Examples of using "Vif" in a sentence and their english translations:
bright red exterior ...
He is sharp-witted.
but she's sharp.
My nerves are frayed.
I like scarlet red as a colour.
I don't know if he's dead or alive.
You're very sharp.
We were all shaking from the bitter cold.
They painted their house bright yellow.
We had a very vigorous debate.
- Tom is spirited.
- Tom is upbeat.
There was a spring in his step.
- It's sharp.
- It is sharp.
"Is he alive or dead?" "He's dead."
- He is sharp-witted.
- He has a sharp mind.
- He really wants to work as a translator.
- He has his heart set on working as a translator.
He really wants to work as a simultaneous interpreter.
"Is he alive or dead?" "He's alive."
Let's get down to business.
You're very sharp.
Tom, what's wrong? Your face is bright red.
Dressed up, but in the thick of it. Strange such a twist.
Maria was wearing long, bright red, artificial fingernails at the party.
I believe that a dull pencil is better than a sharp mind,
The day before the Battle of Austerlitz, Lannes’ quick temper got the better of him:
Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.
I'm smarter than you.
We had a very vigorous debate.
It had first been suggested that he be skinned alive, that lead be poured into his entrails and that he be let to starve.
It's ugly, bright yellow and it doesn't go with anything. But at least you won't get run over in the dark!
The first victim was one of my best friends and his loss caused me a great deal of grief; the second victim was merely a German.
David has a keen interest in aesthetics — the qualities that make a painting, sculpture, musical composition, or poem pleasing to the eye, ear, or mind.
- I'm smarter than you.
- I'm smarter than you are.
From time to time she fell into a sort of reverie, and when she was quite alone she would reason thus: "I am ill, and yet I do not know my complaint. I suffer, and yet I bear no wound. I feel afflicted, and yet I have not lost any one of my sheep. I burn, although I am seated in the deep shade. How many times have the brambles torn my skin and yet I did not cry? How many bees have pricked me with their stings and yet I was soon cured? Thus that which has now wounded me in the heart must be keener than all those! "