دانلود رمان انگلیسی “میزان مشارکت”

They were dancers. Their whole lives, nearly. They were dancers who taught dance and taught it well, as their mother had. “Every girl wants to be a ballerina . . .” That’s what their brochure said, their posters, their website, the sentence scrolling across the screen in stately cursive. The Durant School of Dance, EST. 1986 by their mother, a former soloist with the Alberta Ballet, took up the top two floors of a squat, rusty brick office building downtown. It had become theirs after their parents died on a black-ice night more than a dozen years ago, their car caroming across the highway median. When an enterprising local reporter learned it had been their twentieth wedding anniversary, he wrote a story about them, noting their hands were interlocked even in death. Had one of them reached out to the other in those final moments, the reporter wondered to readers, or had they been holding hands all along? All these years later, the story of their parents’ end, passed down like lore, still seemed unbearably romantic to their students—less so to Marie, who, after sobbing violently next to her sister, Dara, through the funeral, insisted, I never saw them hold hands once.