"___ Yar," Yevtushenko poem

Usage examples of babi.

Since there is no danger that any of my present readers have heard of Report on Probability A, I might as well say that one of my themes was a paralysis of time, which I pretended to detect and find exemplified in the anecdotalism of this canvas, and similar Victorian paintings.

I probably haven’t had Q’babi juice in ages, and I don’t think it would set well with my stomach just now.

Her body, the flesh built on O Babi Babi will the children remember me their mother like to fine Asiatic bones, was an oasis compared with the deserts of starved bodies outside, the famine-clad mothers who walked a hundred miles to find water for their children.

Especially he hated to see cadaverous women bringing forth babies and nestling them to dry dugs.

That novel of mine, Report on Probability A, the one that didn't cause such a fuss, centred round Hunt's best painting, The Hireling Shepherd.

The implications were as Erewlo had said: with a probability that approached one, those were artificial radio signals coming from Tosev 3.

But if he'd sat down with the little plastic dodecahedrons a few times, he would have understood with his gut rather than just with his head the difference between a small probability and zero probability.

Every time he tried to laugh off what the Jew said as just another atrocity story, he kept remembering the scar on the side of Max's neck and the Jewish partisan's obscenely embellished tale of slaughter and horror at Babi Yar.

But one of the Jews in the partisan band came back alive from a place called Babi Yar, outside Kiev.

Fiore answered, "and they can feed babies, too, once the babies start eating real food.

She wished for a cigarette, she'd had a pack of Babies in her pocket, but they were soaked now.

But if he'd sat down with the little plastic dodecahedrons a few times, he would have understood with his gut rather than just with his brain the difference between a small probability and zero probability.

Now Tessrek sounded as if Bobby had admitted humans picked their noses and fed babies on boogers, or else like a fastidious clubwoman who for some reason had to talk about syphilis.

Fiore-answered, "and they can feed babies, too, once the babies start eating real food.

Every time he tried to laugh off what the Jew said as just another atrocity story, he kept remembering the scar on the side of Max’s neck and the Jewish partisan’s obscenely embellished tale of slaughter and horror at Babi Yar.