追风筝的人是真实的吗 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(24)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(24)  

THEY WEREN'T SHOOTING ducks after all. As it turned out
they hadn't shot much of anything that night of July 17
1973. Kabul awoke the next morning to find that the monarchy was a thing of the past. The king
Zahir Shah
was away in Italy. In his absence
his cousin Daoud Khan had ended the king's forty-year reign with a bloodless coup.
I remember Hassan and I crouching that next morning outside my father's study
as Baba and Rahim Khan sipped black tea and listened to breaking news of the coup on Radio Kabul.
"Amir agha?"Hassan whispered.
"阿米尔少爷?"哈桑低声说。
"What?"
"What's a 'republic'?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."On Baba's radio
they were saying that word
"republic"
over and over again.
"Amir agha?"
"What?"
"Does 'republic'mean Father and I will have to move away?"
"I don't think so
"I whispered back.
Hassan considered this. "Amir agha?"
"What?"
"I don't want them to send me and Father away."
I smiled. "Bas
you donkey. No one's sending you away."
"Amir agha?"
"What?"
"Do you want to go climb our tree?"
My smile broadened. That was another thing about Hassan. He always knew when to say the right thing--the news on the radio was getting pretty boring. Hassan went to his shack to get ready and I ran upstairs to grab a book. Then I went to the kitchen
stuffed my pockets with handfuls of pine nuts
and ran outside to find Hassan waiting for me. We burst through the front gates and headed for the hill.