My writing is progressing slowly, but at least it's moving forward. I'm sure that's the case. The only problem is that I'm never absolutely certain that what I've written is any good. Mikhail Bulgakov absolutelycaseforward Change image and share on social
Once in 1919, when I was traveling at night by train, I wrote a short story. In the town where the train stopped, I took the story to the publisher of the newspaper who published the story. Mikhail Bulgakov newspapernightpublish Change image and share on social
