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Have you no galoshes?' The man took my coat as reverently as if it had been a
precious ecclesiastical vestment. I walked up an iron staircase, noticing the bas-
reliefs depicting helmeted warriors brandishing swords, old-fashioned Dutch ...
Then I descried that he was wearing an overcoat and high shiny galoshes. He
was carrying a briefcase under his arm. 'Of course, that's right,' I thought, 'how
else would he walk around Moscow in the middle of the twentieth century?' '
Every day at noon Pakin came galloping into the darkened stalls, grinning with
fear and carrying a pair of galoshes. Behind him came Augusta Avdeyevna with a
tartan rug over her arm, behind her Ludmilla Silvestrovna with her notebook and
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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