the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)-第2部分

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teeming　with　summer　life；　greens　to　gather；　roots　to　dig；　fish　iridescent　in　the　sunlight。　The　day　is　glorious；　with　a　blue　sky　and　soft　breeze。　The　foodˇs　wonderful；　with　the　cheese　seeping　into　the　warm　bread　and　the　berries　bursting　in　our　mouths。　Everything　would　be　perfect　if　this　really　was　a　holiday；　if　all　the　day　off　meant　was　roaming　the　mountains　with　Gale；　hunting　for　tonightˇs　supper。　But　instead　we　have　to　be　standing　in　the　square　at　two　oˇclock　waiting　for　the　names　to　be　called　out。
¨We　could　do　it；　you　know；〃　Gale　says　quietly。
¨What？〃　I　ask。
¨Leave　the　district。　Run　off。　Live　in　the　woods。　You　and　I；　we　could　make　it；〃　says　Gale。
I　donˇt　know　how　to　respond。　The　idea　is　so　preposterous。
¨If　we　didnˇt　have　so　many　kids；〃　he　adds　quickly。
Theyˇre　not　our　kids；　of　course。　But　they　might　as　well　be。　Galeˇs　two　little　brothers　and　a　sister。　Prim。　And　you　may　as　well　throw　in　our　mothers；　too；　because　how　would　they　live　without　us？　Who　would　fill　those　mouths　that　are　always　asking　for　more？　With　both　of　us　hunting　daily；　there　are　still　nights　when　game　has　to　be　swapped　for　lard　or　shoelaces　or　wool；　still　nights　when　we　go　to　bed　with　our　stomachs　growling。
¨I　never　want　to　have　kids；〃　I　say。
¨I　might。　If　I　didnˇt　live　here；〃　says　Gale。
¨But　you　do；〃　I　say；　irritated。
¨Forget　it；〃　he　snaps　back。
The　conversation　feels　all　wrong。　Leave？　How　could　I　leave　Prim；　who　is　the　only　person　in　the　world　Iˇm　certain　I　love？　And　Gale　is　devoted　to　his　family。　We　canˇt　leave；　so　why　bother　talking　about　it？　And　even　if　we　did　。　。　。　even　if　we　did　。　。　。　where　did　this　stuff　about　having　kids　e　from？　Thereˇs　never　been　anything　romantic　between　Gale　and　me。　When　we　met；　I　was　a　skinny　twelve…year…old；　and　although　he　was　only　two　years　older；　he　already　looked　like　a　man。　It　took　a　long　time　for　us　to　even　bee　friends；　to　stop　haggling　over　every　trade　and　begin　helping　each　other　out。
Besides；　if　he　wants　kids；　Gale　wonˇt　have　any　trouble　finding　a　wife。　Heˇs　good…looking；　heˇs　strong　enough　to　handle　the　work　in　the　mines；　and　he　can　hunt。　You　can　tell　by　the　way　the　girls　whisper　about　him　when　he　walks　by　in　school　that　they　want　him。　It　makes　me　jealous　but　not　for　the　reason　people　would　think。　Good　hunting　partners　are　hard　to　find。
¨What　do　you　want　to　do？〃　I　ask。　We　can　hunt；　fish；　or　gather。
¨Letˇs　fish　at　the　lake。　We　can　leave　our　poles　and　gather　in　the　woods。　Get　something　nice　for　tonight；〃　he　says。
Tonight。　After　the　reaping；　everyone　is　supposed　to　celebrate。　And　a　lot　of　people　do；　out　of　relief　that　their　children　have　been　spared　for　another　year。　But　at　least　two　families　will　pull　their　shutters；　lock　their　doors；　and　try　to　figure　out　how　they　will　survive　the　painful　weeks　to　e。
We　make　out　well。　The　predators　ignore　us　on　a　day　when　easier；　tastier　prey　abounds。　By　late　morning；　we　have　a　dozen　fish；　a　bag　of　greens　and；　best　of　all；　a　gallon　of　strawberries。　I　found　the　patch　a　few　years　ago；　but　Gale　had　the　idea　to　string　mesh　s　around　it　to　keep　out　the　animals。
On　the　way　home；　we　swing　by　the　Hob；　the　black　market　that　operates　in　an　abandoned　warehouse　that　once　held　coal。　When　they　came　up　with　a　more　efficient　system　that　transported　the　coal　directly　from　the　mines　to　the　trains；　the　Hob　gradually　took　over　the　space。　Most　businesses　are　closed　by　this　time　on　reaping　day；　but　the　black　marketˇs　still　fairly　busy。　We　easily　trade　six　of　the　fish　for　good　bread；　the　other　two　for　salt。　Greasy　Sae；　the　bony　old　woman　who　sells　bowls　of　hot　soup　from　a　large　kettle；　takes　half　the　greens　off　our　hands　in　exchange　for　a　couple　of　chunks　of　paraffin。　We　might　do　a　tad　better　elsewhere；　but　we　make　an　effort　to　keep　on　good　terms　with　Greasy　Sae。　Sheˇs　the　only　one　who　can　consistently　be　counted　on　to　buy　wild　dog。　We　donˇt　hunt　them　on　purpose；　but　if　youˇre　attacked　and　you　take　out　a　dog　or　two；　well；　meat　is　meat。　¨Once　itˇs　in　the　soup；　Iˇll　call　it　beef；〃　Greasy　Sae　says　with　a　wink。　No　one　in　the　Seam　would　turn　up　their　nose　at　a　good　leg　of　wild　dog；　but　the　Peacekeepers　who　e　to　the　Hob　can　afford　to　be　a　little　choosier。　
When　we　finish　our　business　at　the　market；　we　go　to　the　back　door　of　the　mayorˇs　house　to　sell　half　the　strawberries；　knowing　he　has　a　particular　fondness　for　them　and　can　afford　our　price。　The　mayorˇs　daughter；　Madge；　opens　the　door。　Sheˇs　in　my　year　at　school。　Being　the　mayorˇs　daughter；　youˇd　expect　her　to　be　a　snob；　but　sheˇs　all　right。　She　just　keeps　to　herself。　Like　me。　Since　neither　of　us　really　has　a　group　of　friends；　we　seem　to　end　up　together　a　lot　at　school。　Eating　lunch；　sitting　next　to　each　other　at　assemblies；　partnering　for　sports　activities。　We　rarely　talk；　which　suits　us　both　just　fine。
Today　her　drab　school　outfit　has　been　replaced　by　an　expensive　white　dress；　and　her　blonde　hair　is　done　up　with　a　pink　ribbon。　Reaping　clothes。
¨Pretty　dress；〃　says　Gale。
Madge　shoots　him　a　look；　trying　to　see　if　itˇs　a　genuine　pliment　or　if　heˇs　just　being　ironic。　It　is　a　pretty　dress；　but　she　would　never　be　wearing　it　ordinarily。　She　presses　her　lips　together　and　then　smiles。　¨Well；　if　I　end　up　going　to　the　Capitol；　I　want　to　look　nice；　donˇt　I？〃
Now　itˇs　Galeˇs　turn　to　be　confused。　Does　she　mean　it？　Or　is　she　messing　with　him？　Iˇm　guessing　the　second。
¨You　wonˇt　be　going　to　the　Capitol；〃　says　Gale　coolly。　His　eyes　land　on　a　small；　circular　pin　that　adorns　her　dress。　Real　gold。　Beautifully　crafted。　It　could　keep　a　family　in　bread　for　months。　¨What　can　you　have？　Five　entries？　I　had　six　when　I　was　just　twelve　years　old。〃
¨Thatˇs　not　her　fault；〃　I　say。
¨No；　itˇs　no　oneˇs　fault。　Just　the　way　it　is；〃　says　Gale。　Madgeˇs　face　has　bee　closed　off。　She　puts　the　money　for　the　berries　in　my　hand。　¨Good　luck；　Katniss。〃　¨You；　too；〃　I　say；　and　the　door　closes。
We　walk　toward　the　Seam　in　silence。　I　donˇt　like　that　Gale　took　a　dig　at　Madge；　but　heˇs　right；　of　course。　The　reaping　system　is　unfair；　with　the　poor　getting　the　worst　of　it。　You　bee　eligible　for　the　reaping　the　day　you　turn　twelve。　That　year；　your　name　is　entered　once。　At　thirteen；　twice。　And　so　on　and　so　on　until　you　reach　the　age　of　eighteen；　the　final　year　of　eligibility；　when　your　name　goes　into　the　pool　seven　times。　Thatˇs　true　for　every　citizen　in　all　twelve　districts　in　the　entire　country　of　Panem。
But　hereˇs　the　catch。　Say　you　are　poor　and　starving　as　we　were。　You　can　opt　to　add　your　name　more　times　in　exchange　for　tesserae。　Each　tessera　is　worth　a　meager　yearˇs　supply　of　grain　and　oil　for　one　person。　You　may　do　this　for　each　of　your　family　members　as　well。　So；　at　the　age　of　twelve；　I　had　my　name　entered　four　times。　Once；　because　I　had　to；　and　three　times　for　tesserae　for　grain　and　oil　for　myself；　Prim；　and　my　mother。　In　fact；　every　year　I　have　needed　to　do　this。　And　the　entries　are　cumulative。　So　now；　at　the　age　of　sixteen；　my　name　will　be　in　the　reaping　twenty　times。　Gale；　who　is　eighteen　and　has　been　either　helping　or　single…handedly　feeding　a　family　of　five　for　seven　years；　will　have　his　name　in　forty…two　times。　
You　can　see　why　someone　like　Madge；　who　has　never　been　at　risk　of　needing　a　tessera；　can　set　him　off。　The　chance　of　her　name　being　drawn　is　very　slim　pared　to　those　of　us　who　live　in　the　Seam。　Not　impossible；　but　slim。　And　even　though　the　rules　were　set　up　by　the　Capitol；　not　the　districts；　certainly　not　Madgeˇs　family；　itˇs　hard　not　to　resent　those　who　donˇt　have　to　sign　up　for　tesserae。
Gale　knows　his　anger　at　Madge　is　misdirected。　On　other　days；　deep　in　the　woods；　Iˇve　listened　to　him　rant　about　how　the　tesserae　are　just　another　tool　to　cause　misery　in　our　district。　A　way　to　plant　hatred　between　the　starving　workers　of　the　Seam　and　those　who　can　generally　count　on　supper　and　thereby　ensure　we　will　never　trust　one　another。　¨Itˇs　to　the　Capitolˇs　advantage　to　have　us　divided　among　ourselves；〃　he　might　say　if　there　were　no　ears　to　hear　but　mine。　If　it　wasnˇt　reaping　day。　If　a　girl　with　a　gold　pin　and　no　tesserae　had　not　made　what　Iˇm　sure　she　thought　was　a　harmless　ment。
As　we　walk；　I　glance　over　at　Galeˇs　face；　still　smoldering　underneath　his　stony　expression。　His　rages　seem　pointless　to　me；　although　I　never　say　so。　Itˇs　not　that　I　donˇt　agree　with　him。　I　do。　But　what　good　is　yelling　about　the　Capitol　in　the　middle　of
the　woods？　It　doesnˇt　change　anything。　It　doesnˇt　make　things　fair。　It　doesnˇt　fill　our　stomachs。　In　fact；　it　scares　off　the　nearby　game。　I　let　him　yell　though。　Better　he　does　it　in　the　woods　than　in　the　district。
Gale　and　I　divide　our　spoils；　leaving　two　fish；　a　couple　of　loaves　of　good　bread；　greens；　a　quart　of　strawberries；　salt；　paraffin；　and　a　bit　of　money　for　each。
¨See　you　in　the　square；〃　I　say。
¨Wear　something　pretty；〃　he　says　flatly。
At　home；　I　find　my　mother　and　sister　are　ready　to　go。　My　mother　wears　a　fine　dress　from　her　apothecary　days。　Prim　is　in　my　first　reaping　outfit；　a　skirt　and　ruffled　blouse。　Itˇs　a　bit　big　on　her；　but　my　mother　has　made　it　stay　with　pins。　Even　so；　sheˇs　having　trouble　keeping　the　blouse　tucked　in　at　the　back。
A　tub　of　warm　water　waits　for　me。　I　scrub　off　the　dirt　and　sweat　from　the　woods　and　even　wash　my　hair。　To　my　surprise；　my　mother　has　laid　out　one　of　her　own　lovely　dresses　for　me。　A　soft　blue　thing　with　matching　shoes。
¨Are　you　sure？〃　I　ask。　Iˇm　trying　to　get　past　rejecting　offers　of　help　from　her。　For　a　while；　I　was　so　angry；　I　wouldnˇt　allow　her　to　do　anything　for　me。　And　this　is　something　special。　Her　clothes　from　her　past　are　very　precious　to　her。
¨Of　course。　Letˇs　put　your　hair　up；　too；〃　she　says。　I　let　her　towel…dry　it　and　braid　it　up　on　my　head。　I　can　hardly　recognize　myself　in　the　cracked　mirror　that　leans　against　the　wall。
¨You　look　beautiful；〃　says　Prim　in　a　hushed　voice。
¨And　nothing　like　myself；〃　I　say。　I　hug　her；　because　I　know　these　next　few　hours　will　be　terrible　for　her。　Her　first　reaping。　Sheˇs　about　as　safe　as　you　can　get；　since　sheˇs　only　entered　once。　I　wouldnˇt　let　her　take　out　any　tesserae。　But　sheˇs　worried　about　me。　That　the　unthinkable　might　happen。
I　protect　Prim　in　every　way　I　can；　but　Iˇm　powerless　against　the　reaping。　The　anguish　I　always　feel　when　sheˇs　in　pain　wells　up　in