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... Bulgakov . * He tore into the fighting at the most dangerous places . Victory always followed him , and crowned him with a golden wreath of his own disordered hair . The blockheads of the first sec- tion were afraid of Bulgakov and ...
... Bulgakov . * He tore into the fighting at the most dangerous places . Victory always followed him , and crowned him with a golden wreath of his own disordered hair . The blockheads of the first sec- tion were afraid of Bulgakov and ...
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... Bulgakov ? Nobody could have known . Bulgakov was older than I , but I remember very well his im- petuous liveliness , his merciless tongue which everyone feared , and the sense of determination and strength which could be felt in every ...
... Bulgakov ? Nobody could have known . Bulgakov was older than I , but I remember very well his im- petuous liveliness , his merciless tongue which everyone feared , and the sense of determination and strength which could be felt in every ...
Page 167
... Bulgakov moved the people around him from their real world out to the very edge of another world of almost fantastic exaggeration . I did not meet Bulgakov again , after the gymnasium , until 1924 , when he was already a writer . He ...
... Bulgakov moved the people around him from their real world out to the very edge of another world of almost fantastic exaggeration . I did not meet Bulgakov again , after the gymnasium , until 1924 , when he was already a writer . He ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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