The Kite Runner(追风筝的人): Chapter 8-2

I TURNED THIRTEEN that summer of 1976, Afghanistan’s next to last summer of peace and anonymity. Things between Baba and me were already cooling off again. 

我的十三岁生日在1976年夏天。这是阿富汗最后一段平静的和平岁月。我和爸爸的关系再度冷却了。

I think what started it was the stupid comment I’d made the day we were planting tulips, about getting new servants. I regretted saying it—I really did—but I think even if I hadn’t, our happy little interlude would have come to an end. Maybe not quite so soon, but it would have. 

我想这都是因为在我们种郁金香那天我所说的那句愚蠢的话，关于请新仆人的那句话。我后悔说了那句话——真的很后悔——但我认为即使我没说，我们这段短短的快乐插曲也会告终。也许不会这么快，但终究会结束。

By the end of the summer, the scraping of spoon and fork against the plate had replaced dinner table chatter and Baba had resumed retreating to his study after supper. And closing the door. I’d gone back to thumbing through Hãfez and Khayyám, gnawing my nails down to the cuticles, writing stories. I kept the stories in a stack under my bed, keeping them just in case, though I doubted Baba would ever again ask me to read them to him. 

到夏天结束的时候，勺子和叉子碰撞盘子的声音又取代了晚餐桌上的交谈，爸爸开始在晚饭后回到书房去，并把门关上。我则回去翻看哈菲兹和迦亚谟的书，咬指甲咬到见皮，写故事。我将故事放在床底的架子上，将它们保留起来，以备万一爸爸会跟我要去看，虽然我怀疑他不会。

Baba’s motto about throwing parties was this: Invite the whole world or it’s not a party. I remember scanning over the invitation list a week before my birthday party and not recognizing at least three-quarters of the four hundred–plus Kakas and Khalas who were going to bring me gifts and congratulate me for having lived to thirteen. Then I realized they weren’t really coming for me. It was my birthday, but I knew who the real star of the show was.

爸爸举办宴会的座右铭是：如果没请来全世界的人，就不算是个宴会。我记得生日之前一个星期，我看着那份邀请名单，发现在近四百人中，至少有四分之三我并不认识——包括那些将要送我生日礼物以祝贺我活过十三个年头的叔伯姑姨。然后我意识到他们并非真的因我而来。那天是我的生日，但我知道谁才是宴会上的天皇巨星。

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