雙語名著·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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“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.”

“你為什么不早點打電話來？我擔(dān)心得都生病了！我媽媽每天禱告，還許愿！”
“我很抱歉沒打電話。我現(xiàn)在沒事了。”我曾經(jīng)跟她說我會離開一個星期，也許兩個星期，但我離開將近一個月了。我微笑?！案琶桌⒁陶f不要再殺羊了?！?br />“你說‘沒事’是什么意思？你的聲音怎么回事？”
“現(xiàn)在別擔(dān)心這個。我沒事，真的。索拉雅，我要告訴你一個故事，一個我早就該告訴你的故事，但我得先告訴你一件事。”
“什么事？”她放低聲音說，語氣謹慎一些了。
“我不會一個人回家。我會帶著一個小男孩?！蔽翌D了頓，說，“我想我們要收養(yǎng)他。”
“什么？”我看看時間：“這張該死的電話卡還剩下四十七分鐘，我有很多話要對你說。找個地方坐下?！蔽衣犚娨文_匆匆拖過木地板的聲音。
“說吧?！彼f。然后我做了結(jié)婚十五年來沒做過的事：我向妻子坦白了一切事情。一切事情。我很多次設(shè)想過這一刻，害怕這一刻，可是，我說了，我感到胸口有些東西涌起來。我覺得就在提親那夜，索拉雅跟我說起她的過去，也體驗過某種非常相似的感覺。但這一次，說故事的人是我，她在哭泣。
“你怎么想？”我說。
“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。”我聽見她擦鼻子的聲音。“但我很清楚地知道的是：你必須把他帶回家。我要你這么做?！?br />“你確定嗎？”我說，閉上雙眼，微笑起來。
“我確定嗎？”她說，“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。”她停頓了一會，“他性子怎樣？”
我望向睡在床上的索拉博：“他很可愛，很嚴肅那種?！?br />“誰能怪他呢？”她說，“我想見到他，阿米爾。我真的想?！?br />“索拉雅？”
“嗯。”