By Lisias, Malcolm Campbell
This can be half certainly one of a four-part prose analyzing path designed for newcomers in Greek and different rookies wishing to consolidate their studying abilities. specific awareness is paid to idiomatic utilization (both in Greek and English), notice order and using debris and particle-combinations, whereas functional information is given on getting to know the verbal platforms and different good points of the language which newcomers more often than not locate complicated. The 4 devices might be studied in succession as a part of a innovative direction, yet every one unit is satisfactorily self-contained to allow the persuit of specific pursuits.
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