The condemned / Blasco Ibáñez
Vicente Blasco Ibañez
Monday, March 28, 2011
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THE CONDEMNED
Fourteen months had Rafael in the narrow cell. ¬ world was to do the four walls of a sad white bone, cracking and chipping which he knew by heart, his sun was the highest wicket, cru ¬ Zado by iron; and soil in eight steps, barely half was theirs, because of this outrageous and gaudy chain, which ring, in ¬ crustaceans in the ankle, had come almost to amalgamate with their flesh.
was sentenced to death, while in Madrid last leafed through the squares of the process, he spent months and months there buried alive, as animated rotting corpse in the coffin of mortar, looking like a bad temporary, it would end other elders, who arrived soon when they squeezed her neck, ending it all at once.
What bothered him most was the cleanliness, that land, swept to ¬ day two well-scrubbed, to moisture seeping through the mat, you get into the bones, those walls, where no stop was left not a speck of dust. So the company took away the dirt to the inmate. Complete solitude. If rats entered there, would have the consolation from the little food with them and talk as good companions, and if the corners had found a spider would have been entertaining acoustic dome.
not wanted in that grave other than his own life. One day, I remembered how Raphael, a sparrow came to the gate which naughty boy. The Bohemian of light and space piaba as expressing surprise at seeing him down there that poor be yellowish and thin, shivering with cold in summer, with a few pa ¬ Nuel temples knotted rag rug and adhered to the kidneys. She must have anguished scare that face pale, white paper with chewing, it caused fear the strange red skin robe, and ran, shaking his feathers to get rid of the reek of rotting wool burial and exhaled the gate.
The only sound of life was that of fellow prisoners who were walking through the courtyard. Those, at least, saw open sky above their heads, not swallowing air through a loophole, they had no legs and lacked free to talk to. Until he was in there the de ¬ grace its gradations. The eternal human discontent was guessed by Rafael. I envied him for the yard, considering its status as one of the most desirable, prisoners envied the outside, who enjoyed freedom and that those hours along the streets, perhaps not considered satisfied with their Fortunately, ¬ ambitions do who knows what else! ... So good that is freedom! ... Mere ¬ cyan be imprisoned.
He was on the top step of misfortune. Tried to escape by piercing the ground in a fit of desperation, and surveil ¬ lance incessant weighed on him and threatening. If you sing, you impo ¬ nian silence. He wanted to have fun monotonous hum praying the prayers his mother taught him and remembered only fragments, and made him silent. Is it crazy trying to pretend? Let's see, a lot of silence. We wanted to keep healthy whole body and spirit for the vegeta ¬ meat did not trade go faulty.
Loco! I did not want to be, but the confinement, immobility and low ranch and bad that ended with him. He had hallucinations, and some nights, when he closed his eyes, annoyed by the light regulation, which in fourteen months had been accustomed, he was tormented by the bizarre idea that during sleep your enemies, those who wanted to kill him and did not know , had become stomach upside down, so tormented him with cruel jabs.
the day I always thought in the past, but with memory as ex ¬ travian, who believed the story of another review.
remembered his return to small town home after his first season prison for certain injuries, his popularity around the district, the concurrence of the tavern on the plaza admiring enthusiastically
"How stupid is Raphael!" The best girl people decided to be his wife out of fear and respect than affection, the City Council flattered him, giving rural gun stores, spurring their brutality ¬ nity for the employee in the elections, ruled unimpeded throughout the term, had the others, the side of falling into a fist, until they tired, took refuge from a bully who had just arrived also in prison, and placed it against Rafael.
Christ! The professional pride was at stake: they had to scalp a individual who took away the bread. And as an inevitable consequence, came forward to stalking, accurate shotgun and top it with the butt to kick and scream no more.
In short: guy stuff! And as final, jail, where ¬ Tro find old friends, and the trial, in which all those who previously feared avenged the fears that had been declared against him: the terrible sentence and those damn fourteen months to arrive in Madrid awaiting death, for what was expected, no doubt, came by wagon.
did not lack courage. I thought of Juan Portela, the handsome co ¬ Stephen Francis, all those brave champions whose exploits, chronicled in romance, had listened with enthusiasm, and was recognized with both caul like them to face the last moment. But a few nights jumping
backpack and shot by hidden spring, rattling his chain rattling sad. Cried like a child, while he regretted, wanting to unnecessarily stifle her moans. Was another who screamed into it, another which until then had not known that he was scared and whimpering, not ease until ¬ Dose drank half a dozen cups of hot beverage that carob and figs in the prison called coffee. Rafael Del
old who wanted the death to end soon there was only the wrapper. The newly formed within that tomb, thought with terror that they were about fourteen months, and necessarily was near the end. Willingly be content to spend another fourteen in that misery.
was suspicious, he sensed that the misfortune was drawing near to the saw ¬ das parts: the curious faces peered at the little window of the door ¬ ta, in the care of the prison, which now came every afternoon, as if the infected cell was the best place to talk to a man and smoking a cigarette. Bad, bad!
questions could not be more disturbing. What if it was a good Christian? Yes, father. He respected the priests, had never missed as well, and the family had to say, all his men had gone to the mountains to defend the rightful king, because they control the village priest. And to assert their Christianity, drew from the tatters of the breast a dirty deck of scapulars and medals.
Then the priest spoke of Jesus, who, with the Son of God, had been in a situation similar to yours, and this ¬ enthusiasm enthusiasm compared to the poor devil. How much honor! ... But, although flattered by that similarity, I wanted to be done as late as possible.
came the day that broke upon him like a terrible thunder no ¬ tice. Lo de Madrid was over. Came death, but at high speed, by telegraph.
By telling an employee that his wife, the girl who was born while he was in prison, the prison was about asking him, did not hesitate now. When it left the village, is that the thing was over.
I did think about the pardon, and clung fiercely to the last hope of all the unfortunate. Have not reached other? Why does not it? In addition, it cost nothing that good lady of Madrid li ¬ brarle life: it was a matter of taking a Firmicus.
And all the official burial of curiosity or out of duty to visit him: lawyers, priests and journalists, I asked, trembling and pleading, as if they could save:
- What do you think? "Pour Firmicus?
The next day he would lead his people, bound and guarded, like a brave response to the slaughter. The executioner was already there with their stuff. And awaiting the departure time to see it, spent hours on the door of the jail the woman, a brunette Bouncers, thick lips and knit brows, that, when moving your hollow faldamenta of petticoats overlapping spreading a pungent smell of the barn.
was as amazed to be there, in his look silly leíase more astonishment than grief, and only to look at the creature clinging to his massive chest shed some tears.
- Lord! What a disgrace to the family! I knew it end like that man! I wish the girl had never been born!
jail's priest tried to comfort her. Resignation. He could still find, after a widow, a man who made more happy. This seemed to inflame, and even got to talk to her first boyfriend, a nice guy, who retired for fear of Raphael and now approaching her in the village and fields, as if to say something.
"No, men are not lacking," he said quietly with an attempted smile. But I'm very Christian, and if I take another man, I want it as God intended.
And noting the look of astonishment of the priest and employees of the door, back to reality, resuming his hard cry.
the evening came the news. Yes he had Firmicus. Rafael lady who imagined back in Madrid with all the splendor and ornaments that the Eternal Father has on the altar, overcome by telegrams and prayers, prolonged the life of the convicted.
The pardon was in jail a hell of noise, as if each of prisoners had been ordered released.
-Hail, woman, "said the priest rake in women from Tado ¬ indulgence. And do not kill your husband, you will not be a widow.
The girl remained silent, as if he fought with ideas that were developed in his brain to slow clumsy.
"Well, he finally said quietly. And when will it?
- Out! ... Are you crazy? Never. Now you can be satisfied with life saving. Go to Africa, as is young and strong, yet might live twenty years. For the first time
wife wept with all her heart, but her tears were not sad, it was of despair, rage.
"Come, woman," said the priest, irritably. It is tempting God. I have saved my life, do you understand? No longer condemned to death ... And yet you complain? He cut his tears
the Bouncers. His eyes shone with hate speech.
"Well ... not kill him, I'm glad. He is saved, but I what? ...
And, after a long pause, he said between moans that shook the meat brown and brutal burning incense
"Here, I am doomed. FIN
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