دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تصمیم ویویانس”

AFTER VIVIAN Kolson Jacobson uprooted her family to a Chicago suburb, gardening became her refuge from her four young children’s incessant demands. She yanked weeds with the same firm thrusts that she used to braid her daughter’s hair. When a cawing blue jay swooped low as if to herald the eldest child’s arrival and mimic her shrieks, Vivian sprang from her knees and winced to feel an ache in her breast. She pressed her palm against her tender chest, lost her grip on her hard-won bunch of thistles, and stood dumbstruck watching the unwanted greenery flutter among the fledgling pepper and tomato plants. Vivian’s haven was shattered. “Look what you made me do, Irene!” the six-year-old swatted her temple and screamed, “Little helicopters are buzzing me!” Helicopters? Funny, how her precocious child viewed these whizzing cicadas. When they lived in the city, Irene loved to spot whirlybirds flying over their apartment building on their way to Meigs Field at Chicago’s lakefront. Here, the droning miniatures terrified her. Vivian tried to hide her own squeamishness when she brushed one away from her daughter’s crown. icker than an adult’s pointer finger, the blue-bodied, red-eyed nuisances were hands-down uglier than garden-variety grasshoppers. Vivian had never seen any grasshopper before moving out here. She and her husband, Mel, grew up in the cement enclave of Chicago’s hardscrabble west side, both children of Russian Jewish immigrants. A report in the local paper had warned that new housing developments like theirs, mushrooming over reclaimed marshlands, would be the hardest hit by the imminent invasion. As predicted, the cicadas arrived in droves, but nothing had prepared Vivian for the messy, noisy onslaught. Vivian lifted the muslin netting to peek at the baby asleep in his carriage beside her, popped over to prop open the back door to check on the toddler babbling in her playpen, then smoothed Irene’s bangs, grabbed her daughter’s fist, and with her free hand, commandeered the buggy and steered it into the front yard.