the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)-第3部分
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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 my chest and threatens to register on my （ace。 I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm。 ¨Tuck your tail in； little duck；〃 I say； smoothing the blouse back in place。
Prim giggles and gives me a small ¨Quack。〃
¨Quack yourself；〃 I say with a light laugh。 The kind only Prim can draw out of me。 ¨e on； letˇs eat；〃 I say and plant a quick kiss on the top of her head。
The fish and greens are already cooking in a stew； but that will be for supper。 We decide to save the strawberries and bakery bread for this eveningˇs meal； to make it special we say。 Instead we drink milk from Primˇs goat； Lady； and eat the rough bread made from the tessera grain； although no one has much appetite anyway。
At one oˇclock； andatory unless you are on deathˇs door。 This evening； officials will e around and check to see if this is the case。 If not； youˇll be imprisoned。
Itˇs too bad； really； that they hold the reaping in the square one of the few places in District 12 that can be pleasant。 The squareˇs surrounded by shops； and on public market days； especially if thereˇs good weather； it has a holiday feel to it。 But today； despite the bright banners hanging on the buildings； thereˇs an air of grimness。 The camera crews； perched like buzzards on rooftops； only add to the effect。
People file in silently and sign in。 The reaping is a good opportunity for the Capitol to keep tabs on the population as well。 Twelve… through eighteen…year…olds are herded into roped areas marked off by ages； the oldest in the front； the young ones； like Prim； toward the back。 Family members line up around the perimeter； holding tightly to one anotherˇs hands。 But there are others； too； who have no one they love at stake； or who no longer care； who slip among the crowd； taking bets on the two kids whose names will be drawn。 Odds are given on their ages； whether theyˇre Seam or merchant； if they will break down and weep。 Most refuse dealing with the racketeers but carefully； carefully。 These same people tend to be informers； and who hasnˇt broken the law？ I could be shot on a daily basis for hunting； but the appetites of those in charge protect me。 Not everyone can claim the same。
Anyway； Gale and I agree that if we have to choose between dying of hunger and a bullet in the head； the bullet would be much quicker。
The space gets tighter； more claustrophobic as people arrive。 The squareˇs quite large； but not enough to hold District 12ˇs population of about eight thousand。 Lateers are directed to the adjacent streets； where they can watch the event on screens as itˇs televised live by the state。
I find myself standing in a clump of sixteens from the Seam。 We all exchange terse nods then focus our attention on the temporary stage that is set up before the Justice Building。 It holds three chairs； a podium； and two large glass balls； one for the boys and one for the girls。 I stare at the paper slips in the girlsˇ ball。 Twenty of them have Katniss Everdeen written on them in careful handwriting。
Two of the three chairs fill with Madgeˇs father； Mayor Undersee； whoˇs a tall； balding man； and Effie Trinket； District 12ˇs escort； fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin； pinkish hair； and spring green suit。 They murmur to each other
and then look with concern at the empty seat。
Just as the town clock strikes two； the mayor steps up to the podium and begins to read。 Itˇs the same story every year。 He tells of the history of Panem； the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America。 He lists the disasters； the droughts； the storms； the fires； the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land； the brutal war for what little sustenance remained。 The result was Panem； a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts； which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens。 Then came the Dark Days； the uprising of the districts against the Capitol。 Twelve were defeated； the thirteenth obliterated。 The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and； as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated； it gave us the Hunger Games。
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple。 In punishment for the uprising； each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy； called tributes； to participate。 The twentyfour tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland。 Over a period of several weeks； the petitors must fight to the death。 The last tribute standing wins。
Taking the kids from our districts； forcing them to kill one another while we watch this is the Capitolˇs way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy。 How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion。
Whatever words they use； the real message is clear。 ¨Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and thereˇs nothing you can do。 If you lift a finger； we will destroy every last one of you。 Just as we did in District Thirteen。〃
To make it humiliating as well as torturous； the Capitol requires us to treat the Hunger Games as a festivity； a sporting event pitting every district against the others。 The last tribute alive receives a life of ease back home； and their district will be showered with prizes； largely consisting of food。 All year； the Capitol will show the winning district gifts of grain and oil and even delicacies like sugar while the rest of us battle starvation。
¨It is both a time for repentance and a time for thanks；〃 intones the mayor。
Then he reads the list of past District 12 victors。 In seventyfour years； we have had exactly two。 Only one is still alive。 Haymitch Abernathy； a paunchy； middle…aged man； who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible； staggers onto the stage； and falls into the third chair。 Heˇs drunk。 Very。 The crowd responds with its token applause； but heˇs confused and tries to give Effie Trinket a big hug； which she
barely manages to fend off。
The mayor looks distressed。 Since all of this is being televised； right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem； and he knows it。 He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Effie Trinket。
Bright and bubbly as ever； Effie Trinket trots to the podium and gives her signature； ¨Happy Hunger Games！ And may the odds be ever in your favor！〃 Her pink hair must be a wig because her curls have shifted slightly off…center since her encounter with Haymitch。 She goes on a bit about what an honor it is to be here； although everyone knows sheˇs just aching to get bumped up to a better district where they have proper victors； not drunks who molest you in front of the entire nation。
Through the crowd； I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile。 As reapings go； this one at least has a slight entertainment factor。 But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty…two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor。 Not pared to a lot of the boys。 And maybe heˇs thinking the same thing about me beca
