A lovely day it was - with nice talks, long walks and hot mocha coffee. Back to studies tomorrow - and I am a bit annoyed, not by this fact, but because I have a 3-hour-gap between two lectures and I have no clue what am I supposed to do - to go home or just wander around? Hmmmmm.

Bulgakov's house is athmosperic and cosy and the black cat called Behemoth (guess why!) that lives there is huge and lazy - as always. I love this place. I love his novels and stories. I love Bulgakov.