Optron #19 02 октября 1998

Самиздат

Lit. Page - MA Story Bulgakov's "How it was done before."

Infarh


  Despite the fact that the number "OPTRON"
entirely devoted to the Festival, we did not
could leave "Litstranichku" empty.

  Bring to your attention one short
story. Perhaps it will cause in authorship
you have some confusion, so let me explain.

  The fact that this story was told by Mikhail Bulgakov in the 
narrow circle of friends. But it is not lost in time: from Words

widow of the writer learned Chudakova M., and
subsequently issued.

  Should not take it literally or
how nostalgic. We only found
here are some very amusing resemblance to
current events.

  In general, the failures have always pursued
the true artists. Only one
times it was a stupid bosses, and in
others - "fallen" server.


         As was previously

     (M. Bulgakov. From unwritten)

M. Chudakova. Biography of Michael
Bulgakov. - Moscow: Book, 1988. - S.579-583.


  Stalin:

  - It's boring to me without my Miho (Michael
Bulgakov - Ed.) And do not go there to
Arts Festival?

  Calls in the theater:

  - Chief director to me! ... Stalin said ... Pachemu malchish? 
.. How - died? .. Only that? People are nervnye ... Well,

Okay, say it to his deputy, that
coming soon.

  Ring up of all members of the Politburo, then
Berry calls:

  - Well, are you koneshno, everything is overheard
Give so that car!

  Berry - ENG-zhzhzh! - Gives the car. All
seated. At the last moment -
ENG-zhzhzh! - Plane arrives Zhdanov.

  Stalin:

  - And, had the same! Well, there is no place in the car,
so just sit on my lap, you're small.

  Zhdanov faints.

  Come to the theater just in time for the top musical 
competition. 

  Participants - in extreme agitation. Trying their best, 
mentally twirling in jackets holes for the orders. In the 
government box - silence. 

  Stalin (after submission):

  - It is necessary, comrades, to conduct peer
meeting. I do not like to put pressure on the opinions of 
others, say it - the cacophony, confusion in music, and ask 
friends to make completely self-opinion. Voroshilov, what do 
you think? 

  Voroshilov:

  - So, vashestvo, I think it's -
confusion.

  Stalin:

  - Sit down beside me, Klim, sit down!
Well, you, Molotov, what do you think?

  Molotov:

  - I vvashe vvelichestvo, I think that it is
kkakofoniya.

  Stalin:

  - Well, okay, he went to stutter, I hear it!
Sit down here, near Clim. Well, he thinks our Zionist?

  Kaganovich:

  - I think so, Vvashe Majesty that
this cacophony and confusion together!

  Stalin:

  - Mikoyan I will not ask for it
only in cans sense knows. Well,
Okay, just do not fall! And you, Budyonny
what do you say?

  Budyonny (stroking his mustache):

  - Ruban them all right!

  Stalin:

  - Well, so immediately and rubai? What a you
hot! Get closer! Well, comrades,
all expressed their views, agreed. Very well have passed peer
meeting ... (Reproachfully) And you, Zhdanov, all
shouted: "Soviet Music" Rise! "

  Zhdanov faints.

  The next morning in "Pravda" appears devastating
Zhdanov's paper: "Muddle Instead of Music." In
It is repeated several times the word "cacophony."