My brother drew comic books and wrote stories, and therefore I did the same.

The second brother made a dana (cup of leaves) and drew water from a well with a rope.

My brother drew a huge lungful of air and screamed.

Then the light faded, and the picture was gone as my brother drew the shutters firmly closed.

All three brothers cried and drew their own swords to commit suicide.

But then the brothers grew thick and sober and drew away.

However, he and his younger brother Joseph were drawing signs of their own.

In the old days when the estates were so poor the brothers drew lots to see who should have what there was.

"The brother should draw a diagram of the area," the manual adds.

My brother was drawing her, as I told you, but he was wrong about her power.