The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... true founder of the political , philosophical , and literary schools which were afterwards to be called Slavophile , Moscovite , and Panslavist . The influence of the Romantic party did much to free Russian poetry from French influences ...
... true founder of the political , philosophical , and literary schools which were afterwards to be called Slavophile , Moscovite , and Panslavist . The influence of the Romantic party did much to free Russian poetry from French influences ...
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... true epic written by a modern poet . Yet the youthful Gogol soon abandoned this channel of expression . There was in him the spirit of Dickens ; he was a realist and a satirist , as earnest as the English novelist , and even more bitter ...
... true epic written by a modern poet . Yet the youthful Gogol soon abandoned this channel of expression . There was in him the spirit of Dickens ; he was a realist and a satirist , as earnest as the English novelist , and even more bitter ...
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... true that his latest writings show his ardent love for Russia ; but they show , too , a cutting criticism of the Slavophiles , to whose party he had never belonged , and this was accounted unpardonable . He was reproached for his jests ...
... true that his latest writings show his ardent love for Russia ; but they show , too , a cutting criticism of the Slavophiles , to whose party he had never belonged , and this was accounted unpardonable . He was reproached for his jests ...
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... tales of Dostoïevsky are not fantastic , for the madman is not fantastic in the true sense of the word ; he is tragic and realistic , and most of his characters would , in the Occident , be considered mad , and even xl RUSSIAN LITERATURE.
... tales of Dostoïevsky are not fantastic , for the madman is not fantastic in the true sense of the word ; he is tragic and realistic , and most of his characters would , in the Occident , be considered mad , and even xl RUSSIAN LITERATURE.
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... true colours for the first time . Born in 1828 , Leo Nikolaievitch , Count Tolstoi , is now ( 1899 ) seventy - one years of age . He has not lived merely to write , nor has he written in order to live . As he observed the world , and ...
... true colours for the first time . Born in 1828 , Leo Nikolaievitch , Count Tolstoi , is now ( 1899 ) seventy - one years of age . He has not lived merely to write , nor has he written in order to live . As he observed the world , and ...
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