雙語名著·追風箏的人 The Kite Runner(195)

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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WE LEFT LATE THAT AFTERNOON, tired from the heat, but tired in a pleasant way. All the way back, I felt Sohrab watching me. I had the driver pull over at a store that sold calling cards. I gave him the money and a tip for running in and buying me one.
That night, we were lying on our beds, watching a talk show on TV. Two clerics with pepper gray long beards and white turbans were taking calls from the faithful all over the world. One caller from Finland, a guy named Ayub, asked if his teenaged son could go to hell for wearing his baggy pants so low the seam of his underwear showed.
“I saw a picture of San Francisco once,” Sohrab said.
“Really?”
“There was a red bridge and a building with a pointy top.”
“You should see the streets,” I said.
“What about them?” He was looking at me now. On the TV screen, the two mullahs were consulting each other.
“They’re so steep, when you drive up all you see is the hood of your car and the sky,” I said.
“It sounds scary,” he said. He rolled to his side, facing me, his back to the TV.
“It is the first few times,” I said. “But you get used to it.”
“Does it snow there?”
“No, but we get a lot of fog. You know that red bridge you saw?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes the fog is so thick in the morning, all you see is the tip of the two towers poking through.”There was wonder in his smile. “Oh.”
“Sohrab?”
“Yes.”
“Have you given any thought to what I asked you before?”
His smiled faded. He rolled to his back. Laced his hands under his head. The mullahs decided that Ayub’s son would go to hell after all for wearing his pants the way he did. They claimed it was in the Haddith. “I’ve thought about it,” Sohrab said.
“And?”

我們快傍晚的時候才離開，天氣很熱，讓人疲累，不過疲累得開心?；厝サ穆飞?，我覺得索拉博一直在觀察我。我讓司機在某間出售電話卡的商店門口停車。我給他錢還有小費，讓他幫我去買電話卡。
那天晚上，我們躺在床上，看著電視上的談話節(jié)目。兩個教士胡子花白，穿著白袍，接聽世界各地信徒打來的電話。有人從芬蘭打來，那家伙叫艾優(yōu)博，問他十來歲的兒子會不會下地獄，因為他穿的褲子寬大耷拉，低得露出內(nèi)褲的橡皮筋勒帶。
“我見過一幅舊金山的照片?！彼骼┱f。
“真的？”
“那兒有座紅色的大橋，和一座屋頂尖尖的建筑?！?br />“你應該看看那些街道?！蔽艺f。
“它們是什么樣的？”他現(xiàn)在看著我。電視上，兩個毛拉正在交換意見。
“它們很陡，當你開車上坡的時候，你只能見到前面的車頂和天空?！?br />“聽起來真嚇人。”他說。他翻過身，臉朝著我，背對著電視。
“剛開始有點嚇人，”我說， “不過你會習慣的。”
“那兒下雪嗎？”
“不，不過有很多霧。你知道那座你看過的紅色大橋吧？”
“是的?！?br />“有時候，早晨的霧很濃，你只能看到兩座尖聳的塔頂?！彼@奇地微笑著：“哦?！?br />“索拉博？”
“怎么？”
“你有考慮過我之前問你的問題嗎？”
他的笑容不見了，翻身仰面躺著，十指交叉，放在腦后。毛拉確定了，艾優(yōu)博的兒子那樣穿著褲子是會下地獄的。他們說《圣訓》里面有提及?！拔蚁脒^了。”索拉博說。
“怎么樣？”