Предмет: Литература, автор: Fdeuoo55

Идея стихотворения бородино

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Автор ответа: ambrella223

Идея стихотворения М. Ю. Лермонтова "Бородино" говорит о героизме русского народа, встающего на защиту своей родины и о гордости и восхищении этим народом.

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George Bernard Shaw, the famous English playwright, came from a middle class family. He was born in Dublin, the capital of Ireland, in 1856, and was proud of being an Irishman.
In 1876 he left his home town for London, where he became a journalist. In 1884 he joined the Fabian Society, a socialist organization of bourgeois intellectuals.
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