Quotes from Mikhail Bulgakov

But this is what disturbs me: if there is no God, then, the question is, who is in control of man's life and the whole order of things on earth?

What point is there in dying in a ward, listening to the moans and rasps of the terminally ill? Wouldn't it be better to spend the twenty-seven thousand on a banquet, then, after taking poison, depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by intoxicated beautiful women and dashing friends?

Ah, what stars there are in the Ukraine. I've been living in Moscow almost seven years, but I still feel drawn to my homeland. My heart aches, I get a terrible urge to board a train and be off. To see the cliffs covered in

Na lito??, przecie? to zaczyna by? Å›mieszne, koniec koÅ"ców! - nie poddawaÅ' siÄ™ Korowiow. - Pisarz jest pisarzem, poniewa? pisze, a bynajmniej nie dlatego, ?e ma legitymacjÄ™.

There is, if you don't mind my saying so, something sinister about men who avoid wine, games, the company of charming women, and good dinner-table conversation. People like that are either seriously ill or they secretly disdain their fellow men.

The buckets emptied quickly, and men from different squads took turns bringing water from the gully that lay towards the city, where, in the feeble shade of emaciated mulberries, a muddy stream lived out its last days in the diabolical heat.

Why bother to learn to read when you can smell meat a mile away?

Ah, professor, if only you had discovered a way of rejuvenating hair!" Chapter 2

Bulgakov always loved clowning and agreed with E. T. A. Hoffmann that irony and buffoonery are expressions of 'the deepest contemplation of life in all its conditionality

Don't be afraid, your majesty... Don't be afraid, your majesty, the blood has long since drained away into the earth and grapes have grown on the spot.

Gel peÅŸimden, ey okur! Kim söyledi sana yeryüzünde gerçek, sad?k, sonsuz aÅŸk olmad???n?? O yalanc?n?n iÄŸrenç dilini kessinler! Gel peÅŸimden, ey okurum ve sadece benim peÅŸimden gel, ben sana böyle bir aÅŸk göstereceÄŸim!

OdczekaÅ' chwilÄ™, wiedzÄ…c, ?e nie ma takiej siÅ'y, która kazaÅ'aby tÅ'umowi zamilkn??, zanim nie wyrzuci z siebie wszystkiego, co ma na sercu, i nie zamilknie sam.

Then he hung up, the scoundrel!

Man is mortal and, as has rightly been said, unexpectedly mortal.

Behemot ukroi? sobie kawa?ek ananasa, posoli? go, popieprzy?, zjad?, a potem tak brawurowo chlapn?? drug? setk? spirytusu, ?e wszyscy zacz?li mu bi? brawo.

Kocur i teraz siÄ™ wtrÄ…ciÅ': -Za to ja wyglÄ…dam jak najprawdziwsza halucynacja. ProszÄ™ zwróci? uwagÄ™ na mój profil w Å›wietle ksi??yca. - WlazÅ' w sÅ'up ksi??ycowego Å›wiatÅ'a i chciaÅ' coÅ› jeszcze doda?, ale poproszono go, ?eby siÄ™ zamknÄ…Å', wiÄ™c odparÅ': - Dobrze, dobrze, mogÄ™ milcze?! BÄ™dÄ™ milczÄ…cÄ… halucynacjÄ…. - I zamilkÅ'.

To wódka?- sÅ'abym gÅ'osem zapytaÅ'a MaÅ'gorzata. Kot poczuÅ' siÄ™ dotkniÄ™ty i a? podskoczyÅ' na krzeÅ›le. -Na lito?? boskÄ…, królowo - zachrypiaÅ' - czy oÅ›mieliÅ'bym siÄ™ nala? damie wódki ? To czysty spirytus.

The streetlights had already lit up on Bronnaya, and a golden moon hung over the Patriarchs. In the ever deceiving lunar light, it appeared to Ivan Nikolayevich that, instead of a cane, the professor stood holding a sword under his arm.

There is absolutely no necessity to learn how to read; meat smells a mile off, anyway.

He looked to be a little over forty. Mouth somehow twisted. Clean-shaven. Dark-haired. Right eye black, left -for some reason- green. Dark eyebrows, but one higher than the other. In short, a foreigner.

All the words he used in the beginning were gutter words. He heard them and stored them in his brain. Now, as I walk in the street, I look at dogs with secret horror. WHo knows what is hidden in their heads?

This was at dusk, in mid-October. And she left. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep without turning on the light. I was awakened by the feeling that the octopus was there. Groping in the dark, I barely managed to turn on the light. My pocket watch showed two o'clock in the morning. I was falling ill when I went to bed, and I woke up sick. It suddenly seemed to me that the autumn darkness would push through the glass and pour into the room, and I would drown in it as in ink.

El fin de todo esto es trágico: el que hace muy poco se sabía con el poder en las manos, se encuentra de pronto inmóvil en una caja de madera; y los que lo rodean, conscientes de su inutilidad, le queman en un horno.

MiÅ'o mi sÅ'ysze?, ?e siÄ™ pan tak uprzejmie zwraca do kota. Nie wiadomo, dlaczego wszyscy mówiÄ… do kotów "ty", cho? jako ?ywo ?aden kot nigdy z nikim nie piÅ' bruderszaftu.