De leden van haar kleine groep knik

De leden van haar kleine groep knikten instemmend.
"Ik heb gehoord, dat je daarna altijd onvruchtbaar bent. Want er is gewoon iets kapot gemaakt. Het is heiligschennis, want God weet dat we alle kleine kinderen nodig hebben voor het Vaterland. Maar het ligt er natuurlijk wel aan welke kinderen."
Ze keken weer naar Gabriella, die haar broden in haar tas had gestopt. De geur van versgebakken brood vulde haar neusgaten. Ze had honger. Ze had steeds honger, de laatste tijd. Haar vreetbuien waren zo heftig, dat ze vaak de gekste dingen at. Dingen die ze normaal niet zou lusten. Gisteren nog had ze een hele pot zure augurken verobert. Een hele pop! Naderhand had ze zich wel weer misselijk gevoeld en alles uitgekotst in het toilet, maar ze kon geen weerstand bieden aan voedsel. Het was vreselijk.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

The members of her small group nodded in agreement."I have heard, that you are always infertile. Because there's just something destroyed. It is sacrilege, because Lord knows we need all the little children for the Fatherland. But it is, of course, to which children. "They looked back to Gabriella, who had stopped her loaves of bread in her bag. The smell of freshly baked bread filled her nostrils. She was hungry. She had still hungry, lately. Her tantrums were so violently, that she often eats away the craziest things at. Things they wouldn't normally lusts. Yesterday she had a whole pot sour pickles verobert. A whole pop! Later, she was again felt nauseous and vomited out everything in the toilet, but they could not resist food. It was terrible.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

The members of her small group nodded in agreement.
"I've heard that afterwards you are always infertile. Because there's just made ​​something broken. It is sacrilege, because God knows that we need all small children for the Fatherland. But it is there is of course what kids.
"She looked back at Gabriella, who had stopped her bread in her bag. The smell of freshly baked bread filled her nostrils. She was hungry. She was always hungry lately. Her binge eating were so severe that they often ate the weirdest things. Things that they normally would not lust. Only yesterday she had verobert a whole pot of sour pickles. A very pop! Afterward she'd do again felt nauseous and vomited everything in the toilet, but she could not resist food. It was awful.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

the members of the small group nodded their heads. "" i've heard that you are always sterile. because there's just anything. it is sacrilegious, because god knows we all small children need for the fatherland. but it is, of course, the children. "" they looked back to gabriella, who had stopped her bread in her bag.the smell of freshly baked bread filled her nostrils. she was hungry. she was still hungry, the last time. her overeating were so intense that they often ate the craziest things. things they wouldn't normally do. yesterday she had a whole pot verobert sour pickles. a doll! afterwards she is sick again and everything felt ostracized in the bathroom.but she couldn't resist food. it was terrible.