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With much gaiety and panache in came Yegor Agapenov, followed by a small,
yellow, desiccated Chinaman in black-rimmed spectacles. Behind the Chinaman
was a woman in a yellow dress and a man called Vasily Petrovich. 'Where's our ...
'Is he a writer?' I asked, studying Vasily Petrovich as he drank brandy and smiled
a worried, ingratiating smile. 'No. He works for a co-operative at Tetyushi . . . Don't
waste time, Maxudov,' whispered Agapenov, 'you'll regret it. He's an amazing ...
In the stream of people passing the theatre I clearly distinguished the powerful
head of Yegor Agapenov. He was walking towards the theatre with his whole
retinue, including Likospastov with a pipe between his teeth and an unknown
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LibraryThing ReviewGebruikersrecensie - nosajeel - LibraryThing
It is not only a reflection on me that I managed to read 30 or 40 pages of this book before realizing that I had read it before, more than fifteen years ago, translated under the title Black Snow. It is inconceivable that something similar could happen with even the first two paragraphs Volledige review lezen
LibraryThing ReviewGebruikersrecensie - HadriantheBlind - LibraryThing
Bulgakov knows how to write a fine novel - this one all about the hilariously bizarre and frustrating world of stage plays. It ends very abruptly, but the author was about to die. A shame, but it can be more than excused. A wonderfully funny book. Volledige review lezen