Слово "tear". Англо-русский словарь Мюллера

Then with an inspiration I turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and tore away the side rail.

"You've torn your stocking," I said.

Immediately above the tear was a small caption Arrived Today followed by: 12:20 A.

Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground.

And as I gave it to him my heart was torn.

Ostap threw a page torn from a book onto the table.

The point is, you won't know. If you smoke, you'll be gambling with loaded dice. Are they watching? Are they picking up my wife or sending a man after my son right now? Beautiful, isn't it? And if you do sneak a smoke, it'll taste awful. It will taste like your son's blood." But they couldn't be watching now, in the dead of night, in his own study. The house was grave-quiet. He looked at the cigarettes in the box for almost two minutes, unable to tear his gaze away. Then he went to the study door, peered out into the empty hall, and went back to look at the cigarettes some more. A horrible picture came: his life stretching before him and not a cigarette to be found. How in the name of God was he ever going to be able to make another tough presentation to a wary client, without that cigarette burning nonchalantly between his fingers as he approached the charts and layouts? How would he be able to endure Cindy's endless garden shows without a cigarette? How could he even get up in the morning and face the day without a cigarette to smoke as he drank his coffee and read the paper?

Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground.

With a stifled sob the lad leaped from the couch, and, rushing over to Hallward, tore the knife out of his hand, and flung it to the end of the studio.

Two bloated women, one of them with her hair coming down, had got hold of the same saucepan and were trying to tear it out of one another's hands.

But he tore it out of my hands and ran away.'

The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be bruised and torn all over.

Gurov felt bored already, listening to her. He was irritated by the naпve tone, by this remorse, so unexpected and inopportune; but for the tears in her eyes, he might have thought she was jesting or playing a part.

Why'd they tear my place apart looking for something?

I'd want my lawyer to tear the prosecution witnesses to shreds, or at least try to.

John no one thwarted, much less punished; though he twisted the necks of the pigeons, killed the little pea-chicks, set the dogs at the sheep, stripped the hothouse vines of their fruit, and broke the buds off the choicest plants in the conservatory: he called his mother “old girl,” too; sometimes reviled her for her dark skin, similar to his own; bluntly disregarded her wishes; not unfrequently tore and spoiled her silk attire; and he was still “her own darling.”

The flesh on the shoulder is torn as well as cut.

Not a bit of it; this was simply in order that when he was drowning and at his last gasp, he might catch sight of a bit of ice, the size of a pea, but pure and crystal "as a frozen tear," and in that tear was reflected Germany, or more accurately the sky of Germany, and its iridescent sparkle recalled to his mind the very tear which "dost thou remember, fell from thine eyes when we were sitting under that emerald tree, and thou didst cry out joyfully: 'There is no crime!' 'No,' I said through my tears, 'but if that is so, there are no righteous either.'

It was James Gatz who had been loafing along the beach that afternoon in a torn green jersey and a pair of canvas pants, but it was already Jay Gatsby who borrowed a rowboat, pulled out to the Tuolomee, and informed Cody that a wind might catch him and break him up in half an hour.

than simply tearing down the physical one.

I’ll tear it, I’ll tear it, I’ll tear it! . . .”

But when Dickie's engagement to Esther Lawes was broken off, there was a momentary tearing down of reserves between the two men.

White Fang sprang to his feet and tore wildly around, trying to shake off the bull-dog’s body.

And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor.

This maneuver gave me a considerable advantage, and I was able to reach the city quite a bit ahead of him, and as he came tearing after me I jumped for a window about thirty feet from the ground in the face of one of the buildings overlooking the valley.