Englisch-Deutsch Übersetzungen für das Wort: balloon

Deutsch Englisch
Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) [luftf.] (Wasserstoff-, Helium- oder Heißluftballon) balloon
Luftballon {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon
Sprechblase {f}Femininum (die) balloon
Überzieher {m}Maskulinum (der) [ugs.] (Kondom) balloon [Am.] [sl.]
Verhüterli {n}Neutrum (das) [ugs., hum.] (Kondom) balloon [Am.] [sl.]
Blase {f}Femininum (die) (Sprechblase) balloon
Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) (Wasserballon) balloon
Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) (Luftballon) balloon
Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) [med.-tech. etc.] (an einem Ballonkatheter etc.) balloon
Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) (Luft- oder Heliumballon als Spielzeug) balloon
Ballonführerin {f}Femininum (die) (female) balloon pilot
Ballonfahrerin {f}Femininum (die) (betont: Ballonführerin) (female) balloon pilot
Ballonwerbung {f}Femininum (die) (hot-air) balloon advertising
Ballonwerbung {f}Femininum (die) balloon advertising
Ballonangioplastik {f}Femininum (die) [med.] balloon angioplasty
Ballonangioplastie {f}Femininum (die) [med.] balloon angioplasty
Ballonsperre {f}Femininum (die) [mil.] balloon apron
Ballonkünstler {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon artist
Ballonaufstieg {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon ascent
Ballonsperre {f}Femininum (die) [mil.] balloon barrage
Ballonkorb {m}Maskulinum (der) (bes. geflochtener Korb) balloon basket
(offene) Ballongondel {f}Femininum (die) balloon basket
Ballonbalgen {m}Maskulinum (der) [fot.] balloon bellows
Ballon-Balgen {m}Maskulinum (der) [fot.] balloon bellows
Ballonmodellierer {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon bender
Ballonkünstler {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon bender
Ballonmodelliererin {f}Femininum (die) balloon bender
Ballonkünstlerin {f}Femininum (die) balloon bender
Ballonbombe {f}Femininum (die) [mil.-tech., hist.] balloon bomb
Ballongondel {f}Femininum (die) balloon car


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Sónya, when he came in, was twirling round and was about to expand her dresses into a balloon and sit down.
To distract his thoughts he drove that day to the village of Vorontsóvo to see the great balloon Leppich was constructing to destroy the foe, and a trial balloon that was to go up next day.
The balloon was not yet ready, but Pierre learned that it was being constructed by the Emperor’s desire.
But Count Rostopchín, who now taunted those who left Moscow and now had the government offices removed; now distributed quite useless weapons to the drunken rabble; now had processions displaying the icons, and now forbade Father Augustin to remove icons or the relics of saints; now seized all the private carts in Moscow and on one hundred and thirty-six of them removed the balloon that was being constructed by Leppich; now hinted that he would burn Moscow and related how he had set fire to his own house; now wrote a proclamation to the French solemnly upbraiding them for having destroyed his Orphanage; now claimed the glory of having hinted that he would burn Moscow and now repudiated the deed; now ordered the people to catch all spies and bring them to him, and now reproached them for doing so; now expelled all the French residents from Moscow, and now allowed Madame Aubert-Chalmé (the center of the whole French colony in Moscow) to remain, but ordered the venerable old postmaster Klyucharëv to be arrested and exiled for no particular offense; now assembled the people at the Three Hills to fight the French and now, to get rid of them, handed over to them a man to be killed and himself drove away by a back gate; now declared that he would not survive the fall of Moscow, and now wrote French verses in albums concerning his share in the affair—this man did not understand the meaning of what was happening but merely wanted to do something himself that would astonish people, to perform some patriotically heroic feat; and like a child he made sport of the momentous, and unavoidable event—the abandonment and burning of Moscow—and tried with his puny hand now to speed and now to stay the enormous, popular tide that bore him along with it.
“Why were bundles of useless papers from the government offices, and Leppich’s balloon and other articles removed?”
If they had asked me any more questions, I should undoubtedly have betrayed myself, for I was even then on the point of mentioning that there was a balloon in the yard, and should have hazarded the statement but for my invention being divided between that phenomenon and a bear in the brewery.
The filthy water parted and swallowed up its victim for a moment, but an instant later the drowning woman floated to the surface, moving slowly with the current, her head and legs in the water, her skirt inflated like a balloon over her back.
But, I say, I’ve been told Berg is going up in a great balloon next Sunday from the Yusupov Garden and will take up passengers at a fee.
I am not intrusive; I used to get on all right with card-sharpers, and I never bored Prince Svirbey, a great personage who is a distant relation of mine, and I could write about Raphael’s Madonna in Madam Prilukov’s album, and I never left Marfa Petrovna’s side for seven years, and I used to stay the night at Viazemsky’s house in the Hay Market in the old days, and I may go up in a balloon with Berg, perhaps.”
By the city's quadrangular houses—in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river, Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter, Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish, Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou, Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tall; Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flower'd cotton plant, over the rice in its low moist field, Over the sharp-peak'd farm house, with its scallop'd scum and slender shoots from the gutters, Over the western persimmon, over the long-leav'd corn, over the delicate blue-flower flax, Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest, Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze; Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs, Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush, Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot, Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great goldbug drops through the dark, Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow, Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides, Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters; Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders, Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs, Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,) Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand, Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it, Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke, Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water, Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown currents, Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below; Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments, Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island, Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance, Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside, Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball, At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter, At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw, At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find, At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings; Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps, Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatter'd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel, Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen, Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks, Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie, Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near, Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding, Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh, Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds, Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out, Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery, Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees, Where the yellow-crown'd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs, Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon, Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well, Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves, Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs, Through the gymnasium, through the curtain'd saloon, through the office or public hall; Pleas'd with the native and pleas'd with the foreign, pleas'd with the new and old, Pleas'd with the homely woman as well as the handsome, Pleas'd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously, Pleas'd with the tune of the choir of the whitewash'd church, Pleas'd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, impress'd seriously at the camp-meeting; Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass, Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach, My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle; Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek'd bush-boy, (behind me he rides at the drape of the day,) Far from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet, or the moccasin print, By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient, Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle; Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure, Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any, Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him, Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while, Walking the old hills of Judaea with the beautiful gentle God by my side, Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars, Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles, Speeding with tail'd meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest, Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly, Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.


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The Black Balloon (ein australischer Spielfilm aus dem Jahr 2008) The Black Balloon
Fesselballon {m}Maskulinum (der) moored balloon
einen Ballon steigen lassen to send up a balloon
heliumgefüllter Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) helium-filled balloon
ballonexpandierender Stent {m}Maskulinum (der) [med.-tech.] balloon expanding stent
gigantischer Ballon {m}Maskulinum (der) giant balloon
Ballonwerbung {f}Femininum (die) (hot-air) balloon advertising
Die Reise des roten Ballons [österr.] (ein französisch-taiwanesischer Spielfilm aus dem Jahr 2007) Flight of the Red Balloon
Ballonbeobachter {m}Maskulinum (der) balloon observer
Kognakschwenker {m}Maskulinum (der) brandy balloon