雙語名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(19)

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。

成年后的阿米爾始終無法原諒自己當(dāng)年對哈桑的背叛。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心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個驚天謊言，兒時的噩夢再度重演，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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One day, in July 1973, I played another little trick on Hassan. I was reading to him, and suddenly I strayed from the written story. I pretended I was reading from the book, flipping pages regularly, but I had abandoned the text altogether, taken over the story, and made up my own. Hassan, of course, was oblivious to this. To him, the words on the page were a scramble of codes, indecipherable, mysterious. Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys. After, I started to ask him if he'd liked the story, a giggle rising in my throat, when Hassan began to clap.
1973年7月某天，我開了哈桑另外一個玩笑。我念書給他聽，接著突然不管那個寫好的故事。我假裝念著書，像平常那樣翻著書，可是我說的跟書本毫無關(guān)系，而是拋開那個故事，自己杜撰一個。當(dāng)然，哈桑對此一無所知。對他而言，書頁上的文字無非是一些線條，神秘而不知所云。文字是扇秘密的門，鑰匙在我手里。完了之后，我嘴里咯咯笑著，問他是否喜歡這個故事，哈桑拍手叫好。

"What are you doing?"I said.
"你在干嗎呢?"我說。

"That was the best story you've read me in a long time,"he said, still clapping.
"你很久沒念過這么精彩的故事了。"他說，仍拍著雙手。

I laughed. "Really?"
我大笑:"真的嗎?"

"Really."
"真的。"

"That's fascinating,"I muttered. I meant it too. This was... wholly unexpected. "Are you sure, Hassan?"
"太奇妙了，"我喃喃說道。我是說真的，這真是……完全意料不到。"沒騙我吧，哈桑?"

He was still clapping. "It was great, Amir agha. Will you read me more of it tomorrow?"
他仍在鼓掌:"太棒了，阿米爾少爺。你明天可以多念一些給我聽嗎?"

"Fascinating,"I repeated, a little breathless, feeling like a man who discovers a buried treasure in his own backyard. Walking down the hill, thoughts were exploding in my head like the fireworks at "Chaman". "Best story you've read me in a long time", he'd said. I had read him a "lot" of stories. Hassan was asking me something.
"太奇妙了。"我又說了一遍，有些喘不過氣，好比有個男人在自家后院發(fā)現(xiàn)了一處寶藏。下山的時候，各種念頭在我腦海炸開來，如同在察曼大道燃放的煙花。你好久沒念過這么精彩的故事了。他這么說。哈桑在問我問題。

"What?"I said.
"什么?"我說。

"What does that mean, ‘fascinating'?"
"'奇妙'是什么意思?"

I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek.
我哈哈大笑，給了他一個擁抱，在他臉上親了一下。

"What was that for?"he said, startled, blushing.
"干嗎這樣啊?"他紅著臉，吃吃地說。

I gave him a friendly shove. Smiled. "You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love you."
我友善地推了他一把，微笑著說:"你是王子，哈桑。你是王子，我愛你。"