雙語名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(175)

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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We both looked.
“Please, no more.”
I remembered something the orphanage director had said when he’d opened the door to me and Farid. What had been his name? Zaman? He’s inseparable from that thing, he had said. He tucks it in the waist of his pants everywhere he goes.
“No more.”
Twin trails of black mascara, mixed with tears, had rolled down his cheeks, smeared the rouge. His lower lip trembled. Mucus seeped from his nose. “Bas,” he croaked.
His hand was cocked above his shoulder, holding the cup of the slingshot at the end of the elastic band which was pulled all the way back. There was something in the cup, something shiny and yellow. I blinked the blood from my eyes and saw it was one of the brass balls from the ring in the table base. Sohrab had the slingshot pointed to Assef’s face.
“No more, Agha. Please,” he said, his voice husky and trembling. “Stop hurting him.”Assef’s mouth moved wordlessly. He began to say something, stopped. “What do you think you’re you doing?” he finally said.
“Please stop,” Sohrab said, fresh tears pooling in his green eyes, mixing with mascara.
“Put it down, Hazara,” Assef hissed. “Put it down or what I’m doing to him will be a gentle ear twisting compared to what I’ll do to you.”
The tears broke free. Sohrab shook his head.

“Please, Agha,” he said. “Stop.”
“Put it down.”
“Don’t hurt him anymore.”
“Put it down.”
“Please.”

我們都看著。
“求求你，別再打了?！?br />我想起在恤孤院的時(shí)候，負(fù)責(zé)人給我和法里德開門，說了一句話。他叫什么名字來著？察曼？那東西跟他形影不離。他說，他無論走到那兒，都會(huì)將它塞在褲帶上。
“別再打了?！?/p>

眼影混著淚珠，在他臉上沖出兩道黑色的痕跡，弄糊了胭脂。他下唇顫抖著，流著鼻涕，“別打了。”他哽咽道。
彈弓被拉滿，他的手高舉過肩，握著橡皮筋末端的弓杯。弓杯里面有個(gè)東西，黃色的，閃閃發(fā)光。我將血從眼上眨落，看到那是一個(gè)銅球，從桌子的底座取下來的。索拉博將彈弓瞄準(zhǔn)阿塞夫的臉。
“別再打了，老爺。”他說，嘶啞的聲音顫抖著，“別再傷害他?！卑⑷虻淖彀蜔o言地扭曲，欲言又止?！澳阒滥阕约涸诟墒裁磫?？”最后他說。
“求求你，停下來?！彼骼┱f，淚水又從綠色的眼睛涌出，和眼影混在一起。

“把它放下，哈扎拉人?！卑⑷驓饧睌模鞍阉畔?，不然我會(huì)處置你，相比之下，我剛才對(duì)他做的，不過是溫柔地?cái)Q擰耳朵罷了。”
淚水流個(gè)不停。索拉博搖搖頭。
“求求你，老爺，”他說， “停下來。”
“放下?！?br />“別再傷害他了。”
“放下?！?br />“求求你?！?/p>