Notes on the Cuff & Other StoriesThe stories collected here represent a sampling of the prose that first established Bulgakov as a major figure in the literary renaissance of Moscow in the 1920s, long before he became known as an influential playwright and novelist. The centerpiece of this collection is the long story "Notes on the Cuff", a comically autobiographical account of how the tenacious young writer managed to begin his literary career despite famine, typhus, civil war, the wrong political affiliation, and the Byzantine Moscow bureaucracy. This stylistically brilliant work was only partially published during Bulgakov's lifetime due to censorship, but was immediately recognized by the literati as an important work. The other stories collected here range from a sequence about the Civil War to Bulgakov's early reportage on the rebuilding of Moscow in the early 1920s, stories which now have a strikingly contemporary ring. Bulgakov describes the swindlers who arrived along with NEP, a program for the limited return to a market economy, as well as the vast reconstruction as the city is brought back from the destruction of civil war. Bulgakov, who burst on the world literary scene in the 1960s with the publication of his long-suppressed The Master and Margarita, has continued to enjoy tremendous success both in and out of Russia where productions of his plays and adaptations of his prose works have found new audiences. |
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Pagina 40
Near a building , which in the darkness looked , due to fear , as though it had
about fifteen stories , the cart grew noticeably thinner . ... Papa stood in the
darkness and muttered , “ Shortening . . . yeah ; butter . . . yeah ; white and dark . .
. yeah .
Near a building , which in the darkness looked , due to fear , as though it had
about fifteen stories , the cart grew noticeably thinner . ... Papa stood in the
darkness and muttered , “ Shortening . . . yeah ; butter . . . yeah ; white and dark . .
. yeah .
Pagina 41
We sat down , our legs dangling , and rode away into the dark depths . XVII
Building No . 4 , 6th Entryway , 3rd Floor , Apt . 50 , Room 7 As a matter of fact , I
do not know why I crossed the whole of Moscow and came to this particular
colossal ...
We sat down , our legs dangling , and rode away into the dark depths . XVII
Building No . 4 , 6th Entryway , 3rd Floor , Apt . 50 , Room 7 As a matter of fact , I
do not know why I crossed the whole of Moscow and came to this particular
colossal ...
Pagina 163
Black figures flow towards the columns . In about two hours , inside the semi -
dark hall , the tiers will fill with heads . Rows of bright triangles and rhombi from
the drawn curtains reflect on the dark background in the boxes . There are waves
of ...
Black figures flow towards the columns . In about two hours , inside the semi -
dark hall , the tiers will fill with heads . Rows of bright triangles and rhombi from
the drawn curtains reflect on the dark background in the boxes . There are waves
of ...
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Gebruikersrecensie - nosajeel - LibraryThing(Note, I read the title novella and the first set of stories, but skipped most of the "Feuilletons"). I was excited to find a Bulgakov book that I hadn't yet read appear in translation. But the ... Volledige review lezen
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Gebruikersrecensie - jasonlf - LibraryThing(Note, I read the title novella and the first set of stories, but skipped most of the "Feuilletons"). I was excited to find a Bulgakov book that I hadn't yet read appear in translation. But the ... Volledige review lezen
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Red Stone Moscow | 121 |
The Capital in a Notebook | 129 |
Moscow City of Churches | 155 |
Copyright | |
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