“No he wasn’t. He and Sanaubar had Hassan, didn’t they? They had Hassan 8211;”
“不，他不是的。他跟莎娜芭生了哈桑，不是吗？他们有哈桑……”
“No they didn’t,” Rahim Khan said.
“不，哈桑不是他们生的。”
“Yes they did!”
“是的，是他们生的！”
“No they didn’t, Amir.”
“不，不是他们，阿米尔。”
“Then who 8211;”
“那么是谁……”
“I think you know who.”I felt like a man sliding down a steep cliff, clutching at shrubs and tangles of brambles and coming up empty-handed. The room was swooping up and down, swaying side to side. “Did Hassan know?” I said through lips that didn’t feel like my own. Rahim Khan closed his eyes. Shook his head.
“我想你知道是谁。”我觉得自己好像堕入万丈深渊，拼命想抓住树枝和荆棘的藤蔓，却什么也没拉到。突然之间天旋地转，房间左摇右晃。“哈桑知道吗？”这话仿佛不是从我口中说出来的。拉辛汗闭上眼睛，摇摇头。
“You bastards,” I muttered. Stood up. “You goddamn bastards!” I screamed. “All of you, you bunch of lying goddamn bastards!”
“你这个混蛋，”我喃喃说，站起来，“你们这群该死的混蛋！”我大叫，“你们全部，你们这群该死的说谎的混蛋！”
“Please sit down,” Rahim Khan said.
“请你坐下。”拉辛汗说。
“How could you hide this from me? From him?” I bellowed. “Please think, Amir Jan. It was a shameful situation. People would talk. All that a man had back then, all that he was, was his honor, his name, and if people talked 8230; We couldn’t tell anyone, surely you can see that.” He reached for me, but I shed his hand. Headed for the door.
“你们怎么可以瞒着我？瞒着他？”我悲愤地说。“拜托你想想，亲爱的阿米尔。这是丢人的事情，人们会说三道四。那时，男人所能仰仗的全部就是他的声誉、他的威名，而如果人们议论纷纷……我们不能告诉任何人，你一定也知道。”他伸手来摸我，但我推开他的手，埋头奔向门口。
“Amir jan, please don’t leave.”I opened the door and turned to him. “Why? What can you possibly say to me? I’m thirty-eight years old and I’ve Just found out my whole life is one big fucking lie! What can you possibly say to make things better? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing!”
“亲爱的阿米尔，求求你别走。”我打开门，转向他，“为什么？你想对我说什么？我今年三十八岁了，我刚刚才发现我一辈子活在一个他妈的谎言之下！你还想说些什么，能让事情变好？没有！没有！”
And with that, I stormed out of the apartment.
我扔下这些话，嘭嘭冲出公寓。