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Page 64
And what are you sitting here for , twirling your moustache ? ... One forgets ,
somehow , that Bulgakov ' s story deals with a man who brought him so much
pain . One day , Bulgakov visits Stalin tired and depressed . Do sit down . Why so
sad ?
And what are you sitting here for , twirling your moustache ? ... One forgets ,
somehow , that Bulgakov ' s story deals with a man who brought him so much
pain . One day , Bulgakov visits Stalin tired and depressed . Do sit down . Why so
sad ?
Page 112
Sits outside the porch till midnight and has longings . Our summer nights are all
alight , all white . A man ' s breath is so light on nights like these , it ' s all so
unreal . There she will sit , dreaming away , and then suddenly she will start
singing ...
Sits outside the porch till midnight and has longings . Our summer nights are all
alight , all white . A man ' s breath is so light on nights like these , it ' s all so
unreal . There she will sit , dreaming away , and then suddenly she will start
singing ...
Page 154
The truck rushed , swerving from side to side , past haughty golden eagles sitting
on the edge of the wide road . Not one of the eagles so much as moved , though
the vehicle almost touched them as it tore past . The eagles did not even bother ...
The truck rushed , swerving from side to side , past haughty golden eagles sitting
on the edge of the wide road . Not one of the eagles so much as moved , though
the vehicle almost touched them as it tore past . The eagles did not even bother ...
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