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That night he was captured when he tried to escape from Macondo, after writing a long letter to Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía in which he reminded him of their common aim to humanize the war and he wished him a final victory over the corruption of the militarists and the ambitions of the politicians in both parties. On the following day Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had lunch with him in úrsula's house, where he was being held until a revolutionary court-martial decided his fate. It was a friendly gathering. But while the adversaries forgot the war to remember things of the past, úrsula had the gloomy feeling that her son was an intruder. She had felt it ever since she saw him come in protected by a noisy military retinue, which turned the bedrooms inside out until they were convinced there was no danger. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía not only accepted it but he gave strict orders that no one should come closer than ten feet, not even úrsula, while the members of his escort finished placing guards about the house. He was wearing an ordinary denim uniform with no insignia of any kind and high boots with spurs that were caked with mud and dried blood. On his waist he wore a holster with the flap open and his hand, which was always on the butt of the pistol, revealed the same watchful and resolute tension as his look. His head, with deep recessions in the hairline now, seemed to have been baked in a slow oven. His face, tanned by the salt of the Caribbean, had acquired a metallic hardness. He was preserved against imminent old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of his insides. He was taller than when he had left, paler and bonier, and he showed the first symptoms of resistance to nostalgia. "Good Lord," úrsula said to herself. "Now he looks like a man capable of anything." He was. The Aztec shawl that he brought Amaranta, the remembrances he spoke of at lunch, the funny stories her told were simple leftovers from his humor of a different time. As soon as the order to bury the dead in a commongrave was carried out, he assigned Colonel Roque Carnicero the minion of setting up courts--martial and he went ahead with the exhausting task of imposing radical reforms which would not leave a stone of the reestablished Conservative regime in place. "We have to get ahead of the politicians in the party," he said to his aides. "When they open their eyes to reality they'll find accomplished facts." It was then that he decided to review the titles to land that went back a hundred years and he discovered the legalized outrages of his brother, José Arcadio. He annulled the registrations with a stroke of the pen. As a last gesture of courtesy, he left his affairs for an hour and visited Rebeca to bring her up to date on what he was determined to do.

这天夜里,蒙卡达将军打算逃出马孔多的时候被捕;他事先写好了一封给奥雷连诺上校的长信,信中提到了他俩想使战争变得更加人道的共同心愿,并且希望他在对军阀的腐败和两党政客的野心的斗争中,取得最后胜利。第二天,奥雷连诺上校就跟蒙卡达将军在乌苏娜的宅千里共进午餐了,因为将军是拘押在这儿,等待革命军事法庭决定他的命运的。这是一次友好的聚会。然而,当两个敌对者忘掉战争、回忆住事的时候,乌苏娜摆脱不了一种阴暗的感觉:他的儿子是象强盗一样回国的。他带着人数很多的卫队刚一跨进宅子的门槛,她就产生了这种感觉,因为卫队士兵为了弄清有没有什么危险,把所有的房间都翻了个底儿朝天。奥雷连诺上校不但允许这么干,而且用不容反驳的声调发出命令,在房子周围没有安好哨兵之前,不准住任何人(甚至乌苏娜)靠近他。他身上穿着没有任何等级标志的粗布军服,脚上穿着污泥和凝血弄脏的高统马靴。挂在腰边的大口径手枪皮套是解开钮扣的,在他那一直紧张地握着枪柄的手指上,可以看出他的眼神里流露的那种警觉和决心。他的头现在已有明显的秃顶,仿佛在文火上烤干了。加勒比海咸水浸过的面孔,已经象金属那样硬梆梆的。他在用干劲来抵御不可避免的衰老,而这种干劲跟他内心的冷酷有密切的关系。现在,他显得比从前更高、更苍白、更瘦了,第一次使人看出,他在尽量压抑对亲人的感情。“我的灭,”不安的乌苏娜想道。“他象一个啥事都千得出来的人啦!”他确实成了这样的人。他带给阿玛兰塔的阿兹特克披中,他在餐桌边的回忆,他所讲的奇闻趣事,只是使人稍微想起昔日的奥雷连诺。还没来得及把花者葬人公墓,他就指示罗克·卡尼瑟洛上校赶紧成立军事法庭,自己却去开始进行繁重而激烈的改革,以便彻底摧毁保守制度摇摇欲坠的大厦。“咱们必须赶在自由党政客们前面,”他向自己的助手们说。“当他们最终用清醒的眼光看待周围的现实时,一切都已干好了。”正是这个时候,他决定重新审核最近五年间登记的土地所有权,而已发现了法律认可的、他的哥哥霍·阿卡蒂奥掠夺的土地。他大笔一挥就注销了登记。接着,为了表示最后的礼貌,他把一切事情延搁了一个小时,去向雷贝卡说明自己的决定。
In the shadows of her house, the solitary widow who at one time had been the confidante of his repressed loves and whose persistence had saved his life was a specter out of the past. Encased in black down to her knuckles, with her heart turned to ash, she scarcely knew anything about the war. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had the impression that the phosphorescence of her bones was showing through her skin and that she moved in an atmosphere of Saint Elmo's fire, in a stagnant air where one could still note a hidden smell of gunpowder. He began by advising her to moderate the rigor of her mourning, to ventilate the house, to forgive the world for the death of José Arcadio. But Rebeca was already beyond any vanity. After searching for it uselessly in the taste of earth, in, the perfumed letters from Pietro Crespi, in the tempestuous bed of her husband, she had found peace in that house where memories materialized through the strength of implacable evocation and walked like human beings through the cloistered rooms, Leaning back in her wicker rocking chair, looking at Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía as if he were the one who looked like a ghost out of the past, Rebeca was not even upset by the news that the lands usurped by José Arcadio would be returned to their rightful owners.这个孤伶伶的寡妇往日曾经知道他那隐秘的爱情,而且她的顽强救过他的命;但在晦暗的客厅里,上校觉得她简直象个幽灵。这个女人裹着一件长到脚边的黑衣服,早已心灰意冷,大概一点也不知道战争的情况。他觉得,她的骨骼发出的磷光透过了皮肤,她就在充满磷火的空气中浮动了;在这水潭一样凝滞的空气里,还感觉得到轻微的火药味。奥雷连诺上校首先劝她节袁,打开窗子,为霍·阿卡蒂奥之死原谅别人。可是,雷贝卡已不需要空虚的、尘世的欢乐。她曾在泥土的酸涩气味中寻求欢乐,在皮埃特罗·克列斯比洒了香水的信中寻求欢乐,在丈夫的床上寻求欢乐,但都枉然,最后才在这座房子里得到宁静;在这里,在她的遇想中,往日的形象重新变成了活人,经常在与世隔绝的房间里徘徊。雷贝卡仰身靠在柳条摇椅里,仔细地审视着奥雷连诺上校,仿佛他是一个鬼怪;听说霍·阿卡蒂奥侵占的土地将要归还原主,她也没有表现任何激动。
"Whatever you decide will be done, Aureli-ano," she sighed. "I always thought and now I have the proof that you're a renegade."“你愿咋办就咋办,奥雷连诺,”她叹口气说。“你不爱自己的亲人,我一直这么认为,现在看来我井没弄错。”
The revision of the deeds took place at the same time as the summary courts-martial presided over by Colonel Gerineldo Márquez, which ended with the execution of all officers of the regular army who had been taken prisoner by the revolutionaries. The last court-martial was that of José Raquel . úrsula intervened. '"His government was the best we've ever had in Macondo," she told Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía. "I don't have to tell you anything about his good heart, about his affection for us, because you know better than anyone." Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía gave her a disapproving look.土地所有权的重新审核和军事法庭的审理是同时进行的,法庭由格休列尔多·马克斯上校主持,处决了所有被俘的政府军军官。最后审讯的是霍塞。 拉凯尔·蒙卡达将军。乌苏娜为他辩护。“他是我们马孔多最好的一个镇长,”她向奥雷连诺上校说。“我不用说他的好心肠,不用说他对咱们家的热爱,因为你知道得比谁都清楚。”奥雷连诺上校谴责地瞥了她一眼。
"I can't take over the job of administering justice," he replied. "If you have something to say, tell it to the court-martial."“我无权裁决,”他回答说。“如果你有什么要说,就向军事法庭说吧。”
úrsula not only did that she also brought all of the mothers of the revolutionary officers who lived in Macondo to testify. One by one the old women who had been founders of the town, several of whom had taken part in the daring crossing of the mountains, praised the virtues of General . úrsula was the last in line. Her gloomy dignity, the weight of her name, the convincing vehemence of her declaration made the scale of justice hesitate for a moment. "You have taken this horrible game very seriously and you have done well- because you are doing your duty," she told the members of the court. "But don't forget that as long as God gives us life we will still be mothers and no matter how revolutionary you may be, we have the right to pull down your pants and give you a whipping at the first sign of disrespect." The court retired to deliberate as those words still echoed in the school that had been turned into a barracks. At midnight General José Raquel was sentenced to death. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía, in s乌苏娜不仅亲自出动,还把在马孔多出生的那些起义军官的母亲带来作证。这些最老的市镇居民——其中一些甚至参加过翻山越岭的大胆的进军——一个接一个地夸奖蒙卡达将军的美德。乌苏娜是这支队伍里的最后一名。她那悲伤而尊严的神情,她那名字的分量,她那话里的信心,使得审判的天秤迟疑了片刻。“你们玩弄这种恐怖的把戏是很认真的,你们做得对嘛,因为你们在履行自己的职责,”她向法庭成员们说,“可是你们不要忘记:只要我们活在世上,我们就是你们的母亲,你们无论多么革命,一旦不尊重我们,我们都有权脱下你们的裤子,用皮带狠狠地抽。”法庭成员退下去商量的时候,这些话还在已经变成营房的教室里发出回声。
pite of the violent recriminations of úrsula, refused to commute the sentence. A short while before dawn he visited the condemned man in the room used as a cell.半夜,霍塞·拉凯尔·蒙卡达将军被判死刑。尽管乌苏娜强烈谴责,奥雷连诺上校仍然拒绝减轻刑罚。天亮之前不久,他在往常当作囚室的房间里探望了判处死刑的人。
"Remember, old friend," he told him. "I'm not shooting you. It's the revolution that's shooting you."“记住,老朋友,”奥雷连诺上校向他说。“不是我要枪毙你。是革命要枪毙你。”
General did not even get up from the cot when he saw him come in.蒙卡达将军看见他进屋的时候,甚至没从床上站起身来。
"Go to hell, friend," he answered.“见鬼去吧,朋友,”他回答。

That night he was captured when he tried to escape from Macondo, after writing a long letter to Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía in which he reminded him of their common aim to humanize the war and he wished him a final victory over the corruption of the militarists and the ambitions of the politicians in both parties. On the following day Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had lunch with him in úrsula's house, where he was being held until a revolutionary court-martial decided his fate. It was a friendly gathering. But while the adversaries forgot the war to remember things of the past, úrsula had the gloomy feeling that her son was an intruder. She had felt it ever since she saw him come in protected by a noisy military retinue, which turned the bedrooms inside out until they were convinced there was no danger. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía not only accepted it but he gave strict orders that no one should come closer than ten feet, not even úrsula, while the members of his escort finished placing guards about the house. He was wearing an ordinary denim uniform with no insignia of any kind and high boots with spurs that were caked with mud and dried blood. On his waist he wore a holster with the flap open and his hand, which was always on the butt of the pistol, revealed the same watchful and resolute tension as his look. His head, with deep recessions in the hairline now, seemed to have been baked in a slow oven. His face, tanned by the salt of the Caribbean, had acquired a metallic hardness. He was preserved against imminent old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of his insides. He was taller than when he had left, paler and bonier, and he showed the first symptoms of resistance to nostalgia. "Good Lord," úrsula said to herself. "Now he looks like a man capable of anything." He was. The Aztec shawl that he brought Amaranta, the remembrances he spoke of at lunch, the funny stories her told were simple leftovers from his humor of a different time. As soon as the order to bury the dead in a commongrave was carried out, he assigned Colonel Roque Carnicero the minion of setting up courts--martial and he went ahead with the exhausting task of imposing radical reforms which would not leave a stone of the reestablished Conservative regime in place. "We have to get ahead of the politicians in the party," he said to his aides. "When they open their eyes to reality they'll find accomplished facts." It was then that he decided to review the titles to land that went back a hundred years and he discovered the legalized outrages of his brother, José Arcadio. He annulled the registrations with a stroke of the pen. As a last gesture of courtesy, he left his affairs for an hour and visited Rebeca to bring her up to date on what he was determined to do.
In the shadows of her house, the solitary widow who at one time had been the confidante of his repressed loves and whose persistence had saved his life was a specter out of the past. Encased in black down to her knuckles, with her heart turned to ash, she scarcely knew anything about the war. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had the impression that the phosphorescence of her bones was showing through her skin and that she moved in an atmosphere of Saint Elmo's fire, in a stagnant air where one could still note a hidden smell of gunpowder. He began by advising her to moderate the rigor of her mourning, to ventilate the house, to forgive the world for the death of José Arcadio. But Rebeca was already beyond any vanity. After searching for it uselessly in the taste of earth, in, the perfumed letters from Pietro Crespi, in the tempestuous bed of her husband, she had found peace in that house where memories materialized through the strength of implacable evocation and walked like human beings through the cloistered rooms, Leaning back in her wicker rocking chair, looking at Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía as if he were the one who looked like a ghost out of the past, Rebeca was not even upset by the news that the lands usurped by José Arcadio would be returned to their rightful owners.
"Whatever you decide will be done, Aureli-ano," she sighed. "I always thought and now I have the proof that you're a renegade."
The revision of the deeds took place at the same time as the summary courts-martial presided over by Colonel Gerineldo Márquez, which ended with the execution of all officers of the regular army who had been taken prisoner by the revolutionaries. The last court-martial was that of José Raquel . úrsula intervened. '"His government was the best we've ever had in Macondo," she told Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía. "I don't have to tell you anything about his good heart, about his affection for us, because you know better than anyone." Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía gave her a disapproving look.
"I can't take over the job of administering justice," he replied. "If you have something to say, tell it to the court-martial."
úrsula not only did that she also brought all of the mothers of the revolutionary officers who lived in Macondo to testify. One by one the old women who had been founders of the town, several of whom had taken part in the daring crossing of the mountains, praised the virtues of General . úrsula was the last in line. Her gloomy dignity, the weight of her name, the convincing vehemence of her declaration made the scale of justice hesitate for a moment. "You have taken this horrible game very seriously and you have done well- because you are doing your duty," she told the members of the court. "But don't forget that as long as God gives us life we will still be mothers and no matter how revolutionary you may be, we have the right to pull down your pants and give you a whipping at the first sign of disrespect." The court retired to deliberate as those words still echoed in the school that had been turned into a barracks. At midnight General José Raquel was sentenced to death. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía, in s
pite of the violent recriminations of úrsula, refused to commute the sentence. A short while before dawn he visited the condemned man in the room used as a cell.
"Remember, old friend," he told him. "I'm not shooting you. It's the revolution that's shooting you."
General did not even get up from the cot when he saw him come in.
"Go to hell, friend," he answered.


这天夜里,蒙卡达将军打算逃出马孔多的时候被捕;他事先写好了一封给奥雷连诺上校的长信,信中提到了他俩想使战争变得更加人道的共同心愿,并且希望他在对军阀的腐败和两党政客的野心的斗争中,取得最后胜利。第二天,奥雷连诺上校就跟蒙卡达将军在乌苏娜的宅千里共进午餐了,因为将军是拘押在这儿,等待革命军事法庭决定他的命运的。这是一次友好的聚会。然而,当两个敌对者忘掉战争、回忆住事的时候,乌苏娜摆脱不了一种阴暗的感觉:他的儿子是象强盗一样回国的。他带着人数很多的卫队刚一跨进宅子的门槛,她就产生了这种感觉,因为卫队士兵为了弄清有没有什么危险,把所有的房间都翻了个底儿朝天。奥雷连诺上校不但允许这么干,而且用不容反驳的声调发出命令,在房子周围没有安好哨兵之前,不准住任何人(甚至乌苏娜)靠近他。他身上穿着没有任何等级标志的粗布军服,脚上穿着污泥和凝血弄脏的高统马靴。挂在腰边的大口径手枪皮套是解开钮扣的,在他那一直紧张地握着枪柄的手指上,可以看出他的眼神里流露的那种警觉和决心。他的头现在已有明显的秃顶,仿佛在文火上烤干了。加勒比海咸水浸过的面孔,已经象金属那样硬梆梆的。他在用干劲来抵御不可避免的衰老,而这种干劲跟他内心的冷酷有密切的关系。现在,他显得比从前更高、更苍白、更瘦了,第一次使人看出,他在尽量压抑对亲人的感情。“我的灭,”不安的乌苏娜想道。“他象一个啥事都千得出来的人啦!”他确实成了这样的人。他带给阿玛兰塔的阿兹特克披中,他在餐桌边的回忆,他所讲的奇闻趣事,只是使人稍微想起昔日的奥雷连诺。还没来得及把花者葬人公墓,他就指示罗克·卡尼瑟洛上校赶紧成立军事法庭,自己却去开始进行繁重而激烈的改革,以便彻底摧毁保守制度摇摇欲坠的大厦。“咱们必须赶在自由党政客们前面,”他向自己的助手们说。“当他们最终用清醒的眼光看待周围的现实时,一切都已干好了。”正是这个时候,他决定重新审核最近五年间登记的土地所有权,而已发现了法律认可的、他的哥哥霍·阿卡蒂奥掠夺的土地。他大笔一挥就注销了登记。接着,为了表示最后的礼貌,他把一切事情延搁了一个小时,去向雷贝卡说明自己的决定。
这个孤伶伶的寡妇往日曾经知道他那隐秘的爱情,而且她的顽强救过他的命;但在晦暗的客厅里,上校觉得她简直象个幽灵。这个女人裹着一件长到脚边的黑衣服,早已心灰意冷,大概一点也不知道战争的情况。他觉得,她的骨骼发出的磷光透过了皮肤,她就在充满磷火的空气中浮动了;在这水潭一样凝滞的空气里,还感觉得到轻微的火药味。奥雷连诺上校首先劝她节袁,打开窗子,为霍·阿卡蒂奥之死原谅别人。可是,雷贝卡已不需要空虚的、尘世的欢乐。她曾在泥土的酸涩气味中寻求欢乐,在皮埃特罗·克列斯比洒了香水的信中寻求欢乐,在丈夫的床上寻求欢乐,但都枉然,最后才在这座房子里得到宁静;在这里,在她的遇想中,往日的形象重新变成了活人,经常在与世隔绝的房间里徘徊。雷贝卡仰身靠在柳条摇椅里,仔细地审视着奥雷连诺上校,仿佛他是一个鬼怪;听说霍·阿卡蒂奥侵占的土地将要归还原主,她也没有表现任何激动。
“你愿咋办就咋办,奥雷连诺,”她叹口气说。“你不爱自己的亲人,我一直这么认为,现在看来我井没弄错。”
土地所有权的重新审核和军事法庭的审理是同时进行的,法庭由格休列尔多·马克斯上校主持,处决了所有被俘的政府军军官。最后审讯的是霍塞。 拉凯尔·蒙卡达将军。乌苏娜为他辩护。“他是我们马孔多最好的一个镇长,”她向奥雷连诺上校说。“我不用说他的好心肠,不用说他对咱们家的热爱,因为你知道得比谁都清楚。”奥雷连诺上校谴责地瞥了她一眼。
“我无权裁决,”他回答说。“如果你有什么要说,就向军事法庭说吧。”
乌苏娜不仅亲自出动,还把在马孔多出生的那些起义军官的母亲带来作证。这些最老的市镇居民——其中一些甚至参加过翻山越岭的大胆的进军——一个接一个地夸奖蒙卡达将军的美德。乌苏娜是这支队伍里的最后一名。她那悲伤而尊严的神情,她那名字的分量,她那话里的信心,使得审判的天秤迟疑了片刻。“你们玩弄这种恐怖的把戏是很认真的,你们做得对嘛,因为你们在履行自己的职责,”她向法庭成员们说,“可是你们不要忘记:只要我们活在世上,我们就是你们的母亲,你们无论多么革命,一旦不尊重我们,我们都有权脱下你们的裤子,用皮带狠狠地抽。”法庭成员退下去商量的时候,这些话还在已经变成营房的教室里发出回声。
半夜,霍塞·拉凯尔·蒙卡达将军被判死刑。尽管乌苏娜强烈谴责,奥雷连诺上校仍然拒绝减轻刑罚。天亮之前不久,他在往常当作囚室的房间里探望了判处死刑的人。
“记住,老朋友,”奥雷连诺上校向他说。“不是我要枪毙你。是革命要枪毙你。”
蒙卡达将军看见他进屋的时候,甚至没从床上站起身来。
“见鬼去吧,朋友,”他回答。
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