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发表于 2025-3-27 00:18:49
https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-662-36488-8There exists in both Russia and Poland a rich literature on Goethe including innumerable special monographs and translations of ., the lyrics, ., and especially ... I may say without exaggeration that in Poland and Russia each generation down to the present has had its own Polish or Russian ..
可卡
发表于 2025-3-27 01:48:04
The Snowstorm,This little tale of Pushkin is charming, full of humor and fancy, radiant with serene optimism, and brightened with kindly frolic and amusing cheer.
同义联想法
发表于 2025-3-27 08:02:21
Goethe and the Russian and Polish Romantics,There exists in both Russia and Poland a rich literature on Goethe including innumerable special monographs and translations of ., the lyrics, ., and especially ... I may say without exaggeration that in Poland and Russia each generation down to the present has had its own Polish or Russian ..
scrutiny
发表于 2025-3-27 11:29:02
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不法行为
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我没有强迫
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Flustered
发表于 2025-3-28 02:20:14
,Adam Mickiewicz: Poland’s Romantic Ambassador to the Court of Realism,rtists; both of them were endowed with passionately sensual natures; both were deeply devoted to moral self-perfection; each, at a certain moment of his life, abandoned his art for causes which he considered to be superior; both went through great moral defeats and falls, but both were moved during
rheumatism
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绊住
发表于 2025-3-28 12:05:53
Ex Oriente Lux,st as in the “Sonnet” on the sonnet, in his epigrams—always in a laudatory sense,—in ., in . Referring to ., I had in mind the following: “I rode past Kazbek as indifferently as I had once swum past Chatyr Dagh. In truth, the rainy, foggy weather hindred me from seeing its snowy mass—in the poet’s e