雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(106)

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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“Sometimes, it takes a while,” I told Soraya one night.
“A year isn’t a while, Amir!” she said, in a terse voice so unlike her. “Something’s wrong, I know it.”
“Then let’s see a doctor.”
DR. ROSEN, a round-bellied man with a plump face and small, even teeth, spoke with a faint Eastern European accent, some thing remotely Slavic. He had a passion for trains--his office was littered with books about the history of railroads, model locomotives, paintings of trains trundling on tracks through green hills and over bridges. A sign above his desk read, LIFE IS A TRAIN. GET ON BOARD.
He laid out the plan for us. I’d get checked first. “Men are easy,” he said, fingers tapping on his mahogany desk. “A man’s plumbing is like his mind: simple, very few surprises. You ladies, on the other hand... well, God put a lot of thought into making you.” I wondered if he fed that bit about the plumbing to all of his couples.
“Lucky us,” Soraya said.
Dr. Rosen laughed. It fell a few notches short of genuine. He gave me a lab slip and a plastic jar, handed Soraya a request for some routine blood tests. We shook hands.
“Welcome aboard,” he said, as he showed us out.
I PASSED WITH FLYING COLORS.
The next few months were a blur of tests on Soraya: Basal body temperatures, blood tests for every conceivable hormone, urine tests, something called a “Cervical Mucus Test,” ultrasounds, more blood tests, and more urine tests. Soraya underwent a procedure called a hysteroscopy--Dr. Rosen inserted a telescope into Soraya’s uterus and took a look around. He found nothing. “The plumbing’s clear,” he announced, snapping off his latex gloves. I wished he’d stop calling it that--we weren’t bathrooms. When the tests were over, he explained that he couldn’t explain why we couldn’t have kids. And, apparently, that wasn’t so unusual. It was called “Unexplained Infertility.”
Then came the treatment phase. We tried a drug called Clomiphene, and hMG, a series of shots which Soraya gave to herself. When these failed, Dr. Rosen advised in vitro fertilization. We received a polite letter from our HMO, wishing us the best of luck, regretting they couldn’t cover the cost.

“有時(shí)生孩子需要花一點(diǎn)時(shí)間?！蹦程煲估镂覍?duì)索拉雅說(shuō)。
“一年了，可不是一點(diǎn)時(shí)間，阿米爾！”她冷冷說(shuō)，聲音完全像變了一個(gè)人，“肯定有問(wèn)題，我知道?！?br />“那么我們?nèi)タ纯创蠓颉！?/p>

羅森大夫大腹便便，臉蛋圓潤(rùn)，一口細(xì)牙齒相當(dāng)整齊，說(shuō)話(huà)稍微帶點(diǎn)東歐口音，有些像斯拉夫人。他對(duì)火車(chē)情有獨(dú)鐘——他的辦公室到處都是跟鐵路歷史有關(guān)的書(shū)籍、火車(chē)頭模型，還有各種照片：鐵軌上的火車(chē)穿過(guò)如黛青山或者橋梁。他的桌子上方懸掛著一條標(biāo)語(yǔ)：生命如火車(chē)，請(qǐng)上車(chē)。
他替我們出謀策劃。我先做檢查?！澳腥撕?jiǎn)單些?！彼f(shuō)，手指在紅木辦公桌上輕輕敲打?！澳腥说墓艿谰拖袼念^腦：簡(jiǎn)單，很少出入意外。你們女士就不同了……這么說(shuō)吧，上帝造你們的時(shí)候花了很多心思?！蔽覒岩伤遣皇桥龅矫繉?duì)夫婦，都要扯這套管道理論。
“我們真幸運(yùn)。”索拉雅說(shuō)。
羅森大夫大笑，不過(guò)笑聲聽(tīng)上去很假。他給我一張測(cè)試紙和一個(gè)塑料罐，要求索拉雅定期做血檢。我們握手作別。
“歡迎上車(chē)。”他說(shuō)，請(qǐng)我們出去。
我通過(guò)了測(cè)試。
接下來(lái)幾個(gè)月，索拉雅不斷做檢查：基礎(chǔ)體溫，抽血檢查每一種所能想像得到的荷爾蒙，某種叫“子宮黏液測(cè)試”的檢查，超聲波，更多的血檢，更多的尿檢。索拉雅還接受了“宮腔鏡”檢查——羅森大夫?qū)@微鏡插進(jìn)索拉雅的陰道，進(jìn)行檢視，他沒(méi)發(fā)現(xiàn)異常?！肮艿篮芨蓛??！彼贿吤摰粝鹉z手套，一邊宣布。我希望他別這樣稱(chēng)呼——我們又不是浴室！檢查統(tǒng)統(tǒng)結(jié)束之后，他解釋說(shuō)他無(wú)法解釋為什么我們懷不上小孩。而且，很顯然，這并不罕見(jiàn)。這叫“原因不明性不孕癥”。

接下來(lái)是治療期。我們服用一種叫“克羅米芬”的藥物，索拉雅還定期給自己注射“尿促性素”。這些全沒(méi)效，羅森大夫建議我們考慮體外受孕。我們收到一封來(lái)自“健康維護(hù)組織”的信函，措辭禮貌，祝我們好運(yùn)，并說(shuō)恕不替我們支付那筆費(fèi)用。