Hai cercato la traduzione di gratta da Francese a Inglese

elle se gratta la tête.
she scratched her head.

il/elle ne gratta pas
he/she/it is not trying on

il se gratta les couilles.
he scratched his balls.

le cocher se gratta la tête.
the cabman scratched his head.

il gratta la boue de ses bottes.
he scraped the mud off his boots.

ici phœbus se gratta l’oreille.
"ah. ~corne dieu~! i had forgotten!

son père se gratta derrière l'oreille.
her father scratched behind his ears.

il s'obstina, pourtant, gratta, recommença.
i arose, showered, and dressed.

gringoire se gratta l’oreille avec un air très sérieux.
gringoire scratched his ear, with a very serious air.

et à l'expédition étaient pas des artistes - pacha se gratta la tête.
and in the expedition were not artists - pasha scratched his head.

il est possible que le sergent simplement se gratta le nez et pistolet accidentellement appuyé sur la gâchette.
it is possible that the sergeant simply scratched his nose pistol and accidentally pulled the trigger.

on gratta timidement a la porte, la voix d'hippolyte se permit de souffler par le trou de la serrure:
there was a timid scratch at the door, and hippolyte allowed himself to whisper through the keyhole:

bazin gratta à la porte; aramis n'avait plus de raison pour le tenir à distance; il lui permit d'entrer.
bazin scratched at the door, and as aramis had no longer any reason to exclude him, he bade him come in.

rien ! il n’y avait rien ! pensif, il sortit une main de sa poche et se gratta longuement la tête, oublieux des bonnes manières.
he took a few steps forward, and still nothing!

lorsque la lueur du soleil levant pour la première fois éclaira pour le vert et l'or d'eden, notre père adam s'assit sous l'arbre et gratta le sol à l'aide d'un bâton; et la première esquisse grossière à voir le jour emplit son noble cœur de joie, jusqu'à ce que le diable murmure derrière les feuilles, «c'est joli, mais est-ce de l'art?»
when the flush of a new-born sun fell first on eden's green and gold, our father adam sat under the tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; and the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the devil whispered behind the leaves, "it's pretty, but is it art?"