Al cuarto día salió el hombre, sonriente, con el pecho inflado, haciendo señal de triunfo. Los otros hombres lo recibieron con algarabía y demostraciones de respeto y admiración; luego buscaron algunas botellas que pasaron de mano en mano. Para ellos comenzaba la fiesta y la diversión. Al rato salió la chica, ojerorosa, débil y marchita, como si un fuerte huracán la hubiese arrastrado. En la mirada de las otras mujeres ardía el odio y el desprecio, y más que ayudarla, le dieron la espalda. Algunas llegaron a escupirle el rostro y le repitieron mil veces en la cara:

_¡Malinche, Malinche, hierba mala!

La muchacha permanecía callada, sufría valerosamente el insulto, avergonzando así a sus opresores.

En la noche, ebrios, los hombres le pidieron a las mujeres que bailaran para ellos y les sirvieran los tragos. Como estatuas, las mujeres se pararon pegadas a la pared con intención de no hacer nada. Al ver que los hombres arremeterían contra ellas, la chica joven comenzó a bailar y luego, a cada uno le dio de beber de una botella que llevaba guardada. Las otras mujeres no escatimaron ofensas, maldiciones e injurias:

_Malinche, Malinche, hierba mala -repetían como en un eco.

A la mañana siguiente, cuando los hombres no despertaron y las moscas ya comenzaban a revolotear sobre ellos, las otras mujeres se acercaron a la chica y la abrazaron, en señal de olvido y de disculpa. La joven no dijo nada, permaneció en silencio: conocía su cuerpo y sabía que dentro de ella la semilla estaba sembrada.

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HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA HISTORIA, AMIGOS

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They called her La Malinche
The enemy had razed everything to the ground. In the gloomy corners of the town, there remained the ravages of the cruel war. The women, the only survivors, crazed with grief, went from one side to the other shouting their sorrows:

They won't pay! They won't pay! Our god will take revenge!

The enemy laughed with laughter as they continued to destroy everything in their path. The one in front gave orders, while those behind looked like hungry wolves chasing their prey.

At that moment, the leader observed a swarm of women who had gathered around one of the trees. There the women were uttering pitiful cries and hugging each other. On his fine horse, the man approached the group and then pointed to one of the young women who looked at him in terror. The girl was very young and stood out for her beauty. One of the men who came on foot grabbed the young woman who put up a fight and defended herself with her nails and teeth. The other women also tried to help her, but it was impossible.

The one in front got off his fine horse, then carried the girl on his shoulders as if she were a sack of potatoes and put her in one of the ranches that was empty. There they stayed for three days: with their mornings, afternoons and nights, and although the screams of the young girl could be heard breaking the silence, nobody could do anything.
On the fourth day the man came out, smiling, with his chest puffed out, making a sign of triumph. The other men greeted him with a great cheer and demonstrations of respect and admiration; then they looked for some bottles that were passed from hand to hand. For them the party and the fun began. After a while, the girl came out of the room, haggard, weak and withered, as if she had been swept away by a strong hurricane. Hatred and contempt burned in the eyes of the other women, and rather than help her, they turned their backs on her. Some went so far as to spit in her face and repeated a thousand times in her face:

_Malinche, Malinche, bad weed!

The girl remained silent, bravely suffered the insult, thus shaming her oppressors.

At night, drunk, the men asked the women to dance and serve her drinks. Like statues, the women stood against the wall with the intention of doing nothing. Seeing that the men would charge at them, the young girl began to dance and then, one by one, gave her a drink from a bottle she was carrying. The other women spared no offenses, curses and insults:

Malinche, Malinche, Malinche, bad weed, they repeated as in an echo.

The next morning, when the men did not wake up and the flies were already beginning to hover over them, the other women approached the girl and embraced her, as a sign of forgetfulness and apology. The young girl said nothing, she remained silent: she knew her body and knew that inside her a seed was sown.