Слово "bunch". Англо-русский словарь Мюллера

There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and the four legs extended, wine drawn from a plug fitted in one leg, wine that spilled a little onto the earth of the floor, settling the dust smell; out now from the odors of different herbs whose names he did not know that hung in bunches from the ceiling, with long ropes of garlic, away now from the copper-penny, red wine and garlic, horse sweat and man sweat dried in the clothing (acrid and gray the man sweat, sweet and sickly the dried brushed-off lather of horse sweat), of the men at the table, Robert Jordan breathed deeply of the clear night air of the mountains that smelled of the pines and of the dew on the grass in the meadow by the stream.

and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something.

He divided them into several portions, wrapping them in oil paper, disposing of one bunch in his empty tobacco pouch, of another bunch in the inside band of his battered hat, of a third bunch under his shirt on the chest.

and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something.

And you got to meet a bunch of editors and authors and agents

This bunch of walking zombies?" Nicholls was openly incredulous. "Why, they can't do that, sir!

“I wisht they’d spring up a bunch of moose or something, an’ go away an’ leave us alone,” Bill said.

A cat’s cradle is nothing but a bunch of X’s between somebody’s hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X’s…»

Margarita saw a wide oak bed with dirty, rumpled and bunched-up sheets and pillows.

But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you?

Cure it, cure it, he thought, and one of his hands bunched into a fist to strike feebly at the mattress.

Though Svirid did not live as a peasant, his earthy, soil-tilling essence showed through the opening of his dark broadcloth shirt, which he bunched up at the collar together with his cross and scraped and drove over his body, scratching his chest.