“JOY” на Казахському мові

Silence, and then Cassian let out a whoop of such joy that it shattered the fraught silence into smithereens, leaping from his chair to tackle Rhys.

Fighting was all he knew, but he never forgot how it felt to have a moment of joy.

“It’s been a joy riding with you,” he said, trying for humor.

By the time Nesta finished the last rotation, that absurd defiance of basic laws of movement and space, Eris had her hand again, spinning her three more times, his red hair glinting like fire as if in echo to the unchecked, dark joy bursting from her.

There were plenty of times when he’d see the joy on Rhys’s face and have to walk away to keep from weeping, because his brother had waited for that love, earned it.

So heartbreakingly full of joy.

His joy.

Like Gwyn was calling only to her, her voice full of sunshine and joy and unshakable determination.

“Doesn’t it give you guys a real joy to look at the place now?

Of Kallias and Viviane, also swollen with child and glowing with joy and strength.

Will she ever touch her belly and feel joy rather than sadness?