What with his bloody hands, red face and spotted apron, he looked like a real butcher.
Mrs. D. was trying to do everything at once: learning Dutch out of a book, stirring the soup, watching the meat,
sighing and moaning about her broken rib. That's what happens when old (!) ladies do such stupid exercises to get rid of their fat behinds!
Dussel had an eye infection and was sitting next to the stove dabbing his eye with camomile tea.
Pim, seated in the one ray of sunshine coming through the window, kept having to move his chair this way and that to stay out of the way.
His rheumatism must have been bothering him because he was slightly hunched over
and was keeping an eye on Mr. van Daan with an agonized expression on his face.
He reminded me of those aged invalids you see in the poor-house.
Peter was romping around the room with Mouschi, the cat, while Mother, Margot and I were peeling boiled potatoes.
When you get right down to it, none of us were doing our work properly, because we were all so busy watching Mr. van Daan.
Dussel has opened his dental practice. Just for fun, I'll describe the session with his very first patient.
Mother was ironing, and Mrs. van D., the first victim, sat down on a chair in the middle of the room.
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