双语名著·追风筝的人 The Kite Runner(202)
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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ON THE TAXI RIDE back to the hotel, Sohrab rested his head on the window, kept staring at the passing buildings, the rows of gum trees. His breath fogged the glass, cleared, fogged it again. I waited for him to ask me about the meeting but he didn’t. ON THE OTHER SIDE of the closed bathroom door the water was running. Since the day we’d checked into the hotel, Sohrab took a long bath every night before bed. In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity. Now Sohrab spent almost an hour a night in the bath, soaking in the soapy water, scrubbing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I called Soraya. I glanced at the thin line of light under the bathroom door. Do you feel clean yet, Sohrab?
I passed on to Soraya what Raymond Andrews had told me. “So what do you think?” I said.
“We have to think he’s wrong.” She told me she had called a few adoption agencies that arranged international adoptions. She hadn’t yet found one that would consider doing an Afghan adoption, but she was still looking.
“How are your parents taking the news?”
“Madar is happy for us. You know how she feels about you, Amir, you can do no wrong in her eyes. Padar... well, as always, he’s a little harder to read. He’s not saying much.”
“And you? Are you happy?” I heard her shifting the receiver to her other hand. “I think we’ll be good for your nephew, but maybe that little boy will be good for us too.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I find myself wondering what his favorite _qurma_ will be, or his favorite subject in school. I picture myself helping him with homework...” She laughed. In the bathroom, the water had stopped running. I could hear Sohrab in there, shifting in the tub, spilling water over the sides.
“You’re going to be great,” I said.
“Oh, I almost forgot! I called Kaka Sharif.” I remembered him reciting a poem at our nika from a scrap of hotel stationery paper. His son had held the Koran over our heads as Soraya and I had walked toward the stage, smiling at the flashing cameras. “What did he say?”
“Well, he’s going to stir the pot for us. He’ll call some of his INS buddies,” she said.
“That’s really great news,” I said. “I can’t wait for you to see Sohrab.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” she said.I hung up smiling.
在回旅馆的出租车上，索拉博头靠车窗，望着栋栋后退的房子和成排的橡胶树。他的呼吸模糊了玻璃，擦干净，又模糊了。我等待他问起会谈的情况，但他没问。浴室的门关上，门后传来水流声。自从我们住进宾馆那天起，索拉博每晚上床之前总要洗很久的澡。在喀布尔，热自来水像父亲一样，是稀缺的产品。现在索拉博每晚几乎要用一个小时洗澡，浸在肥皂水中，不停擦着身体。我坐在床边给索拉雅打电话，看着浴室门下渗出来的光线。你觉得干净了吗，索拉博？
我将雷蒙德跟我说过的告诉索拉雅。“你现在怎么想？”
“我们得认为他错了。”她说她给几家安排国际收养的机构打过电话，她还没发现有考虑收养阿富汗孩子的机构，但她还在找。
“你父母对这个消息怎么看？”
“妈妈很为我们高兴。你知道她对你的感觉，阿米尔，在她眼里，你做什么都不会错。爸爸……嗯，跟过去一样，他有点让人猜不透。他没说太多。”
“你呢？你高兴吗？”我听见她把听筒换到另一只手上。“我想这对你的侄儿来说是好的，但也许他也会给我们带来帮助。”
“我也这么想。”
“我知道这听起来很疯狂，可是我发现自己在想着他最喜欢吃什么菜，或者最喜欢学校里的哪门课。我设想自己在帮他做作业……'‘她哈哈大笑。浴室的水声停止了，我能听到索拉博在那儿，从浴缸爬出来，擦干身体。
“你真是太好了。”我说。
“啊，我差点忘了！我给沙利夫舅舅打过电话！”我记得在我们的婚礼上，他朗诵一首写在酒店信纸上的诗歌。我和索拉雅走向舞台，朝闪光的镜头微笑的时候，他的儿子在我们头顶高举《可兰经》。“他怎么说？”
“嗯，他会帮助我们。他会给他在移民局的朋友打电话。”她说。
“真是个好消息。”我说，“我忍不住想让你快点见到索拉博。”
“我忍不住想快点见到你。”她说。我笑着挂上电话。
