
Smoke-coloured little animal,
gleaming in the light of the
lamp with its lampshade.
Naked! Naked!
Rivulets of rain were
creeping down the
window panes.
His eyes sparkled,
looking in baskets
for black caviar.
•
[Mikhail Bulgakov’s ‘Black Snow’]
Writing by Courtenay Schembri Gray

Smoke-coloured little animal,
gleaming in the light of the
lamp with its lampshade.
Naked! Naked!
Rivulets of rain were
creeping down the
window panes.
His eyes sparkled,
looking in baskets
for black caviar.
•
[Mikhail Bulgakov’s ‘Black Snow’]