Gerineldo Márquez. They
were not sad. They seemed
more disturbed by the crowd
that was shouting all kinds of
insults at the troops.
My son! Úrsula shouted inthe midst of the uproar, and
she slapped the soldier who
tried to hold her back. The
officers horse reared. Then
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
stopped, tremulous, avoided
the arms of his mother, and