She cried when she heard the news.

A cris lay hidden beneath the floorboards, its blade still gleaming.

She cries quietly every time she reads that old letter.

The baby's cries echoed through the quiet house until morning.

Cris invited everyone to the backyard barbecue on Saturday.

Last summer I visited Cris, a quiet village in Daneș, Mureș, Romania, and enjoyed walking through its sunflower fields.

The city's struggling arts scene, which had cried out for funding for years, finally received support.

When the vase slipped from her hands, she cried out in surprise.

As the invasion began, the rebel leader cried havoc, and chaos spread through the city.

He cried craven and abandoned his post when the ship began to sink.