دانلود رمان انگلیسی “زندگی دوگانه‌ی ایو سینکلر”

The Woman With Blood on her hands pressed her face into the earth, praying for the soldiers to pass. If they stopped they’d see her and then she wasn’t sure what she would do. Running wasn’t much of an option, since her ankle had not fully recovered from the jump, the bad landing. Besides, she was on a slope, and these men had Schmeissers. They got closer, preceded by cigarette smoke. The soldiers were discussing soccer, their rival teams’ merits. Ribbing each other, like men anywhere. Now they were just below her, two body-lengths away. If they glanced sideways, they were certain to see the top of her head in the bush. Look straight up, and they couldn’t miss the wire that ran to her explosives. Those were seventy metres away, packed around the central stanchion of the bridge. She held her breath. Then something touched her head. She heard the faintest hiss of burning hair before she felt the sting. The men passed on, but she waited till they were ten paces further down the path before she reached up and patted the place where her scalp burned from a German’s flicked cigarette butt. The men’s voices carried clearly up the gorge. It was not that deep there, the reason why the bridge had been built in this place. All too soon the guards would reach the riverbank. Which is why she still didn’t rise, only did now what she’d failed to do before because she’d been careless and they’d come upon her so suddenly—reached slowly back to her feet where she’d laid her Sten gun, and pulled the weapon up into her arms.