sliep ik onrustig, bang dat het nie

sliep ik onrustig, bang dat het niet door zou gaan. I cherished my illusions.


Meneer Partout was kolenhandelaar. Niet dat hij zelf met zakken sjouwde (daarvoor had hij mensen in dienst). Hij hield kantoor in een grote havenstad en moest elke dag heen en weer naar huis rijden over de net aangelegde snelwegen. HIj verdiende niet zoveel, maar genoeg om zijn gezin te onderhouden. Zijn vooruitzichten waren goed; hij had een huis dicht bij de kust gekocht en om de aankoop te financieren verhuurde hij het in de zomer aan gezinnen uit de grote stad.
Toen ik het huis voor het eerst zag viel het me enigszins tegen. Meneer Partout zat in zijn rieten fautieul aan het raam en rookte een pijp. Hij liet de ontvangst aan zijn vrouw Marie over. Ze was een goedmoedige vrouw van in de veertig en ze droeg een schort waaraan ze haar handen constant afveegde.
"Hoe was de reis? Konden jullie het vinden?"
De ouders van mijn vriendje Jake haalden diep adem, want ze hadden net de koffers uit de auto gehaald en die met veel moeite naar de overloop gesleept. Natuurlijk was er geen lift in dit huis, het was tenslotte geen hotel. Buiten hing een bordje aan de muur: kamers te huur voor de zomer. En omdat er meerdere huizen in de badplaats verhuurd werden, was het nog flink zoeken geweest.
"Ja hoor," zei de moeder van Jake. "Makkelijk zat.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

I slept uneasily, afraid that it would go. I cherished my illusions.Mr. Partout was coal merchant. Not that he himself with bags sjouwde (earlier, he had people in service). He held office in a major port city and had to drive home every day back and forth over the net landscaped highways. He earned not as much, but enough to support his family. His prospects were good; He had bought a house close to the coast and to finance the purchase in the summer he rented to families from the big city.When I first saw the House fell somewhat against me. Mr. Partout sat in his Wicker fautieul at the window and smoked a pipe. He let the reception to his wife Marie. She was a good-natured woman in her forties and she wore an apron which she wiped her hands constantly."How was the trip? Could you find it? "The parents of my boyfriend Jake took a deep breath, because they had just the bags out of the car, and that having a lot of trouble to the overflow. Of course, there was no lift in this House, it was, after all, not a hotel. Outside Hung a sign on the wall: rooms to rent for the summer. And because there were several homes in the seaside resort of rented, it was still quite searching."Yes," said the mother of Jake. "Easy sat.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

I slept uneasily, worried that it would not proceed. I cherished my illusions. Mr. Partout was coal merchant. Not that he himself dragged in sacks (before he had employees). He held office in a major port and had to go home driving back and forth every day on the newly created highways. HE did not earn much, but enough to support his family. His prospects were good; he bought a house close to the coast and to finance the purchase he rented in the summer to families from the big city. When I saw the house for the first time it occurred to me somewhat disappointing. Mr. Partout sat in his wicker fautieul to the window and smoked a pipe. He left the reception with his wife Marie. She was a good-natured woman in her forties and she wore an apron which she constantly wiped her hands. "How was the trip? Could you find it?" The parents of my boyfriend Jake took a deep breath, because they are just the cases were from reached the car and dragged to the landing with ease. Of course there was no elevator in this house, it was after all not a hotel. Outside hung a sign on the wall: rooms for rent for the summer. And because there are several houses in the resort were rented, it was still quite a search. "Yes," said the mother of Jake. "Easy enough.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

i was restless, afraid they wouldn"t go. i cherished my illusions.mr. fall was kolenhandelaar. not that he himself with bags of sand (for he had people in service). he held office in a large port and had to go back home every day and drive on the highway just built. he was not much, but enough to support his family. his prospects were good; he had bought a house near the coast and to finance the purchase in the summer he rented to families in the big city.when i first saw the house fell slightly against me. mr. fall was in his thatched fautieul to the window and smoking a pipe. he left the reception to his wife marie. she was a good-natured woman of 40 and she wore an apron which she wiped her hands all the time."how was the trip? could you find it? "the parents of my boyfriend jake took a deep breath, because she just had the bags out of the car and dragged to the hard landing. of course, there was no elevator in this house, it was not a hotel. outside was a sign on the wall: rooms to rent for the summer. and because many houses were leased in the seaside resort, it was hard to find."yes," said the mother of jake. " it was easy.