Mikhail Bulgakov
Mikhail Bulgakov
Mikhaíl Afanasyevich Bulgakovwas a Russian writer and playwright active in the first half of the 20th century. He is best known for his novel The Master and Margarita, which has been called one of the masterpieces of the 20th century...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 May 1891
CountryRussian Federation
husband interesting horror
Margarita was never short of money. She could buy whatever she liked. Her husband had plenty of interesting friends. Margarita never had to cook. Margarita knew nothing of the horrors of living in a shared flat. In short... was she happy? Not for a moment.
touching fixing trouble
Not causing trouble, not touching anything, fixing the primus.
dog spirit dies
A dog's spirit dies hard.
men bureaucracy remove
Remove the document—and you remove the man.
cat animal sitting
Not fooling around, not bothering nobody, just sitting here mending the Primus," said the cat with a hostile frown, "and, moreover, I consider it my duty to warn you that the cat is an ancient, inviolable animal.
men years tomorrow
Allow me to inquire how man can control his own affairs when he is not only incapable of compiling a plan for some laughably short term such as, say, a thousand years, but cannot even predict what will happen to him tomorrow?
firsts poet made
It must be added that from his first words the foreigner made a repellent impression on the poet, but Berlioz rather liked him - that is, not liked but . . . how to put it . . . was interested, or whatever.
speak truth-is easy
To speak the truth is easy and pleasant.
cat sailing challenges
I challenge you to a duel!” screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.
sin cowardice
Cowardice is the greatest sin.
giving stronger offers
Never ask for anything! Never for anything, and especially from those who are stronger than you. They'll make the offer themselves, and give everything themselves.
behemoth said immortal
You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied. 'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. 'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!
women difficult folks
Difficult folk, these women!
girl party other-worlds
What's the use of dying in a ward surrounded by a lot of groaning and croaking incurables? Wouldn't it be much better to throw a party with that twenty-seven thousand and take poison and depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by lovely drunken girls and happy friends?