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Behind the Chinaman was a woman in a yellow dress and a man called Vasily
Petrovich. 'Where's our Ismail?' cried Yegor, rushing towards Ismail
Alexandrovich, who burst into delighted laughter, shouted: 'Ha! Yegor!' and
buried his beard ...
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 type. He'll
I was half dreaming about Vasily Petrovich, half imagining that he was really in
my room and the horror of it was that he poured himself out some brandy, which /
drank. Paris was unbearable; I was in the Opera and someone was cocking a ...
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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