Bulgakov One spring day, in the hour of sunset unusually hot, in Moscow, at the Patriarch's Ponds, there were two citizens. The first of them, dressed in a pair of greyish summer was short, well-fed, bald, its a decent pie hat was carrying in his hand, and on the well-shaven face his supernatural size glasses were placed in a black horn-rimmed glasses. The second - a broad-shouldered, red-haired, shaggy young man with his head cocked to the checkered cap - was a cowboy, chewing white pants and black sneakers. The first was none other than Mikhail Alexandrovich Berlioz, chairman of one of the biggest Moscow literary associations, with the abbreviation Massolit and editor thick art magazine, and his young companion - a poet Ivan Ponyri, writing under the pseudonym of homelessness. as the title of a book?