世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第5章Part 4

A greater obstacle, as impassable as it was unforeseen, obliged a new and indefinite postponement. One week before the date set for the wedding, little Remedios woke up in the middle of the night soaked in a hot broth which had exploded in her insides with a kind of tearing belch, and she died three days later, poisoned by her own blood, with a pair of twins crossed in her stomach. Amarante suffered a crisis of conscience. She had begged God with such fervor for something fearful to happen so that she would not have to poison Rebeca that she felt guilty of Remedios' death. That was not the obstacle that she had begged for so much. Remedios had brought a breath of merriment to the house. She had settled down with her husband in a room near the workshop, which she decorated with the dolls and toys of her recent childhood, and her merry vitality overflowed the four walls of the bedroom and went like a whirlwind of good health along the porch with the begonias: She would start singing at dawn. She was the only person who dared intervene in the arguments between Rebeca and Amaranta. She plunged into the fatiguing chore of taking care of José Arcadio Buendía. She would bring him his food, she would help him with his daily necessities, wash him with soap and a scrubbing brush, keep his hair and beard free of lice and nits, keep the palm shelter in good condition and reinforce it with waterproof canvas in stormy weather. In her last months she had succeeded in communicating with him in phrases of rudimentary Latin. When the son of Aureliano and Pilar Ternera was born and brought to the house and baptized in an intimate ceremony with the name Aureliano José, Remedios decided that he would be considered their oldest child. Her maternal instinct surprised úrsula. Aureliano, for his part, found in her the justification that he needed to live. He worked all day in his workshop and Remedios would bring him a cup of black coffee in the middle of the morning. They would both visit the Moscotes every night. Aureliano would play endless games of dominoes with his father-in-law while Remedios chatted with her sisters or talked to her mother about more important things. The link with the Buendías consolidated Don Apolinar Moscote's authority in the town. On frequent trips to the capital of the province he succeeded in getting the government to build a school so that Arcadio, who had inherited the educational enthusiasm of his grandfather, could take charge of it. Through persuasion he managed to get the majority of houses painted blue in time for the date of national independence. At the urging of Father Nicanor, he arranged for the transfer of Catarino's store to a back street and he closed down several scandalous establishments that prospered in the center of town. Once he returned with six policemen armed with rifles to whom he entrusted the maintenance of order, and no one remembered the original agreement not to have armed men in the town. Aureliano enjoyed his father-in-law's efficiency. "You're going to get as fat as he is,"his friends would say to him. But his sedentary life, which accentuated his cheekbones and concentrated the sparkle of his eyes, did not increase his weight or alter the parsimony of his character, but, on the contrary, it hardened on his lips the straight line of solitary meditation and implacable decision. So deep was the affection that he and his wife had succeeded in arousing in both their families that when Remedios announced that she was going to have a child. even Rebeca and Amaranta declared a truce in order to knit items in blue wool if it was to be a boy and in pink wool in case it was a girl. She was the last person Arcadio thought about a few years later when he faced the firing squad.
úrsula ordered a mourning period of closed doors and windows, with no one entering or leaving except on matters of utmost necessity. She prohibited any talking aloud for a year and she put Remedios' daguerreotype in the place where her body had been laid out, with a black ribbon around it and an oil lamp that was always kept lighted. Future generations, who never let the lamp go out, would be puzzled at that girl in a pleated skirt, white boots, and with an organdy band around her head, and they were never able to connect her with the standard image of a great-grandmother. Amaranta took charge of Aureliano José. She adopted him as a son who would share her solitude and relieve her from the involutary laudanum that her mad beseeching had thrown into Remedios' coffee. Pietro Crespi would tiptoe in at dusk, with a black ribbon on his hat, and he would pay a silent visit to Rebeca, who seemed to be bleeding to death inside the black dress with sleeves down to her wrists. Just the idea of thinking about a new date for the wedding would have been so irreverent that the engagement turned into an eternal relationship, a fatigued love that no one worried about again, as if the lovers, who in other days had sabotaged the lamps in order to kiss, had been abandoned to the free will of death. Having lost her bearings, completely demoralized, Rebeca began eating earth again.
Suddenly-when the mourning had gone on so long that the needlepoint sessions began again-someone pushed open the street door at two in the afternoon in the mortal silence of the heat and the braces in the foundation shook with such force that Amaranta and her friends sewing on the porch, Rebeca sucking her finger in her bedroom, úrsula in the kitchen, Aureliano in the workshop, and even José Arcadio Buendía under the solitary chestnut tree had the impression that an earthquake was breaking up the house. A huge man had arrived. His square shoulders barely fitted through the doorways. He was wearing a medal of Our Lady of Help around his bison neck, his arms and chest were completely covered with cryptic tattooing, and on his right wrist was the tight copper bracelet of the ni?osen-cruz amulet. His skin was tanned by the salt of the open air, his hair was short and straight like the mane of a mule, his jaws were of iron, and he wore a sad smile. He had a belt on that was twice as thick as the cinch of a horse, boots with leggings and spurs and iron on the heels, and his presence gave the quaking impression of a seismic tremor. He went through the parlor and the living room, carrying some half-worn saddlebags in his hand, and he appeared like a thunderclap on the porch with the begonias where Amaranta and her friends were paralyzed, their needles in the air. "Hello," he said to them in a tired voice, threw the saddlebags on a worktable, and went by on his way to the back of the house. "Hello," he said to the startled Rebecca, who saw him pass by the door of her bedroom. "Hello," he said to Aureliano, who was at his silversmith's bench with all five senses alert. He did not linger with anyone. He went directly to the kitchen and there he stopped for the first time at the end of a trip that had begun of the other side of the world. "Hello," he said. úrsula stood for a fraction of a second with her mouth open, looked into his eyes, gave a cry, and flung her arms around his neck, shouting and weeping with joy. It was José Arcadio. He was returning as poor as when he had left, to such an extreme that úrsula had to give him two pesos to pay for the rental of his horse. He spoke a Spanish that was larded with sailor slang. They asked where he had been and he answered: "Out there." He hung his hammock in the room they assigned him and slept for three days. When he woke up, after eating sixteen raw eggs, he went directly to Catarino's store, where his monumental size provoked a panic of curiosity among the women. He called for music and cane liquor for everyone, to be put on his bill. He would Indian-wrestle with five men at the same time. "It can't be done," they said, convinced that they would not be able to move his arm. "He has ni?os-en-cruz." Catarino, who did not believe in magical tricks of strength, bet him twelve pesos that he could not move the counter. José Arcadio pulled it out of its place, lifted it over his head, and put it in the street. It took eleven men to put it back. In the heat of the party he exhibited his unusual masculinity on the bar, completely covered with tattoos of words in several languages intertwined in blue and red. To the women who were besieging him and coveting him he put the question as to who would pay the most. The one who had the most money offered him twenty pesos. Then he proposed raffling himself off among them at ten pesos a chance. It was a fantastic price because the most sought-after woman earned eight pesos a night, but they all accepted. They wrote their names on fourteen pieces of paper which they put into a hat and each woman took one out. When there were only two pieces left to draw, it was established to whom they belonged.

然而，新的障礙是那麼不可預料、難以克服，婚禮又無限期地推遲了。在雷貝卡和皮埃特羅·克列斯比的婚期之前七天，年輕的雷麥黛絲半夜醒來，渾身被內臟裏排出的屎尿溼透，還發出一種打嗝似的聲音，三天以後就血中毒死了，——有一對雙胞胎橫梗在她肚子裏。阿瑪蘭塔受到良心的譴責。她曾熱烈祈求上帝降下什麼災難，免得她向雷貝卡下毒，現在她對雷麥黛絲之死感到自己有罪了。她祈求的並不是這樣的災難。雷麥黛絲給家裏帶來了快活的氣氛。她跟丈夫住在作坊旁邊的房間裏，給整個臥室裝飾了不久之前童年時代的木偶和玩具，可是她的歡樂溢出了臥室的四壁，象有益健康的和風拂過秋海棠長廊。太陽一出，她就唱歌。家中只有她一個人敢於干預雷貝卡和阿瑪蘭塔之間的紛爭。爲了照拂霍·阿·布恩蒂亞，她承擔了不輕的勞動。她送吃的給他，拿肥皂和刷子給他擦擦洗洗，注意他的頭髮和鬍子裏不止蝨子和蝨卵，保持棕櫚棚的良好狀態，遇到雷雨天氣，還給棕櫚棚遮上一塊不透水的帆布。在生前的最後幾個月裏，她學會了用粗淺的拉丁語跟霍·阿·布恩蒂亞談話。奧雷連諾和皮拉·苔列娜的孩子出世以後，給領到了家裏，在家庭儀式上命名爲奧雷連諾·霍塞，雷麥黛絲決定把他認做自己的大兒子。她做母親的本能使得烏蘇娜吃驚。奧雷連諾在個活上更是需要雷麥黛絲的。他整天在作坊裏幹活，雷麥黛絲每天早晨部給他送去一杯黑咖啡。每天晚上，他倆都去摩斯柯特家裏。奧雷連諾和岳父沒完沒了地玩多米諾骨牌，雷麥黛絲就跟姐姐們聊夭，或者跟母親一起議論大人的事。跟布恩蒂亞家的親戚關係，鞏固了阿·摩斯柯特在馬孔多的威望。他經常去省城，已經說服政府當局在馬孔多開辦一所學校，由繼承了祖父教育熱情的阿卡蒂奧管理。爲了慶祝國家獨立節，阿·摩斯柯特先生通過說服使得大部分房屋都刷成了藍色。根據尼康諾神父的堅決要求，他命令卡塔林諾遊藝場遷到偏僻的街道，並且關閉小鎮中心區另外幾個花天酒地的場所。有一次，阿·摩斯柯特先生從省城回來，帶來了六名持槍的警察，由他們維持社會秩序，甚至誰也沒有想起馬孔多不留武裝人員的最初的協議了。奧雷連諾歡喜岳父的活力。“你會變得象他那麼肥胖，‘——朋友們向他說。可是，由於經常坐在作坊裏，他只是顴骨比較凸出，眼神比較集中，體重卻沒增加，拘謹的性格也沒改變；恰恰相反，嘴邊比較明顯地出現了筆直的線條——獨立思考和堅強決心的徵象。奧雷連諾和他的妻子都得到了兩家的深愛，所以，當雷麥黛絲說她將有孩子的時候，甚至阿瑪蘭塔和雷貝卡都暫時停止了扯皮，爲孩子加緊編織兩種顏色的毛線衣：藍色的——如果生下的是男孩；粉紅色的——如果生下的是女孩。幾年以後，奧雷連諾站在行刑隊面前的時候，想到的最後一個人就是雷麥黛絲。
烏蘇娜宣佈了嚴格的喪事，關閉了所有的門窗，如果沒有極端的必要，決不允許任何人進出屋子；在一年之中，她禁止大家高聲說話；殯喪日停放棺材的地方，牆上掛了雷麥黛絲的廂片，照片周圍加了黑色緞帶，下面放了一盞長明燈。布恩蒂亞的後代一直是讓長明燈永不熄滅的，他們看見這個姑娘的照片就感到杌隍不安；這姑娘身着百褶裙，頭戴蟬翼紗花巾，腳上穿了一雙白皮鞋，子孫們簡直無法把照片上的姑娘跟“曾祖母”本來的形象聯繫起來。阿瑪蘭塔自動收養了奧雷連諾·霍塞。她希望拿他當兒子，分擔她的孤獨，減輕她的痛苦，因爲她把瘋狂弄來的鴉片酊偶然放到雷麥黛絲的咖啡裏了。每天晚上，皮埃特羅·克列斯比都在帽上戴着黑色絲帶，踮着腳走進屋來，打算悄悄地探望雷貝卡；她穿着黑色衣服，袖子長到手腕，顯得萎靡不振。現在要想確定新的婚期，簡直就是褻瀆神靈了；他倆雖已訂婚，卻無法使關係往前推進，他倆的愛情令人討厭、得不到關心，彷彿這兩個滅了燈、在黑暗中接吻的情人只能聽憑死神的擺佈。雷貝卡失去了希望，精神萎頓，又開始吃土。
喪事開始之後過了不少時間，刺繡的人又聚在長廊上的時候，在一個死寂的炎熱天，下午兩點正，忽然有個人猛力推開了房屋的正門，使得整座房子都晃動起來；坐在長廊上的阿瑪蘭塔和她的女友們，在房間裏咂吮手指的雷貝卡，廚房裏的烏蘇娜，作坊裏的奧雷連諾，甚至慄樹下的霍·阿·布恩蒂亞——全部覺得地震已經開始，房子就要倒塌了。門檻邊出現了一個樣子非凡的人。他那寬闊的肩膀勉強才擠過門洞，粗脖子上掛着一個“救命女神”像，胳膊和胸脯都刺滿了花紋，右腕緊緊地箍着一個護身的銅鐲。他的皮膚被海風吹成了棕褐包，頭髮又短又直，活象騾子的鬃毛，下巴顯得堅毅，神情卻很悒鬱。他的腰帶比馬肚帶粗一倍，高統皮靴釘了馬刺，後跟包了鐵皮；他一走動，一切都顫抖起來，猶如地震時一樣。他千里拎着一個相當破爛的鞍囊，走過客廳和起居室，象雷霆一樣出現在秋海棠長廊上，使得阿瑪蘭塔和她的女伴們把針拿在空中都呆住了。“哈羅！”——他用疲憊的聲音打了個招呼，就把鞍囊扔在她們面前的桌上，繼續朝房子深處走去。“哈羅！”他向惶恐地探望室外的雷貝卡說。“哈羅！”——他向全神貫注幹活的奧雷連諾說。這人哪兒也沒耽擱，一直走到廚房才停了下來，結束了他從世界另一邊開始的旅行。“哈羅！”——他說。剎那間，烏蘇娜張着嘴巴發楞，然後看了看來人的眼睛，才“噢唷”一聲，抱住他的脖子，高興得又哭又叫。這是霍·阿卡蒂奧。他回家時也象離家時一樣窮困，烏蘇娜甚至不得不給他兩個比索，償付租馬的費用。他說的是兩班牙語，其中夾了許多水手行話。大家問他到過哪兒，他只同答：“那兒。”在指定給他的房間裏，他懸起吊牀，一連睡了三天，醒來以後，他一口氣吃了十六隻生雞蛋，就徑直去卡塔林諾遊藝場，他那粗壯的身摳在好奇的娘兒們中間引起了驚愕。他請在場的人聽音樂、喝酒，全都記在他的賬上，並且跟五個男人打賭，說他們加在一起也無法把他的手扳到桌上。“不行，”他們相信自己動不了他的手，就說。“因爲他身上有魔鐲。”卡塔林諾不相信他那神奇的力氣，就拿十二個比索跟他打賭，說他搬動不了櫃檯。可他把櫃檯從地裏拔了起來，舉到頭上，並且將它放在街上。爲了搬回櫃檯，需要十一個男人。在興味正濃的時候，他讓大家參觀他那異乎尋常的男性器官，上面刺了藍色和紅色的各種文字。他周圍的娘兒們都興致勃勃，他就問她們誰能多給點錢，一個最有錢的女人給了他二十個比索。接着，他主張拿他抽彩，每張彩票十個比索，看看誰能把他抽到。這個價格是大得驚人的，因爲最紅的女人一夜才能掙到八個比索，然而大家都同意了。十四張彩票寫好之後，都放在一頂帽子裏，大家開始抽——每個女人抽一張。最後只剩兩張可能抽中的了。