buttock oor Kornies

buttock

/ˈbʌt.ək/ naamwoord

(usually in the plural) Each of the two large fleshy halves of the posterior part of the body between the base of the back and the top of the legs.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

diwbedren

naamwoord dl

pedren

hanow benow vroulike, f, hanow benow

each of the two large fleshy halves of the posterior part of the body

pedrennow

naamwoord pl

Soortgelyke frases

buttocks
diwbedren · tin

voorbeelde

buttock
/ pedren / / /

bottom - buttock - haunch
pedren ( feminine noun ) pedrennow ( plural ) diwbreden ( dual ) ( ) ( ) ( )

bottom - buttock - haunch
pedren [ hanow benow ] pedrennow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ] diwbreden dual

buttock pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL
buttock pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL

buttock; tin bottom
pedrenn, diwbedrenn, ~ow [hanow kadarn benow]

pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL bottom, buttock, haunch
pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL bottom, buttock, haunch

buttock
body part / pedren / / /

buttock
pedren [hanow benow] pedrennow [hanow liesplek]

pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL bottom, buttock, haunch [dictionary]
pedren HANOW BENOW pedrennow KERNEWEK KRES / HANOW LIESPLEK pedrednow KERNEWEK DIWEDHES / HANOW LIESPLEK diwbedren / HANOW DEWEL bottom, buttock, haunch [gerlyver]

buttocks
/ diwbedren / / hanow dewblek /

Paul seemed unamused by my involuntary mirth: “It wasn’t funny, Peter! It was quite terrifying actually.” I composed myself and, with difficulty, removed the grin from my face. “Of course. Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. ... So, may I take it you were taken unawares by this rearguard attack?” He nodded in a sullen fashion. (Obviously, he didn’t much like my attempted joke.) “There was just one – there haven’t been many zombies passing through the cemetery. So, after we managed to fight it off, we decided to stay put. We managed to scavenge some food and cooking equipment from the gate-keeper’s house without being noticed again. So, we’ve been here ever since – or so I believe.” There was an obvious gap in his recollection – a gap which I thought Charles could not (reliably) fill. So, I decided to pursue the matter. “How did you manage to fight the, er, ‘Roundhead’ off?” “Well, Charles was completely useless, of course ...” commenced Paul Charles frowned and started to protest. “...Correction: His Royal Majesty immediately took command of the situation and, by dint of bravely fainting, allowed me to deal with it ...” Suitably mollified, Charles fell silent. The story that emerged (after lots of hand-waving and recounting of exaggerated deeds of valour) was that, with a profusely bleeding left buttock, a naked Paul had been able physically to repel the initial attack of the zombie – which then turned its attention to a less troublesome target: the supine and unconscious figure of Charles. This explained how Charles, too, had been bitten – albeit on a more ‘decent’ part of his body. “... So, at that point, I sought divine intervention ...” (Paul was very pious.)
Nyns o didhenys Powl gans ow lowender (nebes a’m anvodh), dell heveli: “Nyns o hwarthus, ‘Beder! Owth euthega dres eghenn o, yn hwir.” My a assayas y’m gwella stoppya ow lowender ha, meur ow haletter, ow gryslans vy eth dhe-ves. “Heb mar. Owth euthega. Dres eghenn, owth euthega ... Ytho, eses jy kontrawaytyes gans an omsettyans ma ‘a soudoryon dhelergh’?” Ev a benndroppyas, dihwarth y fisment. (Yn apert, ny garas meur ow ges assayes.) “Nyns esa mas onan anedha – ny via meur a zombis ow thremena der an ynkleudhva. Ytho, wosa ni dh’y fetha , ni a erviras triga omma. Ni a ylli ladra nebes boes (ha daffar rag y gegina) dhiworth chi an porther heb agan bos gwelys unnweyth arta. Ha, gans henna, yth eson omma a-dhia an termyn na – po dell grysav.” Yth esa aswa apert yn y gov – aswa na allsa Charles lenwel, dell grysyn. (Dhe’n lyha, na ylli ev y lenwel yn fydhyadow.) Ytho, my a erviras chasya an mater. “Fatell yllowgh hwi fetha an ...hmm, an Pennow-rond?” “Wel, euver yn tien o Charles, heb mar ...” a dhallathas Powl. (Y talgammas Charles ha dalleth protestya.) “... Ewnans: Y Veuredh Ryel a gemmeras a-dhistowgh maystri an studh ha, dre nerth a’y glamderans kolonnek, a wrug gasa dhymm y dhyghtya ...” Medhelhes dell dhegoegh, Charles a goedhas tawesek. Wosa wevyans meur y dhiwdhorn ha, wosa derivasow splann a weythresow, meur aga holonnekter, istori Powl o yndella: y bedrenn ow koesa yn hworfals, Powl noeth re allsa, dre y nerth fisigel, gul dhe gildenna an zombi. Byttegyns, an zombi ma re dreylsa y omsettyans ena troha kostenn arall, le y galetter.Furv Charles o, a’y worwedh ha heb omwodhvos war an leur. An studh ma a dhisplegyas dhymm keffrys dell via brethys Charles - ha dell via brethys rann moy ‘gwiw’ a’y gorf. “...Ytho, y’n tor’ na, my a wrug hwilas mellyans a Dhuw ...” (Meur o kryjyans Powl.)

buttock
/ pedren / hanow benow / /

We adjourned to the interior of the crypt – David followed reluctantly. Evidently, he still wanted to go back to the basement of Union House. High Tea with pseudo-royalty was, evidently, not his thing. “The Dutch will come to Our rescue,” muttered Charles, a propos of nothing in particular. “They are sympathetic to Our cause.” (As it happens, the Dutch did provide help to the Royalists’ cause – but then got very grumpy, and declared war on them, when the Royalists didn’t pay their bills. The English Civil War ended soon afterwards and the Dutch simply forgot to declare peace for 335 years – until a Cornish historian reminded them of the situation. The longest declared war in history – and no casualties on either side. Remarkable.) High Tea was duly served by Paul – ‘one may run out of food completely but one never runs out of tea, does one?’ Paul did not look as well as Charles. In fact, ‘pale and wan’ would be a fair description. I decided to raise this with him. “You’ve been unwell, Paul?” “Yes, Charles tells me that I nearly died after ... But I don’t actually remember.” Hmm. “Where were you bitten?” I ventured. “Here, in the crypt – while I was with Charles,” he replied. “Oh,” I said. “Actually,” I continued, “what I meant was which part of your body was bitten?” Paul’s pallor suddenly flushed crimson. Obviously, he had not been bitten on the forearm like Charles. He stammered something unintelligible, sighed and said: “If you must know, one of the zombies bit me on the left buttock.” I stifled a childish giggle.
Ni eth y’n gleudhgell – Davydh a’n sywyas meur a’y anvodh. Yn apert, ev a vynna unnweyth arta dehweles dhe selder Chi an Kesunyans. Yth heveli nag o dh’y dhesernyans Te Ughel gans fug-ryeleth. “Y hwrons i dos dh’agan selwyans ni, an dus Iseldiryek,” a grommyas Charles a-dro dhe dravyth speshyal. “Keskodhevek ons i dh’Agan parti.” (Yn hwir, herwydh istori an vresel ma, an dus Iseldiryek a ros gweres dhe’n parti ryel. Byttegyns, i eth ha bos pur serrys ha deklarya bresel orto – pan na wrug pe an parti ryel y reknow. Y hworfennas an Vresel Sivil Sowsnek yn skon wosa an deklaryans ma ha’n dus Iseldiryek a ankevis yn sempel dhe dheklarya an kres dres 335 blydhen – erna’s kovhas istorior kernewek a-dro dhe’n studh. An hirra bresel deklaryes yn istori – ha denvyth ny veu ledhys po goliys war unn du po war y gila. Marthys.) An Te Ughel a veu servyes dell dhegoedh gans Powl – ‘y hyllir bos gesys heb boes mann mes ny yllir nevra bos gesys heb te, a ny yllir?’ Nyns o Powl mar yagh avel Charles, dell heveli. Yn hwir, gwannliwek o y fas. My a erviras y woynn yn y gever. “Ty re veu anyagh, Powl?” “Beuv. Charles re dherivas dhymm namna verwis vy wosa ...Mes ny borthav kov yn hwir.” Hmm. “Ple feus rethys?” a wonnynis. “Omma, y’n gleudhgell – ha my gans Charles,” a worthybis ev. “A,” yn-medhav. My a besyas: “Dhe wir, pyth a styryis dhe leverel o: ‘Py part a’th korf a veu brethys?’” A-dhistowgh, disliwder Powl eth ha bos rudhgogh. Yn apert, ny via brethys war y ragvregh kepar ha Charles. Ev a hokyas yn y gows – ow leverel neppyth na ylli bos konvedhys – ha hanasa hag ena leverel: “Mars yw res dhis godhvos, onan yntra’n zombis a’m brethas dhe’n bedrenn gledh.” My a wrug taga follhwarth floghel.

buttock
/ pedrennow / pl / /

That their buttocks may be sore.
may fo klav aga diwglun.

(hkb.) buttock; tin bottom
pedrenn, diwbedrenn, ~ow

buttock, n, pedren (f), pedrennow (pl), pedrednow (pl,
buttock, n, pedren (f), pedrennow (pl), pedrednow (pl,

buttock
/ pedren / / hanow benow /

buttock
pedren [hanow benow]

buttock
/ pedren / / / pl pedrennow dual diwbedren

buttocks
diwbedren [hanow dewblek]

For easing the buttocks,
Rag esya an pedrennow,

buttocks
/ tin / / /

♦ I do not give a f. na rei vy brabm OM ny ren bram; I do not give a smelly f. about it my, na senja' üdn brabm ploos a'n cas; when he lept from the tomb, I fled farting in fear a’n beth pan dheuth ha labma y fias en üdn vrabma, own kemerys <RD; to ease the buttocks and stop fs. rag esya an pedrednow ha rag stoppya tarthednow BM
♦ I do not give a f. na rei vy brabm OM ny ren bram; I do not give a smelly f. about it my, na senja' üdn brabm ploos a'n cas; when he lept from the tomb, I fled farting in fear a’n beth pan dheuth ha labma y fias en üdn vrabma, own kemerys <RD; to ease the buttocks and stop fs. rag esya an pedrednow ha rag stoppya tarthednow BM

buttock [ s ]
pedren [ f ] pedrennow diwbedren