Sometimes the grief of having lost a beloved person is so strong that the bereaved person decides not to love anybody anymore, because the same possibility of losing him or her is still there.[…]Those who keep silent and do not talk to people about their grieves will achieve divine mercy.

They [street Arabs] consort together and sleep in low doss houses where they meet with all kinds of villainy.

The derbendci, inadequate in number, could not cope with the new situation.

The next train comes at twelve o'clock (= The next train comes at noon).