双语名著·追风筝的人 The Kite Runner(19)

12岁的阿富汗富家少爷阿米尔与仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一场风筝比赛后，发生了一件悲惨不堪的事，阿米尔为自己的懦弱感到自责和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟随父亲逃往美国。

成年后的阿米尔始终无法原谅自己当年对哈桑的背叛。为了赎罪，阿米尔再度踏上暌违二十多年的故乡，希望能为不幸的好友尽最后一点心力，却发现一个惊天谎言，儿时的噩梦再度重演，阿米尔该如何抉择?

故事如此残忍而又美丽，作者以温暖细腻的笔法勾勒人性的本质与救赎，读来令人荡气回肠。

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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，我开了哈桑另外一个玩笑。我念书给他听，接着突然不管那个写好的故事。我假装念着书，像平常那样翻着书，可是我说的跟书本毫无关系，而是抛开那个故事，自己杜撰一个。当然，哈桑对此一无所知。对他而言，书页上的文字无非是一些线条，神秘而不知所云。文字是扇秘密的门，钥匙在我手里。完了之后，我嘴里咯咯笑着，问他是否喜欢这个故事，哈桑拍手叫好。

"What are you doing?"I said.
"你在干吗呢?"我说。

"That was the best story you've read me in a long time,"he said, still clapping.
"你很久没念过这么精彩的故事了。"他说，仍拍着双手。

I laughed. "Really?"
我大笑:"真的吗?"

"Really."
"真的。"

"That's fascinating,"I muttered. I meant it too. This was... wholly unexpected. "Are you sure, Hassan?"
"太奇妙了，"我喃喃说道。我是说真的，这真是……完全意料不到。"没骗我吧，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，阿米尔少爷。你明天可以多念一些给我听吗?"

"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。"我又说了一遍，有些喘不过气，好比有个男人在自家后院发现了一处宝藏。下山的时候，各种念头在我脑海炸开来，如同在察曼大道燃放的烟花。你好久没念过这么精彩的故事了。他这么说。哈桑在问我问题。

"What?"I said.
"什么?"我说。

"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，给了他一个拥抱，在他脸上亲了一下。

"What was that for?"he said, startled, blushing.
"干吗这样啊?"他红着脸，吃吃地说。

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，微笑着说:"你是王子，哈桑。你是王子，我爱你。"