검색어: angle the watch towards your face for reading (영어 - 러시아어)

apply the mask on your face for 30 minutes, rinse pad soaked in warm milk.
Нанести маску на лицо на 30 минут, смыть тампоном, смоченным в теплом молоке.

inspector froebe. you powdered your face for the occasion
Нужно было сразу тебя застрелить

every night, wash your face. steam face for about twenty minutes.
Каждую ночь, умой лице твое. Паровые лицо на двадцать минут.

a ki test here would be as the hands finish front of your face uke will gently push your hands towards your face to see if you are extending and keeping unbendable arm.
Ки тест здесь будет как руки отделка передней части вашего лица uke будет нежно толкать ваши руки на вашем лице ли вы расширение и сохранение unbendable руку.

simply placing slices of cucumber on your face for roughly 20 minutes can be an effective treatment.
Просто размещения ломтики огурца на лицо на 20 минут примерно может быть эффективное лечение.

you simply have to smear it all over your face for half an hour every evening following washing your encounter clean.
Вы просто должны мазать все это на вашем лице в течение получаса каждый вечер после промывания ваш встреча чистый.

and as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.
Чрез то узнаю, что ты благоволишь ко мне,

psychosis - another good song, but a bit too in-your-face, for my taste.
psychosis - another good song, but a bit too in-your-face, for my taste.

it is a matter of being prepared to “ paralyze parts of your face for the beauty of youth , ” the paper say
Нужно решить , сможете ли вы пойти на то , чтобы « часть вашего лица была парализована в угоду красоте и свежести

if, during the difficult days of the month, you break out in spots or pimples that stay on your face for days on end, use the special product spot stick from the specifics clear skin line of products.
Если в трудные дни у Вас появляются прыщи, след от которых остаётся на Вашем лице в течении довольно продолжительного времени, используйте специальный продукт spot stick серии clear skin specifics.

however, erna stated in a 1999 interview, "i was making fun of somebody who had a cold sore on his lip and the next day i had one myself and somebody said, it looks like god smacked your face for making fun.
Однако, Эрна заявил в интервью в 1999 году: "Я смеялся над кем-то, у кого был герпес и на следующий день он появился у меня и кто-то сказал, что это было похоже на Божью кару за мои насмешки.

your forefathers watch and know what i am going to do to this country that as a child soils its pants and i must change them and yet i will smear the soil in your faces for you have angered me. you have no shame. i speak to the political leaders who pass the laws which are meant to guide my people and yet instead they teach the people to soil their underwear also and not be ashamed.
Ваши праотцы наблюдают и знают, что Я собираюсь сделать с этой страной, которая как ребенок пачкает свои штаны и Я должен поменять их, и тем не менее Я намажу грязь на ваши лица, ибо вы разгневали МЕНЯ. У вас нет стыда. Я обращаюсь к политическим лидерам, которые принимают законы, что предназначены для руководства МОИМ Народом, и все же, вместо этого, они учат людей также пачкать свое нижнее белье и не стыдиться.

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