دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آلگرو”

I came to Leipzig, lost, in search of a sign. What did I hope to find? Some manner of guidance from a dead composer? A message left behind among the living? Or some other sort of contact floating in the air, awaiting someone adrift like me, someone who had not even been born when that musician expired, not far from where I now stand, in this very city? So absurd and desperate a quest could not be communicated to those who care for me, least of all to Constanze, who would have seen it as more evidence that I was unhinged, harrowed by debt, and sliding into melancholia. King Frederick requires me in Potsdam, I told her, he will award me a post that will solve all our problems. Though nothing of the kind was true. As Leipzig was on the route to Potsdam, she would not find it entirely strange that I should stop here, offer a concert, replenish my coffers for a while, bring her back a pittance. Impossible to tell my loving little wife that I expected a whisper from God or somebody else to visit me.