“TYPE” на російській мові

Every type of man and woman, and a few luckless children too marched together, undead comrades in arms.

I’m talking about kidnap-your-mom type niggas, son.

Valatrice’s assertion that they were a type of dracon was clear enough.

It was the type of low magic people had only heard of, the kind done in storybooks in the time before the kingdom had been formed.

Another ridiculous notion, no other type of dracon kin could do so, but if all the other details from the stories were true, why should it not breathe fire?

They don’t look like the type for that, either.

Rew, having come out to the frontier to avoid exactly that type of expectation and responsibility, had reluctantly assumed the mantle as a sort of unofficial governor.

Joy wasn’t the type of woman who needed to be flashy to get noticed, and it pissed him off that what’s-his-face didn’t get that about her.

The dainty clutch bag had gone, replaced by a leather satchel of the type employed by couriers of documents.

She scans the parking lot for a familiar car, even though she doesn’t know what type of car he drives.

He wasn’t trained for this type of pain, wasn’t used to it, and the few times over the years he’d been forced to support her, Rew had always been surprised at the violence of the misery.