Ïîèñê ïî êàòàëîãó ïå÷àòíûõ èçäàíèé

Àííîòàöèÿ: Ãëàâíîå ïðîèçâåäåíèå - "Äåêàìåðîí" (1350-1353, ïóáëèêîâàíî â 1470) - ìíîãîöâåòíàÿ ïàíîðàìà íðàâîâ èòàëüÿíñêîãî îáùåñòâà. Íåàäàïòèðîâàííûé òåêñò ñíàáæåí êîììåíòàðèÿìè è ñëîâàðåì

Àííîòàöèÿ: Ìîäåðí - õóäîæåñòâåííûé ñòèëü êîíöà XIX - íà÷àëà XX âåêà. Ðóññêèé âàðèàíò ìîäåðíà ìàëî èçó÷åí.  àëüáîìå âîñïðîèçâîäÿòñÿ è àíàëèçèðóþòñÿ çíà÷èòåëüíûå îáðàçöû ýòîãî ñòèëÿ â àðõèòåêòóðå, èçîáðàçèòåëüíîì è ïðèêëàäíîì èñêóññòâå

Àííîòàöèÿ: For well-known Soviet poet Eugeny Vinokurov, as for all those of his generation, the end of boyhood coincided with the beginning of the Great Patriotic War against nazi Germany (1941-1945). Vinokurov left school at sixteen to train as an artillery officer and, in the autumn of 1943, took over command of a platoon when he was not quite eighteen. Vinokurov's first poems were published in 1948 and made an impression on critics and readers alike. He has since oublished over fifteen books of verse and articles on poetry. —They—ve been reading me your poems like a novel, consecutively, page by page—, wrote Kornei Chukovsky in one of his last letters, "and it—s been like listening to the autobiography (or diary) of one of the most human Russian people"

Àííîòàöèÿ: Ñáîðíèê ñòèõîòâîðåíèé ñîâåòñêèõ ïîýòåññ