雙語名著·The Kite Runner 追風(fēng)箏的人(8)

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，讀來令人蕩氣回腸。

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

It took three years to build the orphanage. I was eight by then. I remember the day before the orphanage opened, Baba took me to Ghargha Lake, a few miles north of Kabul. He asked me to fetch Hassan too, but I lied and told him Hassan had the runs. I wanted Baba all to myself. And besides, one time at Ghargha Lake, Hassan and I were skimming stones and Hassan made his stone skip eight times. The most I managed was five. Baba was there, watching, and he patted Hassan on the back. Even put his arm around his shoulder.
We sat at a picnic table on the banks of the lake, just Baba and me, eating boiled eggs with "kofta" sandwiches--meatballs and pickles wrapped in "naan". The water was a deep blue and sunlight glittered on its looking glass-clear surface. On Fridays, the lake was bustling with families out for a day in the sun. But it was midweek and there was only Baba and me, us and a couple of longhaired, bearded tourists--"hippies," I'd heard them called. They were sitting on the dock, feet dangling in the water, Fishing poles in hand. I asked Baba why they grew their hair long, but Baba grunted, didn't answer. He was preparing his speech for the next day, flipping through a havoc of handwritten pages, making notes here and there with a pencil. I bit into my egg and asked Baba if it was true what a boy in school had told me, that if you ate a piece of eggshell, you'd have to pee it out. Baba grunted again.
I took a bite of my sandwich. One of the yellow-haired tourists laughed and slapped the other one on the back. In the distance, across the lake, a truck lumbered around a corner on the hill. Sunlight twinkled in its side-view mirror.
"I think I have 'saratan', " I said. Cancer. Baba lifted his head from the pages flapping in the breeze. Told me I could get the soda myself, all I had to do was look in the trunk of the car.

我們?cè)诤叺囊安妥琅赃呑聛恚挥邪职指?，吃著水煮蛋和肉丸夾餅--就是馕餅夾著肉丸和腌黃瓜。湖水澄藍(lán)，波平如鏡，陽光照在湖上熠熠生輝。每逢周五，總有很多家庭到湖邊，在陽光下度過假期。但那天不是周末，那兒只有我們--爸爸和我，還有幾個(gè)留著胡子和長(zhǎng)發(fā)的游客，我聽說他們叫"嬉皮士"。他們坐在碼頭上，手里拿著釣魚竿，腳板在水里晃蕩。我問爸爸，為什么那些人留著長(zhǎng)頭發(fā)，但爸爸沒有回答，只哼了一聲。他正準(zhǔn)備翌日的演講，翻閱著一疊手稿，不時(shí)用鉛筆做些記號(hào)。我吃一口雞蛋，告訴爸爸，學(xué)校里面有個(gè)男孩說，要是吃下雞蛋殼，就得將它尿出來。我問爸爸這是不是真的，爸爸又哼了一聲。

我咬一口夾餅。有個(gè)黃頭發(fā)的游客放聲大笑，用手拍拍另外一人的后背。遠(yuǎn)處，在湖那邊，一輛卡車蹣跚著轉(zhuǎn)過山路的拐角處，它的觀后鏡反射出閃閃的陽光。

“我想我得了癌癥?！蔽艺f。和風(fēng)吹拂著那些手稿，爸爸抬頭，告訴我可以自行去拿些蘇打水，我所能做的，便只有去搜尋那轎車的行李箱。