Vous avez cherché: im alone right now you got a min to chat (Anglais - Russe)

im alone right now you got a min to chat??
im em paz agora você tem um minuto para conversar?

it seems that now you are not fully convinced that you are a child of god and that you got a full release from the power of satan.
Взять шлем спасения, т.е. убежденность и гарантию твоего спасения, которые, в свою очередь – от Слова Божьего. Такое впечатление, что сейчас ты не полностью убежден, что являешься дитем Божьим и получил полное освобождение от власти сатаны.

now, you had a lot of power, and you got to beat people up - you got a lot of prestige, a lot of respect
У него было много власти, он мог кого-то побить, это было престижно, его уважали

you got good grades, now you have to get better grades, you got into a good school and after you get into a better school, you got a good job, now you have to get a better job, you hit your sales target, we're going to change your sales target
Получив хорошие оценки, вы хотите оценок получше, обучаясь в хорошей школе, мечтаете о школе получше, имея хорошую работу, хотите работу получше, достигнув цели продаж, вы ставите планку повыше

thank you, ma'am by langston hughes she was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. it had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. it was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. the strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. but the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, instead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up. the large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled. after that the woman said, “pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.” she still held him. but she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. then she said, “now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, “yes’m.” the woman said, “what did you want to do it for?” the boy said, “i didn’t aim to.” she said, “you a lie!” by that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching. “if i turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman. “yes’m,” said the boy. “then i won’t turn you loose,” said the woman. she did not release him. “i’m very sorry, lady, i’m sorry,” whispered the boy. “um-hum! and your face is dirty. i got a great mind to wash your face for you. ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?” “no’m,” said the boy. “then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her. he looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans. the woman said, “you ought to be my son. i would teach you right from wrong. least i can do right now is to wash your face. are you hungry?” “no’m,” said the being dragged boy. “i just want you to turn me loose.” “was i bothering you when i turned that corner?” asked the woman. “no’m.” “but you put yourself in contact with me,” said the woman. “if you think that that contact is not going to last awhile, you got another thought coming. when i get through with you, sir, you are going to remember mrs. luella bates washington jones.” sweat popped out on the boy’s face and he began to struggle. mrs. jones stopped, jerked him around in front of her, put a half-nelson about his neck, and continued to drag him up the street. when she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette-furnished room at the rear of the house. she switched on the light and left the door open. the boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. the woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room. she said, “what is your name?” “roger,” answered the boy. “then, roger, you go to that sink and wash your face,” said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose — at last. roger looked at the door — looked at the woman — looked at the door — and went to the sink. let the water run until it gets warm,” she said. “here’s a clean towel.” “you gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink.
Спасибо вам, сударыня, Лэнгстон Хьюз