追风筝的人阿塞夫结局 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(23)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(23)  

Something roared like thunder. The earth shook a little and we heard the "rat-a-tat-tat" of gunfire. "Father!"Hassan cried. We sprung to our feet and raced out of the living room. We found Ali hobbling frantically across the foyer.
"Father! What's that sound?"Hassan yelped
his hands outstretched toward Ali. Ali wrapped his arms around us. A white light flashed
lit the sky in silver. It flashed again and was followed by a rapid staccato of gunfire.
"They're hunting ducks
"Ali said in a hoarse voice. "They hunt ducks at night
you know. Don't be afraid."
"他们在猎杀野鸭。"阿里嘶哑地说，"他们在夜里猎鸭子，别害怕。"
A siren went off in the distance. Somewhere glass shattered and someone shouted. I heard people on the street
jolted from sleep and probably still in their pajamas
with ruffled hair and puffy eyes. Hassan was crying. Ali pulled him close
clutched him with tenderness. Later
I would tell myself I hadn't felt envious of Hassan. Not at all.
We stayed huddled that way until the early hours of the morning. The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour
but they had frightened us badly
because none of us had ever heard gunshots in the streets. They were foreign sounds to us then. The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born. Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise
none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended. Our way of life. If not quite yet
then at least it was the beginning of the end. The end
the "official" end
would e first in April 1978 with the munist coup d'état
and then in December 1979
when Russian tanks would roll into the very same streets where Hassan and I played
bringing the death of the Afghanistan I knew and marking the start of a still ongoing era of bloodletting.
Just before sunrise
Baba's car peeled into the driveway. His door slammed shut and his running footsteps pounded the stairs. Then he appeared in the doorway and I saw something on his face. Something I didn't recognize right away because I'd never seen it before: fear. "Amir! Hassan!"he exclaimed as he ran to us
opening his arms wide. "They blocked all the roads and the tele phone didn't work. I was so worried!"
We let him wrap us in his arms and
for a brief insane moment
I was glad about whatever had happened that night.