雙語名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(67)

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(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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THE NEXT MORNING, I waited in my room for Ali to clear the breakfast table in the kitchen. Waited for him to do the dishes, wipe the counters. I looked out my bedroom window and waited until Ali and Hassan went grocery shopping to the bazaar, pushing the empty wheelbarrows in front of them.
Then I took a couple of the envelopes of cash from the pile of gifts and my watch, and tiptoed out. I paused before Baba’s study and listened in. He’d been in there all morning, making phone calls. He was talking to someone now, about a shipment of rugs due to arrive next week. I went downstairs, crossed the yard, and entered Ali and Hassan’s living quarters by the loquat tree. I lifted Hassan’s mattress and planted my new watch and a handful of Afghani bills under it.
I waited another thirty minutes. Then I knocked on Baba’s door and told what I hoped would be the last in a long line of shameful lies.
THROUGH MY BEDROOM WINDOW, I watched Ali and Hassan push the wheelbarrows loaded with meat, _naan_, fruit, and vegetables up the driveway. I saw Baba emerge from the house and walk up to Ali. Their mouths moved over words I couldn’t hear. Baba pointed to the house and Ali nodded. They separated. Baba came back to the house; Ali followed Hassan to their hut.
A few moments later, Baba knocked on my door. “Come to my office,” he said. “We’re all going to sit down and settle this thing.”
I went to Baba’s study, sat in one of the leather sofas. It was thirty minutes or more before Hassan and Ali joined us.

翌日清早，我在房間里等著阿里清理完廚房用過早餐的桌子。等著他把盤碗洗好，把灶臺(tái)抹凈。我倚窗等著，直到望見阿里和哈桑推著那輛空的獨(dú)輪車，到市場去購買雜貨。
然后，我從那堆禮物中揀起數(shù)個(gè)裝著鈔票的信封和那個(gè)手表，躡手躡腳走出去。路過爸爸書房時(shí)，我停下來聽聽動(dòng)靜。整個(gè)早上他都在那兒打電話，現(xiàn)在他正跟某人說話，有一批地毯預(yù)計(jì)下星期到達(dá)。我走下樓梯，穿過院子，從枇杷樹后進(jìn)入阿里和哈桑的房間。我掀起哈桑的毛毯，將新手表和一把阿富汗尼鈔票塞在下面。
我又等了半個(gè)小時(shí)，然后敲敲爸爸的房門，說了那個(gè)謊——我希望這是一長串可恥的謊話中最后一個(gè)。
透過臥房的窗戶，我看見阿里和哈桑推著獨(dú)輪車，載滿牛肉、馕餅、水果、蔬菜，推上車道。我看見爸爸從屋子里出現(xiàn)，朝阿里走過去。他們的嘴巴說著我聽不見的話，爸爸指了指屋子，阿里點(diǎn)點(diǎn)頭。他們分開。爸爸走回屋子，阿里隨著哈桑走進(jìn)他們的斗室。
隔了幾分鐘，爸爸敲敲我的房門?！暗轿业霓k公室來，”他說，“我們得坐下來，把這件事處理好。”
我走到爸爸的書房，坐在一只皮沙發(fā)上。約莫過了三十分鐘，哈桑和阿里也來了。