bothering oor Kornies

bothering

werkwoord

Present participle of bother.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

owth ankombra

Soortgelyke frases

why are you bothering
prag y hwrewgh hwi trobla

nae bother
heb kudyn · kudyn vyth

what bothers you
pandr'a hwer dhy'hwi

I can't be bothered
ny rov bramm · ny rov oy · ny rov vy bramm · ny rov vy oy · ny rov vy oy plos

I'm not bothered about that
ny rov oy a henna

bothered by
grevys gans

bother
ania · ankombra · ankombrans · ankombrynji · ankombrynsi · grev · grevya · trobla

bothered
aniys · ankombrys · grevys · troblys

I'm not bothered
ny rov oy

voorbeelde

to embarrass - to disturb - to bother - to hamper - to inconvenience
ankombra / trobla [hanow verbel / verb-hanow] [disamstyryans]

phr. that will not b. me byth na wra hedna (ow) grevya vy; do not b. me na wras grevya vy; sleep is bothering me ema hün orth ow grevya OM; a fly is bothering me ma kelyonen ort ow grevya >
phr. that will not b. me byth na wra hedna (ow) grevya vy; do not b. me na wras grevya vy; sleep is bothering me ema hün orth ow grevya OM; a fly is bothering me ma kelyonen ort ow grevya >

bother n. grêf /grɛːf/ m. no pl.; trobel m.; embarrassment ancombrynjy m.; phr. an awful b. ancombrynjy brâs; ancomprynjy üthyk p100
bother n. grêf /grɛːf/ m. no pl.; trobel m.; embarrassment ancombrynjy m.; phr. an awful b. ancombrynjy brâs; ancomprynjy üthyk p100

bother
trobla [hanow verbel / verb-hanow]

vex (v.) affront; plague veksya; annoy; discomfit; badger annia; bother trobla; pine; fret neghi; ruffle; upset; disturb distempra
vex (v.) affront; plague veksya; annoy; discomfit; badger annia; bother trobla; pine; fret neghi; ruffle; upset; disturb distempra

worry2 (v.) bother; disturb the peace of mind of poenvoza; cause to be anxious; cause to be uneasy annia; prederi; be anxious; be uneasy omserri; solve by working at persistently avertia, strifenna, despitya; tear; maul heskina; move; work leuska; annoy; bite deghana
worry2 (v.) bother; disturb the peace of mind of poenvoza; cause to be anxious; cause to be uneasy annia; prederi; be anxious; be uneasy omserri; solve by working at persistently avertia, strifenna, despitya; tear; maul heskina; move; work leuska; annoy; bite deghana

bother
/ ankombra / / hanow verbel /

bother [ s ]
ankombrynsi [ m ]

trouble; veksya vex; ankombra bother; disesya molest; abava unnerve, disconcert
trobla [hanow kadarn verbel / hanow verbel / verbhanow]

bother ankombra / VERB [dictionary]
bother ankombra / VERB [gerlyver]

trouble - bother
trobla TO MAKE PRESENT CONTINUOUS ow trobla PAST PARTICIPLE (LIKE ENGLISH -ED ETC) troblys

bother
/ grevya / / verb-hanow /

bother
/ grev / hanow gorow / /

bother ankombra/ VERB
bother ankombra/ VERB

what bothers you
/ pandr'a hwer dhy'hwi / / /

bother - distress
grev [hanow gorow] grevow [hanow liesplek] [disamstyryans]

bother - distress
grev ( masculine noun ) grevow ( plural ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

bother
/ trobla / / hanow verbel /

bother
grevya

That bothers me.
Yma henna orth ow grevya vy.

to embarrass - to disturb - to bother - to hamper - to inconvenience
ankombra INDICATIVE PRESENT/FUTURE: 1ST PERSON SINGULAR ankombrav 2ND PERSON SINGULAR ankombrydh 3RD PERSON SINGULAR ankomber 1ST PERSON PLURAL ankombryn 2ND PERSON PLURAL ankombrowgh 3RD PERSON PLURAL ankombrons IMPERSONAL ankombrir

FLIGHT I was dozing in the infirmary. It was around midnight. Outside, on the parade ground, there was a heck of a commotion going on. The sounds of fist upon face and boot upon other body parts could be clearly heard. There were soldiers screaming and yelling, Aussies and Yanks – name-calling and dire threats. Others vainly trying to contain the brawling. Orders disobeyed. Whistles of MP’s. Soon, the whole camp had turned out onto the parade ground and there were hundreds of troops fighting an extremely vigorous pitched battle. Suddenly, I was wide awake – adrenalin does that. At first, I simply thought: “What is going on?” But then I guessed that the seeds I had planted in the minds of the Doughboys might now be bearing fruit. Seeds of doubt. Seeds of conflict. Young men, decent guys, were both injuring and being injured out there, on the parade ground. Maybe, I wasn’t such a nice person, after all. But, nice person or not, I needed to use the commotion that I had triggered to make my escape. In a panic, I undid the bindings which had been holding me to the bed – actually, I could have done this at any time but had been too ill to even bother trying. I swung my legs off the bed and put my feet on the floor for the first time in some days. I tried to stand. Shit! I was still very weak from the torture and flopped back, breathless, onto the bed. What to do? I couldn’t let this confusion pass without trying to take advantage. This golden opportunity would not come again. From outside, I could hear raised voices, Australian voices, saying things like: “Kill the fuckin’ spy! Get the zombie spy! Kill the little mongrel.” (And so on, like that.)
FO Yth esen ow kogoska y’n vedhegva. Hanternos o – po ogas. Yn mes, war blen an gerdhva, yth esa ow hwarvos tervans meur. Sonyow dornow ow frappya fismens, ha botas war rannow erell an korf, a allsa bos klywyes yn kler. Yth esa soudoryon ow skrija hag owth arma – Ostralek ha Yanki – yth esa braslavarow skruthus ha’n gelwans a henwyn drog. Yth esa re erell owth assaya yn euver rag konstrynya an freudh: arghadyow disobayes, hwibanans an withysi-gres vreselek. Yn skon, an selva dhien re dhothya dhe blen an gerdhva mayth esa kansow soudoryon yn omladh settyes nerthek dres eghenn. A-dhesempis, ughhewoel en vy – adrenalyn a yll gul henna. Wostalleth, my a brederis yn sempel: “Pyth a hwer?” Byttegyns, my a erviras yn skon bos froeth martesen dhe’n has plansyes genev yn brysyow an soudoryon Amerikanek. Has dout. Has omdowl. Yth esa yonkers, polatys onest, ow shyndya an eyl ha’n y gila war blen an gerdhva. Martesen, nyns en den mar jentyl, wosa oll. Mes, yn neb kas, res o dhymm devnydhya an tervans sordhyes genev rag gul ow diank. Meur ow skruth, my a wrug diswul an kolmansow re’m dalghennsa dhe’n gweli – yn hwir, y hallsen aga diswul kyns mes my re via mar glav ma na wrug assaya hogen. My a swaysas ow diwesker rag gorra ow dewdroes war an leur, an kynsa prys wosa nebes dydhyow. Yth assayis sevel. Kawgh! Pur wann en vy hwath drefenn an torment hag ytho y tasgoedhis, heb anall, war an gweli. Pyth a allsen gul? Ny dalvien gasa an deray ma dhe dremena. Res o dhymm sesya gwayn dhiworto. Ny dhothya arta an chons owrek ma. Y hyllyn klywes levow ughel ow tos dhiworth yn-mes, levow Ostralek, ow leverel taklow kepar ha: “Gwra ladha an aspier euthyk na! Kav an aspier-zombi! Ladh an ki byghan.” (Ha lavarow erell kepar ha’n re na.)

bother (hanow gorow)
inconvenience; annoyance; plague bal

to bother - to grieve - to make trouble - to distress
grevya [ verb-hanow / hanow verbel ]

In any event, the slight knowledge of the layout of St. Hilda’s that I had thus gained was now to prove invaluable. I knew how to get into that building and how to get myself to a room that would give me a reasonable view of the Northern exit of the campus. I dragged the uncomprehending David along with me and left the bewildered zombies to their collective fate. We soon gained the lookout that I had wanted – with no other living or non-living persons in the building to bother us. Sanctuary from the madness outside. The student room that we chose was somewhat spartan – painted concrete block walls, a bed, a desk and chair and a small bookshelf. Its tenant had been a young woman, it seemed – probably a fresher. Why do I say that? On the wall was a poster of ‘The Partridge Family’, featuring prominently a fresh-faced David Cassidy. No-one other than a first-year girl would confess to still having a crush on that particular teenage heart-throb. That would have been so uncool. And the room was scented. I can’t say exactly what the scent was (rose oil?) but it was pleasant – and strong enough to counter the pungent smell of napalm that still hung in the air. On the bookshelf sat a few of the standard (girl) record albums of the time (Carol King, Carly Simon, Nina Simone, Helen Reddy) and, beside them, some surprisingly old teenage literature (Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, The Getting of Wisdom). On the desk sat an IBM ‘golfball’ typewriter – fairly modern (and expensive) for the time. In the typewriter sat an incomplete letter which commenced “Dear Mum and Dad” and continued in a newsy fashion for a couple of paragraphs before stopping mid-sentence. I would like to have met the young woman who had once occupied this room, a young woman who cared enough to write to her Mum and Dad. I think I would have liked her. I wondered idly if she had managed to escape on the first day – and hoped that she had.
Yn neb kas, yth o lemmyn a bris marthus ughel an skians munys a-dro dh’aray an kollji re dhysksen ena. My a wodhya dell yllyn entra y’n drehevyans na ha, dres henna, dell yllyn drehedhes chambour may firys orth porth a-gledhbarth an kampus. My a draylyas genev Davydh, a wodhya travyth a-dro dhe byth esa ow hwarvos, ha gasa an zombis erell, meur aga sowdhan, dh’aga tenkys guntellek. Yn skon, ni re waynsa an bennoelva a vynnen – heb tus erell, byw po anvarow, y’n drehevyans dh’agan annia. Meneghi, yth esa lemmyn an muskotter yn-mes. An chambour-studhyer re dhewissen o nebes spartek – parosyow payntyes gwrys a vrykkys-gentevynn, gweli, desk ha kador, hag argh-lyvrow vyghan. Delghyas an chambour re via myrgh, dell heveli – studhyer y’n kynsa blydhen, dell grysav. Prag y lavarav henna? Yth esa glenys orth an paros displywyans ow tiskwedhes ‘An Teylu Partrydge’, hag ow figura yn chyf Davydh Kassidy, pur fresk y fisment. Nyns esa denvyth a-der myrgh y’n kynsa blydhen a amyttsa hy hara hwath an lammgolon arbennik na, meur y vri yntra’n myrghes y’n blydhynnyow war dheg. Nyns o na fella Kassidy herwydh an gis y’n tor’ na. Yth esa ethenn dhe’n chambour keffrys. Ny allav leverel yn ewn pyth o an ethenn ma (oyl ros?) mes hweg o – ha krev lowr rag kesstrivya erbynn fler napalm ow kregi hwath y’n ayr. War an argh-lyvrow, yth esa esedhys nebes a’n plasennow meurgerys yntra’n myrghes (Karol Kyng, Karli Saymon, Nina Symoen, Helen Reddi ha’n erell) ha, rybdha, nebes romansow, poran koth, rag an myrghes a’n blydhynnyow war dheg (‘Anne of Green Gables’, ‘Little Women’, ‘The Gettting of Wisdom’) War an desk, yth esa owth esedha jynn-skrifa IBM, ‘pell-golf’ y furv – arnowydh lowr (ha kostek) y’n tor’ na. Ynno, yth esa lyther a dhallathas “Mamm ha Tas ker”. Tekst an lyther a besyas dre dhew po tri rannskrifow kyns y hedhi a-dhistowgh, hanter-lavar. Da via genev ow tos erbynn an vyrgh re drigsa y’n chambour ma, myrgh a vern lowr dhe skrifa dh’y Mamm ha’y Thas. My a’s karsa, dell grysav. My a omwovynnas mar tianksa hi an kynsa dydh – govenek o dhymm hi dhe alloes gul yndella.