[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，” I said.“Let's give him a sabagh，teach him a lesson，nay？” I glanced over at him.The glassy，vacant look in his eyes was gone.His gaze flitted between our kite and the green one.His face was a little flushed，his eyes suddenly alert.Awake.Alive.I wondered when I had forgotten that，despite everything，he was still just a child.
The green kite was making its move.“Let's wait，” I said.“We'll let him get a little closer.” It dipped twice and crept toward us.“Come on.Come to me，” I said.
The green kite drew closer yet，now rising a little above us，unaware of the trap I'd set for it.“Watch，Sohrab.I'm going to show you one of your father's favorite tricks，the old liftanddive.”
Next to me，Sohrab was breathing rapidly through his nose.The spool rolled in his palms，the tendons in his scarred wrists like rubab strings.Then I blinked and，for just a moment，the hands holding the spool were the chippednailed，calloused hands of a harelipped boy.I heard a crow cawing somewhere and I looked up.The park shimmered with snow so fresh，so dazzling white，it burned my eyes.It sprinkled soundlessly from the branches of whiteclad trees.I smelled turnip qurina now.Dried mulberries.Sour oranges.Sawdust and walnuts.The muffled quiet，snowquiet，was deafening.Then far away，across the stillness，a voice calling us home，the voice of a man who dragged his right leg.
The green kite hovered directly above us now.“He's going for it.Anytime now，” I said，my eyes flicking from Sohrab to our kite.
The green kite hesitated.Held position.Then shot down.“Here he comes！” I said.
I did it perfectly.After all these years.The old liftanddive trap.I loosened my grip and tugged on the string，dipping and dodging the green kite.A series of quick sidearm jerks and our kite shot up counterclockwise，in a half circle.Suddenly I was on top.The green kite was scrambling now，panicstricken.But it was too late.I'd already slipped him Hassan's trick.I pulled hard and our kite plummeted.I could almost feel our string sawing his.Almost heard the snap.
Then，just like that，the green kite was spinning and wheeling out of control.Behind us，people cheered.Whistles and applause broke out.I was panting.The last time I had felt a rush like this was that day in the winter of 1975，just after I had cut the last kite，when I spotted Baba on our rooftop，clapping，beaming.
I looked down at Sohrab.One corner of his mouth had curled up just so.
“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，眼睛在索拉博和我们的风筝间飞快地转着。
绿风筝摇摇晃晃，定住位，接着向下冲。 “他玩完了！”我说。
这么多年之后，我无懈可击地再次使出那招古老的猛升急降。我松开手，猛拉着线，往下避开那只绿风筝。我侧过手臂，一阵急遽的抖动之后，我们的风筝逆时针划出一个半圆。我突然占据了上面的位置。绿色风筝现在惊慌失措，慌乱地向上攀升。但它已经太迟了，我已经使出哈桑的绝技。我猛拉着线，我们的风筝直坠而下。我几乎能听见我们的线割断他的线，几乎能听见那一声断裂。
然后，就那样，绿风筝失去控制，摇摇晃晃地摔下来。我们身后的人们欢呼叫好，爆发出阵阵口哨声和掌声。我喘着气。上一次感到这么激动，是在1975年那个冬日，就在我刚刚割断最后一只风筝之后，当时我看见爸爸在我们的屋顶上，鼓着掌，容光焕发。
我俯视索拉博，他嘴角的一边微微翘起。
[知识积累]
1．teach sb.a lesson 给某人一个教训
2．unaware of 没意识到
3．trick n. 技巧；诡计
4．loosen vt. 放松
5．spot vt. 看到；发现
