By Thomas Oberlies
The 2 nice epics of (old) India, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, are written in a language, which differs from so-called classical Sanskrit in lots of info. either texts nonetheless are of a massive significance in India and different nations. due to this, a grammar describing the entire diverse features of epic Sanskrit has been overlooked previously. The Grammar of Epic Sanskrit will now shut this hole.
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