世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第11章Part 3

She believed it, even though they were sitting at the long table with a linen tablecloth and silver service to have a cup of watered chocolate and a sweet bun. Until the day of her wedding she dreamed about a legendary kingdom, in spite of the fact that her father, Don Fernando, had to mortgage the house in order to buy her trousseau. It was not innocence or delusions of grandeur. That was how they had brought her up. Since she had had the use of reason she remembered having done her duty in a gold pot with the family crest on it. She left the house for the first time at the age of twelve in a coach and horses that had to travel only two blocks to take her to the convent. Her classmates were surprised that she sat apart from them in a chair with a very high back and that she would not even mingle with them during recess. "She's different," the nuns would explain. "She's going to be a queen." Her schoolmates believed this because she was already the most beautiful, distinguished, and discreet girl they had ever seen. At the end of eight years, after having learned to write Latin poetry, play the clavichord, talk about falconry with gentlemen and apologetics, with archbishops, discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers and affairs of God with the Pope, she returned to her parents' home to weave funeral wreaths. She found it despoiled. All that was left was the furniture that was absolutely necessary, the silver candelabra and table service, for the everyday utensils had been sold one by one to underwrite the costs of her education. Her mother had succumbed to five-o'clock fever. Her father, Don Fernando, dressed in black with a stiff collar and a gold watch chain, would give her a silver coin on Mondays for the household expenses, and the funeral wreaths finished the week before would be taken away. He spent most of his time shut up in his study and the few times that he went out he would return to recite the rosary with her. She had intimate friendships with no one. She had never heard mention of the wars that were bleeding the country. She continued her piano lessons at three in the afternoon. She had even began to lose the illusion of being a queen when two peremptory raps of the knocker sounded at the door and she opened it to a well--groomed military officer with ceremonious manners who had a scar on his cheek and a gold medal on his chest. He closeted himself with her father in the study. Two hours later her father came to get her in the sewing room. "Get your things together," he told her. "You have to take a long trip." That was how they took her to Macon-do. In one single day, with a brutal slap, life threw on top of her the whole weight of a reality that her parents had kept hidden from her for many years. When she returned home she shut herself up in her room to weep, indifferent to Don Fernando's pleas and explanations as he tried to erase the scars of that strange joke. She had sworn to herself never to leave her bedroom until she died when Aureli-ano Segun-do came to get her. It was an act of impossiblefate, because in the confusion of her indignation, in the fury of her shame, she had lied to him so that he would never know her real identity. The only real clues that Aureli-ano Segun-do had when he left to look for her were her unmistakable highland accent and her trade as a weaver of funeral wreaths. He searched for her without cease. With the fierce temerity with which José Arcadio Buendía had crossed the mountains to found Macon-do, with the blind pride with which Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had undertaken his fruitless wars, with the mad tenacity with which úrsula watched over the survival of the line, Aureli-ano Segun-do looked for Fernanda, without a single moment of respite. When he asked where they sold funeral wreaths they took him from house to house so that he could choose the best ones. When he asked for the most beautiful woman who had ever been seen on this earth, all the women brought him their daughters. He became lost in misty byways, in times reserved for oblivion, in labyrinths of disappointment. He crossed a yellow plain where the echo repeated one's thoughts and where anxiety brought on premonitory mirages. After sterile weeks he came to an unknown city where all the bells were tolling a dirge. Although he had never seen them and no one had ever described them to him he immediately recognized the walls eaten away by bone salt, the brokendown wooden balconies gutted by fungus, and nailed to the outside door, almost erased by rain, the saddest cardboard sign in the world: Funeral Wreaths for Sale. From that moment until the icy morning when Fernanda left her house under the care of the Mother Superior there was barely enough time for the nuns to sew her trousseau and in six trunks put the candelabra, the silver service, and the gold chamber-pot along with the countless and useless remains of a family catastrophe that had been two centuries late in its fulfillment. Don Fernando declined the invitation to go along. He promised to go later when he had cleared up his affairs, and from the moment when he gave his daughter his blessing he shut himself up in his study again to write out the announcements with mournful sketches and the family coat of arms, which would be the first human contact that Fernanda and her father would have had in all their lives. That was the real date of her birth for her. For Aureli-ano Segun-do it was almost simultaneously the beginning and the end of happiness.
Fernanda carried a delicate calendar with small golden keys on which her spiritual adviser had marked in purple ink the dates of venereal abstinence. Not counting Holy week, Sundays, holy days of obligation, first Fridays, retreats, sacrifices, and cyclical impediments, her effective year was reduced to forty-two days that were spread out through a web of purple crosses. Aureli-ano Segun-do, convinced that time would break up that hostile network, prolonged the wedding celebration beyond the expected time. Tired of throwing out so many empty brandy and champagne bottles so that they would not clutter up the house and at the same time intrigued by the fact that the newlyweds slept at different times and in separate rooms while the fireworks and music and the slaughtering of cattle went on, úrsula remembered her own experience and wondered whether Fer-nanda might have a chastity belt too which would sooner or later provoke jokes in the town and give rise to a tragedy. But Fernanda confessed to her that she was just letting two weeks go by before allowing the first contact with her husband. Indeed, when the period was over, she opened her bedroom with a resignation worthy of an expiatory victim and Aureli-ano Segun-do saw the most beautiful woman on earth, with her glorious eyes of a frightened animal and her long, copper-colored hair spread out across the pillow. He was so fascinated with that vision that it took him a moment to realize that Fernanda was wearing a white nightgown that reached down to her ankles, with long sleeves and with a large, round buttonhole, delicately trimmed, at the level of her lower stomach. Aureli-ano Segun-do could not suppress an explosion of laughter.
"That's the most obscene thing I've ever seen in my life," he shouted with a laugh that rang through the house. "I married a Sister of Charity."

菲兰达相信她的说法，虽然她们坐在铺着亚麻布桌布、摆着银制餐具的长桌旁边，可是每人通常只有一杯巧克力茶和一个甜面包。菲兰达直到结婚之日都在幻想传奇的王国，尽管她的父亲唐（注：西班牙人用的尊称，含义为先生）。 菲兰达为了给她购置嫁妆，不得不把房子抵押出去。这种幻想不是由于天真或者狂妄产生的，而是由于家庭教育。从菲兰达记事的时候起，她就经常在刻着家徽的金便盆里撒尿。满十二岁时，她第一次离家去修道院学校上学，家里的人竟让她坐上一辆轻便马车，虽然距离只有两个街区。班上的同学觉得奇怪的是，她独个儿坐在一把远离大家的高背椅子上，甚至课间休息时也不跟大家在一起。“她跟你们不同，”一个修女向她们解释。“她会成为一个女王。”她的女同学们相信这一点，因为当时她已经是个最美丽、最高贵、最文雅的姑娘，是她们从来没有见过的。过了八年，她已学会：写拉丁文诗歌，弹旧式钢琴，跟绅士们谈论鹰猎，跟大主教畅谈护教学（注：基督教神学的一个部门）跟外国执政者议论国务，跟教皇讨论宗教事务；然后回到父母家中，重新开始编织花圈。她发现家中已经空空如也。房子里只剩下最必要的家具、枝形烛台和银制餐具，其余的东西都已逐渐卖掉——因为需要为她缴纳学费。她的母亲已经
患寒热病死了。父亲唐。 菲兰达穿着硬领黑衣服，胸前挂着金表链，每星期一都给她一枚银币作为家庭开销，把她在一星期中编织的花圈带走。大多数日子他都关在书房里，偶尔进城，总在六时以前赶回家中，跟女儿一起祈祷。菲兰达从来不跟任何人交往，从没听说国家正在经历流血的战争，从没停止倾听每天的钢琴声。她已经失去了成为女王的希望，有一天忽然听到有人在门坏上急促地敲了两下：菲兰达给一个穿著考究的军官开了门；这人恭恭敬敬，脸颊上有一块伤疤，胸前有一块金质奖章。他和她父亲在书房里呆了一阵。过了两小时，唐·菲兰达就到她的房间里来了。“准备吧，”他说。“你得去作远途旅行啦。”他们就这样把她送到了马孔多；在那儿，她一下子碰到了她的父母向她隐瞒了多年的严酷的现实。从那儿回家以后，她呆在自己的房间里哭了半天，不顾唐·菲兰达的恳求和解释，因为他想医治空前的侮辱给她的心灵造成的创伤。菲兰达已经决定至死不离自己的卧室，奥雷连诺第二却来找她了。他大概运气好，因为菲兰达在羞恼之中，为了使他永不可能知道她的真正身份，是向他撒了谎的。奥雷连诺第二去寻找她的时候，仅仅掌握了两个可靠的特征：她那山地人的特殊口音和编织花圈的职业。他毫不惜力地寻找她，一分钟也不泄
气地寻找她，象霍·阿·布恩蓓亚翻过山岭、建立马孔多村那么蛮勇，象奥雷连诺上校进行无益的战争那么盲目骄傲，象乌苏娜争取本族的生存那么顽强。他向人家打听哪几出售花圈，人家就领着他从一个店铺到另一个店铺，让他能够挑选最好的花圈。他向人家打听哪儿有世间最美的女人，所有的母亲都带他去见自己的女儿。他在雾茫茫的峡谷里游荡，在往事的禁区里徘徊，在绝望的迷宫里摸索。他经过黄橙橙的沙漠，那里的回声重复了他的思想，焦急的心情产生了幢幢幻象。经过几个星期毫无结果的寻找，他到了一座陌生的城市，那里所有的钟都在敲着丧钟。尽管他从没见过这些钟，根本没有听到过它们的声音，但他立即认出了北风侵蚀的墙垣、腐朽发黑的木阳台、门上钉着的一块纸板，纸板上写着几乎被雨水冲掉的、世上最凄凉的字儿：“出售花圈。”从这一时刻起，直到菲兰达在女修道院长照顾下永远离开家庭的那个冰冷的早晨，相隔的时间很短，修女们好不容易给菲兰达缝好了嫁妆，用六口箱子装上了枝形烛台、银质餐具、金便盆，此外还有长达两个世纪的家庭灾难中留下的许多废物。唐·菲兰达拒绝了陪送女儿的建议，他答应，偿清了一切债务，稍抠一些就去马孔多；于是，给女儿祝福之后，他马上又关在书房里了，后来，他从书房
里给她寄去一封封短信，信纸上有惨淡的小花饰和族徽——这些信函建立了父女之间的某种精神联系。对菲兰达来说，离家的日子成了她真正诞生的日子。对奥音连诺第二来说，这一天几乎同时成了他幸福的开端和结束。
菲兰达带来了一份印有金色小花朵的日历，她的忏悔神父在日历里用紫色墨水标明了夫妻同床的禁忌日子。除了圣洁周（注：复活节前的一周年）、礼拜日、每月第一个星期五、弥撒日、斋戒日、祭祀日以及患病的日子，在蛛网一般的紫色××中，一年只剩四十二夭有用的日子了，奥雷连诺第二相信时间能够破坏这种蛛网，就不顾规矩延长婚期。香摈酒和白兰地酒空瓶子是那么多，乌苏娜为了不让它们堆满屋子，不得不没完没了地往外扔，搞得厌烦极了，但她同时觉得奇怪，新婚夫妇总在不同的时刻和不同的房间睡觉，而鞭炮声禾口乐曲声却没停息，杀猪宰羊仍在继续，于是她就想起了自己的经验，询问菲兰达是否也有“贞洁裤”，因为它迟早会在镇上引起笑话，造成悲剧。然而菲兰达表示，她只等待婚礼过了两周就跟大夫第一次同寝。的确，这个期限一过，她就打开了自己的卧室门，准备成为赎罪的牺牲品了，奥雷连诺第二也就看见了世间最美的女人，她那明亮的眼睛活象惊恐的扁角鹿，铜色的长发披散在枕头上。奥雷连诺第二被这种景象弄得神魂颠倒，过了一会才发现，菲兰达穿着一件长及脚踝的白色睡衣，袖子颇长，跟肚腹下部一般高的地方，有一个纱得十分精巧的又大又圆的窟窿。奥雷连诺第二忍不住哈哈大笑。
“这是我生乎见到的最讨厌的玩意儿了，”他的笑声响彻了整座房子。“我娶了个修女啦。”