here is an example of extraordinary luck , the unlucky poet sashka ryukhin talks about pushkin, froman bulgakov, master margarita, remember, when he returns from a madhouse from ivan bezdomny, who accused him sashka ryukhin of mediocrity and in such a sad, melancholy mood, sashka goes to truck by tver boulevard, suddenly sees the cast-iron figure of a man who indifferently looks in front of... looks at him and utters these very words: lucky, lucky for him, this white guard shot at him, crushed his hip, ensured his immortality, no matter what he did, no matter what step he took, it all led to his glory, the impression is that these are the thoughts of not only ryokhin himself, but also bulgakov, who certainly cannot be called mediocre, but the mystery of pushkin, the mystery of pushkin also attracted bulgakov very strongly . it is no coincidence, by the way, that in the thirties years bulgakov will write a play by alexander pushkin , in this play he will not dare to bring pushkin to the stage, it will be all dedicated to pushkin, there will be a tsar, there will be benkendor, there wi

master margarita, remember, when he returns from... a madhouse from ivan bezdomny, who accused him sashka ryukhinnd utters these very words: lucky, lucky for him, this white guard shot at him, crushed his hip, provided for him immortality, no matter what he... did, no matter what step he took, all this led to his glory, the impression is that these are the thoughts not only of ryokhin himself, but also of bulgakov, who certainly cannot be called mediocre, but the mystery of pushkin, the mystery of pushkin-bulgakov was also very attractive. it is no coincidence, by the way, that in the thirties bulgakov would write a play by alexander pushkin, in this play he would not dare to bring pushkin to the stage, it would be entirely dedicated. by week exactly, or more accurately by hour, the impression is that we know everything about him, with on the other hand, the impression is that we don’t know anything about it, we don’t continue to be surprised by it, we don’t continue to discover it and don’t understand what it is. pushkin is our everything, apollo grigoriev once said, precisely ours, russian, rus

one is normal among idiots, of whom the first dunce is mediocrity, sashka, who is sashka mediocrity, but here he is, ryukhinstead... why did they come to the restaurant in only their underwear? yes, there’s nothing surprising here, i went for a swim in the muscovite, well, they backed off mine clothes, but they didn’t leave these two, but i can’t walk around moscow naked, i put on what i had. i was in a hurry to griboev’s restaurant, the restaurant , that’s what it’s called, why were they in such a hurry, some kind of business meeting, i ’m catching a consultant, what kind of consultant, you berlioz, you know, this is a composer, but what kind of composer, oh yes, no, a composer is namesake misha berlioz, massalit's secretary berlioz was run over by a tram on the patriarch's this evening. what don’t you know, i wasn’t there at the time, he deliberately put it under the tram, pushed it, and what does he have to do with pushing it, so there was no need to push, he does such things, just hold on, he knew in advance that berlios would get hit by a tram, and what measures did you take to catch this murderer, and