Een neut zou er wel ingaan," zei hi

Een neut zou er wel ingaan," zei hij.
De dokter had Deborah erop gewezen, dat alcohol slecht samenging met de zware medicijnen.
"Zou je dat nu wel doen? Thee zou misschien beter zijn."
"Thee!" sprak hij verachtelijk. "Ik word nog eens thee. Waarom geen neut?"
"De medicijnen."
"Ja, zo lust ik er nog wel een. Ik ga bijna dood en ik mag geen sterke drank meer, wat een onzin! Die paar druppeltje alchohol zullen ook het verschil niet maken!"
Deborah zuchtte. Ze liep naar de kast en haalde de fles jenever eruit tesamen met een borrelglaasje. Ze zette alles op het kastje naast zijn bed.
"Nou, eentje dan."
"Hmm, eentje? En als ik nou dorst heb?"
Deborah stond in dubio. Wie was zij om hem dit kleine genoegen te ontzeggen? Hoe zou ze zich voelen als ze in dezelfde omstandigheden zou verkeren? Iedereen om je heen wist het altijd beter, maar je leven was toch van jezelf? Ze draaide de dop van de fles en zette er een speciale schenker op. Met trillende handen schonk ze hem de borrel in.
Hij keek geconcentreerd toe hoe ze de handeling verrichtte. Tegelijkertijd had ze het gevoel, dat hij haar uitdaagde, of ze zijn koppigheid kon weerstaan. Ze wist dat hij het waardeerde, dat ze hem verzorgde in het huis waarin ze geboren was. Het huis met de vele herinneringen.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

A neut would go into it, "he said.The doctor had Deborah pointed out, that alcohol is bad with the heavy drugs."Would you do that now? Tea would be maybe better. ""Tea!" said he is despicable. "I am another tea. Why not NA? ""The medications.""Yes, so lust I there may still be a. I'm going to almost dead and I cannot be a strong drink more, what a crap! Those few drop of alchohol will also not make the difference! "Deborah sighed. They ran to the closet and took out the Gin bottle look like together with a shot glass. They put everything on the table next to his bed."Well, one then.""Hmm, one? And as I well thirst? "Deborah was of two minds. Who was she to deny him this small pleasure? How would they feel if they would find themselves in the same conditions? Everyone around you knew it always better, but your life was still by yourself? She turned the cap of the bottle and put a special schenker on. With trembling hands she gave him the drink in.He looked focused as they performed the Act. At the same time, she had the feeling, that he challenged her, or they could withstand his stubbornness. She knew that he appreciated, that they kept him in the House in which she was born. The House with the many memories.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Neutrode would go there, "he said.
The doctor had Deborah noted that alcohol poorly with strong
medication." Would you do it now? Tea might be better.
"" Tea? "He said contemptuously." I get another tea. Why not neutering?
"" The medications.
"" Yeah, I still have a lust there. I'm almost dead and I can no longer spirits, what nonsense! Those few trickle alchohol will not make a difference!
"Deborah sighed. She went to the cupboard and took out the bottle of gin out together with a shot glass. She put everything on the table beside his
bed." Well, one more then.
"" Hmm , alone? What if I am thirsty!
"Deborah was torn apart. Who was she to deny him this small pleasure? How would she feel if she would be in the same conditions? Everyone around was always around knew better, but your life do yourself? She turned the bottle cap and put a special donor on. With trembling hands she poured him a drink in.
He looked focused how she did the act. At the same time she had the feeling that he challenged her, whether they could withstand his stubbornness. She knew he appreciated that she took care of him in the house where she was born. The house with many memories.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

a drink would go there, "he said." the doctor had deborah pointed out that alcohol was bad, with the heavy drugs. "" would you do that? tea might be better. "
" tea! " he spoke despicable. " i'm more tea. why not drink? "

"medicine." "yes, i'd like another. i'm dying and i can't drink more, what nonsense!a few drop of alcohol will not make a difference. " "deborah sighed. she went to the closet and pulled out a bottle of gin together with borrelglaasje. she put everything on the table next to his bed. "" well, just one. "" "hmm, one? and if i'm thirsty? " "deborah was torn. who was this little pleasure for him to deny?how would they feel when they are in the same circumstances? everyone around you always knew better, but you were yourself? she turned the cap of the bottle and put a special donor. with trembling hands, she gave him a drink. "he was focused on how they performed the operation. at the same time, she had the feeling that he challengedor they could resist his stubbornness. she knew that he appreciated that she took him into the house where she was born. the house with many memories.