DE REIS NAAR FRIESLANDMaah maah Shu

DE REIS NAAR FRIESLAND







Maah maah Shu hield rillend haar vingers boven het kunstig bewerkte stoofje, dat feitelijk voor de voeten bedoeld was. Ze varieerde hun afstand boven het walmende gaatjespatroon. Haar ruggetje was gebogen als een geknakte bamboestengel, want haar moeder had haar toen ze nog een baby was van de commode laten vallen. Ze keek kregelig op toen haar kleinzoon binnenkwam en zijn blik zag.
“Het is nog nooit zo koud geweest als nu,” zei ze en met een ver-ongelijkt gebaar legde ze haar handen om het stoofje. “Toen je vader klein was kon hij ook niet tegen de kou. We hebben hem eens op een afgelegen havenhoofd gevonden, verkleumd en zielig zat hij ineengekrompen op ons te wachten. Zijn snot was in zijn neusgaten bevroren en hij kon zijn lippen niet meer van elkaar krijgen.”
Ze trok haar donkerblauwe gebreide sjaal vaster om haar nek.
“We zijn anderhalve dag bezig geweest om hem te ontdooien,” zei ze heen en weer draaiend om een goede positie voor het stoofje te be-palen. De hitte deerde haar kennelijk niet. “Hij was blauw aangelopen, net een tonijn en toen zijn lippen loslieten begon hij direct een keel op te zetten, zodat alle buren naar ons toe kwamen, verschrikt door het lawaai. Ze dachten zeker, dat we een varken slachtten. Maar we hadden niet eens een varken. Moet je nagaan, in die tijd, een var-ken. We waren blij met een dode kip.”
Sheng-Du keek op zijn grootmoeder neer. Hij had tranen in zijn ogen, maar deed of het van de kou buiten was. Hij schudde zijn lange haar; er vielen druppeltjes op de grond. Hij probeerde zijn ontroering de baas te blijven, maar dat was moeilijk.
Zeventien jaar was hij weggeweest en ze deed net of hij gisteren nog bij haar op bezoek was geweest. Maah maah Shu was met haar vierentachtig jaar nog kras, maar zeer vergeetachtig.
´Maah maah Shu, ik ben het, Sheng-Du,” riep hij en hij deed nog eens stap naar voren in de kleine ruimte.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

THE TRIP TO FRIESLANDCarlos Carlos Shu kept shivering artfully edited her fingers above the stove, which is in fact for the feet. They ranged their distance above the smoky hole pattern. Her back was arched as a broken bamboo, because her mother had her when she was a baby of the changing table. They looked prickly on when her grandson came in and saw his gaze."It's never as cold as it is today," she said and with a ongelijkt gesture she laid her hands to the stove. "When your father was small he could not stand the cold. We have him on a remote port head found, numb and pathetic he winced sat waiting for us. His snot was frozen in his nostrils and he could not get his lips more of each other. "She pulled her dark blue knit scarf faster around her neck."We spent a day and a half for it to thaw," she said back and forth turning to a good position for the stove to be-poles. The heat didn't bother her obviously not. "He was blue, just running up a tuna came undone when his lips and he began to set up a throat directly, so that all the neighbors came to us, frightened by the noise. They thought for sure, that we slaughtered a pig. But we had not even a pig. You need to consider, in that time, a var-ken. We were happy with a dead chicken. "Sheng-Du looked at his grandmother down. He had tears in his eyes, but did or the cold was outside. He shook his long hair; There were droplets on the ground. He tried his emotion the boss to stay, but that was difficult.Seventeen years was he went away and she did just yesterday at her or he was visiting. Carlos Carlos Shu was with her eighty-four years still scratch but very forgetful.Carlos Carlos ´ Shu, I agree, Sheng-Du, "he called and he did another step forward in the small space.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

THE TRIP TO FRIESLAND







Maah maah Shu kept shaking her fingers over the artfully crafted Warmer, which was actually meant for the feet. They varied their distance above the smoldering hole pattern. Her back was bent like a broken bamboo stalk, because her mother had her when she was a baby dropped from the side. She looked petulant when on came her grandson and his eyes saw.
"It has never been as cold as now," she said with a far seems unlimited gesture she put her hands to the teapot. "When your father was, he was not too small against the cold. We got him once found on a remote pier, cold and pathetic he was shrunken waiting for us. His snot in his nostrils frozen and he could not keep apart his lips. "
She pulled her dark blue knitted scarf tighter around her neck.
" We're a half day spent to thaw him, "she said, turning back and forth a good position for the teapot to be-poles. The heat did not bother her apparently. "He was blue-faced, like a tuna and then let go his lips, he began immediately to develop a throat so all the neighbors came to us, startled by the noise. They thought for sure that we killed a pig. But we had not even a pig. Imagine that, at that time, a bullock-ken. We were happy with a dead chicken. "
Sheng Du looked down at his grandmother. He had tears in his eyes, but pretended it was cold outside. He shook his long hair; droplets fell on the ground. He tried his emotion to keep the boss, but it was difficult.
Seventeen years he had been away and pretended he had been to visit her yesterday. Maah maah Shu was with her eighty-four year scratch, but very forgetful.
'Maah Maah Shu, I, Sheng Du, "he cried, and he made another step forward in the small space.