martes, 6 de mayo de 2014

10 Fragments by Mikhail Bulgakov


Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?

The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You’re asked an unexpected question, you don’t even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.

Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no such thing as real, true, eternal love? Cut out his lying tongue!
Follow me, reader, and only me and I will show you that love!

Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.

You’re not Dostoevsky,’ said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. ‘Well, who knows, who knows,’ he replied.
‘Dostoevsky’s dead,’ said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently.
‘I protest!’ Behemoth exclaimed hotly. ‘Dostoevsky is immortal!

Oh how much evil your beauty is yet to cause.

Just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once.

She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes.

You should never ask anyone for anything. Never - and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.


Finally, after seeing that he was abandoned and alone, and there was no one to help him, he decided to get up, however inhuman the effort it cost him.

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