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世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第4章Part 2

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Pietro Crespi came back to repair the pianola. Rebeca and Amaranta helped him put the strings in order and helped him with their laughter at the mix-up of the melodies. It was extremely pleasant and so chaste in its way that úrsula ceased her vigilance. On the eve of his departure a farewell dance for him was improvised with the pianola and with Rebeca he put on a skillful demonstration of modern dance, Arcadio and Amaranta matched them in grace and skill. But the exhibition was interrupted because Pilar Ternera, who was at the door with the onlookers, had a fight, biting and hair pulling, with a woman who had dared to comment that Arcadio had a woman's behind. Toward midnight Pietro Crespi took his leave with a sentimental little speech, and he promised to return very soon. Rebeca accompanied him to the door, and having closed up the house and put out the lamps, she went to her room to weep. It was an inconsolable weeping that lasted for several days, the cause of which was not known even by Amaranta. Her hermetism was not odd. Although she seemed expansive and cordial, she had a solitary character and an impenetrable heart. She was a splendid adolescent with long and firm bones, but she still insisted on using the small wooden rocking chair with which she had arrived at the house, reinforced many times and with the arms gone. No one had discovered that even at that age she still had the habit of sucking her finger. That was why she would not lose an opportunity to lock herself in the bathroom and had acquired the habit of sleeping with her face to the wall. On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden. Those secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to weep. She went back to eating earth. The first time she didit almost out of curiosity, sure that the bad taste would be the best cure for the temptation. And, in fact, she could not bear the earth in her mouth. But she persevered, overcome by the growing anxiety, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite, the taste of primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her pockets, and ate them in small bits without being seen, with a confused feeling of pleasure and rage, as she instructed her girl friends in the most difficult needlepoint and spoke about other men, who did not deserve the sacrifice of having one eat the whitewash on the walls because of them. The handfuls of earth made the only man who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart. One afternoon, for no reason, Amparo Moscote asked permission to see the house. Amaranta and Rebeca, disconcerted by the unexpected visit, attended her with a stiff formality. They showed her the remodeled mansion, they had her listen to the rolls on the pianola, and they offered her orange marmalade and crackers. Amparo gave a lesson in dignity, personal charm, and good manners that impressed úrsula in the few moments that she was present during the visit. After two hours, when the conversation was beginning to wane, Amparo took advantage of Amaranta's distraction and gave Rebeca a letter. She was able to see the name of the Estimable Se?orita Rebeca Buendía, written in the same methodical hand, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written, and she folded the letter with the tips of her fingers and hid it in her bosom, looking at Amparo Moscote with an expression of endless and unconditional gratitude and a silent promise of complicity unto death.为了修理自动钢琴,皮埃特罗·克列斯比回到了马孔多。雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔协助他拾掇琴弦;听到完全走了调的华尔兹舞曲,她们就跟他一块儿嬉笑。意大利人显得那么和蔼、尊严,乌苏娜这一次放弃了监视。在他离开之前,用修好的钢琴举行了一次欢送舞会,皮埃特罗·克列斯比和雷贝卡搭配,表演了现代舞的高超艺术。阿卡蒂奥和阿玛兰塔在优雅和灵巧上可跟他们媲美。然而舞蹈的示范表演不得不中止,因为和其他好奇者一块儿站在门口的皮拉·苔列娜,跟一个女人揪打了起来,那女人竟敢说年轻的阿卡蒂奥长着娘儿们的屁股。已经午夜。皮埃特罗·克列斯比发表了一次动人的告别演说,答应很快回来。雷贝卡把他送到门边;房门关上、灯盏熄灭之后,她回到自己的卧室,流山了热泪。这种无可安慰的痛哭延续了几天,谁都不知原因何在,甚至阿玛兰塔也不明究竟。对于雷贝卡的秘密,家里人并不感到奇怪。雷贝卡表面温和,容易接近,但她性情孤僻,心思叫人捉摸不透。她已经是个漂亮、强健、修长的姑娘,可是照旧喜欢坐在她带来的摇椅里,这个摇椅已经修了不止一次,没有扶手。谁也猜想不到,雷贝卡即使到了这种年岁,仍有咂吮手指的习惯。因此,她经常利用一切方便的机会躲在浴室里,并且惯于面向墙壁睡觉。现在,每逢雨天的下午,她跟女伴们一起在摆着秋海棠的长廊上绣花时,看见园中湿漉漉的小道和蚯蚓垒起的土堆,她会突然中断谈话,怀念的苦泪就会梳到她的嘴角。她一开始痛哭,从前用橙子汁和大黄克服的恶劣嗜好,又不可遏止地在她身上出现了。雷贝卡又开始吃土。她第一次这么做多半出于好奇,以为讨厌的味道将是对付诱惑力的良药。实际上,她立刻就把泥上吐了出来。但她烦恼不堪,就继续自己的尝试,逐渐恢复了对原生矿物(注:未曾氧化的矿物)的癖好。她把土装在衣兜里,一面教女伴们最难的针脚,一面跟她们议论各种各样的男人,说是值不得为他们去大吃泥土和石灰,同时却怀着既愉快又痛苦的模糊感觉,悄悄地把一撮撮泥土吃掉了。这一撮撮泥土似乎能使值得她屈辱牺牲的唯一的男人更加真切,更加跟她接近,仿佛泥土的余味在她嘴里留下了温暖,在她心中留下了慰藉;这泥土的余味跟他那漂亮的漆皮鞋在世界另一头所踩的土地息息相连,她从这种余味中也感觉到了他的脉搏和体温。有一天下午,安芭萝·摩斯柯特无缘无故地要求允许她看看新房子。阿玛兰塔和雷贝卡被这意外的访问弄得很窘,就冷淡而客气地接待她。她们领她看了看改建的房子,让她听了听自动钢琴的乐曲,拿柠檬水和饼干款待她。安芭萝教导她们如何保持自己的尊严、魅力和良好的风度,这给了乌苏娜深刻的印象,尽管乌苏娜在房间里只呆了几分钟。两小时以后,谈话就要结束时,安芭萝利用阿玛兰塔刹那间心神分散的机会,交给雷贝卡一封信。雷贝卡晃眼一看信封上“亲爱的雷贝卡·布恩蒂亚小姐”这个称呼,发现规整的字体、绿色的墨水、漂亮的笔迹,都跟钢琴说明书一样,就用指尖把信摺好,藏到怀里,同时望着安芭萝·摩斯柯特,她的眼神表露了无穷的感谢,仿佛默默地答应跟对方做一辈子的密友。
The sudden friendship between Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendía awakened the hopes of Aureliano. The memory of little Remedios had not stopped tormenting him, but he had not found a chance to see her. When he would stroll through town with his closest friends, Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez-the sons of the founders of the same names-he would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance, but he saw only the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to come with her," Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. "She has to come." He repeated it so many times and with such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the work shop, he had the certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice, and when he looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white boots.安芭萝·摩斯柯特和雷贝卡之间突然产生的友谊,在奥雷连诺心中激起了希望。他仍在苦苦地想念小姑娘雷麦黛丝,可是没有见到她的机会。他跟自己最亲密的朋友马格尼菲柯·维期巴尔和格林列尔多·马克斯(都是马孔多建村者的儿子,名字和父亲相同)一起在镇上溜达时,用渴望的目光在缝纫店里找她,只是发现了她的几个姐姐。安芭萝·摩斯柯特出现在他的家里,就是一个预兆。“她一定会跟安芭萝一块儿来的,”奥雷连诺低声自语,“一定。”他怀着那样的信心多次叨咕这几个字儿,以致有一天下午,他在作坊里装配小金鱼首饰时,忽然相信雷麦黛丝已经响应他的召唤。的确,过了一会儿,他就听到一个孩子的声音;他举眼一看,看见门口的一个姑娘,他的心都惊得缩紧了;这姑娘穿着粉红色玻璃纱衣服和白鞋子。
"You can't go in there, Remedios, Amparo Moscote said from the hall. They're working."“不能到里面去,雷麦黛丝,”安芭萝·摩斯柯特从廊子上叫道。“人家正在干活。”
But Aureliano did not give her time to respond. He picked up the little fish by the chain that came through its mouth and said to her.然而,奥雷连诺不让姑娘有时间回答,就把链条穿着嘴巴的小金鱼举到空中,说道:
"Come in."“进来。”
Remedios went over and asked some questions about the fish that Aureliano could not answer because he was seized with a sudden attack of asthma. He wanted to stay beside that lily skin forever, beside those emerald eyes, close to that voice that called him "sir" with every question. showing the same respect that she gave her father. Melquíades was in the corner seated at the desk scribbling indecipherable signs. Aureliano hated him. All he could do was tell Remedios that he was going to give her the little fish and the girl was so startled by the offer that she left the workshop as fast as she could. That afternoon Aureliano lost the hidden patience with which he had waited for a chance to see her. He neglected his work. In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters' shop, behind the window shades in her house, in her father's office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude. He would spend whole hours with Rebeca in the parlor listening to the music on the pianola. She was listening to it because it was the music with which Pietro Crespi had taught them how to dance. Aureliano listened to it simply because everything, even music, reminded him of Remedios.雷麦黛丝走了进去,问了问有关金鱼的什么,可是奥雷连诺突然喘不过气,无法回答她的问题。他想永远呆在这个皮肤细嫩的姑娘身边,经常看见这对绿宝石似的眼睛,常常听到这种声音;对于每个问题,这声音都要尊敬地添上“先生”二字,仿佛对待亲父亲一样。梅尔加德斯坐在角落里的桌子旁边,正在潦草地画些难以理解的符号。奥雷连诺讨厌他。他刚要雷麦黛丝把小金鱼拿去作纪念,小姑娘就吓得跑出了作坊。这天下午,奥雷连诺失去了潜在的耐心,他是一直怀着这种耐心伺机跟她相见的。他放下了工作。他多次专心致志地拼命努力,希望再把雷麦黛丝叫来,可她不听。他在她姐姐的缝纫店里找她,在她家的窗帘后面找她,在她父亲的办公室里找她,可是只能在自己心中想到她的形象,这个形象倒也减轻了他那可怕的孤独之感。奥雷连诺一连几小时呆在客厅里,跟雷贝卡一起倾听自动钢琴的华兹舞曲。她听这些乐曲,因为皮埃特罗·克列斯比曾在这种音乐中教她跳舞。奥雷连诺倾听这些乐曲,只是因为一切东西一-甚至音乐一-都使他想起雷麦黛丝。
The house became full of loves Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquíades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever. Rebeca waited for her love at four in the afternoon, embroidering by the window. She knew that the mailman's mule arrived only every two weeks, but she always waited for him, convinced that he was going to arrive on some other day by mistake. It happened quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the middle of the night and ate handfuls of earth in the garden with a suicidal drive, weeping with pain and fury, chewing tender earthworms and chipping her teethon snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state of feverish prostration, lost consciousness, and her heart went into a shameless delirium. úrsula, scandalized, forced the lock on her trunk and found at the bottom, tied together with pink ribbons, the sixteen perfumed letters and the skeletons of leaves and petals preserved in old books and the dried butterflies that turned to powder at the touch.家里的人都在谈情说爱。奥雷连诺用无头无尾的诗句倾诉爱情。他把诗句写在梅尔加德斯给他的粗糙的羊皮纸上、浴室墙壁上、自个儿手上,这些诗里都有改了观的雷麦黛丝:晌午闷热空气中的雷麦黛丝;玫瑰清香中的雷麦黛丝;早餐面包腾腾热气中的雷麦黛丝——随时随地都有雷麦黛丝。每天下午四点,雷贝卡一面坐在窗前绣花,一面等候自己的情书。她清楚地知道,运送邮件的骡子前来马孔多每月只有两次,可她时时刻刻都在等它,以为它可能弄错时间,任何一天都会到达。情形恰恰相反:有一次,骡子在规定的日子却没有来。雷贝卡苦恼得发疯,半夜起来,急匆匆地到了花园里,自杀一样贪婪地吞食一撮撮泥土,一面痛苦和愤怒地哭泣,一面嚼着软搭搭的蚯蚓,牙床都给蜗牛壳碎片割伤了。到天亮时,她呕吐了。她陷入了某种狂热、沮丧的状态,失去了知觉,在呓语中无耻地泄露了心中的秘密。恼怒的乌苏娜撬开箱子的锁,在箱子底儿找到了十六封洒上香水的情书,是用粉红色绦带扎上的;还有一些残余的树叶和花瓣,是夹在旧书的书页之间的;此外是些蝴蝶标本,刚一碰就变成了灰。
Aureliano was the only one capable of understanding such desolation. That afternoon, while úrsula was trying to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium, he went with Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez to Catarino's store. The establishment had been expanded with a gallery of wooden rooms where single women who smelled of dead flowers lived. A group made up of an accordion and drums played the songs of Francisco the Man, who had not been seen in Macondo for several years. The three friends drank fermented cane juice. Magnífico and Gerineldo, contemporaries of Aureliano but more skilled in the ways of the world, drank methodically with the women seated on their laps. One of the women, withered and with goldwork on her teeth, gave Aureliano a caress that made him shudder. He rejected her. He had discovered that the more he drank the more he thought about Remedios, but he could bear the torture of his recollections better. He did not know exactly when he began to float. He saw his friends and the womensailing in a radiant glow, without weight or mass, saying words that did not come out of their mouths and making mysterious signals that did not correspond to their expressions. Catarino put a hand on his shoulder and said to him: "It's going on eleven." Aureliano turned his head, saw the enormous disfigured face with a felt flower behind the ear, and then he lost his memory, as during the times of forgetfulness, and he recovered it on a strange dawn and in a room that was completely foreign, where Pilar Ternera stood in her slip, barefoot, her hair down, holding a lamp over him, startled with disbelief.雷贝卡的悲观失望,只有奥雷连诺一个人能够理解。那天下午,乌苏娜试图把雷贝卡从昏迷状态中救醒过来的时候,奥雷连诺跟马格尼菲柯·维斯巴尔和格林列尔多·马克斯来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。现在,这个游艺场增建了一排用木板隔开的小房间,住着一个个单身的女人,她们身上发出萎谢的花卉气味。手风琴手和鼓手组成的乐队演奏着弗兰西斯科人的歌曲,这些人已经几年没来马孔多了。三个朋友要了甘蔗酒,马格尼菲柯和格林列尔多是跟奥雷连诺同岁的,但在生活上比他老练,他俩不慌不忙地跟坐在他们膝上的女人喝酒。其中一个容颜枯槁、镶着金牙的女人试图抚摸奥雷连诺一下。可他推开了她。他发现自己喝得越多,就越想念雷麦黛丝,不过愁闷也就减少了。随后,奥雷连诺突然飘荡起来,他自己也不知道什么时候开始飘飘然的;他很快发现,他的朋友和女人也在朦胧的灯光里晃荡,成了混沌、飘忽的形体,他们所说的话,仿佛不是从他们嘴里出来的;他们那种神秘的手势跟他们面部的表情根本就不一致。卡塔林诺把一只手放在奥雷连诺肩上,说:“快十一点啦。”奥雷连诺扭过头去,看见一张模糊、宽大的面孔,还看见这人耳朵后面的一朵假花,然后他就象健忘症流行时那样昏迷过去,直到第二天拂晓才苏醒过来。他到了一个完全陌生的房间——皮拉·苔列娜站在他面前,穿着一件衬衫,光着脚丫,披头散发,拿灯照了照他,不相信地惊叫了一声:
"Aureliano!"“原来是奥雷连诺!”

Pietro Crespi came back to repair the pianola. Rebeca and Amaranta helped him put the strings in order and helped him with their laughter at the mix-up of the melodies. It was extremely pleasant and so chaste in its way that úrsula ceased her vigilance. On the eve of his departure a farewell dance for him was improvised with the pianola and with Rebeca he put on a skillful demonstration of modern dance, Arcadio and Amaranta matched them in grace and skill. But the exhibition was interrupted because Pilar Ternera, who was at the door with the onlookers, had a fight, biting and hair pulling, with a woman who had dared to comment that Arcadio had a woman's behind. Toward midnight Pietro Crespi took his leave with a sentimental little speech, and he promised to return very soon. Rebeca accompanied him to the door, and having closed up the house and put out the lamps, she went to her room to weep. It was an inconsolable weeping that lasted for several days, the cause of which was not known even by Amaranta. Her hermetism was not odd. Although she seemed expansive and cordial, she had a solitary character and an impenetrable heart. She was a splendid adolescent with long and firm bones, but she still insisted on using the small wooden rocking chair with which she had arrived at the house, reinforced many times and with the arms gone. No one had discovered that even at that age she still had the habit of sucking her finger. That was why she would not lose an opportunity to lock herself in the bathroom and had acquired the habit of sleeping with her face to the wall. On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden. Those secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to weep. She went back to eating earth. The first time she didit almost out of curiosity, sure that the bad taste would be the best cure for the temptation. And, in fact, she could not bear the earth in her mouth. But she persevered, overcome by the growing anxiety, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite, the taste of primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her pockets, and ate them in small bits without being seen, with a confused feeling of pleasure and rage, as she instructed her girl friends in the most difficult needlepoint and spoke about other men, who did not deserve the sacrifice of having one eat the whitewash on the walls because of them. The handfuls of earth made the only man who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart. One afternoon, for no reason, Amparo Moscote asked permission to see the house. Amaranta and Rebeca, disconcerted by the unexpected visit, attended her with a stiff formality. They showed her the remodeled mansion, they had her listen to the rolls on the pianola, and they offered her orange marmalade and crackers. Amparo gave a lesson in dignity, personal charm, and good manners that impressed úrsula in the few moments that she was present during the visit. After two hours, when the conversation was beginning to wane, Amparo took advantage of Amaranta's distraction and gave Rebeca a letter. She was able to see the name of the Estimable Se?orita Rebeca Buendía, written in the same methodical hand, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written, and she folded the letter with the tips of her fingers and hid it in her bosom, looking at Amparo Moscote with an expression of endless and unconditional gratitude and a silent promise of complicity unto death.
The sudden friendship between Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendía awakened the hopes of Aureliano. The memory of little Remedios had not stopped tormenting him, but he had not found a chance to see her. When he would stroll through town with his closest friends, Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez-the sons of the founders of the same names-he would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance, but he saw only the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to come with her," Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. "She has to come." He repeated it so many times and with such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the work shop, he had the certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice, and when he looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white boots.
"You can't go in there, Remedios, Amparo Moscote said from the hall. They're working."
But Aureliano did not give her time to respond. He picked up the little fish by the chain that came through its mouth and said to her.
"Come in."
Remedios went over and asked some questions about the fish that Aureliano could not answer because he was seized with a sudden attack of asthma. He wanted to stay beside that lily skin forever, beside those emerald eyes, close to that voice that called him "sir" with every question. showing the same respect that she gave her father. Melquíades was in the corner seated at the desk scribbling indecipherable signs. Aureliano hated him. All he could do was tell Remedios that he was going to give her the little fish and the girl was so startled by the offer that she left the workshop as fast as she could. That afternoon Aureliano lost the hidden patience with which he had waited for a chance to see her. He neglected his work. In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters' shop, behind the window shades in her house, in her father's office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude. He would spend whole hours with Rebeca in the parlor listening to the music on the pianola. She was listening to it because it was the music with which Pietro Crespi had taught them how to dance. Aureliano listened to it simply because everything, even music, reminded him of Remedios.
The house became full of loves Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquíades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever. Rebeca waited for her love at four in the afternoon, embroidering by the window. She knew that the mailman's mule arrived only every two weeks, but she always waited for him, convinced that he was going to arrive on some other day by mistake. It happened quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the middle of the night and ate handfuls of earth in the garden with a suicidal drive, weeping with pain and fury, chewing tender earthworms and chipping her teethon snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state of feverish prostration, lost consciousness, and her heart went into a shameless delirium. úrsula, scandalized, forced the lock on her trunk and found at the bottom, tied together with pink ribbons, the sixteen perfumed letters and the skeletons of leaves and petals preserved in old books and the dried butterflies that turned to powder at the touch.
Aureliano was the only one capable of understanding such desolation. That afternoon, while úrsula was trying to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium, he went with Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez to Catarino's store. The establishment had been expanded with a gallery of wooden rooms where single women who smelled of dead flowers lived. A group made up of an accordion and drums played the songs of Francisco the Man, who had not been seen in Macondo for several years. The three friends drank fermented cane juice. Magnífico and Gerineldo, contemporaries of Aureliano but more skilled in the ways of the world, drank methodically with the women seated on their laps. One of the women, withered and with goldwork on her teeth, gave Aureliano a caress that made him shudder. He rejected her. He had discovered that the more he drank the more he thought about Remedios, but he could bear the torture of his recollections better. He did not know exactly when he began to float. He saw his friends and the womensailing in a radiant glow, without weight or mass, saying words that did not come out of their mouths and making mysterious signals that did not correspond to their expressions. Catarino put a hand on his shoulder and said to him: "It's going on eleven." Aureliano turned his head, saw the enormous disfigured face with a felt flower behind the ear, and then he lost his memory, as during the times of forgetfulness, and he recovered it on a strange dawn and in a room that was completely foreign, where Pilar Ternera stood in her slip, barefoot, her hair down, holding a lamp over him, startled with disbelief.
"Aureliano!"


为了修理自动钢琴,皮埃特罗·克列斯比回到了马孔多。雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔协助他拾掇琴弦;听到完全走了调的华尔兹舞曲,她们就跟他一块儿嬉笑。意大利人显得那么和蔼、尊严,乌苏娜这一次放弃了监视。在他离开之前,用修好的钢琴举行了一次欢送舞会,皮埃特罗·克列斯比和雷贝卡搭配,表演了现代舞的高超艺术。阿卡蒂奥和阿玛兰塔在优雅和灵巧上可跟他们媲美。然而舞蹈的示范表演不得不中止,因为和其他好奇者一块儿站在门口的皮拉·苔列娜,跟一个女人揪打了起来,那女人竟敢说年轻的阿卡蒂奥长着娘儿们的屁股。已经午夜。皮埃特罗·克列斯比发表了一次动人的告别演说,答应很快回来。雷贝卡把他送到门边;房门关上、灯盏熄灭之后,她回到自己的卧室,流山了热泪。这种无可安慰的痛哭延续了几天,谁都不知原因何在,甚至阿玛兰塔也不明究竟。对于雷贝卡的秘密,家里人并不感到奇怪。雷贝卡表面温和,容易接近,但她性情孤僻,心思叫人捉摸不透。她已经是个漂亮、强健、修长的姑娘,可是照旧喜欢坐在她带来的摇椅里,这个摇椅已经修了不止一次,没有扶手。谁也猜想不到,雷贝卡即使到了这种年岁,仍有咂吮手指的习惯。因此,她经常利用一切方便的机会躲在浴室里,并且惯于面向墙壁睡觉。现在,每逢雨天的下午,她跟女伴们一起在摆着秋海棠的长廊上绣花时,看见园中湿漉漉的小道和蚯蚓垒起的土堆,她会突然中断谈话,怀念的苦泪就会梳到她的嘴角。她一开始痛哭,从前用橙子汁和大黄克服的恶劣嗜好,又不可遏止地在她身上出现了。雷贝卡又开始吃土。她第一次这么做多半出于好奇,以为讨厌的味道将是对付诱惑力的良药。实际上,她立刻就把泥上吐了出来。但她烦恼不堪,就继续自己的尝试,逐渐恢复了对原生矿物(注:未曾氧化的矿物)的癖好。她把土装在衣兜里,一面教女伴们最难的针脚,一面跟她们议论各种各样的男人,说是值不得为他们去大吃泥土和石灰,同时却怀着既愉快又痛苦的模糊感觉,悄悄地把一撮撮泥土吃掉了。这一撮撮泥土似乎能使值得她屈辱牺牲的唯一的男人更加真切,更加跟她接近,仿佛泥土的余味在她嘴里留下了温暖,在她心中留下了慰藉;这泥土的余味跟他那漂亮的漆皮鞋在世界另一头所踩的土地息息相连,她从这种余味中也感觉到了他的脉搏和体温。有一天下午,安芭萝·摩斯柯特无缘无故地要求允许她看看新房子。阿玛兰塔和雷贝卡被这意外的访问弄得很窘,就冷淡而客气地接待她。她们领她看了看改建的房子,让她听了听自动钢琴的乐曲,拿柠檬水和饼干款待她。安芭萝教导她们如何保持自己的尊严、魅力和良好的风度,这给了乌苏娜深刻的印象,尽管乌苏娜在房间里只呆了几分钟。两小时以后,谈话就要结束时,安芭萝利用阿玛兰塔刹那间心神分散的机会,交给雷贝卡一封信。雷贝卡晃眼一看信封上“亲爱的雷贝卡·布恩蒂亚小姐”这个称呼,发现规整的字体、绿色的墨水、漂亮的笔迹,都跟钢琴说明书一样,就用指尖把信摺好,藏到怀里,同时望着安芭萝·摩斯柯特,她的眼神表露了无穷的感谢,仿佛默默地答应跟对方做一辈子的密友。
安芭萝·摩斯柯特和雷贝卡之间突然产生的友谊,在奥雷连诺心中激起了希望。他仍在苦苦地想念小姑娘雷麦黛丝,可是没有见到她的机会。他跟自己最亲密的朋友马格尼菲柯·维期巴尔和格林列尔多·马克斯(都是马孔多建村者的儿子,名字和父亲相同)一起在镇上溜达时,用渴望的目光在缝纫店里找她,只是发现了她的几个姐姐。安芭萝·摩斯柯特出现在他的家里,就是一个预兆。“她一定会跟安芭萝一块儿来的,”奥雷连诺低声自语,“一定。”他怀着那样的信心多次叨咕这几个字儿,以致有一天下午,他在作坊里装配小金鱼首饰时,忽然相信雷麦黛丝已经响应他的召唤。的确,过了一会儿,他就听到一个孩子的声音;他举眼一看,看见门口的一个姑娘,他的心都惊得缩紧了;这姑娘穿着粉红色玻璃纱衣服和白鞋子。
“不能到里面去,雷麦黛丝,”安芭萝·摩斯柯特从廊子上叫道。“人家正在干活。”
然而,奥雷连诺不让姑娘有时间回答,就把链条穿着嘴巴的小金鱼举到空中,说道:
“进来。”
雷麦黛丝走了进去,问了问有关金鱼的什么,可是奥雷连诺突然喘不过气,无法回答她的问题。他想永远呆在这个皮肤细嫩的姑娘身边,经常看见这对绿宝石似的眼睛,常常听到这种声音;对于每个问题,这声音都要尊敬地添上“先生”二字,仿佛对待亲父亲一样。梅尔加德斯坐在角落里的桌子旁边,正在潦草地画些难以理解的符号。奥雷连诺讨厌他。他刚要雷麦黛丝把小金鱼拿去作纪念,小姑娘就吓得跑出了作坊。这天下午,奥雷连诺失去了潜在的耐心,他是一直怀着这种耐心伺机跟她相见的。他放下了工作。他多次专心致志地拼命努力,希望再把雷麦黛丝叫来,可她不听。他在她姐姐的缝纫店里找她,在她家的窗帘后面找她,在她父亲的办公室里找她,可是只能在自己心中想到她的形象,这个形象倒也减轻了他那可怕的孤独之感。奥雷连诺一连几小时呆在客厅里,跟雷贝卡一起倾听自动钢琴的华兹舞曲。她听这些乐曲,因为皮埃特罗·克列斯比曾在这种音乐中教她跳舞。奥雷连诺倾听这些乐曲,只是因为一切东西一-甚至音乐一-都使他想起雷麦黛丝。
家里的人都在谈情说爱。奥雷连诺用无头无尾的诗句倾诉爱情。他把诗句写在梅尔加德斯给他的粗糙的羊皮纸上、浴室墙壁上、自个儿手上,这些诗里都有改了观的雷麦黛丝:晌午闷热空气中的雷麦黛丝;玫瑰清香中的雷麦黛丝;早餐面包腾腾热气中的雷麦黛丝——随时随地都有雷麦黛丝。每天下午四点,雷贝卡一面坐在窗前绣花,一面等候自己的情书。她清楚地知道,运送邮件的骡子前来马孔多每月只有两次,可她时时刻刻都在等它,以为它可能弄错时间,任何一天都会到达。情形恰恰相反:有一次,骡子在规定的日子却没有来。雷贝卡苦恼得发疯,半夜起来,急匆匆地到了花园里,自杀一样贪婪地吞食一撮撮泥土,一面痛苦和愤怒地哭泣,一面嚼着软搭搭的蚯蚓,牙床都给蜗牛壳碎片割伤了。到天亮时,她呕吐了。她陷入了某种狂热、沮丧的状态,失去了知觉,在呓语中无耻地泄露了心中的秘密。恼怒的乌苏娜撬开箱子的锁,在箱子底儿找到了十六封洒上香水的情书,是用粉红色绦带扎上的;还有一些残余的树叶和花瓣,是夹在旧书的书页之间的;此外是些蝴蝶标本,刚一碰就变成了灰。
雷贝卡的悲观失望,只有奥雷连诺一个人能够理解。那天下午,乌苏娜试图把雷贝卡从昏迷状态中救醒过来的时候,奥雷连诺跟马格尼菲柯·维斯巴尔和格林列尔多·马克斯来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。现在,这个游艺场增建了一排用木板隔开的小房间,住着一个个单身的女人,她们身上发出萎谢的花卉气味。手风琴手和鼓手组成的乐队演奏着弗兰西斯科人的歌曲,这些人已经几年没来马孔多了。三个朋友要了甘蔗酒,马格尼菲柯和格林列尔多是跟奥雷连诺同岁的,但在生活上比他老练,他俩不慌不忙地跟坐在他们膝上的女人喝酒。其中一个容颜枯槁、镶着金牙的女人试图抚摸奥雷连诺一下。可他推开了她。他发现自己喝得越多,就越想念雷麦黛丝,不过愁闷也就减少了。随后,奥雷连诺突然飘荡起来,他自己也不知道什么时候开始飘飘然的;他很快发现,他的朋友和女人也在朦胧的灯光里晃荡,成了混沌、飘忽的形体,他们所说的话,仿佛不是从他们嘴里出来的;他们那种神秘的手势跟他们面部的表情根本就不一致。卡塔林诺把一只手放在奥雷连诺肩上,说:“快十一点啦。”奥雷连诺扭过头去,看见一张模糊、宽大的面孔,还看见这人耳朵后面的一朵假花,然后他就象健忘症流行时那样昏迷过去,直到第二天拂晓才苏醒过来。他到了一个完全陌生的房间——皮拉·苔列娜站在他面前,穿着一件衬衫,光着脚丫,披头散发,拿灯照了照他,不相信地惊叫了一声:
“原来是奥雷连诺!”
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