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双语名著·追风筝的人 The Kite Runner(118)

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2021年08月15日

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12岁的阿富汗富家少爷阿米尔与仆人哈桑情同手足。然而,在一场风筝比赛后,发生了一件悲惨不堪的事,阿米尔为自己的懦弱感到自责和痛苦,逼走了哈桑,不久,自己也跟随父亲逃往美国。

成年后的阿米尔始终无法原谅自己当年对哈桑的背叛。为了赎罪,阿米尔再度踏上暌违二十多年的故乡,希望能为不幸的好友尽最后一点心力,却发现一个惊天谎言,儿时的噩梦再度重演,阿米尔该如何抉择?

故事如此残忍而又美丽,作者以温暖细腻的笔法勾勒人性的本质与救赎,读来令人荡气回肠。

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The people in Bamiyan had told me I would find him easily--he lived in the only house in the village that had a walled garden. The mud wall, short and pocked with holes, enclosed the tiny house--which was really not much more than a glorified hut. Barefoot children were playing on the street, kicking a ragged tennis ball with a stick, and they stared when I pulled up and killed the engine. I knocked on the wooden door and stepped through into a yard that had very little in it save for a parched strawberry patch and a bare lemon tree. There was a tandoor in the corner in the shadow of an acacia tree and I saw a man squatting beside it. He was placing dough on a large wooden spatula and slapping it against the walls of the _tandoor_. He dropped the dough when he saw me. I had to make him stop kissing my hands.
“Let me look at you,” I said. He stepped away. He was so tall now--I stood on my toes and still just came up to his chin. The Bamiyan sun had toughened his skin, and turned it several shades darker than I remembered, and he had lost a few of his front teeth. There were sparse strands of hair on his chin. Other than that, he had those same narrow green eyes, that scar on his upper lip, that round face, that affable smile. You would have recognized him, Amir jan. I am sure of it.
We went inside. There was a young light-skinned Hazara woman, sewing a shawl in a corner of the room. She was visibly expecting. “This is my wife, Rahim Khan,” Hassan said proudly. “Her name is Farzana jan.” She was a shy woman, so courteous she spoke in a voice barely higher than a whisper and she would not raise her pretty hazel eyes to meet my gaze. But the way she was looking at Hassan, he might as well have been sitting on the throne at the _Arg_.
“When is the baby coming?” I said after we all settled around the adobe room. There was nothing in the room, just a frayed rug, a few dishes, a pair of mattresses, and a lantern.
“_Inshallah_, this winter,” Hassan said. “I am praying for a boy to carry on my father’s name.”
“Speaking of Ali, where is he?”

在巴米扬,人们说我很会很容易就找到他——整个村庄,只有他住的屋子有垒着围墙的花园。那堵泥墙很短,有些墙洞点缀在上面,围住那间小屋——那真的比一间破茅舍好不不了多少。赤着脚的孩子在街道上玩耍,用棒子打一个破网球,我把车停在路边,熄了火,他们全都看着我。我推开那扇木门,走进一座院子,里头很小,一小块地种着干枯的草莓,还有株光秃秃的柠檬树。院子的角落种着合欢树,树阴下面摆着烤炉,我看见有个男人站在旁边。他正在把生面团涂到一把木头抹刀上,用它拍打着烤炉壁。他一看到我就放下生面团,捧起我的手亲个不停。
“让我看看你。”我说。他退后一步。他现在可高了——我踮起脚尖,仍只是刚刚有他下巴那么高。巴米扬的阳光使他的皮肤变得更坚韧了,比我印象中黑得多,他有几颗门牙不见了,下巴上长着几撮稀疏的毛。除此之外,他还是那双狭窄的绿眼睛,上唇的伤痕还在,还是那张圆圆的脸蛋,还是那副和蔼的笑容。你一定会认出他的,亲爱的阿米尔,我敢肯定。
我们走进屋里。里面有个年轻的哈扎拉女人,肤色较淡,在屋角缝披肩。她显然怀孕了。“这是我的妻子,拉辛汗。”哈桑骄傲地说,“她是亲爱的法莎娜。”她是个羞涩的妇人,很有礼貌,说话声音很轻,只比耳语大声一点,她淡褐色的美丽眼睛从来不和我的眼光接触。但她那样看着哈桑,好像他坐在皇宫内的宝座上。
“孩子什么时候出世?”参观完那间泥砖屋之后,我问。屋里一无所有,只有磨损的褥子,几个盘子,两张坐垫,一盏灯笼。
“奉安拉之名,这个冬天,”哈桑说,“我求真主保佑,生个儿子,给他取我父亲的名字。”
“说到阿里,他在哪儿?”
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