雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(197)

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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“Why didn’t you call earlier? I’ve been sick with tashweesh! My mother’s praying and doing nazr every day.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m fine now.” I had told her I’d be away a week, two at the most. I’d been gone for nearly a month. I smiled. “And tell Khala Jamila to stop killing sheep.”
“What do you mean ‘fine now’? And what’s wrong with your voice?”
“Don’t worry about that for now. I’m fine. Really. Soraya, I have a story to tell you, a story I should have told you a long time ago, but first I need to tell you one thing.”
“What is it?” she said, her voice lower now, more cautious.
“I’m not coming home alone. I’m bringing a little boy with me.” I paused. “I want us to adopt him.”
“What?”I checked my watch. “I have fifty-seven minutes left on this stupid calling card and I have so much to tell you. Sit some where.” I heard the legs of a chair dragged hurriedly across the wooden floor.
“Go ahead,” she said.Then I did what I hadn’t done in fifteen years of marriage: I told my wife everything. Everything. I had pictured this moment so many times, dreaded it, but, as I spoke, I felt something lifting off my chest. I imagined Soraya had experienced something very similar the night of our khastegari, when she’d told me about her past.By the time I was done with my story, she was weeping.
“What do you think?” I said.
“I don’t know what to think, Amir. You’ve told me so much all at once.”
“I realize that.”I heard her blowing her nose. “But I know this much: You have to bring him home. I want you to.”
“Are you sure?” I said, closing my eyes and smiling.
“Am I sure?” she said. “Amir, he’s your qaom, your family, so he’s my qaom too. Of course I’m sure. You can’t leave him to the streets.” There was a short pause. “What’s he like?”
I looked over at Sohrab sleeping on the bed. “He’s sweet, in a solemn kind of way.”
“Who can blame him?” she said. “I want to see him, Amir. I really do.”
“Soraya?”
“Yeah.”

“你為什么不早點(diǎn)打電話來(lái)？我擔(dān)心得都生病了！我媽媽每天禱告，還許愿！”
“我很抱歉沒(méi)打電話。我現(xiàn)在沒(méi)事了?！蔽以?jīng)跟她說(shuō)我會(huì)離開(kāi)一個(gè)星期，也許兩個(gè)星期，但我離開(kāi)將近一個(gè)月了。我微笑?！案琶桌⒁陶f(shuō)不要再殺羊了?！?br />“你說(shuō)‘沒(méi)事’是什么意思？你的聲音怎么回事？”
“現(xiàn)在別擔(dān)心這個(gè)。我沒(méi)事，真的。索拉雅，我要告訴你一個(gè)故事，一個(gè)我早就該告訴你的故事，但我得先告訴你一件事?！?br />“什么事？”她放低聲音說(shuō)，語(yǔ)氣謹(jǐn)慎一些了。
“我不會(huì)一個(gè)人回家。我會(huì)帶著一個(gè)小男孩?！蔽翌D了頓，說(shuō)，“我想我們要收養(yǎng)他?！?br />“什么？”我看看時(shí)間：“這張?jiān)撍赖碾娫捒ㄟ€剩下四十七分鐘，我有很多話要對(duì)你說(shuō)。找個(gè)地方坐下?！蔽衣?tīng)見(jiàn)椅腳匆匆拖過(guò)木地板的聲音。
“說(shuō)吧?！彼f(shuō)。然后我做了結(jié)婚十五年來(lái)沒(méi)做過(guò)的事：我向妻子坦白了一切事情。一切事情。我很多次設(shè)想過(guò)這一刻，害怕這一刻，可是，我說(shuō)了，我感到胸口有些東西涌起來(lái)。我覺(jué)得就在提親那夜，索拉雅跟我說(shuō)起她的過(guò)去，也體驗(yàn)過(guò)某種非常相似的感覺(jué)。但這一次，說(shuō)故事的人是我，她在哭泣。
“你怎么想？”我說(shuō)。
“我不知道該怎么想，阿米爾。你一下子告訴我太多了?！?br />“我知道?！蔽衣?tīng)見(jiàn)她擦鼻子的聲音?！暗液芮宄刂赖氖牵耗惚仨毎阉麕Щ丶?。我要你這么做?！?br />“你確定嗎？”我說(shuō)，閉上雙眼，微笑起來(lái)。
“我確定嗎？”她說(shuō)，“阿米爾，他是你的侄兒，你的家人，所以他也是我的侄兒。我當(dāng)然確定，你不能任他流落街頭?！彼ｎD了一會(huì)，“他性子怎樣？”
我望向睡在床上的索拉博：“他很可愛(ài)，很嚴(yán)肅那種?！?br />“誰(shuí)能怪他呢？”她說(shuō)，“我想見(jiàn)到他，阿米爾。我真的想?！?br />“索拉雅？”
“嗯?！?