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Перевод: portly

[прилагательное]
дородный; осанистый; представительный; полный

Тезаурус:

1. Even the webs of the more portly tropical spiders could interrupt an imperial dispatch" .11
2. That left me with dozens of portly gentlemen in blue who spent the rest of the night eating my shortbread, drinking my coffee and asking me if I knew Terry Wogan.
3. The cafe/1s were full of well-dressed people, portly men reading the paper, ladies with cloche hats smoking cigarettes in metal or ivory cigarette-holders, armless ex-soldiers begging for a pfennig.
4. As I finished my meal an entire flotilla of portly Bavarians waddled out, having consumed vast quantities of beer with their enormous meal.
5. In the opposite corner was a portly man in a baggy tweed suit.
6. He was scornful, too, of the humanitarian-aid programme run for the contras by the State Department through the NHAO, which Owen familiarly called the "no-way, no-how" and the "no-hope programme"; the State Department itself turned up on local code-sheets as "wimps", the CIA as "assholes", the portly Shultz as "Nancy".
7. At 1.30pm a portly white-shirted figure looked anxiously through the downstairs front window at the growing assembly of reporters and photographers and disappeared.
8. Three: portly old men should use belt and braces, in case their trousers burst open; the belt hides the disaster.
9. The General was a portly, ugly man, his manners were not refined, and his talk was conspicuous for an eagerness to apply military similes to a very wide variety of matters.
10. The waiter was a portly middle-aged man, deferential but dignified.
11. Some mill-workers on a mid-shift and a group of men crossing the river to look for work made up the rest of the throng, with the exception of a portly little man with a bowler hat, waistcoat and watch-chain, a foreman from one of the Govan yards on an errand for the Head Office.
12. George Shultz, the bluff and portly secretary of state, evidently thought much the same.
13. Our lorry stopped outside one of the marquees and out strode the portly figure of C.Q.M.S. Gerry Ward, who was eventually to become our quartermaster.