Correction D'un Devoir

[louli51]

Bonjour, j'ai eu à faire un récit sur une histoire mysterieuse, ce serait pour savoir si quelqu'un pourrait juste me corriger les fautes d'orthographe sa serait cool merci

The white soul

The story takes place on a rural road of the Landes, near Dax, a foggy night in the month of December.

Mister Bernachy was returning at home alone after a meal with friends, he was tired and a little drunk. No car was circulating on this road, the lights of the village weren't very numerous... It was cold. The mist moved slowly on the windshield of the car. A few minutes later, the visibility was almost zero, which forced Mr. Bernachy to take a rag in the glove box and wipe the windshield. Suddenly he saw a white silhouette in the distance. Surprised, he decelerated to differentiate this white form in the mist. Then he realized that it was a blond girl, dressed an ancient embroidered white dress. Bernachy stopped about twenty meters after the girl. In two minutes, she was in front of the car. She watched at him with big eyes and a small smile. He was very afraid. He asked the girl where she would go. This one answered: “ My name is Amandine, can you accompany me at home ? I live at ten minutes from here, at the entrance of the following village”. He accepted. When he rebooted, the girl settled in his side, he smelt a strange and unpleasant smell. Then, he noticed she was very lightly dressed for the season. His slim body shuddered, he offered him his coat which she deposited slowly on its body. He worried and asked him then what she was doing at such late hour on this abandoned road. She answered in a distant and cold voice she came back from the ball with his boyfriend. Mister Bernachy watched with concern the girl and noticed that her eyes were dull and his face strangely pale. His white hands seemed transparent. Little by little, the fog got thicker when he was driving. The girl had fallen asleep. Mister Bernachy was obliged to drive very slowly, he was very tired. Suddenly, a shade hit his car. Shocked, he stopped and he saw that the girl beside him was gone! Startled, he locked around him and he saw a small house lit. He went to knock at this home, an old woman came to open him, surprised. He asked him so if she had not seen a girl named Amandine which was dressed a white dress. The old woman answered him : “ No, I have seen nobody passing this evening but I had a girl whom I called Amandine. Unfortunately she died in a car accident at the age of sixteen years. She was coming back from the ball with his boyfriend in the evening of the fourteen July, already twenty-one years ago, when they hit a tree, and they died instantly, not definitely far from here. Amandine is buried today in a graveyard on the other side of the road.

Mr. Bernachy preferred leaving places when he saw his coat hung on the entrance with other clothes ...

[Jean B]

Bonjour,

Bonjour,

J'ai eu à faire un récit sur une histoire mystérieuse. Ce serait pour savoir si quelqu'un pourrait juste me corriger les fautes d'orthographe, ça serait cool, merci.

The white soul

The story takes place on a rural road of the Landes, near Dax, one foggy night in the month of December.

Mister Bernachy was returning <at> home alone after a meal with friends; he was tired and a little drunk. No car was running on this road, the lights of the village weren't very numerous... It was cold. The mist moved slowly on the windshield of the car. A few minutes later, <the> visibility was almost zero, which forced Mr. Bernachy to take a rag in the glove box and wipe the windshield. Suddenly he saw a white silhouette in the distance. Surprised, he decelerated to differentiate this white form in the mist. Then he realized that it was a blond girl, dressed in an ancient embroidered white dress. Bernachy stopped about twenty meters after the girl. In two minutes, she was in front of the car. She <watched> stared at him with big eyes and a small smile. He was very much afraid. He asked the girl where she would go. <This one> She answered: “ My name is Amandine, can you <accompany> drive me <at> home ? I live at ten minutes from here, at the entrance of the following village”. He accepted. When he <rebooted> moved off again, the girl <settled in his> seated beside him, he smelt a strange and unpleasant smell. Then, he noticed she was very lightly dressed for the season. <His> Her slim body shuddered, he offered <him> her his coat which she <deposited> put slowly on <its> her body. He then worried and asked <him> her what she was doing at such a late <hour> time on this abandoned road. She answered in a distant and cold voice she was coming back from the ball with <his> her boyfriend. Mister Bernachy watched with concern the girl and noticed that her eyes were dull and <his> her face strangely pale. Her white hands seemed transparent. Little by little, the fog got thicker while he was driving. The girl had fallen asleep. Mister Bernachy was obliged to drive very slowly, he was very tired. Suddenly, a shade hit his car. Shocked, he stopped and he saw that the girl beside him was had gone! Startled, he looked around him and he saw a small lit house <lit>. He walked and knocked at the door which was opened by a surprised old woman. So he asked <him so> her if she had not seen a girl named Amandine <which> who <was dressed> was wearing a white dress. The old woman answered him : “ No, I have seen nobody passing this evening but I had a <girl> daughter whom I called Amandine. Unfortunately she died in a car accident at the age of sixteen years. She was coming back from the ball with <his> her boyfriend in the evening of <the fourteen> 14 July, already twenty-one years ago, when they hit a tree, and they died instantly, not <definitely> very far from here. Amandine is buried today in a graveyard on the other side of the road.

Mr. Bernachy preferred leaving the place when he saw his coat hung in the entrance with other clothes ...