drinking his coffee.
“There must have been three thousand of them?he murmured.
"What?"
“The dead
?he clarified. “It must have been an of the people who were at the station.?
The woman measured him with a pitying look. “There haven’t been any dead here
?she said. “Since the time of your uncle
the colonel
nothing has happened in Macondo.?In the three kitchens where Jos?Arcadio Segundo stopped before reaching home they told him the same thing. “There weren’t any dead. He went through the small square by the station and he saw the fritter stands piled one on top of the other and he could find no trace of the massacre. The streets were deserted under the persistent rain and the houses locked up with no trace of life inside. The only human note was the first tolling of the bells for mass. He knocked at the door at Colonel Gavilán’s house. A pregnant woman whom he had seen several times closed the door in his face. “He left
?she said
frightened. “He went back to his own country.?The main entrance to the wire chicken coop was guarded as always by o local policemen who looked as if they were made of stone under the rain
with raincoats and rubber boots. On their marginal street the West Indian Negroes were singing Saturday psalms. Jos?Arcadio Segundo jumped over the courtyard wall and entered the house through the kitchen. Santa Sofía de la Piedad barely raised her voice. “Don’t let Fernanda see you
?she said. “She’s just getting up.?As if she were fulfilling an implicit pact
she took her son to the “chamberpot room.?arranged Melquíades?broken-down cot for him and at o in the afternoon
while Fernanda was taking her siesta
she passed a plate of food in to him through the window.
Aureliano Segundo had slept at home because the rain had caught him time and at three in the afternoon he was still waiting for it to clear. Informed in secret by Santa Sofía de la Piedad
he visited his brother in Melquíades?room at that time. He did not believe the version of the massacre or the nigare trip of the train loaded with corpses traveling toward the sea either. The night before he had read an extraordinary proclamation to the nation which said that the workers had left the station and had returned home in peaceful groups. The proclamation also stated that the union leaders
with great patriotic spirit
had reduced their demands to o points: a reform of medical services and the building of latrines in the living quarters. It was stated later that when the military authorities obtained the agreement with the workers
they hastened to tell Mr. Brown and he not only accepted the new conditions but offered to pay for three days of public festivities to celebrate the end of the conflict. Exceptthat when the military asked him on what date they could announce the signing of the agreement
he looked out the window at the sky crossed with lightning flashes and made a profound gesture of doubt.