Lista de Dictados en ingles

Lista de Dictados en Idioma Ingles

Dictado 1

Not from his eyes, nor from the expression of his mouth, hard and closed like a small shell. Nor of his body, a little awkward, indolent and nervous at the same time inside that navy blue uniform with the white collar, spotless. When he smiled, his teeth sparkled like glass beads. He liked to dream, and a somewhat sad time came, which left little voids in the soul. Things were lost, and those that were gained brought more cold. All the little mysteries were revealed little by little, around him. The nuns talked a lot, then, about the dangers of the world. And each time one of those veiled and cloudy truths appeared, Sol experienced a slight disappointment. The other students her age used to whisper and put on smug airs.

She remained somewhat cold away from these cabals. Perhaps, he told himself, everything in life is a little stupid. Something impalpable brought her irrevocably closer to the world of older people, to her parents. It wasn’t just affection, or the desire for protection, that drew her. For the first time he stopped to observe, to meditate, dispassionately. The parents were no longer the gods. The parents had flaws and, strangely enough, she loved them more. That’s why she felt more attracted to her father, because he was imperfect, because he was more like her. The mother was still distant, more admired, perhaps, but not as endearing. One day, seeing her father on the beach, in his shorts and his chocolate bald head shining in the sun, she felt a sudden shame.

Dictado 2

From that point, on the other hand, the projects for Eduardo began. It seemed that the future belonged to Eduardo. His brother was already a serious and quiet boy, cold. I studied at the Jesuits. Uselessly, during the holidays, Sol tried to get closer to him. There was something impalpable, like an icy curtain, separating them. No one needed to tell Eduardo to moderate his gestures, his voice, his steps. On the contrary, Sol thought they wanted to give him a push to break his gesture a bit. Watching him as they ate, Sol recognized that perhaps it was a slight envy that made her want to poke him with a fork. If he was pricked he would jump, it’s safe. It seems incredible: all these people who are so serious, so serene, would jump if they were pricked with a simple fork. Deep down, there are no serious, moderate people, full of calm and softness. It is an acquired domain that then goes to hell with a simple prick.

Later he admitted that he thought nonsense and felt a little sorry for himself. She took Eduardo’s hand, under the tablecloth, and he rejected her. He was quiet, sullen. He showed no excessive interest in anything other than horses. His studies bored him and his grades cost his father more than a few dislikes, who seemed to expect so much from him. Sol knew nothing of his heart or his thoughts. So, all Sol’s questions turned to the mother. They hinted that in time, she would become such a woman.

Dictado 3

His mother was blonde, beautiful. He was never surprised by an excessive gesture. She breathed serenity. She used to kiss them on the forehead and, while they were very young, on the palms of their hands. Her name was Elena, she dressed impeccably and was sweet, tall, harmonious, and Sol discovered one day that she was not very intelligent. She suspected it, but didn’t want to tell herself. However, she emanated something tender, something that attracted. When he saw her maintain a dignified, prudent and sometimes even interesting silence, Sol understood that she had nothing to say. With inexplicable tenderness, he saw her writing small, domestic things in a diary and he felt like hugging her and being like her. She always used a gold pencil, a gift from her father, with her initials engraved on one end. If Sol compared her to other girls’ mothers she was a bit old-fashioned. She didn’t smoke, only wore lipstick, and didn’t like to draw attention to herself. She loved jewelry, though, and used to show it to her daughter alone, with a hint of gluttony in her eyes. But that even gave her a slightly childish, excited air.

She did not go to meetings or parties unless accompanied by her husband and, then, she dressed up with care, knowing that she was beautiful. She was also very observant of religious precepts. But her religion was simple, steeped in blind faith, totally removed from the terrible doubts that began to torment Sol, to stick her with their needles. This, perhaps, was why she commanded the most respect from her daughter. Sol, possibly, loved her father more, but towards her mother she was driven by an admiring feeling, as if she did not consider herself worthy to be his daughter, because of her indomitable curiosity, her assailed and restless heart, her vague fears, whipping her unexpectedly.

Dictado 4

He looked at the ceiling, the wide varnished beams, the carved wooden windows and the gleaming nails on the doors. He then discovered that only the grandmother’s rooms were clean and well painted. The rest of the house remained musty and dreary. Especially the servants’ quarters, laconic and melancholy people. They were lazy, washed little, drank aguardiente. And they did not love their mistress. They hunted secretly in the preserve and roasted the game by hiding among the trees. Their clandestine bonfires reddened the mist of the forests in large smudges.

From the grandmother’s rooms there was a walkway, like a small bridge, stretched over a narrow stone street. That iron passageway, with a thick curtain of cold green leaves, led to a small garden. There, the old woman tended rose bushes that never managed to bloom in splendor.
The grandmother said that from that land, men sprouted better than plants.
Eduardo and Ramón Boloix stayed in the wing opposite to the grandmother’s. Sol, on the other hand, was taken in by Sol. Sol, on the other hand, he took her and put her in his rooms. She had the feeling of a kind of kidnapping. From the first moments, the grandmother began to make her feel her authority and rigidity. She would not allow her to go out alone, not even into the adjacent little garden. She kept her constantly by her side, forcing her to read aloud, to keep her company, to pray.

Dictado 5

Grandmother, in those rooms, lived surrounded by antique objects: engravings, vases, crystal urns with chubby and faded saints, bronze quinqués… The windows were almost always closed, with the light thickened by thick net curtains. In there, the atmosphere was hot and stale. Grandmother had many rosaries. Of wood, mother-of-pearl, silver and gold. Each one of them contained such fabulous indulgences, that Sol thought that they encouraged him to sin rabidly, for years and years, and then he would have the pleasure of cleansing his soul in a quarter of an hour. And she realized that grandmother had a special and, for her, disconcerting criterion about these things.

The grandmother, who was so severe and uncompromising in certain matters, on the other hand presented herself as an unrestrained and voracious being, full of physical and spiritual gluttony. She was avaricious, loved golden objects, ate with gluttony. The days of vigil were the days when the menu was the most satisfying. She had the most beautiful lobsters, sea bass and shellfish brought especially from the coast. He rigorously observed the vigil every Friday of the year, resisting the purchase of bulls. His table was abundant, meticulous, lavish in sauces and good wines. He drank little, but always from powdered and sealed bottles, which supplied his cellar. He kept the keys of his cellar jealously in a box in his closet, and every time they were to be used, he ceremoniously handed them over to old Pedro, the only one who had his full confidence.

Dictado 6

It was already the last days of September and it was raining heavily. In the small village station the water was drumming on the uralite shed.
As the day was gray, the bulbs remained on, poor and yellowish. A maid accompanied her with a grumpy face, as she was forced to get up early.
Suddenly, Sol discovered the professor coming towards her, wearing his old raincoat, one size too big. Goodbye, goodbye,» she said hastily. He shook her hand tightly and, before she could say anything to him, he quickly disappeared in the rain and the white cloud of steam from the arriving locomotive.
In Barcelona she was still alone for a few days while her parents returned from their trip. She went into her father’s office and browsed through the books in his library. She found nothing that interested her. However, she looked at the pencils and pens her father used and touched them, caressing them with a vague feeling of tenderness.

Once upon a time, she heard the old nanny, Maria – now turned housekeeper – arguing with the maid and the cook. Maria could not bear to hear them speak ill of the masters or of religion. She was amused by the curiosity, listening to the reasoning of the other two women, who tried to convince her. But Maria was stubborn and violent. Her convictions were unshakable. Reason did not exist for her. Only faith. Her faith defended her from all turmoil, from hatred, perhaps from her own loneliness. At some point, Sol felt something akin to envy when he perceived the echo of her exalted, almost pained voice.