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Dark Angle(翻译连载七)

(2009-10-16 15:06:18)
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分类: UNCLE赵&他国际事务部的同事们

He riffled through the pile of photographs. “Oh, they’re not here. They’re down at the museum, I think. But look at this – now this will interest you.”

 

The photograph he held out was an informal one, the kind of picture Bickers used to call a “family snap.”

 

I recognized it at once. It had been taken in Venice in 1956. Constance and a group of her friends stood by the Grand Canal; behind them you could just discern the buttress of a church – it was Santa Maria della Salute. An elegant group in pale summery clothes; it included the legendary Van Dymen twins, both now dead. A moment before the picture was taken, I remembered, there had been some horseplay between the twins with a panama hat.

 

On the edge of the group, a little separated from them, were two younger figures. Caught in that golden Venetian light, with the shadows of the church just to their side: a tall, dark-haired man, his expression_r preoccupied, a man of striking appearance who might have been taken for an Italian but who was not, and a young woman at whom he was looking.

 

She, too, was tall. Her figure was slender. She wore a greenish dress above bare legs, flat sandals. Her most striking feature was her hair, which she wore long and loose. It waved about her face; the Venetian light intensified its color to red-gold, or auburn. A strand of hair, blown across her face, obscured her features. She looked away from the camera and away from the dark-suited man. She looked, I thought, poised for flight – this young woman, who had once been myself.

 

I had been twenty-five then, not quite twenty-six. I was not yet in love with the man standing next to me, but I had sensed, that day, a possibility of love. I did not want to look at this photograph, at the man, or at myself. I put it down without comment and turned back to Vickers.

 

“Conrad,” I said. “Where is Constance?”

 

他在那一堆照片中翻找。“啊,它们不在这。应该在博物馆里。不过看看这张,它会让你感兴趣的。”

他拿着的照片是私底下拍的,Bickers通常把这类照片称为“家庭快照”。

我马上认出来这是1956年在Venice拍的。Constance和她的一群朋友站在大运河(Grand Canal)河畔。后面是安康圣母教堂(Santa Maria della Salute)的扶壁。这是穿着浅色夏装的优雅的一群,当中还包括传奇的Van Dymen双胞胎,现在两人都过世了。记得拍这张照片之前他们还戴着巴拿马帽嬉戏了一阵。

在这群人边上有两个年轻的身影站得比较开。沐浴在威尼斯金色的阳光中,教堂的影子刚好落在他们边上。一个高挑、黑发、外貌出众的年轻男子(通常会被误认为是意大利人但实际上他不是),正全神贯注地看着身边的年轻女郎。

她也是个子高挑,身材苗条。穿着一身淡绿色的裙子,白静的脚上穿着平底凉鞋。她最为引人注目的长发慵懒地披散下来,随风飘动,被威尼斯的阳光染成金红色。有几缕飘散在她面前,遮蔽了她的容貌。她的眼神避开了照相机和身边的黑衣男子。我觉得她看起来泰然自若,因为这个年轻女郎就是我自己。

我当时差不多25不到26岁。我当时还没有跟我身旁的男子相爱。但是那一天我感觉到了爱情的即将到来的脚步。我不想多看这张照片,也不想多看照片中的男子或我自己。我默然放下照片转向Vickers。

“Conrad,Constance在哪里?”

 

——吴昱宏

 

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