“VOICES” на русском языке

The morning passes, and still they assemble; I hear raised voices outside the graveyard every now and again.

The voices outside are louder, more strident.

His voice was nasal but powerful in a way such voices usually are not.

Muffled voices come over the line.

He could hear the sound of people’s voices and heavy machinery below him.

Males had hurt her, and—Hands shoving her down, down, down into freezing water, voices laughing and sneering.

The voices of the living plugged the gaps and stopped the dead from getting through.

The lights had all been dimmed, but merry voices filled the streets.

But he didn’t, and when he looked to see if any of those nasty little voices were going to taunt him for being scared, he found them silent.

There were no hateful voices in her head.

He waited as the lights went out for some last snide remark from his little voices but they had nothing to say, not for this.