Das weisse Meer (German Edition)
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Kaspisches Meer translation English | German dictionary | Reverso
Langenscheidt German-English dictionary Meer. Context sentences for "Meer". Land ohne Zugang zum Meer.
Landung auf dem Meer. Example sentences from external sources for "Meer" not checked by the Langenscheidt editorial team. Making good on its claim to the South China Sea could be next. The financial costs of patrolling its waters and rescuing those adrift are exorbitant. In , there was a leak into the sea at Hinkley Point.
Kaspisches Meer
This cooperation is imperative for the preservation of sea populations. See the end of the chapter for notes. The crippling cold bit at Gilbert's cheeks, though the helmet remained strapped to his head at the chin, a thankful cover from the harsh snow that fell from the deep, dark sky overhead. A hasty retreat in a clash with the Russian bastards - the name put a bad taste in his mouth - was resulted from an already humiliating enough defeat.
It still rang in his ears, the gunshot that took down their captain in a numbing, muted blast, permanently leaving Gibert's jaw slack in horror, eyes widened Though his reaction did not live long, for the bastards took their opponents' silence as their cue for a victorious sweep. So here he was, clad in uniform, leaving a trail of red in the snow as he trudged through the horrifically bleak landscape of the forest on what felt like the darkest point of the Eastern Front. The snow felt cool against his heated face.
Whatever fire was happening on his visage, it felt like a mad fever. Maybe this was where he died.
Before him blurred a picture of his family, his younger brother, then his father with his features scrunched in a constant disappointed scowl… … No, scratch that. Fuck family, his brother was plenty. He never really amounted to anything to their father, anyway.
German-English translation for "Meer"
Being sent straight to the Eastern Front had been a verdict that was decided upon without hesitation, now that he recalled again, and that was proof enough. He would have snorted spitefully if not for the situation. Nobody liked it out here, and while it was expected, he'd only been met with gruff attitude and cold instruction upon arrival: War glory was all made-up hogwash. It was only unfortunate that his little brother fell for the false prestige his father set them both up to grow into. Besides, he never had much of a penchant for the greater cause everyone at home seemed to talk about; he wasn't a very politically driven man.
Not ungraceful, senseless, indiscriminate murder behind metal barrels that happened to spit deadly bullets. First impressions not being very accurate was already a given.
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Deformity or defect, something along those lines. If not for his family's name, he'd have otherwise been shipped off somewhere farther away, where they heard people were shot with needles and worked to the bone for being born different But that was only a rumour. And if anything, he had already been worked to the bone on the front-lines anyway. T hat was true glory and chivalry, triumph and pride. The same smirk twisted into a a wide, empty smile as he brought his hand up, fingers digging into the snow that slowly piled up, eyes coming to a close as he pressed his fingernails into the soil and dug deep, as if it were the last thing that gave sensation to his frozen fingertips, nails caked with dry blood and tainted dark with dirt.
Gilbert wasn't a conspirator; he was no traitor of the state. Perhaps he shouldn't have burnt the little communist flyer he found in the woods if he'd have known the bastards were going to dispatch him to this abyss anyway.
A soft wind crafted fingers through his silver hair as the boy grinned, reaching down to pat the puppies on the head. He named him Gilbird. When he was younger, he always thought awesome people never died, but war really killed childish positivism. Good-bye, he supposed, was all he could really make out with his trembling lips now, feeling his body growing blue and grey; he was reminded of his father's wardrobe.
"Meer" English translation
Pale green eyes and soft blonde hair hovered before him, as if an angel that had descended. Another voice echoed despite the rising winds, and his body was slowly lifted out of the snow. Just the sound of feet crunching against the snow, the wind howling, and the most foggy sight of dark trees, trees, and trees ahead.
The voice from farther away followed up with a loud groan; the one above him avidly ignored the grumbling and began to hum as what felt like cloth was slowly wrapped around his upper arm. Maybe he really had ended himself up in heaven. A heaven where war ceased to exist and angels cured him of his pains. Eyes slowly began to open as a girl with a sweet face and choppy blonde hair worked at the wound he remembered had been left by a gunshot. The head Gilbert was pretty damn positive was very dirty.
You have not rested enough. Who the hell even was that? Gilbert much preferred this kid, who now that he looked at her, seemed a lot younger than he expected. He wondered why she was helping him - why they had pulled him out of the snow.