百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第15章Part6

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第15章Part6  

“When the rain stops
?he said. “As long as the rain lasts we’re suspending all activities.?
It had not rained for three months and there had been a drought. But when Mr. Brown announced his decision a torrential downpour spread over the whole banana region. It was the one that caught Jos?Arcadio Segundo on his way to Macondo. A week later it was still raining. The official version
repeated a thousand times and mangled out all over the country by every means of munication the government found at hand
was finally accepted: there were no dead
the satisfied workers had gone back to their families
and the banana pany was suspending all activity until the rains stopped. Martial law continued with an eye to the necessity of taking emergency measures for the public disaster of the endless downpour
but the troops were confined to quarters. During the day the soldiers walked through the torrents in the streets with their pant legs rolled up
playing with boats with the children. At night after taps
they knocked doors down with their rifle butts
hauled suspects out of their beds
and took them offon trips from which there was no return. The search for and extermination of the hoodlums
murderers
arsonists
and rebels of Decree No. 4 was still going on
but the military denied it even to the relatives of the victims who crowded the mandant’s offices in search of news. “You must have been dreaming
?the officers insisted. “Nothing has happened in Macondo
nothing has ever happened
and nothing ever will happen. “This is a happy town.?In that way they were finally able to wipe out the union leaders.
The only survivor was Jos?Arcadio Segundo. One February night the unmistakable blows of rifle butts were heard at the door. Aureliano Segundo
who was still waiting for it to clear
opened the door to six soldiers under the mand of an officer. Soaking from the rain
without saying a word
they searched the house room by room
closet by closet
from parlor to pantry. ?rsula woke up when they turned on the light in her room and she did not breathe while the march went on but held her fingers in the shape of a cross
pointing them to where the soldiers were moving about. Santa Sofía de la Piedad managed to warn Jos?Arcadio Segundo
who was sleeping in Melquíades?room
but he could see that it was too late to try to escape. So Santa Sofía de la Piedad locked the door again and he put on his shirt and his shoes and sat down on the cot to wait for them. At that moment they were searching the gold workshop. The officer made them open the padlock and with a quick sweep of his lantern he saw the workbench and the glass cupboard with bottles of acid and instruments that were still where their owner had left them and he seemed to understand that no one lived in that room. He wisely asked Aureliano Segundo if he was a silversmith
however
and the latter explained to him that it had been Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s workshop. “Oho
?the officer said
turned on the lights
and ordered such a minute search that they did not miss the eighteen little gold fishes that had not been melted down and that were hidden behind the bottles Is their tin can. The officer examined them one by one on the workbench and then he turned human. “I’d like to take one
if I may
?he said. “At one time they were a mark of subversion
but now they’re relics.?He was young
almost an adolescent
with no sign of timidity and with a natural pleasant manner that had not shown itself until then. Aureliano Segundo gave him the little fish. The officer put it in his shirt pocket with a childlike glow in his eyes and he put the others back in the can and set it back where it had been.
“It’s a wonderful memento
?he said. “Colonel Aureliano Buendía was one of our greatest men.?