Rus roman ve oyun yazari Mihail Afansyevic Bulgakov'un dogum yil donumu ( 15 Mayis 1891)
"Kartlariniz?" diye tekrarladi yine kadin."Guzelim..." diye basladi Korovyev oksayici bir sesle. "Ben guzel muzel degilim" diye onun sozunu kesti kadin. "Ama soyleyin bana: Dostoyevski'nin yazar olduguna inanmak icin kendisinden kimlik karti mi istemeniz gerekirdi? Hicbir kimlik karti gerekmeksizin rastgele bir eserinden bes yaprak alin, karsinizdaki adamin yazar oldugunu hemen anlarsiniz. Hem, onun bir kimlik karti edindigini de hic sanmiyorum! Sen ne dersin?" diye sordu Korovyev Behennot'a. Gazocagini kalin defterin yanina birakmis, isten kararan alnini silmekle ugraşan Behennot, "Hayati boyunca yazar oldugunu gösterir bir kimlik karti bulunmadigina bahse girerim!" dedi. Korovyev'in mantık orgusu karsisinda iyiden iyiye sasiran kadin, "Siz Dostoyevski degilsiniz" dedi. "Hah hah ha! Kim bilir, kim bilir?" diye soylendi Korovyev. "Dostoyevski oldu" dedi kadin. "Protesto ediyorum!" diye atesli bir sesle haykirdi Behennot. "Dostoyevski olumsuzdur!" "Kimlik kartlariniz yoldaslar" dedi kadin. Bir turlu inadindan vazgecmeyen Korovyev, "Insaf edin, artik bu is gulunc olmaya basladi" dedi. "Bir yazar, kimligini kartiyla degil yazdiklariyla ispatlar. Kafamda ust uste yigilan tasarilar hakkinda ne biliyorsunuz? Ya da su kafanin icinde biriken tasarilar hakkinda?" Ustat ile Margarita
"Where are your membership cards? ' the woman repeated.'Dear lady . . .' Koroviev began tenderly. 'I'm not a dear lady,' interrupted the woman.'Oh, what a shame,' said Koroviev in a disappointed voice and went on : ' Well, if you don't want to be a dear lady, which would have been delightful, you have every right not to be. But look here--if you wanted to make sure that Dostoyevsky was a writer, would you really ask him for his membership card? Why, you only have to take any five pages of one of his novels and you won't need a membership card to convince you that the man's a writer. I don't suppose he ever had a membership card, anyway I What do you think?' said Koroviev, turning to Behemoth.'I'll bet he never had one,' replied the cat, putting the Primus on the table and wiping the sweat from its brow with its paw."You're not Dostoyevsky,' said the woman to Koroviev."˜ How do you know? ''Dostoyevsky's dead,' said the woman, though not very confidently.'I protest! ' exclaimed Behemoth warmly. ' Dostoyevsky is immortal!' 'Your membership cards, please,' said the woman. 'This is really all rather funny! ' said Koroviev, refusing to give up. 'A writer isn't a writer because he has a membership card but because he writes. How do you know what bright ideas may not be swarming in my head? Or in his head? "


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