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Ex 303/ Dear Victoria!
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Message de here4u posté le 15-07-2025 à 10:27:30 (S | E | F)
Hello, dear friends,
Shall I have many
, some of you working on this (quite difficult) text... To understand this text,
you have to seize the atmosphere of the place... Will you?
Translate into French:
Yes, now the moment has come and we are really off.
We drive off for Victoria,
Dear Victoria – gateway to the world beyond England- how I love your continental platform.
And how I love trains, anyway! Snuffing the sulphurous smell ecstatically different from the
faint aloof, distantly oily smell of a boat, which always depresses my spirits with its prophecy
of nauseous days to come. But a train – a big snorting, hurrying, companionable train, with its
big puffing engine, sending up clouds of steam, and seeming to say impatiently: «I’ve got to be
off, I’ve got to be off, I’ve got to be off!» - is a friend! It shares your mood, for you, too,
are saying: I’m going to be off, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going […]»
By the door of our Pullman, friends are waiting to see us off. The usual conversations take place.
Famous last words pour from my lips- instructions about dogs, about children, about forwarding
letters, about sending out books, about forgotten items, ‘and I think you’ll find it on the piano,
but it may be on the bathroom shelf’. All the things that have been said before, and do not in the
least need saying again!
Agatha Christie, Come Tell Me How You Live.
Ce texte est un
et sa correction sera en ligne le mardi 29 juillet 2025.
, I hope!
Anyway, THE FORCE will be with You!
Message de here4u posté le 15-07-2025 à 10:27:30 (S | E | F)
Hello, dear friends,
Shall I have many
, some of you working on this (quite difficult) text... To understand this text,you have to seize the atmosphere of the place... Will you?
Translate into French:
Yes, now the moment has come and we are really off.
We drive off for Victoria,
Dear Victoria – gateway to the world beyond England- how I love your continental platform.
And how I love trains, anyway! Snuffing the sulphurous smell ecstatically different from the
faint aloof, distantly oily smell of a boat, which always depresses my spirits with its prophecy
of nauseous days to come. But a train – a big snorting, hurrying, companionable train, with its
big puffing engine, sending up clouds of steam, and seeming to say impatiently: «I’ve got to be
off, I’ve got to be off, I’ve got to be off!» - is a friend! It shares your mood, for you, too,
are saying: I’m going to be off, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going […]»
By the door of our Pullman, friends are waiting to see us off. The usual conversations take place.
Famous last words pour from my lips- instructions about dogs, about children, about forwarding
letters, about sending out books, about forgotten items, ‘and I think you’ll find it on the piano,
but it may be on the bathroom shelf’. All the things that have been said before, and do not in the
least need saying again!
Agatha Christie, Come Tell Me How You Live.
Ce texte est un
et sa correction sera en ligne le mardi 29 juillet 2025., I hope!
Anyway, THE FORCE will be with You!
Réponse : Ex 303/ Dear Victoria! de gerold, postée le 15-07-2025 à 17:43:44 (S | E)
Hello!
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Oui, le moment est venu maintenant, nous sommes vraiment partis. La voiture nous emporte vers Victoria (Station). Chère Victoria, porte du monde au-delà de l'Angleterre. Que j'aime ton quai continental !
Et que j'aime les trains, d'ailleurs ! Respirer cette senteur de souffre, si joyeusement différente de l'odeur d'huile distante et vaguement hostile d'un bateau, la qui m'évoque les journées nauséeuses à venir. Mais un train, un grand train qui s'ébroue et se hâte, gentil compagnon avec sa grosse locomotive piaffante, qui projette des panaches de fumée, semblant dire avec impatience « Faut qu'j'y aille », « Faut qu'j'y aille », Faut qu'j'y aille », c'est un ami ! Vos pensées se rejoignent car, toi aussi, tu te dis « J'vais partir », « Je pars », « Je pars », « Je pars » ?
À la portière de notre (voiture) Pullman, des amis attendent de nous voir partir. On se dit les banalités habituelles. Mes lèvres laissent tomber les dernières paroles rituelles : instruction au sujet des chiens, des enfants, du courrier à réexpédier, des livres à envoyer, des objets oubliés « et je pense que vous trouverez ça sur le piano, à moins que ce soit sur l'étagère de la salle de bain ». Tout ce qui avait déjà été dit et qu’il n’y avait nul besoin de redire.
Agatha Christie
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