世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第4章Part 1

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THE NEW HOUSE, white, like a dove, was inaugurated with a dance. úrsula had got that idea from the afternoon when she saw Rebeca and Amaranta changed into adolescents, and it could almost have been said that the main reason behind the construction was a desire to have a proper place for the girls to receive visitors. In order that nothing would be lacking in splendor she worked like a galley slave as the repairs were under way, so that before they were finished she had ordered costly necessities for the decorations, the table service, and the marvelous invention that was to arouse the astonishment of the town and the jubilation of the young people: the pianola. They delivered it broken down, packed in several boxes that were unloaded along with the Viennese furniture, the Bohemian crystal, the table service from the Indies Company, the tablecloths from Holland, and a rich variety of lamps and candlesticks, hangings and drapes. The import house sent along at its own expense an Italian expert, Pietro Crespi, to assemble and tune the pianola, to instruct the purchasers in its functioning, and to teach them how to dance the latest music printed on its six paper rolls.
Pietro Crespi was young and blond, the most handsome and well mannered man who had ever been seen in Macondo, so scrupulous in his dress that in spite of the suffocating heat he would work in his brocade vest and heavy coat of dark cloth. Soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of the house, he spent several weeks shut up is the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silverwork. One morning, without opening the door, without calling anyone to witness the miracle, he placed the first roll in the pianola and the tormenting hammering and the constant noise of wooden lathings ceased in a silence that was startled at the order and neatness of the music. They all ran to the parlor. José Arcadio Buendía was as if struck by lightning, not because of the beauty of the melody, but because of the automatic working of the keys of the pianola, and he set up Melquíades' camera with the hope of getting a daguerreotype of the invisible player. That day the Italian had lunch with them. Rebeca and Amaranta, serving the table, were intimidated by the way in which the angelic man with pale and ringless hands manipulated the utensils. In the living room, next to the parlor, Pietro Crespi taught them how to dance. He showed them the steps without touching them, keeping time with a metronome, under the friendly eye of úrsula, who did not leave the room for a moment while her daughters had their lesson. Pietro Crespi wore special pants on those days, very elastic and tight, and dancing slippers, "You don't have to worry so much," José Arcadio Buendía told her. "The man's a fairy." But she did not leave off her vigilance until the apprenticeship was over and the Italian left Macondo. Then they began to organize the party. úrsula drew up a strict guest list, in which the only ones invited were the descendants of the founders, except for the family of Pilar Ternera, who by then had had two more children by unknown fathers. It was truly a highclass list, except that it was determined by feelings of friendship, for those favored were not only the oldest friends of José Arcadio Buendía's house since before they undertook the exodus and the founding of Macondo, but also their sons and grandsons, who were the constant companions of Aureliano and Arcadio since infancy, and their daughters, who were the only ones who visited the house to embroider with Rebeca and Amaranta. Don Apolinar Moscote, the benevolent ruler whose activity had been reduced to the maintenance from his scanty resources of two policemen armed with wooden clubs, was a figurehead. In older to support the household expenses his daughters had opened a sewing shop, where they made felt flowers as well as guava delicacies, and wrote love notes to order. But in spite of being modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in Iowa, and the most skilled at the new dances, they did not manage to be considered for the party.
While úrsula and the girls unpacked furniture, polished silverware, and hung pictures of maidens in boats full of roses, which gave a breath of new life to the naked areas that the masons had built, José Arcadio Buendía stopped his pursuit of the image of God, convinced of His nonexistence, and he took the pianola apart in order to decipher its magical secret. Two days before the party, swamped in a shower of leftover keys and hammers, bungling in the midst of a mixup of strings that would unroll in one direction and roll up again in the other, he succeeded in a fashion in putting the instrument back together. There had never been as many surprises and as much dashing about as in those days, but the new pitch lamps were lighted on the designated day and hour. The house was opened, still smelling of resin and damp whitewash, and the children and grandchildren of the founders saw the porch with ferns and begonias, the quiet rooms, the garden saturated with the fragrance of the roses, and they gathered together in the parlor, facing the unknown invention that had been covered with a white sheet. Those who were familiar with the piano, popular in other towns in the swamp, felt a little disheartened, but more bitter was úrsula's disappointment when she put in the first roll so that Amaranta and Rebeca could begin the dancing and the mechanism did not work. Melquíades, almost blind by then, crumbling with decrepitude, used the arts of his timeless wisdom in an attempt to fix it. Finally José Arcadio Buendía managed, by mistake, to move a device that was stuck and the music came out, first in a burst and then in a flow of mixed-up notes. Beating against the strings that had been put in without order or concert and had been tuned with temerity, the hammers let go. But the stubborn descendants of the twenty-one intrepid people who plowed through the mountains in search of the sea to the west avoided the reefs of the melodic mix-up and the dancing went on until dawn.

第四章
白得象鸽子的新宅落成之后，举行了一次庆祝舞会。扩建房屋的事是乌苏娜那天下午想到的，因为她发现雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔都已成了大姑娘。其实，大兴土木的主要原因就是希望有个合适的地方便于姑娘们接待客人。为了出色地实现自己的愿望，乌苏娜活象个做苦工的女人，在修建过程中一直艰苦地劳动，甚至在房屋竣工之前，她就靠出售糖果和面包赚了那么多伪钱，以便能够定购许多稀罕和贵重的东西，用作房屋的装饰和设备，其中有一件将会引起全镇惊讶和青年们狂欢的奇异发明一自动钢琴。钢琴是拆放在几口箱子里运到的，一块儿运采的有维也纳家具、波希米亚水晶玻璃器皿、西印度公司餐具、荷兰桌布，还有许多各式各样的灯具、烛台、花瓶、窗帷和地毯。供应这些货色的商号自费派来了一名意大利技师皮埃特罗·克列斯比，由他负责装配和调准钢琴，指导买主如何使用，并且教他们随着六卷录音带上的流行歌曲跳舞。
皮埃特罗·克列斯比是个头发淡黄的年轻小伙子，马孔多还不曾见过这样漂亮、端庄的男人。他那么注重外表，即使在闷热的天气下工作，也不脱掉锦缎坎肩和黑色厚呢上装。他在客厅里关了几个星期，经常大汗淋淋，全神倾注地埋头工作，就象奥雷连诺干活那样。在房主人面前，他却保持着恰如其分的距离。有一天早晨，皮埃特罗·克列斯比没有打开客厅的门，也没叫任何人来观看奇迹，就把第一卷录音带插入钢琴，讨厌槌子敲击声和经久不息的噪音都突然停止了，在静谧中奇异地响起了和谐和纯正的乐曲。大家跑进客厅。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚惊得发呆，但他觉得奇异的不是美妙的旋律，而是琴键的自动起落。他甚至在房间里安好了梅尔加德斯的照相机，打算把看不见的钢琴手拍摄下来。这天早晨，意大利人跟全家一起进餐。这个天使般的人，双手白皙，没戴戒指，异常老练地使用着刀叉，照顾用膳的雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔一见就有点惊异。在客厅隔壁的大厅里，皮埃特罗·克列斯比开始教她们跳舞。他并不跟姑娘们接触，只用节拍器打着拍子，向她们表演各种舞步；乌苏娜却在旁边彬彬有礼地监视；女儿们学习跳舞的时候，她一分钟也没离开房间。在这些日子里，皮埃特罗·克列斯比穿上了舞鞋和紧绷绷的特殊裤子。“你不必那么担心，”霍·阿·布恩蒂亚对妻子说，“因为这人象个娘儿们。”可是，在舞蹈训练结束、意大利人离开马孔多之后，乌苏娜才离开了自己的岗位，接着开始了庆祝的准备工作。乌苏娜拟了一份很有限的客人名单，其中仅仅包括马孔多建村者的家庭成员，皮拉·苔列娜一家人却不在内，因为这时她又跟不知什么男人生了两个儿子。实际上，客人是按门第挑选的，虽然也是由友情决定的：因为被邀请的人都是远征和马孔多建村之前霍·阿·布恩蒂亚家的老朋友和他们的后代；而这些后代从小就是奥雷连诺和阿卡蒂奥的密友，或者是跟雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔一块儿绣花的姑娘。阿·摩斯柯特先生是个温和的镇长，他的权力纯粹是有名无实的，他干的事情就是靠自己的一点儿钱养着两名用木棒武装起来的警察。为了弥补家庭开销，他的女儿们开设了一家缝纫店，同时制作假花和番石榴糖果，甚至根据特殊要求代写情书。尽管这些姑娘朴实、勤劳，是镇上最漂亮的，新式舞比谁都跳得得好，可是她们却没列入舞会客人的名单。
乌苏娜、阿玛兰塔和雷贝卡拆出裹着的家具，把银器洗刷干净，而且为了在泥瓦匠砌成的光秃秃的墙壁上增加生气，到处挂起了蔷薇船上的少女图；这时，霍·阿·布恩蒂亚却不再继续追踪上帝的影象，相信上帝是不存在的，而且拆开了自动钢琴，打算识破它那不可思议的秘密。在庆祝舞会之前的两天，他埋在不知哪儿弄来的一大堆螺钉和小槌子里，在乱七八糟的弦线中间瞎忙一气，这些弦线呀，刚从一端把它们伸直，它们立刻又从另一端卷了起来。他好不容易才把乐器重新装配好。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚家里还从来不曾这么忙乱过，但是新的煤油灯正好在规定的日子和规定的时刻亮了。房子还有焦油味和灰浆味，就开了门。马孔多老居民的子孙参观了摆着欧洲碳和秋海棠的长廊，观看了暂时还寂静无声的一间间卧室，欣赏了充满玫瑰芳香的花园，然后簇拥在客厅里用白罩单遮住的一个神奇宝贝周围。自动钢琴在沼泽地带的其他城镇是相当普及的，那些已经见过这种乐器的人就觉得有点扫兴，然而最失望的是乌苏娜：她把第一卷录音带放进钢琴，想让雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔婆娑起舞，钢琴却不动了。梅尔加德斯几乎已经双目失明，衰老已极，却想用往日那种神奇的本事把钢琴修好。最后，霍·阿·布恩蒂亚完全偶然地移动了一下卡住的零件，钢琴就发出了乐曲声，开头是咔嗒咔嗒的声音，然后却涌出混乱不堪的曲调。在随便绷紧、胡乱调好的琴弦上，一个个小槌子不住地瞎敲。可是，翻山越岭寻找过海洋的二十一个勇士顽固的后代，没去理睬杂乱无章的乐曲。舞会一直继续到了黎明。