雙語(yǔ)名著·The Kite Runner 追風(fēng)箏的人(5)

12歲的阿富汗富家少爺阿米爾與仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一場(chǎng)風(fēng)箏比賽后，發(fā)生了一件悲慘不堪的事，阿米爾為自己的懦弱感到自責(zé)和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國(guó)。

成年后的阿米爾始終無(wú)法原諒自己當(dāng)年對(duì)哈桑的背叛。為了贖罪，阿米爾再度踏上暌違二十多年的故鄉(xiāng)，希望能為不幸的好友盡最后一點(diǎn)心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個(gè)驚天謊言，兒時(shí)的噩夢(mèng)再度重演，阿米爾該如何抉擇?

故事如此殘忍而又美麗，作者以溫暖細(xì)膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質(zhì)與救贖，讀來(lái)令人蕩氣回腸。

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I'm told no one was really surprised when Sanaubar eloped. People"had"raised their eyebrows when Ali, a man who had memorized the Koran, married Sanaubar, a woman nineteen years younger, a beautiful but notoriously unscrupulous woman who lived up to her dishonorable reputation. Like Ali, she was a Shi'a Muslim and an ethnic Hazara. She was also his first cousin and therefore a natural choice for a spouse. But beyond those similarities, Ali and Sanaubar had little in common, least of all their respective appearances. While Sanaubar's brilliant green eyes and impish face had, rumor has it, tempted countless men into sin, Ali had a congenital paralysis of his lower facial muscles, a condition that rendered him unable to smile and left him perpetually grimfaced. It was an odd thing to see the stone-faced Ali happy, or sad, because only his slanted brown eyes glinted with a smile or welled with sorrow. People say that eyes are windows to the soul. Never was that more true than with Ali, who could only reveal himself through his eyes.

I have heard that Sanaubar's suggestive stride and oscillating hips sent men to reveries of infidelity. But polio had left Ali with a twisted, atrophied right leg that was sallow skin over bone with little in between except a paper-thin layer of muscle. I remember one day, when I was eight, Ali was taking me to the bazaar to buy some "naan". I was walking behind him, humming, trying to imitate his walk. I watched him swing his scraggy leg in a sweeping arc, watched his whole body tilt impossibly to the right every time he planted that foot. It seemed a minor miracle he didn't tip over with each step. When I tried it, I almost fell into the gutter. That got me giggling. Ali turned around, caught me aping him. He didn't say anything. Not then, not ever. He just kept walking.

Ali's face and his walk frightened some of the younger children in the neighborhood. But the real trouble was with the older kids. They chased him on the street, and mocked him when he hobbled by. Some had taken to calling him "Babalu", or Boogeyman.

"Hey, Babalu, who did you eat today?" they barked to a chorus of laughter. "Who did you eat, you flat-nosed Babalu?"

我聽(tīng)說(shuō)莎娜芭步履款款，雙臀搖擺，那誘人的身姿令眾多男人跟他們的愛(ài)人同床異夢(mèng)。但阿里得過(guò)小兒麻痹癥，右腿萎縮，菜色的皮膚包著骨頭，夾著一層薄如紙的肌肉。我記得八歲那年，有一天阿里帶我到市場(chǎng)去買(mǎi)馕餅（Naan，阿富汗日常主食，將面團(tuán)抹在烤爐上烘焙而成）。我走在他后面，嘴里念念有詞，學(xué)著他走路的樣子。我看見(jiàn)他提起那條嶙峋的右腿，搖晃著劃出一道弧形；看見(jiàn)他那條腿每次踏下，身體不由自主地往右邊傾低。他這樣蹣跚前進(jìn)而又能不摔倒，不能不說(shuō)是個(gè)小小的奇跡。我學(xué)著他走路，差點(diǎn)摔進(jìn)水溝，忍不住咯咯笑起來(lái)。阿里轉(zhuǎn)過(guò)身，看到我正學(xué)著他。他什么也沒(méi)說(shuō)。當(dāng)時(shí)沒(méi)說(shuō)，以后也一直沒(méi)說(shuō)，他只是繼續(xù)走。

阿里的臉龐和步伐嚇壞了某些鄰居的小孩。但真正麻煩的是那些較大的少年。每逢他走過(guò)，他們總在街道上追逐他，作弄他。有些管他叫“巴巴魯”，也就是專(zhuān)吃小孩的惡魔?！拔梗桶汪?，今天你吃了誰(shuí)??？”他們一起歡樂(lè)地叫喊，“你吃了誰(shuí)啊，塌鼻子巴巴魯？”