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  • 00000101000635320068381700683643009858270101253503644137
    ananas 27.01.2008 - 12:50:05 level: 1 UP New
    Autor/Author: Bulgakov, Michail
    Nazov/Title: Psie srdce
    Jazyk/Language: czech
    Medium: PDB zipped
    Velkost/Size: 111 kB
    Klucove slova/keywords: bulgakov, fantastice, satire
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    klr kdd 10.12.2005 - 18:03:27 level: 1 UP [2K] New
    Autor: Mikhail Bulgakov
    Title: Mistr a Markétka
    Size: 705 kB
    Language: Czech
    Type: WinZip file
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  • 00000101000635320068381700683643009858270101253501036012
    Michail Afanasjevič Bulgakov (1891-1940)
    Ruský prozaik a dramatik, původním povoláním byl lékař (psal tzv. "lékařské povídky"), později novinář. Narodil se v Kyjevě. Po maturitě (1909) vystudoval lékařskou fakultu (1916). V letech 1930-36 dělal asistenta režie v legendárním 'Moskevském uměleckém divadle'. Své první hry Bulgakov později spálil, některé byly zakázány. Historii a současnost zobrazoval nezjednodušeně, využíval prvků grotesky, ukazoval tragické rozpory v psychologii postav, které nepřijaly revoluci. Vrcholem jeho tvorby se stalo filosofické románové podobenství o osudu umělce v dehumanizovaném společenském systému, paralelně rozvíjející parafrázi biblického příběhu a faustovského tématu a zkarikovaný, fantaskně groteskní obraz mravů meziválečné Moskvy. Pranýřoval brutalitu totalitního myšlení. Zemřel v Moskvě.

    Poviedka Pohar Zivota: http://www.zionmag.cz/text.php?id=563
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    Prospero 20.07.2004 - 16:35:37 level: 1 UP New
    o cloveku so psim srdcom
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    Prospero 20.07.2004 - 16:29:14 level: 1 UP New
    'But here is a question that is troubling me: if there is no God, then,
    one may ask, who governs human life and, in general, the whole order of
    things on earth?'
    'Man governs it himself,' Homeless angrily hastened to reply to this
    admittedly none-too-clear question.
    'Pardon me,' the stranger responded gently, 'but in order to govern,
    one needs, after all, to have a precise plan for a certain, at least
    somewhat decent, length of time. Allow me to ask you, then, how can man
    govern, if he is not only deprived of the opportunity of making a plan for
    at least some ridiculously short period - well, say, a thousand years - but
    cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow?
    'And in fact,' here the stranger turned to Berlioz, 'imagine that you,
    for instance, start governing, giving orders to others and yourself,
    generally, so to speak, acquire a taste for it, and suddenly you get ...hem
    ... hem ... lung cancer ...' -- here the foreigner smiled sweetly, and if
    the thought of lung cancer gave him pleasure -- 'yes, cancer' -- narrowing
    his eyes like a cat, he repeated the sonorous word -- 'and so your governing
    is over!
    'You are no longer interested in anyone's fate but your own. Your
    family starts lying to you. Feeling that something is wrong, you rush to
    learned doctors, then to quacks, and sometimes to fortune-tellers as well.
    Like the first, so the second and third are completely senseless, as you
    understand. And it all ends tragically: a man who still recently thought he
    was governing something, suddenly winds up lying motionless in a wooden box,
    and the people around him, seeing that the man lying there is no longer good
    for anything, burn him in an oven.
    'And sometimes it's worse still: the man has just decided to go to
    Kislovodsk' - here the foreigner squinted at Berlioz - 'a trifling matter,
    it seems, but even this he cannot accomplish, because suddenly, no one knows
    why, he slips and falls under a tram-car! Are you going to say it was he who
    governed himself that way? Would it not be more correct to think that he was
    governed by someone else entirely?' And here the unknown man burst into a
    strange little laugh.
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