“SHOES” на казахском языке

Nesta tugged open the door enough to see Cassian’s cocky grin, and left it ajar as she stormed away to search for her shoes.

Dylan toed off his shoes and Joy exited the parking lot, leaving him to his thoughts as she got lost in her own.

Breeches, rings, shoes with fashionable heels and three buckles; all the trappings of a goodfellow about town, cut and refashioned to his unnatural proportions, right down to the long lace collars that almost, but not quite, hid the brown scar where he had once worn an iron collar.

Oh, right, and her shoes.

Whenever they caught one whose shoes were not pcrfectly polished, they were after him until, to get rid of them, he gave in and had his shoes polished once more.

Native boys would kick his buckets and spill the lemonade, and should he find a pair of shoes to shine, all the native bootblacks would surround him and pester him with practical jokes and filthy language, so that the customer would leave before his shine was finished.

Usually two of these agile boys went about the job, each taking one of the customer’s shoes and then dividing the pay.

And shouldn’t you tie your shoes?

She barely managed to toe off her shoes before she slid beneath the layers of white down blankets and quilts, closed her eyes, and breathed.

The girl pulled on her dress and shoes.

But should he happen to shine shoes in the street, or beg from a native anything but water, or carry around iced lemonade in buckets for sale by the glass, then he would sink below the lowest native and would die from starvation.