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the kite runner-第13部分
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days when he felt particularly inspired; he spiced up his badgering a little; _Hey; you flat…nosed Babalu; who did you eat today? Tell us; you slant…eyed donkey!_
Now he was walking toward us; hands on his hips; his sneakers kicking up little puffs of dust。
Good morning; _kunis_! Assef exclaimed; waving。 Fag; that was another of his favorite insults。 Hassan retreated behind me as the three older boys closed in。 They stood before us; three tall boys dressed in jeans and T…shirts。 Towering over us all; Assef crossed his thick arms on his chest; a savage sort of grin on his lips。 Not for the first time; it occurred to me that Assef might not be entirely sane。 It also occurred to me how lucky I was to have Baba as my father; the sole reason; I believe; Assef had mostly refrained from harassing me too much。
He tipped his chin to Hassan。 Hey; Flat…Nose; he said。 How is Babalu?
Hassan said nothing and crept another step behind me。
Have you heard the news; boys? Assef said; his grin never faltering。 The king is gone。 Good riddance。 Long live the president! My father knows Daoud Khan; did you know that; Amir?
So does my father; I said。 In reality; I had no idea if that was true or not。
So does my father; Assef mimicked me in a whining voice。 Kamal and Wali cackled in unison。 I wished Baba were there。
Well; Daoud Khan dined at our house last year; Assef went on。 How do you like that; Amir?
I wondered if anyone would hear us scream in this remote patch of land。 Baba s house was a good kilometer away。 I wished we d stayed at the house。
Do you know what I will tell Daoud Khan the next time he es to our house for dinner? Assef said。 I m going to have a little chat with him; man to man; _mard_ to _mard_。 Tell him what I told my mother。 About Hitler。 Now; there was a leader。 A great leader。
A man with vision。 I ll tell Daoud Khan to remember that if they had let Hitler finish what he had started; the world be a better place now
Baba says Hitler was crazy; that he ordered a lot of innocent people killed; I heard myself say before I could clamp a hand on my mouth。
Assef snickered。 He sounds like my mother; and she s German; she should know better。 But then they want you to believe that; don t they? They don t want you to know the truth。
I didn t know who they were; or what truth they were hiding; and I didn t want to find out。 I wished I hadn t said anything。 I wished again I d look up and see Baba ing up the hill。
But you have to read books they don t give out in school; Assef said。 I have。 And my eyes have been opened。 Now I have a vision; and I m going to share it with our new president。 Do you know what it is?
I shook my head。 He d tell me anyway; Assef always answered his own questions。
His blue eyes flicked to Hassan。 Afghanistan is the land of Pashtuns。 It always has been; always will be。 We are the true Afghans; the pure Afghans; not this Flat…Nose here。 His people pollute our homeland; our watan。 They dirty our blood。 He made a sweeping; grandiose gesture with his hands。 Afghanistan for Pashtuns; I say。 That s my vision。
Assef shifted his gaze to me again。 He looked like someone ing out of a good dream。 Too late for Hitler; he said。 But not for us。
He reached for something from the back pocket of his jeans。 I ll ask the president to do what the king didn t have the quwat to do。 To rid Afghanistan of all the dirty; kasseef Hazaras。
Just let us go; Assef; I said; hating the way my voice trembled。 We re not bothering you。
Oh; you re bothering me; Assef said。 And I saw with a sinking heart what he had fished out of his pocket。 Of course。 His stainless…steel brass knuckles sparkled in the sun。 You re bothering me very much。 In fact; you bother me more than this Hazara here。 How can you talk to him; play with him; let him touch you? he said; his voice dripping with disgust。 Wali and Kamal nodded and grunted in agreement。 Assef narrowed his eyes。 Shook his head。 When he spoke again; he sounded as baffled as he looked。 How can you call him your friend ?
_But he s not my friend!_ I almost blurted。 _He s my servant!_ Had I really thought that? Of course I hadn t。 I hadn t。 I treated Hassan well; just like a friend; better even; more like a brother。 But if so; then why; when Baba s friends came to visit with their kids; didn t I ever include Hassan in our games? Why did I play with Hassan only when no one else was around?
Assef slipped on the brass knuckles。 Gave me an icy look。 You re part of the problem; Amir。 If idiots like you and your father didn t take these people in; we d be rid of them by now。 They d all just go rot in Hazarajat where they belong。 You re a disgrace to Afghanistan。
I looked in his crazy eyes and saw that he meant it。 He _really_ meant to hurt me。 Assef raised his fist and came for me。
There was a flurry of rapid movement behind me。 Out of the corner of my eye; I saw Hassan bend down and stand up quickly。 Assef s eyes flicked to something
behind me and widened with surprise。 I saw that same look ol astonishment on Kamal and Wali s faces as they too saw what had happened behind me。
I turn
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