Mikhail Afanasyevich
Bulgakov arrived in Moscow around the 20th of September 1921. He did
not remember the exact day, which he later lamented in his diary,
Scale model of apartment No. 50
It’s a pity that I don’t remember exactly what day of September I arrived in Moscow two years ago. Two years! Has much changed during this time? Of course, a lot of things. But still, I celebrate the second anniversary in the same room and with the same personal issues.
The room Bulgakov mentions was located in communal apartment No. 50 at 10 Bolshaya Sadovaya Street. In the early 1920s, the capital was in the midst of a housing crisis, and it was difficult to find an apartment. Mikhail Bulgakov was lucky: his sister Nadezhda and her husband Andrey Zemsky were just leaving Moscow and offered him to move into their apartment. So, Bulgakov ended up in communal apartment No. 50.
The housing association was not happy about the unexpected appearance of a new tenant and for a long time did not want to register either Bulgakov or his wife Tatiana Lappa. Bulgakov complained in letters to his family, “Probably (or maybe not), one of these days they will try to evict me, but they will meet resistance on my part…” — from Mikhail Bulgakov’s letter to his sister Nadezhda Zemskaya dated April 18, 1922.
In desperation, Bulgakov wrote a letter to Nadezhda Konstantinovna Krupskaya, who at that time held the position of chairman of the Main Political Committee of the People’s Commissariat for Education. She sent a note to the housing association. Afterward, the aspiring writer was registered in apartment No. 50.
…Then, at 10:15 pm, in the corridor, a rooster thrice crowed. A rooster is nothing special. Indeed… a man living one-and-a-half years in the corridor of No. 50 you will not in any way astonish. It wasn’t the fact of the unexpected appearance of a rooster that frightened me, but rather the circumstance that the rooster sang at ten p.m. A rooster is not a nightingale that in the prewar times sang at dawn. — Did these villains really get a rooster drunk?.. Following upon the entrance flourish began an unbroken howling from the rooster…