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Quotes from Mikhail Bulgakov

Kindly consider the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it?
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
HOW SAD, YE gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps. You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying an unbearable burden. You know it too when you are weary and ready to leave this earth without regret; its mists, its swamps and its rivers; ready to give yourself into the arms of death with a light heart, knowing that death alone can comfort you.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
The movies are a woman's only solace in life.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
How can we help Mikhail Alexandrovich? By staying hungry? But us, you know, we're alive!
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
We are speaking different languages, as always, but that doesn't change the things we talk about.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Unfortunately, I cannot do that,' replied the master, 'because I burned it in the stove.' 'Forgive me, but I don't believe you,' Woland replied, 'that cannot be: manuscripts don't burn.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
But The Master and Margarita is true to the broader sense of the novel as a freely developing form embodied in the works of Dostoevsky and Gogol, of Swift and Sterne, of Cervantes, Rabelais and Apuleius.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
The lodger told Anfisa, Anna Frantsevna's long-time and devoted housekeeper, to say, in case he received any telephone calls, that he would be back in ten minutes, and left together with the proper, white-gloved policeman. He not only did not come back in ten minutes, but never came back at all.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
The only thing he said was that among human vices he considered cowardice one of the first.'7
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Manuscripts don't burn
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Once there was a certain lady . . . And she had no children, and generally no happiness either. And so first she cried for a long time, and then she became wicked . . .
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
ButelkÄ™ mineralnej – poprosiÅ' Berlioz. -Mineralnej nie ma – odpowiedziaÅ'a kobieta w budce i z niejasnych powodów obraziÅ'a siÄ™.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Ka?dy z literatów pomyÅ›laÅ' co innego. Berlioz: "Nie, to jednak cudzoziemiec!", a Bezdomny: "O, cholera!...".
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Once there was a certain lady . . . And she had no children, and generally no happiness either. And so first she cried for a long time, and then she became wicked . . .
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Riuchin sapaÅ' ci??ko, czerwony byÅ' jak burak i myÅ›laÅ' tylko o jednym – ?e oto wyhodowaÅ' ?mijÄ™ na wÅ'asnym Å'onie, zajÄ…Å' siÄ™ serdecznie czÅ'owiekiem, który zdemaskowaÅ' siÄ™ jako podstÄ™pny wróg. A co najgorsze, Riuchin byÅ' teraz caÅ'kowicie bezradny – nie bÄ™dzie siÄ™ przecie? wykÅ'ócaÅ' z wariatem!
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Tego jeszcze brakowaÅ'o!" - i od tej chwili myÅ›li Stiopy pobiegÅ'y dwutorowo, ale, jak to siÄ™ zwykle dzieje w chwili katastrofy, w jednym kierunku i w ogóle diabli wiedzÄ… dokÄ…d.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
De ce s? alergi pe urmele a ceva ce e deja încheiat?
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Jak to si? mog?o sta?? - machinalnie zapyta?a Ma?gorzata, wspominaj?c jednocze?nie szepty w trolejbusie. -A diabli wiedz? jak! - nonszalancko odpowiedzia? rudy.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Pannica, grasejuj?c, od?piewa?a s?odko, aczkolwiek z chrypk? w g?osie, co? niezupe?nie zrozumia?ego, ale s?dz?c po twarzach kobiet na widowni, musia?o to by? co? nader n?c?cego: -Guerlain, Mitsuko, Narcisse Noir, Chanel numer pi??, suknie wieczorowe, suknie koktajlowe...
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Messer – odparÅ' Azazello – spieszÄ™ donie??, ?e mamy dwoje obcych: jakÄ…Å› piÄ™knÄ… dziewczynÄ™, która zanudza bÅ'aganiami, ?eby jÄ… pozostawiono przy jej pani, a wraz z niÄ…, przepraszam za wyra?enie, przybyÅ' jej wieprz.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
No, what's the use, there's no leaving a place like this for any amount of freedom, thought the dog sniffing dismally, I've got used to it. I'm a gentleman's dog, an intelligent being, acquired a taste for the good things of life. And what is freedom? Smoke, mirage, fiction... the raving of those unhappy-democrats...
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
It happens that way when a man strives to become the centre of attention, to bring sensational news somewhere.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Zupe?nie jasne – potwierdzi? kot, zapominaj?c, ?e mia? by? milcz?c? halucynacj?.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Nieustannie trzeba przesuwa? wojska, czyta? donosy i skargi, a po?owa z nich to donosy i skargi na mnie!
~ Mikhail Bulgakov