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 two 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."

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Source: Mikhail Bulgakov (2010). “The Master and Margarita (Vintage Classic Russians Series)”, p.426, Random House

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Mikhail Bulgakov

Mikhail Bulgakov

Novelist, Playwright

Mikhail Bulgakov was a Russian writer known for his novel 'The Master and Margarita,' which explores themes of love, power, and the human spirit.

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