Слово "stir". Англо-русский словарь Мюллера

He stood still as if he were afraid to breathe—as if he would not have stirred for the world, lest his robin should start away.

Few things, certainly, could have caused more stir in the house.

No life stirred.

...shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried.

There was a very faint stirring all the way round the bench.

“This case will make a stir, sir,” he remarked.

In her day she had made a great stir in the little world of London and I had heard of her often before I met her.

It was a clear, still evening; hardly a breeze stirred the leaves.

His teddy-bear, his nanny and he is nineteen years old…’ She stirred on her sofa, shifting her weight so that she could look down at the passing boats, and said in fond, mocking tones: ‘How good it is to sit in the shade and talk of love,’ and then added with a sudden swoop to earth, ‘Sebastian drinks too much.’

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

“Look out,” he said, “you’re getting all that stuff stirred up in me again.”

He stirred it all together and began to eat.

Stir eight times widdershins and once deasil, and then add eight drams of unicorn bogies."

What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling life, and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined! Yes, just as much good as it would do a man tired of sitting still in a “too easy chair” to take a long walk: and just as natural was the wish to stir, under my circumstances, as it would be under his.

As he sat on the plush divan and positioned the photo album on his lap, he felt a carnal hunger stir.

My friend insisted upon my accompanying them in their expedition, which I was eager enough to do, for my curiosity and sympathy were deeply stirred by the story to which we had listened. I confess that the guilt of the banker’s son appeared to me to be as obvious as it did to his unhappy father, but still I had such faith in Holmes’ judgment that I felt that there must be some grounds for hope as long as he was dissatisfied with the accepted explanation. He hardly spoke a word the whole way out to the southern suburb, but sat with his chin upon his breast and his hat drawn over his eyes, sunk in the deepest thought. Our client appeared to have taken fresh heart at the little glimpse of hope which had been presented to him, and he even broke into a desultory chat with me over his business affairs. A short railway journey and a shorter walk brought us to Fairbank, the modest residence of the great financier.