“STROKE” на російській мові

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stroke stripe
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hatch shade stroke hachure
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cross stroke
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stroke
іменник
удар
hit impact blow strike shock stroke
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stroke
ход
progress stroke running travel process motion
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hatch stroke touch dash line trait
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smear swab stroke brushstroke touch daub
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feature line dash stroke trace side
длина хода
stroke travel
взмах
wave stroke swing sway sweep wag
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attack fit assault bout seizure stroke
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paralysis palsy stroke apoplexy
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stroke
прием
reception acceptance method appointment device stroke
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push impetus impulse thrust kick stroke
бой часов
stroke
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stroke
отдельное усилие
stroke
отдельное движение
stroke
взмах весла
stroke of an oar stroke
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attack stroke
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They went at it stroke for stroke.

She flung her arms around him, pressing as close as she could get, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke.

In another life, another possible future, he would have let them stroke his ego and other body parts.

‘Let me,’ he says, and we roll so I’m lying on my front and he can stroke my back.

The touch wasn’t slicing, but gentle—such a gentle, tentative, wondrous stroke that he roared.

”He continued to stroke her head.

Percussion and horns blasted; low stringed instruments started a rushing stroke of music.

All of it gone at a stroke.

The harp strummed, and mountains rolled ahead, as if a veil had been cleared with the stroke of those strings, and she was flying toward it—toward a massive, mist-veiled mountain, the land barren save for moss and stones and a gray, stormy sea around it.

He held his knife like a paintbrush and prepared to make his first stroke.

Because he wanted her to touch his wings, to learn where to stroke while he fucked her so that he’d come hard enough to see stars, to learn what places to stroke even while he wasn’t fucking her so he’d come in her hand, her mouth.