雙語(yǔ)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(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?

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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(kāi)了哈桑另外一個(gè)玩笑。我念書(shū)給他聽(tīng)，接著突然不管那個(gè)寫(xiě)好的故事。我假裝念著書(shū)，像平常那樣翻著書(shū)，可是我說(shuō)的跟書(shū)本毫無(wú)關(guān)系，而是拋開(kāi)那個(gè)故事，自己杜撰一個(gè)。當(dāng)然，哈桑對(duì)此一無(wú)所知。對(duì)他而言，書(shū)頁(yè)上的文字無(wú)非是一些線條，神秘而不知所云。文字是扇秘密的門(mén)，鑰匙在我手里。完了之后，我嘴里咯咯笑著，問(wèn)他是否喜歡這個(gè)故事，哈桑拍手叫好。

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

"That was the best story you've read me in a long time,"he said, still clapping.
"你很久沒(méi)念過(guò)這么精彩的故事了。"他說(shuō)，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(shuō)道。我是說(shuō)真的，這真是……完全意料不到。"沒(méi)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(tīng)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(shuō)了一遍，有些喘不過(guò)氣，好比有個(gè)男人在自家后院發(fā)現(xiàn)了一處寶藏。下山的時(shí)候，各種念頭在我腦海炸開(kāi)來(lái)，如同在察曼大道燃放的煙花。你好久沒(méi)念過(guò)這么精彩的故事了。他這么說(shuō)。哈桑在問(wèn)我問(wèn)題。

"What?"I said.
"什么?"我說(shuō)。

"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(gè)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(shuō)。

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(shuō):"你是王子，哈桑。你是王子，我愛(ài)你。"