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残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(142)

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I STEPPED OUTSIDE. Stood in the silver tarnish of a half-moon and glanced up to a sky riddled with stars. Crickets chirped in the shuttered darkness and a wind wafted through the trees. The ground was cool under my bare feet and suddenly, for the first time since we had crossed the border, I felt like I was back. After all these years, I was home again, standing on the soil of my ancestors. This was the soil on which my great-grandfather had married his third wife a year before dying in the cholera epidemic that hit Kabul in 1915. She’d borne him what his first two wives had failed to, a son at last. It was on this soil that my grandfather had gone on a hunting trip with King Nadir Shah and shot a deer. My mother had died on this soil. And on this soil, I had fought for my father’s love.我走到外面。明月半弯,银光黯淡,我伫立,抬头望着星辰遍布的夜空。蟋蟀隐身黑暗中啾啾鸣叫,风拂过树梢。我赤裸的脚下大地寒凉,刹那间,自我们穿过国境后,我初次感到我回来了。度过所有这些年月,我又回来了,站在祖辈的土地上。正是在这片土地上,我的曾祖父在去世前一年娶了第三个妻子。 1915年那场横扫喀布尔的霍乱要了他的命。最后,她给他生了前两个妻子所未能生出的:一个儿子。正是在这片土地上,我的祖父跟纳迪尔国王一起狩猎,射杀一头鹿。我妈妈死在这片土地上。也是在这片土地上,我曾为了得到父亲的爱苦苦奋斗。
I sat against one of the house’s clay walls. The kinship I felt suddenly for the old land... it surprised me. I’d been gone long enough to forget and be forgotten. I had a home in a land that might as well be in another galaxy to the people sleeping on the other side of the wall I leaned against. I thought I had forgotten about this land. But I hadn’t. And, under the bony glow of a halfmoon, I sensed Afghanistan humming under my feet. Maybe Afghanistan hadn’t forgotten me either.I looked westward and marveled that, somewhere over those mountains, Kabul still existed. It really existed, not just as an old memory, or as the heading of an AP story on page 15 of the San Francisco Chronicle. Somewhere over those mountains in the west slept the city where my harelipped brother and I had run kites. Somewhere over there, the blindfolded man from my dream had died a needless death. Once, over those mountains, I had made a choice. And now, a quarter of a century later, that choice had landed me right back on this soil.I was about to go back inside when I heard voices coming from the house. I recognized one as Wahid’s.我倚着那屋子的一堵泥墙坐下。突然间,我觉得自己和这片古老的土地血脉相连……这让我很吃惊。我的离开很久远了,久远得足以遗忘,也足以被遗忘。我在大地某处有个家,对于那些睡在我倚着这面墙那边的人们来说,那地方或许遥远如另外一个星系。我曾以为我忘了这片土地。但是我没忘。而且,在皎洁的月光中,我感到在我脚下的阿富汗发出低沉的响声。也许阿富汗也没有把我遗忘。我朝西望去,觉得真是奇妙,在峰峦那边的某处,喀布尔依然存在。它真的存在,不只是久远的记忆,不只是《旧金山纪事报》第十五版上某篇美联社报道的标题。西方的山脉那边某个地方有座沉睡的城市,我的兔唇弟弟和我曾在那里追过风筝。那边某个地方,我梦中那个蒙着眼的男人死于非命。曾经,在山那边,我作过一个抉择。而如今,时隔四分之一个世纪,正是那个抉择让我重返这片土地。我正打算回去,听到屋里传出说话声。我认得有个是瓦希德的嗓音。
“--nothing left for the children.”“We’re hungry but we’re not savages! He is a guest! What was I supposed to do?” he said in a strained voice.“--to find something tomorrow” She sounded near tears. “What do I feed--”I tiptoed away. I understood now why the boys hadn’t shown any interest in the watch. They hadn’t been staring at the watch at all. They’d been staring at my food.WE SAID OUR GOOD - BYE S early the next morning. Just before I climbed into the Land Cruiser, I thanked Wahid for his hospitality. He pointed to the little house behind him. “This is your home,” he said. His three sons were standing in the doorway watching us. The little one was wearing the watch--it dangled around his twiggy wrist.I glanced in the side-view mirror as we pulled away. Wahid stood surrounded by his boys in a cloud of dust whipped up by the truck. It occurred to me that, in a different world, those boys wouldn’t have been too hungry to chase after the car. Earlier that morning, when I was certain no one was looking, I did something I had done twenty-six years earlier: I planted a fistful of crumpled money under a mattress.“……没有什么留给孩子吃的了。”“我们是很饿,但我们不是野蛮人!他是客人!你说我该怎么办?”他的声音很疲累。“……明天去找些东西”她哭泣着说,“我拿什么来养……”我蹑手蹑脚走开。现在我明白为什么那些男孩对手表毫无兴趣了。他们根本就不是在看着手表,他们看着的是我的食物。我们在隔日早上道别。就在我爬上陆地巡洋舰之前,我谢谢瓦希德的热情招待。他指着身后那座小小的房子。“这里是你的家。”他说。他三个儿子站在门口,看着我们。最小那个戴着手表——它在他瘦小的手腕上荡来荡去。我们离开的时候,我看着侧视镜。瓦希德被他的儿子环绕着,站在一阵车轮卷起的尘雾中。我突然想起,要是在另外的世界,这些孩子不会饿得连追逐汽车的力气都没有。那天早些时候,我确信无人注意,做了一件二十六年前就已经做过的事情:将一把皱皱的钞票塞在草席下面。

I STEPPED OUTSIDE. Stood in the silver tarnish of a half-moon and glanced up to a sky riddled with stars. Crickets chirped in the shuttered darkness and a wind wafted through the trees. The ground was cool under my bare feet and suddenly, for the first time since we had crossed the border, I felt like I was back. After all these years, I was home again, standing on the soil of my ancestors. This was the soil on which my great-grandfather had married his third wife a year before dying in the cholera epidemic that hit Kabul in 1915. She’d borne him what his first two wives had failed to, a son at last. It was on this soil that my grandfather had gone on a hunting trip with King Nadir Shah and shot a deer. My mother had died on this soil. And on this soil, I had fought for my father’s love.
I sat against one of the house’s clay walls. The kinship I felt suddenly for the old land... it surprised me. I’d been gone long enough to forget and be forgotten. I had a home in a land that might as well be in another galaxy to the people sleeping on the other side of the wall I leaned against. I thought I had forgotten about this land. But I hadn’t. And, under the bony glow of a halfmoon, I sensed Afghanistan humming under my feet. Maybe Afghanistan hadn’t forgotten me either.I looked westward and marveled that, somewhere over those mountains, Kabul still existed. It really existed, not just as an old memory, or as the heading of an AP story on page 15 of the San Francisco Chronicle. Somewhere over those mountains in the west slept the city where my harelipped brother and I had run kites. Somewhere over there, the blindfolded man from my dream had died a needless death. Once, over those mountains, I had made a choice. And now, a quarter of a century later, that choice had landed me right back on this soil.I was about to go back inside when I heard voices coming from the house. I recognized one as Wahid’s.
“--nothing left for the children.”“We’re hungry but we’re not savages! He is a guest! What was I supposed to do?” he said in a strained voice.“--to find something tomorrow” She sounded near tears. “What do I feed--”I tiptoed away. I understood now why the boys hadn’t shown any interest in the watch. They hadn’t been staring at the watch at all. They’d been staring at my food.WE SAID OUR GOOD - BYE S early the next morning. Just before I climbed into the Land Cruiser, I thanked Wahid for his hospitality. He pointed to the little house behind him. “This is your home,” he said. His three sons were standing in the doorway watching us. The little one was wearing the watch--it dangled around his twiggy wrist.I glanced in the side-view mirror as we pulled away. Wahid stood surrounded by his boys in a cloud of dust whipped up by the truck. It occurred to me that, in a different world, those boys wouldn’t have been too hungry to chase after the car. Earlier that morning, when I was certain no one was looking, I did something I had done twenty-six years earlier: I planted a fistful of crumpled money under a mattress.


我走到外面。明月半弯,银光黯淡,我伫立,抬头望着星辰遍布的夜空。蟋蟀隐身黑暗中啾啾鸣叫,风拂过树梢。我赤裸的脚下大地寒凉,刹那间,自我们穿过国境后,我初次感到我回来了。度过所有这些年月,我又回来了,站在祖辈的土地上。正是在这片土地上,我的曾祖父在去世前一年娶了第三个妻子。 1915年那场横扫喀布尔的霍乱要了他的命。最后,她给他生了前两个妻子所未能生出的:一个儿子。正是在这片土地上,我的祖父跟纳迪尔国王一起狩猎,射杀一头鹿。我妈妈死在这片土地上。也是在这片土地上,我曾为了得到父亲的爱苦苦奋斗。
我倚着那屋子的一堵泥墙坐下。突然间,我觉得自己和这片古老的土地血脉相连……这让我很吃惊。我的离开很久远了,久远得足以遗忘,也足以被遗忘。我在大地某处有个家,对于那些睡在我倚着这面墙那边的人们来说,那地方或许遥远如另外一个星系。我曾以为我忘了这片土地。但是我没忘。而且,在皎洁的月光中,我感到在我脚下的阿富汗发出低沉的响声。也许阿富汗也没有把我遗忘。我朝西望去,觉得真是奇妙,在峰峦那边的某处,喀布尔依然存在。它真的存在,不只是久远的记忆,不只是《旧金山纪事报》第十五版上某篇美联社报道的标题。西方的山脉那边某个地方有座沉睡的城市,我的兔唇弟弟和我曾在那里追过风筝。那边某个地方,我梦中那个蒙着眼的男人死于非命。曾经,在山那边,我作过一个抉择。而如今,时隔四分之一个世纪,正是那个抉择让我重返这片土地。我正打算回去,听到屋里传出说话声。我认得有个是瓦希德的嗓音。
“……没有什么留给孩子吃的了。”“我们是很饿,但我们不是野蛮人!他是客人!你说我该怎么办?”他的声音很疲累。“……明天去找些东西”她哭泣着说,“我拿什么来养……”我蹑手蹑脚走开。现在我明白为什么那些男孩对手表毫无兴趣了。他们根本就不是在看着手表,他们看着的是我的食物。我们在隔日早上道别。就在我爬上陆地巡洋舰之前,我谢谢瓦希德的热情招待。他指着身后那座小小的房子。“这里是你的家。”他说。他三个儿子站在门口,看着我们。最小那个戴着手表——它在他瘦小的手腕上荡来荡去。我们离开的时候,我看着侧视镜。瓦希德被他的儿子环绕着,站在一阵车轮卷起的尘雾中。我突然想起,要是在另外的世界,这些孩子不会饿得连追逐汽车的力气都没有。那天早些时候,我确信无人注意,做了一件二十六年前就已经做过的事情:将一把皱皱的钞票塞在草席下面。
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