دانلود رمان انگلیسی “اسب و من”

A horse stood on the highway. I slammed on the rusty brakes, bringing my red moped to a stop. The tires skidded on the scalding, nearly melting asphalt, and the smell of burned rubber stung my nose. In the middle of the road—between a used car dealership with a fading flag fluttering in the wind and a former pachinko parlor with its signs taken down—was a glistening black horse. Small cars, large trucks, buses, and motorcycles were all honking their horns, but the sounds went unheeded by the animal. Towering about twice my height, it stood in the center of the commotion, calmly moving its head around. The brim of my helmet had slipped down, and when I pushed it up, our eyes met. A sorrowful and somehow familiar black, the horse’s eyes were fixed on me. For some reason, a sigh escaped my mouth. A bead of sweat fell from my forehead to my sunburned neck and dampened the collar of my worn-out shirt. The horse didn’t look away from me. To make sure that I hadn’t lost my mind, I raised the corners of my mouth. Good, I can still smile. The horse took two, three steps toward me. My pulse quickened and beat fiercely against my eardrums. The sound of the horse’s hard hooves hitting the asphalt synced with the beating of my heart. I could smell the animal—like hay and milk mixed together. That very moment, the horse looked toward the heavens and neighed loudly, as if to let me know that this was not all an illusion.