THE MIRROR ROOM

witzseeker:

Mikhail Bulgakov (May 15, 1891 - March 10, 1940)

Manuscripts don’t burn.
“The Master and Margarita”

You must realise that the true horror is that he no longer has a dog’s heart, but a human one… The worst of all those that exist in nature.
Mikhail Bulgakov (via sprongleblog)
russkayaliteratura:

fxxxes:

love this book. was searching for tattoo ideas (totally on the idea of a sick behemoth tattoo) when i stumbled upon this illustration by david black, blackgraphic.net. 
it’s soon to be made into a t shirt for www.the-affair.com, who make some pretty awesome literature-based shirts.  can’t wait ‘til they’re up for sale!!

OH MY LORD!

russkayaliteratura:

fxxxes:

love this book. was searching for tattoo ideas (totally on the idea of a sick behemoth tattoo) when i stumbled upon this illustration by david black, blackgraphic.net

it’s soon to be made into a t shirt for www.the-affair.com, who make some pretty awesome literature-based shirts.  can’t wait ‘til they’re up for sale!!

OH MY LORD!

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked…
Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via cinnamonandlime)
By kindness. The only possible method when dealing with a living creature. You’ll get nowhere with an animal if you use terror, no matter what its level of development may be. That I have maintained, do maintain and always will maintain. People who think you can use terror are quite wrong. No, terror’s useless, whatever its colour - white, red or even brown! Terror completely paralyses the nervous system.
Mikhail Bulgakov (“Heart of a Dog”)

russkayaliteratura:

They have read your novel… and they said only one thing, that, unfortunately, it is not finished. So I wanted to show you your hero. He has been sitting here for about two thousand years, sleeping, but, when the moon is full, he is tormented, as you see, by insomnia. And it torments not only him, but his faithful guardian, the dog. If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it. The only thing that brave creature ever feared was thunderstorms. But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one who is loved.

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita



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