Examples of using "Pleurait" in a sentence and their english translations:
My boyfriend was crying.
My girlfriend was crying.
She cried.
- Tom was crying.
- Tom was screaming.
- Tom was yelling.
- He was crying.
- He cried.
Mama cried.
My boyfriend was crying.
He was just crying.
- She wept bitterly.
- She cried bitterly.
She was weeping alone.
My girlfriend was crying.
- My mother was in tears.
- My mother was crying.
Why was she crying?
- She was weeping with pain.
- She was crying with pain.
Mary did not cry.
She cried.
She was crying last night.
- She cried.
- He cried.
- Everyone was crying.
- Everybody was crying.
- Tom did not cry.
- Tom didn't cry.
She was crying for a toy.
Mama cried.
She kept crying all the time.
The child was crying for her mother.
I was sad when she was weeping.
Sami cried all the time.
Didn't Tom cry?
The boy told me why he was crying.
She asked him why he was crying.
She cried reading the letter.
He asked her why she was crying.
- She shed bitter tears.
- She wept bitterly.
Tom could see that Mary was crying.
- No one was crying.
- Nobody was crying.
The boy told me why he was crying.
The baby was crying to be fed.
She cried bitterly.
Tom doesn't know why Mary was crying.
I asked him why he was crying.
Another minute and that baby was crying.
Was the baby crying then?
- My mother was in tears.
- My mother was crying.
She was crying.
Tom asked Mary why she was crying.
She cried with joy how lucky she was.
The prince asked the little girl why she was crying.
My girlfriend was crying.
My boyfriend was crying.
She asked him why he was crying, but he didn't answer.
- I think Tom cried.
- I think that Tom cried.
- She wept reading the letter.
- She cried as she read the letter.
- She cried reading the letter.
- The baby cried.
- The baby was crying.
A girl stood there crying.
My mother was beside us, he led her a bit away as she was crying.
wept at news of his death. “What a loss for France, and for me”.
She cried as she read the letter.
She asked him why he was crying, but he didn't answer.
Within a grove Andromache that day, / where Simois in fancy flowed again, / her offerings chanced at Hector's grave to pay, / a turf-built cenotaph, with altars twain, / source of her tears and sacred to the slain – / and called his shade.