Examples of using "„armer" in a sentence and their english translations:
Poor Tom!
Poor me.
Poor little boy!
Poor me.
He remained a poor man.
He was a poor musician.
I'm a poor carpenter.
He's a poor student.
Tom is a poor student.
Tom is a poor wretch.
You're a jerk.
The poor man has no relatives.
My poor dumb friend died this morning.
Children are a poor man's riches.
I'm just a poor student.
He was born to poor parents.
Poor Tom, I'm sorry for you.
- I am nothing but a poor peasant.
- I'm nothing but a poor peasant.
He was terribly poor when he was young.
- Once upon a time, there lived a poor man and a rich woman.
- There were once upon a time a poor man and a rich woman.
- Once upon a time there was a poor man and a rich woman.
poor general. He always waged war without maps.”
Might before right is the complaint of many a poor servant.
I'm a poor student and I can't pay you.
There were once upon a time a poor man and a rich woman.
Once upon a time there was a poor man and a rich woman.
- "Zero degrees Celsius! I've got a high fever." "Poor Mr. Snowman."
- "Thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit! I'm burning up!" "Poor Mr. Snowman."
He was a poor musician.
The millionaire began life as a poor boy.
Once upon a time, there lived a poor man and a rich woman.
And here I stand, with all my lore, poor fool, no wiser than before.
He who cannot bear the truth is a poor man to me.
Eugene! My poor Eugene! Open your eyes and look at me! Why don't you answer?
The poor man has no relatives.
"Poor Pinocchio, I am sorry for you." "Why?" "Because you are a marionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head."
Tom was sad when he discovered that Mary was a gold digger and Mary was sad when she discovered that Tom was poor.
And even if you were the poorest beggar, if one friend remained, you would be rich. But he who has won the highest king's throne and has no friend is a poor man.
The king exchanged his baby, a beautiful boy, for the daughter of a peasant, and the prince lived roughly as the son of poor people, while the little girl slept in a golden cradle, under silken sheets.
'Poor boy!' said the old poet again, taking him by the hand, and leading him into his room. 'Come to me, and we'll soon make thee warm again, and I will give thee some wine, and some roasted apples for thy supper, my pretty child!'
Why, of course, the people don't want war. Why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally, the common people don't want war; neither in Russia nor in England nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship. [...] Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country.