دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تمامِ آنچه با خود به خانه می‌بریم”

Oh no. Was it that time already? The little gray mare bobbed her head, huffed, and pawed at the fresh straw in her stall. Her massive sides heaved, and her tail flicked as if she was in pain. She huffed again and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground in her stall. From what I’d seen of the other horses from Hostau giving birth, this didn’t look normal. I needed to find the veterinarian, fast. I raced through the makeshift aisles of this former Luftwaffe airfield turned horse stables. Mira was one of the hundreds of pregnant mares we’d had to transport, and we knew it was risky to move them such a distance so late in their pregnancy. I hadn’t known anything about horses before my men and I tiptoed into Czechoslovakia and evacuated these horses so the Soviets couldn’t seize them from the now-defeated Nazis. I was a city kid from Philly. I appreciated the history and tradition of my cavalry unit but had never expected to stand beside the beasts. “Do you know where Dr. Baumann is?” I asked Eddie as I drew near him. Sergeant Eddie Moore was lanky and had laugh lines etched in his narrow face. He held two nails in his lips as he hammered a loose board on the ramshackle stalls we’d been patching for days. He jutted his chin to the northern barns. “Has his hands full with a foal on the way.” My heart dropped. Mira didn’t have much time.