دانلود رمان انگلیسی “همسر انگلیسی” – یک رمان تاریخی کاملاً گیرا و الهام بخش از جنگ جهانی دوم

Clementine Churchill peered out the long windows of Chartwell’s dining room and across the rolling gardens to the family swimming pool, glowing pink in the last rays of the September sun. If she squinted into the low light she could almost see ten years into the past, to the children splashing around, encouraged by Winston in one of his more exuberant moods. She could almost see a brightly coloured ball bouncing between them and light dappling through the trees to sparkle on the water. If she tried really hard, she could almost see herself sitting in a deckchair, offering pennies for wellexecuted dives and holding out towels when the children ran to her for warmth. It had been a happy time, one she hadn’t appreciated to the full and now longed to recapture – the embodiment of family contentment, of fun, of peace. But peace was becoming an increasingly precious commodity in Europe, and in Chartwell too. ‘Hitler lies!’ Winston bellowed, and Clementine turned reluctantly from the idyllic view to the group of men huddled around her dining table. ‘He promises peace, but that’s conditional on us letting him take as many countries as he chooses and imposing his hateful brand of fascism upon them. What sort of peace is that?!’ Clementine leaned against one of her perfectly upholstered dining chairs to steady herself. Her husband was right, but only the few men clustered here, in their country home, were listening to him. ‘The cabinet just don’t seem to appreciate the vastness of Hitler’s plans,’ one of their guests moaned. ‘Quite!’ Winston agreed. ‘Have none of them read Mein Kampf? Because I have and it’s not pretty!’ That wasn’t, Clementine thought, strictly true. She had read it for him, her well-schooled German almost as good as her perfect French. She’d sat patiently translating every line as Winston had paced his study, muttering furiously at the phrases that caught his imagination – which had been almost all of them. And, to be fair, he would remember it better than she. He always did. ‘His plans are clearly laid out,’ Winston raged on. ‘He intends to take over central Europe for his blasted Aryans and eliminate anyone who doesn’t fit his very precise mould. Sudetenland will never satisfy the greedy dog. He wants all of Czechoslovakia, mark my words, and then Poland and the Low Countries. France, if he thinks he can get it, which he does! And what’s after France? We are, that’s what! Why can’t Chamberlain see it?’ The men mumbled agreement into their wine and Winston sank into his seat, turning despairing eyes on Clementine. She saw the fierce, furious passion burning within them for the fate of this pretty island of theirs and felt her heart turn over.