دانلود رمان انگلیسی “زن اهل ناکجاآباد”

The bar probably had the capacity to fit twenty-five people. It was the closest thing to an actual hole-in-the-wall that I’d ever seen. Outside, it looked like a big shack. Inside was no different. There was no stone, brick or drywall to be seen. It was all rough wood, even the planks on the floor. There were three taps for beer, one for cider, and a single shelf behind the bar displaying bottles of alcohol, the closest thing they had to top shelf being Jack Daniels Old No. 7. Providing heat on this chilly night were a small, cast-iron fireplace in a back corner, walls that kept the wind out (just barely) and bodies. There were four bar stools in front of the short bar, an entry space that was big enough to allow a few people to stand, four tables with four chairs each (yes, all wood), two-by-twos along the walls with an aisle between, which led up to a miniscule stage mostly taken up with two humungous speakers that were absolutely not needed in this small space.