In the room of Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov in apartment No. 50 on Bolshaya Sadovaya, in addition to the bookshelf, several pieces of memorabilia — witnesses of the writer’s life — have been preserved. These are the entrance door and the porthole window to the left of the door.
Architectural details of Mikhail Bulgakov’s room
The house was asleep. I looked out the window. Not a single window in the five floors was lit, and I realized that this was not a house, but a multi-tiered ship flying under a still black sky. I was amused by the thought of being on the move. I calmed down…
The protagonist of the novel “Notes of a Dead Man” Sergei Leontievich Maksudov lives in a room in a communal apartment. At night he works on his novel “Black Snow”. Similarly, Mikhail Bulgakov was living in communal apartment No. 50 at 10 Bolshaya Sadovaya, and writing his novel “The White Guard”.
Mikhail Bulgakov’s room was located opposite the kitchen. The wooden door to the corridor was the only barrier between the writer’s quiet room and the noisy communal life. Bulgakov repeatedly described the customs of his neighbors in stories and feuilletons. Drunkenness, fights, swearing, and failure to respect one’s personal space — all these facets of living in apartment No. 50 allowed the writer to work on his novels only at night, when it was relatively quiet.
On Bolshaya Sadovaya Street
A big, grand house took its seat.
In it lives en masse
Our organized proletariat class.
And I got lost among this stratum
Like some kind of,
excuse the expression, atom.
Sadly, few amenities are here
Even the toilet’s broken, I fear.
The wash basin is also rather problematic —
It’s dry in the day, but at night the floor becomes aquatic.
We eat at times a little bit:
Saccharin, potatoes — that’s really it.
We have electric light — a weird lamp —
It goes out, and then flares up again — why, I don’t understand.
Now, however, it’s been burning for several days in a row.
And the proletariat is very happy with this lovely glow.
‘Poor seagull…’ from behind the left wall I hear a woman’s voice,
And behind the right one a balalaika sounds for people to rejoice.Architectural details of Mikhail Bulgakov’s room
