Unit13People[导读]《追风筝的人》是一本出色的小说。主和仆、贵族和贱民、朋友和兄弟、历史和现实，种种转变都被刻画得生动而细腻。放在历史的宏大背景下，更洞见人生和人性的复杂。“Okay，”Isaid.“Let'sgivehimasabagh，teachhimalesson，nay？”Iglancedoverathim.Theglassy，vacantlookinhiseyeswasgone.Hisgazeflittedbetweenourkiteandthegreenone.Hisfacewasalittleflushed，hiseyessuddenlyalert.Awake.Alive.IwonderedwhenIhadforgottenthat，despiteeverything，hewasstilljustachild.Thegreenkitewasmakingitsmove.“Let'swait，”Isaid.“We'lllethimgetalittlecloser.”Itdippedtwiceandcrepttowardus.“Comeon.Cometome，”Isaid.Thegreenkitedrewcloseryet，nowrisingalittleaboveus，unawareofthetrapI'dsetforit.“Watch，Sohrab.I'mgoingtoshowyouoneofyourfather'sfavoritetricks，theoldliftanddive.”Nexttome，Sohrabwasbreathingrapidlythroughhisnose.Thespoolrolledinhispalms，thetendonsinhisscarredwristslikerubabstrings.ThenIblinkedand，forjustamoment，thehandsholdingthespoolwerethechipped-nailed，callousedhandsofaharelippedboy.IheardacrowcawingsomewhereandIlookedup.Theparkshimmeredwithsnowsofresh，sodazzlingwhite，itburnedmyeyes.Itsprinkledsoundlesslyfromthebranchesofwhitecladtrees.Ismelledturnipqurinanow.Driedmulberries.Souroranges.Sawdustandwalnuts.Themuffledquiet，snowquiet，wasdeafening.Thenfaraway，acrossthestillness，avoicecallingushome，thevoiceofamanwhodraggedhisrightleg.Thegreenkitehovereddirectlyaboveusnow.“He'sgoingforit.Anytimenow，”Isaid，myeyesflickingfromSohrabtoourkite.Thegreenkitehesitated.Heldposition.Thenshotdown.“Herehecomes！”Isaid.Ididitperfectly.Afteralltheseyears.Theoldliftanddivetrap.Iloosenedmygripandtuggedonthestring，dippinganddodgingthegreenkite.Aseriesofquicksidearmjerksandourkiteshotupcounterclockwise，inahalfcircle.SuddenlyIwasontop.Thegreenkitewasscramblingnow，panic-stricken.Butitwastoolate.I'dalreadyslippedhimHassan'strick.Ipulledhardandourkiteplummeted.Icouldalmostfeelourstringsawinghis.Almostheardthesnap.Then，justlikethat，thegreenkitewasspinningandwheelingoutofcontrol.Behindus，peoplecheered.Whistlesandapplausebrokeout.Iwaspanting.ThelasttimeIhadfeltarushlikethiswasthatdayinthewinterof1975，justafterIhadcutthelastkite，whenIspottedBabaonourrooftop，clapping，beaming.IlookeddownatSohrab.Onecornerofhismouthhadcurledupjustso.“好的，”我说。“让我们给他一点颜色瞧瞧，教训他一下，好吧？”我俯视着他。他眼里那种模糊空洞的神色已经不见了。他的眼光在我们的风筝和那只绿色风筝之间来回转动，脸色有一点点发红，眼睛骤然机警起来。苏醒了。复活了。我在寻思：我什么时候忘了？不管怎么说，他仍只是一个孩子。绿色风筝采取行动了。“我们等等，”我说。“我们会让它再靠近一些。”它下探了两次，慢慢朝我们挪过来。“来啊，过来啊。”我说。绿风筝已经更近了，在我们稍高的地方拉升，对我为它布下的陷阱毫不知情。“看，索拉博，我会让你看看你爸爸最喜欢的招数，那招古老的猛升急降。”索拉博挨着我，用鼻子急促地呼吸着。卷轴在他手中滚动，他伤痕累累的手腕上的筋腱很像雷巴布琴的琴弦。我眨眨眼，瞬间，拿着卷轴的是一个兔唇男孩指甲破裂、长满老茧的手。我听见某个地方传来牛的哞哞叫，而我抬头，公园闪闪发光，铺满的雪多么新鲜白得多么耀眼，令我目眩神迷。雪花无声地洒落在白色的枝头上，现在我闻到了芜青拌饭的香味，还有桑椹干、酸橙子、锯屑和胡桃的气味。一阵雪花飞舞的寂静盖住了所有声音然后，远远地，有个声音穿透这片死寂，呼喊我们回家，是那个拖着右腿的男人的声音。绿风筝现在就在我们正上方翱翔。“我们现在随时可以把它干掉了。”我说，眼睛在索拉博...
