双语名著·追风筝的人 The Kite Runner(169)
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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“What are you doing here?” I said, knowing how utterly foolish the question sounded, yet unable to think of anything else to say.
“Me?” Assef arched an eyebrow “I’m in my element. The question is what are you doing here?”
“I already told you,” I said. My voice was trembling. I wished it wouldn’t do that, wished my flesh wasn’t shrinking against my bones.
“The boy?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I’ll pay you for him,” I said. “I can have money wired.”
“Money?” Assef said. He tittered. “Have you ever heard of Rockingham? Western Australia, a slice of heaven. You should see it, miles and miles of beach. Green water, blue skies. My parents live there, in a beachfront villa. There’s a golf course behind the villa and a little lake. Father plays golf every day. Mother, she prefers tennis--Father says she has a wicked backhand. They own an Afghan restaurant and two jewelry stores; both businesses are doing spectacularly.” He plucked a red grape. Put it, lovingly, in Sohrab’s mouth. “So if I need money, I’ll have them wire it to me.” He kissed the side of Sohrab’s neck. The boy flinched a little, closed his eyes again. “Besides, I didn’t fight the Shorawi for money. Didn’t join the Taliban for money either. Do you want to know why I joined them?”My lips had gone dry. I licked them and found my tongue had dried too.
“Are you thirsty?” Assef said, smirking.
“I think you’re thirsty.”
“I’m fine,” I said. The truth was, the room felt too hot suddenly--sweat was bursting from my pores, prickling my skin. And was this really happening? Was I really sitting across from Assef?
“As you wish,” he said. “Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, how I joined the Taliban. Well, as you may remember, I wasn’t much of a religious type. But one day I had an epiphany. I had it in jail. Do you want to hear?”
I said nothing.
“你在这里干什么？ ”我说，明知自己这个问题蠢得无以复加，可是想不出有其他可说的。
“我？”阿塞夫眉毛一扬，“这里是我的地盘，问题是，你在这里干什么？”
“我已经告诉过你了，”我说，声音颤抖。我希望话不是这么说出口，希望自己没有浑身发抖。
“这个男孩？”
“是的。”
“为什么？”
“我可以为了他付钱给你，”我说， “我可以汇钱给你。”
“钱？”阿塞夫说，忍不住狂笑起来。“你听说过洛金汉吗？在澳大利亚西部，天堂般的地方。你应该去看看，沙滩连绵不绝，绿色的海水，蓝色的天空。我父母在那儿，住在海滨别墅里面。别墅后面有高尔夫球场，有个小小的湖泊。爸爸每天打高尔夫球，我妈妈比较喜欢网球——爸爸说她打得很棒。他们开着一家阿富汗餐厅、两间珠宝店，生意非常兴隆。”他拣起一颗葡萄，慈爱地放进索拉博口里。“所以，如果我需要钱，我会让他们汇给我。”他亲吻索拉博脖子的侧边。男孩身子稍微一缩，又闭上双眼。“再说，我跟俄国佬干仗不是为了钱。加入塔利班也不是为了钱。你想知道我为什么加入他们吗？”我嘴唇已经变干了，舔了舔，这才发现舌头也变干了。
“你口渴吗？”阿塞夫说，满脸坏笑。
“不。”
“我认为你很渴。”“还好。”我说。事情的真相是，房间突然之间变热了——汗水从我的毛孔冒出来，浸湿我的皮肤。这是真的吗？我真的坐在阿塞夫对面吗？
“随便你，”他说，“不管怎么说，我讲到哪里了？哦，对了，我为什么加入塔利班。嗯，也许你还记得，我过去不是那么虔诚。但有一天，我看到真主显灵了，在监狱里看到。你想听吗？”
我默默无语。
