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I would finally scuttle into the theatre realizing that I was late for the dress
rehearsal . . . 'Vanya!' came a faint voice from the stage. 'Give us the yellow!' In
the furthest proscenium box a light flared, emitting a funnel- shaped ray which
threw a ...
The arrival of Drykin's cab meant that Ivan Vasilievich was coming to the theatre
for a rehearsal of Black Snow. Every day at noon Pakin came galloping into the
darkened stalls, grinning with fear and carrying a pair of galoshes. Behind him ...
The season finishes in a week's time and then there won't be any more
rehearsals until September! Godfathers! September, October, November ...' The
night turned into dawn. My window was open, but the morning was as warm and
airless as ...
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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