the kite runner-第16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　serva