Voice, Speech and Gesture: A Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art, Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading, and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman J. Grant, 1912 - Всего страниц: 1196 |
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