雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(204)

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?

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(lái)令人蕩氣回腸。

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Faisal dabbed at the sweat beads above his lips. “I’m familiar with the version of the situation you gave Mr. Andrews,” he said. His cheeks dimpled with a coy smile. He turned to Sohrab. “This must be the young man who’s causing all the trouble,” he said in Farsi.
“This is Sohrab,” I said. “Sohrab, this is Mr. Faisal, the lawyer I told you about.”
Sohrab slid down the side of his bed and shook hands with Omar Faisal. “Salaam alaykum,” he said in a low voice.“Alaykum salaam, Sohrab,” Faisal said. “Did you know you are named after a great warrior?”
Sohrab nodded. Climbed back onto his bed and lay on his side to watch TV.
“I didn’t know you spoke Farsi so well,” I said in English. “Did you grow up in Kabul?”
“No, I was born in Karachi. But I did live in Kabul for a number of years. Shar-e-Nau, near the Haji Yaghoub Mosque,” Faisal said. “I grew up in Berkeley, actually. My father opened a music store there in the late sixties. Free love, headbands, tiedyed shirts, you name it.” He leaned forward. “I was at Woodstock.”“Groovy,” I said, and Faisal laughed so hard he started sweating all over again. “Anyway,” I continued, “what I told Mr. Andrews was pretty much it, save for a thing or two. Or maybe three. I’ll give you the uncensored version.”
He licked a finger and flipped to a blank page, uncapped his pen. “I’d appreciate that, Amir. And why don’t we just keep it in English from here on out?”
“Fine.”

費(fèi)薩爾擦去唇邊的汗水?！拔仪宄愀嬖V安德魯先生的情況。”他說(shuō)，臉上出現(xiàn)兩個(gè)酒窩，泛起狡狺的微笑。他轉(zhuǎn)向索拉博?！翱隙ň褪沁@個(gè)少年惹起所有的麻煩吧？”他用法爾西語(yǔ)說(shuō)。
“這是索拉博。”我說(shuō)，“索拉博，他是費(fèi)薩爾先生，我跟你說(shuō)過(guò)的那個(gè)律師?！?br />索拉博從他的床上滑下來(lái)，跟費(fèi)薩爾握手?！澳愫?。”他低聲說(shuō)。“你好，索拉博?！辟M(fèi)薩爾說(shuō)，“你知道自己的名字來(lái)自一個(gè)了不起的戰(zhàn)士嗎？”
索拉博點(diǎn)點(diǎn)頭，爬回床上，繼續(xù)側(cè)身躺著看電視。
“我不知道你的法爾西語(yǔ)說(shuō)得這么好，”我用英語(yǔ)說(shuō)，“你在喀布爾長(zhǎng)大嗎？”
“不是，我在卡拉奇[Karachi，巴基斯坦南部城市]出生，但在喀布爾生活了好幾年。沙里諾區(qū)，靠近哈吉雅霍清真寺?！辟M(fèi)薩爾說(shuō)?！皩?shí)際上，我在伯克利 [Berkeley，美國(guó)加州城市]長(zhǎng)大。1960年代后期，我爸爸在那兒開(kāi)了間唱片店。自由戀愛(ài)，染了領(lǐng)帶的襯衫，你叫得出來(lái)的全都有。”他身體前傾，“我去過(guò)伍德斯托克音樂(lè)節(jié) [Woodstock，位于紐約州東南，每年8月舉辦民謠和搖滾音樂(lè)節(jié)].”“太帥了！”我說(shuō)。費(fèi)薩爾哈哈大笑，又開(kāi)始冒汗珠了。 “反正，”我繼續(xù)說(shuō)，“我跟安德魯先生說(shuō)得差不多了，省略掉一兩件事，也許三件。我會(huì)完完整整告訴你?！?br />他舔了一根手指，翻到空白頁(yè)，把筆帽打開(kāi)?！澳亲詈昧?，阿米爾。我們何不用英語(yǔ)交談，免得外面的人聽(tīng)到？”
“好的?！?/p>