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For some reason, cats are usually addressed familiarly, though no cat has ever drunk bruderschaft with anyone.

Mikhail Bulgakov

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Mikhail Bulgakov
Age: 48 †
Born: 1891
Born: May 15
Died: 1940
Died: March 10
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Mikhael Bulgakov
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov
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