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(42)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(42)  

THE STREETS GLISTENED with fresh snow and the sky was a blameless blue. Snow blanketed every rooftop and weighed on the branches of the stunted mulberry trees that lined our street. Overnight
snow had nudged its way into every crack and gutter. I squinted against the blinding white when Hassan and I stepped through the wrought-iron gates. Ali shut the gates behind us. I heard him mutter a prayer under his breath--he always said a prayer when his son left the house.
I had never seen so many people on our street. Kids were flinging snowballs
squabbling
chasing one another
giggling. Kite fighters were huddling with their spool holders
making lastminute preparations. From adjacent streets
I could hear laughter and chatter. Already
rooftops were jammed with spectators reclining in lawn chairs
hot tea steaming from thermoses
and the music of Ahmad Zahir blaring from cassette players. The immensely popular Ahmad Zahir had revolutionized Afghan music and outraged the purists by adding electric guitars
drums
and horns to the traditional tabla and harmonium; on stage or at parties
he shirked the austere and nearly morose stance of older singers and actually smiled when he sang--sometimes even at women. I turned my gaze to our rooftop
found Baba and Rahim Khan sitting on a bench
both dressed in wool sweaters
sipping tea. Baba waved. I couldn't tell if he was waving at me or Hassan.
"We should get started
" Hassan said. He wore black rubber snow boots and a bright green chapan over a thick sweater and faded corduroy pants. Sunlight washed over his face
and
in it
I saw how well the pink scar above his lip had healed.
"我们得开始了。"哈桑说。他穿着一双黑色的橡胶雪靴，厚厚的羊毛衫和褪色的灯芯绒裤外面，罩着绿色的长袍。阳光照在他脸上，我看到他唇上那道粉红色的伤痕已经弥合得很好了。
Suddenly I wanted to withdraw. Pack it all in
go back Home. What was I thinking? Why was I putting myself through this
when I already knew the oute? Baba was on the roof
watching me. I felt his glare on me like the heat of a blistering sun. This would be failure on a grand scale
even for me.
"I'm not sure I want to fly a kite today
" I said.
"It's a beautiful day
" Hassan said.
I shifted on my feet. Tried to peel my gaze away from our rooftop. "I don't know. Maybe we should go Home."
Then he stepped toward me and
in a low voice
said something that scared me a little. "Remember
Amir agha. There's no monster
just a beautiful day." How could I be such an open book to him when
half the time
I had no idea what was milling around in his head? I was the one who went to school
the one who could read
write. I was the smart one. Hassan couldn't read a firstgrade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling
but also sort of fortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.