Examples of using "Parts" in a sentence and their english translations:
Cut the pie into slices.
based on social shares.
The pancake is divided into parts.
how many social shares they have,
when it comes to social shares,
Cut the melon into six equal pieces.
We have a 20% share of the market.
Lions surrounded Tom on all sides.
The government is being criticized from all sides.
Tom ate three pieces of cake.
built the social shares in those communities,
You have to share the cake equally.
My mother is slicing the cake into eight pieces.
Mother divided the cake into three parts.
They just want to take market share away.
She has a 10 percent interest in the company.
There are two slices of pizza for each person.
Cutting a cake into equal pieces is rather difficult.
into sales or social shares or even links,
the company's market share had just dropped in half.
share of each partner, the identity partners (surname, first name, address, etc.).
The conflict court is a High jurisdiction, composed, in equal parts,
Huge parts of the flowers area are wasted and don't produce seeds.
goodwill, stocks or shares in a commercial or real estate company;
the meeting of shares in the hands of a only partner, the liquidation of property, the
Dread shapes and forms terrific loomed in sight, / and hostile deities, whose faces frowned / destruction.
Strewn here and there behold / arms, planks, lone swimmers in the surges grey, / and treasures snatched from Trojan homes away.
Soon as he saw the captured city fall, / the palace-gates burst open, and the foe / dealing wild riot in his inmost hall, / up sprang the old man and, at danger's call, / braced o'er his trembling shoulders in a breath / his rusty armour, took his belt withal, / and drew the useless falchion from its sheath, / and on their thronging spears rushed forth to meet his death.
Now over Ida shone the day-star bright; / Greeks swarmed at every entrance; help at hand / seemed none. I yield, and, hurrying from the fight, / take up my helpless sire, and climb the mountain height.
"Athwart the streets stands ready the array / of steel, and bare is every blade and bright. / Scarce the first warders of the gates essay / to stand and battle in the blinding night."
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.
Only the assumption that the reader - I better say: the prospective reader, because for the moment there is not the slightest prospect, that my writing could see the lights of publicity, - unless it miraculously left our endangered fortress Europe and brought a hint of the secrets of our loneliness to those outside; - I beg to be allowed to begin anew: only because I anticipate the wish to be told casually about the who and what of the writer, I send some few notes on my own individuum out before these openings, - of course not without the awareness that exactly by doing so I might provoke doubts in the reader, that he is in the right hands, which is to say: if I, from all my being, am the right man for a task to which maybe the heart pulls me more than any qualifying relation in character.