Examples of using "шею" in a sentence and their english translations:
You’ll break your neck!
You'll break your neck.
How did you hurt your neck?
Tom is sticking his neck out.
He kissed my neck.
Mary flung her arms around Tom's neck.
You’ll break your neck!
The collar chafed her neck.
Tom kissed Mary's neck.
Tom almost broke his neck.
He hugged the horse's neck.
Got me right on the neck as well.
She hung it around her neck
The girl threw her arms around her father's neck.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He caught me by the neck.
The police seized the robber by the neck.
Tom kissed Mary on the neck.
This sweater irritates my neck.
Women throw themselves at Tom.
Tom grabbed Mary by the collar.
I'd like to wring her neck.
I grabbed the cat by the neck.
He kissed her neck.
- Tom could've broken his neck.
- Tom could have broken his neck.
The vampire bit the woman's neck.
Mary could've broken her neck.
I'd like to wring Tom's neck.
He craned his neck to see the procession.
A giraffe extends its neck to get food.
I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck.
The vampire kissed her neck passionately.
A giraffe has lenghtened its neck to reach for the food.
He got his neck broken in the accident.
Take your hands off my neck.
This shirt doesn't fit me round the neck.
Tom stabbed Mary in the neck with his ballpoint pen.
You must have women throwing themselves at you all the time.
A guest at an inopportune time is a heavy burden.
You must have women throwing themselves at you all the time.
Tom broke his neck falling down a flight of stairs.
Tom fell down the stairs and broke his neck.
I can't turn my neck, because it hurts a lot.
Mary snuggled up to Tom and put her arms around his neck.
He craned his neck a bit in hopes of hearing what they were whispering.
and leading the assaults on Jaffa, and Acre… where he was shot in the neck,
It was hard to resist the impulse to wring Tom's neck.
My neck snapped when I did a headstand.
She threw her arms round his neck, and held him fast, while she exclaimed, "Kay, dear little Kay, I have found you at last."
With a slow movement of his hand, he pushed aside a lock of her hair. Then, tenderly and softly, he kissed her neck below the ear.
The door opened; and a little girl, much younger than the boy, came darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and often kissing him, addressed him as her "Dear, dear brother."
You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.
On the inquest it was shown that Buck Fanshaw, in the delirium of a wasting typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot himself through the body, cut his throat, and jumped out of a four-story window and broken his neck—and after due deliberation, the jury, sad and tearful, but with intelligence unblinded by its sorrow, brought in a verdict of death "by the visitation of God." What could the world do without juries?