Examples of using "прекрасное" in a sentence and their english translations:
Oh, and the best thing of all --
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
- What a beautiful morning!
- What a lovely morning!
That's a great poem.
This dish is tasty.
What a beautiful sentence!
This is a beautiful place.
What a beautiful poem!
Tom is in excellent health.
Why are beautiful things so fragile?
That was a good time.
It was a beautiful place.
Our teacher has a wonderful sense of humor.
and I felt a great sense of fulfillment
Where did the beautiful behavior of Islam?
My sister has a nice piano.
You've got a great sense of humor.
- I think it's a beautiful place.
- I think that it's a beautiful place.
We're living in a beautiful time.
- A beautiful lake lies just beyond the forest.
- Just beyond the woods there lies a beautiful lake.
Courage is a wonderful trait.
This is a beautiful field of lavender in France.
We love beauty.
but there was one more thing beautiful in years
I awoke one morning to find myself famous.
The book paints a fine description of the customs of the country.
You're the prettiest thing I've seen in my life.
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Women are the most beautiful part of a man's life.
This dish is tasty.
This splendid tour was worth all the money it cost.
You have excellent vision. Why are you wearing glasses?
The unicorn is a fabulous monster.
- This place is great.
- This place is fantastic.
and the beauty about this was that it gave us a system for scoring our tasks,
But when I went undercover, I found a lovely plethora of characters,
My sister has a nice piano.
And it's a perfect complement to Russia's surge in hard power in the Arctic.
Urine diluted in water 1:10 is an excellent fertilizer.
Where did Mary get that beautiful dress?
- Last I met him, he was very well.
- The last time I saw him, he was very healthy.
- Tom has a great sense of humor.
- Tom has a great sense of humour.
- Tom has a great sense of humor.
- Tom has a great sense of humour.
- Tom was in a very good mood.
- Tom was in high spirits.
A good friend of mine wanted to write a poem dedicated to stoats, but gave up after realising he could never hope to create anything so beautiful that it would deserve to bask in the stoat glory.