婴儿已不在摇篮里了。刹那间,一阵喜悦涌上奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚的心头——他想,也许阿玛兰塔·乌苏娜从死亡中复活过来,把儿子领去照顾了。可是,她依然躺在被子下面,僵硬得像一大块石头。奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚还依稀记得,他回到家里时,卧室的门是开着的。他穿过早晨散发着牛至草香味的长廊,走进餐厅,只见分娩以后,那只大锅,那条血迹班斑的垫被,那 The baby is no longer in the cradle. Suddenly, joy came to Orea Brono’s heart - he thought maybe Amaranta Usuna had risen from his death and took his son to take care of it. However, she still lies under the quilt, stiff as a large stone. Oreneliano Baudtina vaguely remembered that when he returned home, the door to the bedroom was open. He walked through the corridor of oregano scented grass in the morning and walked into the restaurant. After that, he saw the cauldron and the mat of blood stains, that