'What but your troubles?'

He kept on writing stories about animals.

She kept on writing stories about animals.

Oh, woe is me!

1996.

What a pain!

Woe to infidels.

Woe to infidels.

Woe to the vanquished!

In short, the pervasive narrative of Western decline suddenly reversed itself.

In fact, I grew up listening to my mother's stories of the air raid.

Гравюры и рассказы.

Tom wrote stories.

I like stories.

He likes stories.

He likes stories.

Tom likes stories.

She likes stories.

She likes stories.

The stories that circulated about the old graveyard were contradictory, but nevertheless made your heart freeze.

Writing news stories is his job.

My hobby is writing stories.

That kind of story appeals to me.

Tom liked to write stories.

Who wrote these stories?

Are there oak trees on the hill?

There are many monkeys on the mountain.

There is snow on the mountain.

I was on the mountain.

I share your grief.

The hotel is located on the mountain.

The hotel is situated on the mountain.

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For a long time now, the only stories we read about Syria are horror stories, tales of death and devastation.

These stories are very interesting to me.

I am very interested in these stories.

Tom makes up stories all the time.

I like to listen to Tom's stories.

A smoldering grief.

That'll be a cold day in hell.

All the snow on the mountain has disappeared.

Misery and sorrow accompany war.

Great was the sorrow of her parents.

Grief drove her mad.

Take these goats to the mountain.