دانلود رمان انگلیسی “اگر تو بروی”

Audrey pushes the Hoover around the gallery before it opens, planning in her mind how to draw a value study of the light outside. The eastern sky, stark this morning, will require the lightest touch of graphite, but she’ll press more firmly to convey the façades of buildings in shadow. There will be other variations she hasn’t yet noticed, in the clouds and the storefront windows, for instance. She loves to do this, find the pattern of light and dark across a scene. It changes constantly, depending on the time of day, the season, her perspective. But a customer raps his knuckles on the glass door. Vacuuming in plain view, she can’t very well turn him away. Halfway around the long and narrow room, he stops in front of her painting. His camel-hair coat, golden tan, has fallen open, and his arms hang slack at his sides. The canvas is large, five by six feet. Cutting a long diagonal across an expanse of water and horizon is a rowboat. It looks empty but for a bird perched on its gunwale. The palette is earthy browns and dark grays, subtle streaks of violet and blue in the sky and the bird’s wing. Twilight colors. To look at the whole is both calming and unsettling. The piece has hung in the gallery off and on for years, never sold after its exhibition at the Corcoran, and now rests against the wall, on the floor. The Wing. Audrey usually doesn’t notice the painting, just as she has ceased to see scuff marks along baseboards or broken sash cords in the house where she lives. She has been in the gallery often enough while someone studies her work to be inured to such scrutiny. But she does not want to watch, not today. “I’m looking for something for my wife. Or for us. Our anniversary.” He smiles at Audrey, as though this declaration will evoke sympathy from her, a woman. A pair of aviator sunglasses dangles from his hand. He has no way of knowing that she is planning to leave her own husband. There will be no more anniversaries. The decision is final, but as of yesterday’s letter, her departure may be delayed. This troubled her long into the night, and she slept poorly. She smiles anyway. Selling a painting is about making people feel a certain way when they are in the gallery, the sensation they have while looking at the art, and she’s determined to exude warmth.