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the kite runner-第28部分
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through the window。
I watched Hassan get raped; I said to no one。 Baba stirred in his sleep。 Kaka Homayoun grunted。 A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear; so I wouldn t have to live with this lie anymore。 But no one woke up and in the silence that followed; I understood the nature of my new curse: I was going to get away with it。
I thought about Hassan s dream; the one about us swimming in the lake。 There is no monster; he d said; just water。 Except he d been wrong about that。 There was a monster in the lake。 It had grabbed Hassan by the ankles; dragged him to the murky bottom。 I was that monster。
That was the night I became an insomniac。
I DIDN T SPEAK TO HASSAN until the middle of the next week。 I had just half…eaten my lunch and Hassan was doing the dishes。 I was walking upstairs; going to my room; when Hassan asked if I wanted to hike up the hill。 I said I was tired。 Hassan looked tired too……he d lost weight and gray circles had formed under his puffed…up eyes。 But when he asked again; I reluctantly agreed。
We trekked up the hill; our boots squishing in the muddy snow。 Neither one of us said anything。 We sat under our pomegranate tree and I knew I d made a mistake。 I shouldn t have e up the hill。 The words I d carved on the tree trunk with Ali s kitchen knife; Amir and Hassan: The Sultans of Kabul。。。 I couldn t stand looking at them now。
He asked me to read to him from the _Shahnamah_ and I told him I d changed my mind。 Told him I just wanted to go back to my room。 He looked away and shrugged。 We walked back down the way we d gone up in silence。 And for the first time in my life; I couldn t wait for spring。
MY MEMORY OF THE REST of that winter of 1975 is pretty hazy。 I remember I was fairly happy when Baba was home。 We d eat together; go to see a film; visit Kaka Homayoun or Kaka Faruq。 Sometimes Rahim Khan came over and Baba let me sit in his study and sip tea with them。 He d even have me read him some of my stories。 It was good and I even believed it would last。 And Baba believed it too; I think。 We both should have known better。 For at least a few months after the kite tournament; Baba and I immersed ourselves in a sweet illusion; saw each other in a way that we never had before。 We d actually deceived ourselves into thinking that a toy made of tissue paper; glue; and bamboo could somehow close the chasm between us。
But when Baba was out……and he was out a lot……I closed myself in my room。 I read a book every couple of days; wrote sto ries; learned to draw horses。 I d hear
Hassan shuffling around the kitchen in the morning; hear the clinking of silverware; the whistle of the teapot。 I d wait to hear the door shut and only then I would walk down to eat。 On my calendar; I circled the date of the first day of school and began a countdown。
To my dismay; Hassan kept trying to rekindle things between us。 I remember the last time。 I was in my room; reading an abbreviated Farsi translation of Ivanhoe; when he knocked on my door。
What is it?
I m going to the baker to buy _naan_; he said from the other side。 I was wondering if you。。。 if you wanted to e along。
I think I m just going to read; I said; rubbing my temples。 Lately; every time Hassan was around; I was getting a headache。
It s a sunny day; he said。
I can see that。
Might be fun to go for a walk。
You go。
I wish you d e along; he said。 Paused。 Something thumped against the door; maybe his forehead。 I don t know what I ve done; Amir agha。 I wish you d tell me。 I don t know why we don t play anymore。
You haven t done anything; Hassan。 Just go。
You can tell me; I ll stop doing it。
I buried my head in my lap; squeezed my temples with my knees; like a vice。 I ll tell you what I want you to stop doing; I said; eyes pressed shut。
Anything。
I want you to stop harassing me。 I want you to go away; I snapped。 I wished he would give it right back to me; break the door open and tell me off……it would have made things easier; better。 But he didn t do anything like that; and when I opened the door minutes later; he wasn t there。 I fell on my bed; buried my head under the pillow; and cried。
HASSAN MILLED ABOUT the periphery of my life after that。 I made sure our paths crossed as little as possible; planned my day that way。 Because when he was around; the oxygen seeped out of the room。 My chest tightened and I couldn t draw enough air; I d stand there; gasping in my own little airless bubble of atmosphere。 But even when he wasn t around; he was。 He was there in the hand…washed and ironed clothes on the cane…seat chair; in the warm slippers left outside my door; in the wood already burning in the stove when I came down for breakfast。 Everywhere I turned; I saw signs of his loyalty; his goddamn unwavering loyalty。
Early that spring; a few days before the new school year started; Baba and I were planting tulips in the garden。 Most of the snow had melted and the hills in
the north were already dotted with patches of green grass。 It was a cool; gray morning; and Baba was squatting next to me; digging the soil and planting the bulbs I handed to him。 He was telling me how
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