世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第6章Part 2

Before Arcadio had time to read she let go with the first blow of the lash. "I dare you to, murderer!" she shouted. "And kill me too, son of an evil mother. That way I won't have the eyes to weep for the shame of having raised a monster." Whipping him without mercy, she chased him to the back of the courtyard, where Arcadio curled up like a snail in its shell. Don Apolinar Moscote was unconscious, tied to the post where previously they had had the scarecrow that had been cut to pieces by shots fired in fun. The boys in the squad scattered, fearful that úrsula would go after them too. But she did not even look at them. She left Arcadio with his uniform torn, roaring with pain and rage, and she untied Don Apolinar Moscote and took him home. Before leaving the headquarters she released the prisoners from the stocks.
From that time on she was the one who ruled in the town. She reestablished Sunday masses, suspended the use of red armbands, and abrogated the harebrained decrees. But in spite of her strength, she still wept over her unfortunate fate. She felt so much alone that she sought the useless company of her husband, who had been forgotten under the chestnut tree. "Look what we've come to," she would tell him as the June rains threatened to knock the shelter down. "Look at the empty house, our children scattered all over the world, and the two of us alone again, the same as in the beginning." José Arcadio Buendía, sunk in an abyss of unawareness, was deaf to her lamentations. At the beginning of his madness he would announce his daily needs with urgent Latin phrases. In fleeting clear spells of lucidity, when Amaranta would bring him his meals he would tell her what bothered him most and would accept her sucking glasses and mustard plasters in a docile way. But at the time when úrsula went to lament by his side hehad lost all contact with reality. She would bathe him bit by bit as he sat on his stool while she gave him news of the family. "Aureliano went to war more than four months ago and we haven't heard anything about him," she would say, scrubbing his back with a soaped brush. "José Arcadio came back a big man, taller than you, and all covered with needle-work, but he only brought shame to our house." She thought she noticed, however, that her husband would grow sad with the bad news. Then she decided to lie to him. 'Rou won't believe what I'm going to tell you," she said as she threw ashes over his excrement in order to pick it up with the shovel. "God willed that José Arcadio and Rebeca should get married, and now they're very happy." She got to be so sincere in the deception that she ended up by consoling herself with her own lies. "Arcadio is a serious man now," she said, "and very brave, and a fine-looking young man with his uniform and saber." It was like speaking to a dead man, for José Arcadio Buendíawas already beyond the reach of any worry. But she insisted. He seemed so peaceful, so indifferent to everything that she decided to release him. He did not even move from his stool. He stayed there, exposed to the sun and the rain, as if the thongs were unnecessary, for a dominion superior to any visible bond kept him tied to the trunk of the chestnut tree. Toward August, when winter began to last forever, úrsula was finally able to give him a piece of news that sounded like the truth.
"Would you believe it that good luck is still pouring down on us?" she told him. "Amaranta and the pianola Italian are going to get married."

阿卡蒂奧還沒清醒過來，她已拿粗大的牛筋鞭給了他一下子。“你敢，殺人犯，”她喝道。“你也殺死我吧，你這婊子養的。那樣，我起碼用不着因爲喂大了你這個怪物而慚愧得流淚了。”她無情地追着阿卡蒂奧抽打，直到他躲在院中最遠的一個角落裏，象蝸牛似的蜷縮在那兒。綁在柱子上的阿·摩斯柯特先生已經失去知覺，在這之前，柱子上掛着一個被子彈打穿了許多窟窿的稻草人。行刑的小夥子們四散奔逃，生怕烏蘇娜也拿他們出氣。可她看都不看他們一眼。阿卡蒂奧的制服已經扯破，他又痛又惱，大聲狂叫；烏蘇娜把他撇在一邊，就去鬆開阿·摩斯柯特先生，領他回家。但在離開兵營之前，她把戴着腳鐐的犯人都給放了。
從這時起，烏蘇娜開始掌管這個市鎮。她恢復了星期日的彌撒，取消了紅色臂章，宣佈阿卡蒂奧輕率的命令無效。烏蘇娜雖然表現勇敢，心中卻悲嘆自己的命運。她感到自己那麼孤獨，就去找被忘在慄樹下的丈夫，向他無用地訴苦。“你瞧，咱們到了什麼地步啦，”她向他說；周圍是六月裏的雨聲，雨水很有沖毀棕櫚棚的危險。“咱們的房子空啦，兒女們四分五散啦，象最初那樣，又是咱們兩人了。”可是，霍·阿·布恩蒂亞精神錯亂，對她的抱怨聽而不聞。最初喪失理智的時候，他還用半通不通的拉丁語說說日常生活的需要。在短暫的神志清醒當中，阿瑪蘭塔給他送飲食來的時候，他還向她訴說自己最大的痛苦，順從地讓她給他撥火罐、抹芥末膏。可是，烏蘇娜開始到慄樹下來訴苦時，他已失去了跟現實生活的一切聯繫。他坐在板凳上，烏蘇娜一點一點地給他擦身，同時就談家裏的事。“奧雷連諾出去打仗，已經四個多月啦，我們一點都不知道他的消息，”她一面說，一面用抹了肥皂的刷子給丈夫擦背。“霍·阿卡蒂奧回來了，長得比你還高，全身刺滿了花紋，可他只給我們家丟臉。”她覺得壞消息會使丈夫傷心，於是決定向他撒謊。“你別相信我剛纔告訴你的話吧，”說着，她拿灰撒在他的糞便上，然後用鏟子把它鏟了起來。“感謝上帝，霍·阿卡蒂奧和雷貝卡結婚啦，現在他們挺幸福。”她學會了把假話說得十分逼真，自己也終於在捏造中尋得安慰。“阿卡蒂奧已經是個正經的人，很勇敢，穿上制服挺神氣，還配帶了一把軍刀。”這等於跟死人說話，因爲已經沒有什麼能使霍·阿·布恩蒂亞愉快和悲哀了。可是，烏蘇娜繼續跟丈夫嘮叨。他是那麼馴順，對一切都很冷淡，她就決定給他鬆綁。鬆了繩子的霍·阿·布恩蒂亞，在板凳上動都不動一下。他就那麼日曬雨淋，彷彿繩子沒有任何意義，因爲有一種比眼睛能夠看見的繩索更強大的力量把他拴在粟樹上。八月間，大家已經開始覺得戰爭將要永遠拖延下去的時候，烏蘇娜終於把她認爲真實的消息告訴了大夫。
“好運氣總是跟着咱們的，”她說。“阿瑪蘭塔和擺弄自動鋼琴的意大利人快要結婚啦！”