Bassim
VIP Member
- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
Would you please correct the mistakes in this text? I wrote it just as an exercise.
When the weekend came, Tom wished he had a car of his own and could go for a drive in the countryside. Of course, he could take a coach, but he hated to sit for a couple of hours in a crowded vehicle and listen to all the chattering and noise that went on around him: a mother telling off her children for messing around; an old couple quarrelling about their household money; a young girl and her friend discussing the latest Gucci handbag; an angry young man on his phone, asking his girlfriend where she had been the previous night because she hadn't answered his calls or messages; a middle-aged gentleman talking on his phone with his lover and complaining about his cold wife; a middle-aged woman trying to calm her German Shephard, which had started to bark for no reason...
Tom couldn't stand these banal conversations and imagined what kind of narrow life his fellow passengers lived. The older he grew the more inward he became. Gradually, he had lost interest in people because they were predictable, and instead he turned to nature. It existed before humankind and it would survive humans and their vanity, arrogance, stupidity and envy. Tom owned neither a car nor a bicycle, and his flat was sparsely furnished. He neither made or received visits, because he didn't know what he was going to talk about with people whose main concern were their pockets and bank accounts. He felt constrained in town, but as soon as he found himself in nature, he became a new man. He breathed in freely, his limbs became light, he was at one with nature.
When the weekend came, Tom wished he had a car of his own and could go for a drive in the countryside. Of course, he could take a coach, but he hated to sit for a couple of hours in a crowded vehicle and listen to all the chattering and noise that went on around him: a mother telling off her children for messing around; an old couple quarrelling about their household money; a young girl and her friend discussing the latest Gucci handbag; an angry young man on his phone, asking his girlfriend where she had been the previous night because she hadn't answered his calls or messages; a middle-aged gentleman talking on his phone with his lover and complaining about his cold wife; a middle-aged woman trying to calm her German Shephard, which had started to bark for no reason...
Tom couldn't stand these banal conversations and imagined what kind of narrow life his fellow passengers lived. The older he grew the more inward he became. Gradually, he had lost interest in people because they were predictable, and instead he turned to nature. It existed before humankind and it would survive humans and their vanity, arrogance, stupidity and envy. Tom owned neither a car nor a bicycle, and his flat was sparsely furnished. He neither made or received visits, because he didn't know what he was going to talk about with people whose main concern were their pockets and bank accounts. He felt constrained in town, but as soon as he found himself in nature, he became a new man. He breathed in freely, his limbs became light, he was at one with nature.
