雙語名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(160)

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，讀來令人蕩氣回腸。

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“He gets caught, they’ll give him a flogging that will waken his father in the grave,” Farid muttered.
There was no assigned seating, of course. No one to show us politely to our section, aisle, row, and seat. There never had been, even in the old days of the monarchy. We found a decent spot to sit, just left of midfield, though it took some shoving and elbowing on Farid’s part.
I remembered how green the playing field grass had been in the ‘70s when Baba used to bring me to soccer games here. Now the pitch was a mess. There were holes and craters everywhere, most notably a pair of deep holes in the ground behind the southend goalposts. And there was no grass at all, just dirt. When the two teams finally took the field--all wearing long pants despite the heat--and play began, it became difficult to follow the ball in the clouds of dust kicked up by the players. Young, whip-toting Talibs roamed the aisles, striking anyone who cheered too loudly.
They brought them out shortly after the halftime whistle blew. A pair of dusty red pickup trucks, like the ones I’d seen around town since I’d arrived, rode into the stadium through the gates. The crowd rose to its feet. A woman dressed in a green burqa sat in the cab of one truck, a blindfolded man in the other. The trucks drove around the track, slowly, as if to let the crowd get a long look. It had the desired effect: People craned their necks, pointed, stood on tiptoes. Next to me, Farid’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he mumbled a prayer under his breath.
The red trucks entered the playing field, rode toward one end in twin clouds of dust, sunlight reflecting off their hubcaps. A third truck met them at the end of the field. This one’s cab was filled with something and I suddenly understood the purpose of those two holes behind the goalposts. They unloaded the third truck. The crowd murmured in anticipation.
“Do you want to stay?” Farid said gravely.

“他要是被抓住，他們會(huì)用鞭子打得他父親從墳里醒過來?！狈ɡ锏碌吐曊f。當(dāng)然，票上沒有座位號(hào)碼，沒有人禮貌地指引我們到哪一區(qū)、哪一排就座。
從來就是這樣，即使在舊時(shí)君主制的那些歲月。我們找到一個(gè)視線很好的位置坐下，就在中場(chǎng)左邊，不過法里德那邊有點(diǎn)擠，推推搡搡的。
我記得在1970年代，爸爸常帶我到這里看足球賽，那時(shí)球場(chǎng)上的草多么綠啊?，F(xiàn)在則是一團(tuán)糟。到處都是洞和彈坑，特別引人注意的是，南邊球門門柱后面，地上有兩個(gè)很深的洞，球場(chǎng)根本沒有草，只有泥土。等到兩支隊(duì)伍各自入場(chǎng)——雖然天氣很熱，所有人都穿著長(zhǎng)褲——開始比賽，球員踢起陣陣塵霧，很難看到球在哪里。年輕的塔利班揮舞著鞭子，在過道來回巡視，鞭打那些喊得太大聲的觀眾。
中場(chǎng)的哨聲吹響之后，他們將球員清走。一對(duì)紅色的皮卡開進(jìn)來，跟我來這城市之后到處都看見的一樣，它們從大門駛進(jìn)體育館。一個(gè)婦女穿著藍(lán)色的蒙頭長(zhǎng)袍，坐在一輛皮卡的后斗上。另外一輛上面有個(gè)蒙住眼睛的男子。皮卡慢慢繞著場(chǎng)邊的跑道開動(dòng)，似乎想讓觀眾看得清楚些。它收到了想要的效果：人們伸長(zhǎng)脖子，指指點(diǎn)點(diǎn)，踮著腳站起。在我身旁，法里德低聲禱告，喉結(jié)上下蠕動(dòng)。
紅色卡車并排駛進(jìn)球場(chǎng)，卷起兩道塵霧，陽光在它們的輪轂上反射出來。在球場(chǎng)末端，它們和第三輛車相遇。這一輛的車斗載著的東西，讓我突然明白了球門后面那兩個(gè)洞究竟起何作用。他們將第三輛卡車上的東西卸下來。意料之中，人群竊竊私語。
“你想看下去嗎？”法里德悲哀地說。