And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via its front door, but through the French windows on our balcony. I wanted to hear his window open, hear his espadrilles on the balcony, and then the sound of my own window, which was never locked, being pushed open as he’d step into my room after everyone had gone to bed, slip under my covers, undress me without asking, and after making me want him more than I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his way into my body, gently and softly, after heeding the words I’d been rehearsing for days now, Please, don’t hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want.
然而，在他抵达大约两周后，每到夜晚，我满脑子只希望他走出房间。不是从前门，而是经过我们共用阳台的落地窗。我想听他落地窗打开的声音，听他布面平底凉鞋踏上阳台的声音，然后是我这边从不上锁的落地窗被推开的声音。众人入眠的夜里，他走进我的房间，钻进我的被窝，不由分说褪下我的衣物，当我渴望他超乎我对任何一个人的渴望时，轻轻地、温柔地，以一个犹太人对另一个犹太人的友爱，向我靠近；在他听到我那句已在舌尖练习了无数遍的“请不要伤害我”——真正的意思其实是：“随意对我做你想要的”之后，轻轻地，温柔地……
I seldom stayed in my room during the day. Instead, for the past few summers I had appropriated a round table with an umbrella in the back garden by the pool. Pavel, our previous summer resident, had liked working in his room, occasionally stepping out onto the balcony to get a glimpse of the sea or smoke a cigarette. Maynard, before him, had also worked in his room. Oliver needed company. He began by sharing my table but eventually grew to like throwing a large sheet on the grass and lying on it, flanked by loose pages of his manuscript and what he liked to call his “things”: lemonade, suntan lotion, books, espadrilles, sunglasses, colored pens, and music, which he listened to with headphones, so that it was impossible to speak to him unless he was speaking to you first. Sometimes, when I came downstairs with my scorebook or other books in the morning, he was already sprawled in the sun wearing his red or yellow bathing suit and sweating. We’d go jogging or swimming, and return to find breakfast waiting for us. Then he got in the habit of leaving his “things” on the grass and lying right on the tiled edge of the pool—called “heaven,” short for “This is heaven,” as he often said after lunch, “I’m going to heaven now,” adding, as an inside joke among Latinists, “to apricate9.” We would tease him about the countless hours he would spend soaking in suntan lotion as he lay on the same exact spot along the pool. “How long were you in heaven this morning?” my mother would ask. “Two straight hours. But I plan to return early this afternoon for a much longer aprication.” Going to the orle of paradise also meant lying on his back along the edge of the pool with one leg dangling in the water, wearing his headphones and his straw hat flat on his face.
白天我不常待在自己的房间里。过去几年夏天的白天，我习惯占用后花园泳池畔一张撑有阳伞的圆桌。之前那位夏天住客帕维尔喜欢在房里工作，偶尔才走到阳台上看看海或抽根烟；在他之前的梅纳德也爱待在自己房间工作。奥利弗喜欢有个伴，起初他和我共用桌子，最后却渐渐喜欢在草地上铺一条大床单躺在上面，两边放着他零散的手稿，还有他喜欢称为“东西”的用品：柠檬茶、防晒霜、书、布面平底凉鞋、太阳镜、彩色笔和音乐；他戴着耳机听音乐，所以除非他先开口，否则听不到别人跟他说话。有时候，当我早上带着乐谱或其他书到楼下，他已经穿着红色或黄色的泳裤，汗涔涔地在太阳下躺成大字形。我们慢跑或游泳回来后，早餐已经在等着我们了。后来他习惯把“东西”留在草地上，人躺在铺了瓷砖的游泳池畔。他称游泳池畔为“天堂”——“这儿是天堂”的简称，因为午餐后他常说“现在我要去天堂”，然后补上一句“去晒太阳了”，当做拉丁学者的圈内笑话。每次他躺在游泳池畔同一个地方，我们便取笑他花上大半天泡在防晒乳液里。“你今天早上‘在天堂’待了多久？”母亲问道。“整整两个钟头。不过下午我打算早点回去，晒久一点。”去天堂的门阶也就是指躺在游泳池畔，一只脚垂在水里，戴上耳机，脸上覆着草帽。
然而，在他抵达大约两周后，每到夜晚，我满脑子只希望他走出房间。不是从前门，而是经过我们共用阳台的落地窗。我想听他落地窗打开的声音，听他布面平底凉鞋踏上阳台的声音，然后是我这边从不上锁的落地窗被推开的声音。众人入眠的夜里，他走进我的房间，钻进我的被窝，不由分说褪下我的衣物，当我渴望他超乎我对任何一个人的渴望时，轻轻地、温柔地，以一个犹太人对另一个犹太人的友爱，向我靠近；在他听到我那句已在舌尖练习了无数遍的“请不要伤害我”——真正的意思其实是：“随意对我做你想要的”之后，轻轻地，温柔地……
I seldom stayed in my room during the day. Instead, for the past few summers I had appropriated a round table with an umbrella in the back garden by the pool. Pavel, our previous summer resident, had liked working in his room, occasionally stepping out onto the balcony to get a glimpse of the sea or smoke a cigarette. Maynard, before him, had also worked in his room. Oliver needed company. He began by sharing my table but eventually grew to like throwing a large sheet on the grass and lying on it, flanked by loose pages of his manuscript and what he liked to call his “things”: lemonade, suntan lotion, books, espadrilles, sunglasses, colored pens, and music, which he listened to with headphones, so that it was impossible to speak to him unless he was speaking to you first. Sometimes, when I came downstairs with my scorebook or other books in the morning, he was already sprawled in the sun wearing his red or yellow bathing suit and sweating. We’d go jogging or swimming, and return to find breakfast waiting for us. Then he got in the habit of leaving his “things” on the grass and lying right on the tiled edge of the pool—called “heaven,” short for “This is heaven,” as he often said after lunch, “I’m going to heaven now,” adding, as an inside joke among Latinists, “to apricate9.” We would tease him about the countless hours he would spend soaking in suntan lotion as he lay on the same exact spot along the pool. “How long were you in heaven this morning?” my mother would ask. “Two straight hours. But I plan to return early this afternoon for a much longer aprication.” Going to the orle of paradise also meant lying on his back along the edge of the pool with one leg dangling in the water, wearing his headphones and his straw hat flat on his face.
白天我不常待在自己的房间里。过去几年夏天的白天，我习惯占用后花园泳池畔一张撑有阳伞的圆桌。之前那位夏天住客帕维尔喜欢在房里工作，偶尔才走到阳台上看看海或抽根烟；在他之前的梅纳德也爱待在自己房间工作。奥利弗喜欢有个伴，起初他和我共用桌子，最后却渐渐喜欢在草地上铺一条大床单躺在上面，两边放着他零散的手稿，还有他喜欢称为“东西”的用品：柠檬茶、防晒霜、书、布面平底凉鞋、太阳镜、彩色笔和音乐；他戴着耳机听音乐，所以除非他先开口，否则听不到别人跟他说话。有时候，当我早上带着乐谱或其他书到楼下，他已经穿着红色或黄色的泳裤，汗涔涔地在太阳下躺成大字形。我们慢跑或游泳回来后，早餐已经在等着我们了。后来他习惯把“东西”留在草地上，人躺在铺了瓷砖的游泳池畔。他称游泳池畔为“天堂”——“这儿是天堂”的简称，因为午餐后他常说“现在我要去天堂”，然后补上一句“去晒太阳了”，当做拉丁学者的圈内笑话。每次他躺在游泳池畔同一个地方，我们便取笑他花上大半天泡在防晒乳液里。“你今天早上‘在天堂’待了多久？”母亲问道。“整整两个钟头。不过下午我打算早点回去，晒久一点。”去天堂的门阶也就是指躺在游泳池畔，一只脚垂在水里，戴上耳机，脸上覆着草帽。
