雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(73)

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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“Baba, sit down please,” I said, tugging at his sleeve. “I think he really means to shoot you.”
Baba slapped my hand away. “Haven’t I taught you anything?” he snapped. He turned to the grinning soldier. “Tell him he’d better kill me good with that first shot. Because if I don’t go down, I’m tearing him to pieces, goddamn his father!”
The Russian soldier’s grin never faltered when he heard the translation. He clicked the safety on the gun. Pointed the barrel to Baba’s chest. Heart pounding in my throat, I buried my face in my hands.
The gun roared.
It’s done, then. I’m eighteen and alone. I have no one left in the world. Baba’s dead and now I have to bury him. Where do I bury him? Where do I go after that?
But the whirlwind of half thoughts spinning in my head came to a halt when I cracked my eyelids, found Baba still standing. I saw a second Russian officer with the others. It was from the muzzle of his upturned gun that smoke swirled. The soldier who had meant to shoot Baba had already holstered his weapon. He was shuffling his feet. I had never felt more like crying and laughing at the same time.
The second Russian officer, gray-haired and heavyset, spoke to us in broken Farsi. He apologized for his comrade’s behavior. “Russia sends them here to fight,” he said. “But they are just boys, and when they come here, they find the pleasure of drug.” He gave the younger officer the rueful look of a father exasperated with his misbehaving son. “This one is attached to drug now. I try to stop him...” He waved us off.
Moments later, we were pulling away. I heard a laugh and then the first soldier’s voice, slurry and off-key, singing the old wedding song.
WE RODE IN SILENCE for about fifteen minutes before the young woman’s husband suddenly stood and did something I’d seen many others do before him: He kissed Baba’s hand.

“爸爸，坐下吧，求求你，”我說，拉著他的衣袖，“他真的會(huì)朝你開槍。”
爸爸將我的手打開?！拔沂裁匆矝]教過你嗎?”他生氣地說，轉(zhuǎn)向那個(gè)一臉壞笑的士兵，“告訴他最好一槍就把我打死，因?yàn)槿绻覜]有倒下，我會(huì)把他撕成碎片。操他媽的?！?br />聽完翻譯，俄國(guó)兵獰笑依然。他打開保險(xiǎn)栓，將槍口對(duì)準(zhǔn)爸爸的胸膛。我的心快要跳出喉嚨，用雙手把臉掩住。
槍聲響起。
完了，完了。我十八歲，孤身一人，在這世上舉目無(wú)親。爸爸死了，我得埋葬他。把他埋在哪里呢?埋完之后我該去哪里呢?
但我睜開眼睛，看到爸爸仍站著，腦里這些盤旋的念頭停止了。我看見又一個(gè)俄國(guó)兵，還有其他人。他的槍口朝天，冒出一陣煙霧。那個(gè)要射殺爸爸的士兵已經(jīng)把他的武器收好，立正敬禮。我從未像此刻一樣，又想笑又想哭。
第二個(gè)俄國(guó)軍官頭發(fā)灰白，身材魁梧，用一口破法爾西語(yǔ)對(duì)我們說話。他為他手下的所作所為道歉，“俄國(guó)送他們來(lái)這里戰(zhàn)斗，”他說，“但他們只是孩子，一來(lái)到這里，他們就迷上了毒品?！彼藓薜赝莻€(gè)年輕的士兵，如同嚴(yán)父被兒子的行為不端激怒。“這個(gè)家伙現(xiàn)在藥性發(fā)作。我會(huì)試試阻止他……”他揮手讓我們離開。
頃刻之后，我們的車開走了。我聽到一聲大笑，跟著傳來(lái)第一個(gè)士兵的聲音，含混而走調(diào)地唱著那古老的婚禮歌謠。
我們?cè)诼飞夏羞M(jìn)了十五分鐘，那年輕婦女的丈夫突然站起來(lái)，做了一件在他之前我曾見到很多人做過的事情：他親了爸爸的手。