#Margarita Nikolaevna

[karaviav]

(im @ex-karaviav reuploading my stuff!!)

the master and margarita shitpost ft behemoth the demon cat 🦀

[namedafterflowerstournament]

Botanic Tournament : Near Misses Bracket !

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[hercorrupterofwords]

margarita nikolaevna is so funny to me.

like literally, she has spent an entire night flying around moscow on a broom, after having become a witch and having used magic cream, she has seen her friend riding a flying pig, she was escorted in a car driven by a raven, and she didn't bat an eye.

but then?? she goes to woland's house and the only thing that she comments on is the fact that the apartment is not lighted and unnaturally big. As if that was the oddest thing that had happened to her that night??

[plumaserija]

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

POV; Where’s Waldo but make it Romanov edition:

I’ll give you time to figure it out *hint, it’s Olga that your trying to find*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ahem i present to you~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SHE IS IN THE FREAKING CURTAINS! HAHAHAHAHA

Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna hiding in the curtains at Evpatoria in 1916, surrounded by her family, Tsar Nicholas II, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna, Grand Duchesses Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia Nikolaevna, and Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich

Also featured is Anna Vyrubova (friend of the family), and Margarita “Rita” Khitorovo (friend of OT and fellow Sister of Mercy)

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Rare photo of Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia with their friend Margarita “Rita” Khitorovo (middle), 1915-16

[loiladadiani]

Grand Duchesses Maria and Anastasia Nicholaevna of Russia with Princesses Margarita and Theodora of Greece and Denmark in 1908

The girls were first cousins once removed. Margarita and Theodora were elder sisters of the future Phillip, Duke of Edinburg, visiting Russia for the wedding of Maria Pavlovna.

[otmaaromanovas]

Extract of a letter from Olga Nikolaevna to her best friend, Rita.

"Well, goodbye dear Rita. [I] kiss you hard. Tatiana sends her regards.

Loving you, Olga.

God bless you.

SOURCE: Letter from Olga Nikolaevna to her best friend Margarita 'Rita' Sergeevna Khitrovo, 1914

[karaviav]

(im @ex-karaviav reuploading my stuff!!)

today i raise you: margo the witch queen from the master and margarita 🫀🐈‍⬛🥂

[worldoftheromanovs]

OTMA pulling a carriage carrying Alexei, Margarita and Theodora of Greece at Friedberg Palace in September-October 1910

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Botanic Tournament : Near Misses Bracket !

Round 2 Poll 1

[nerrissadevampyre]

I just realized that the reason I absolutely adore the Master and Margarita it's because it's a book that is purely "me":

I come from a family where people have been having truly interesting lives: and no matter what i did i never lived up to their definition of "interesting", thus always feeling alienated from them. That led me to some serious self-rejection and a mental illness that requires psychiatric help, just because of my perception. With that being said, everyone bloody loves classical literature: they can go on for hours about it. But none of them had ever heard of that book here. Sure, they had heard of Faust but never about the Devil going to Moscow to set up a magic show and host a magnificent ball....Never knew who Bulgakov was or what his life was like...They had no erudite commentary about this work of classic literature.

And so when I found out about it at 15, i felt for the first time that i can enjoy things that they don't know (or may even approve of). I can have my own opinions on things. And some years later, Fate gives me the chance to learn Russian for free through a university course.... And when I ordered the textbooks for this year's work, the people from the bookstore had put in there a bookmark with Bulgakov's name and basic information and some minimal drawings based on the book.

After all this, that book is part of my discovery of self-identity: it's a reminder that there's always a way out even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to not take things too seriously all the time. The Master and Margarita will always be a hymn to love, the fragility of life and achieving of peace with oneself. And even if my parents or family don't like it, that's alright. I can't be like them. But I can certainly be like me.

Ladies and Gentlemen and Esteemed People, I urge you to read this book once in your life.

[hairenya]

We have character day today and it’s a disaster lmao

1) I couldn’t do stuffed animal surgery in time so I just have like a weird lion ring thing? Which really hurts.

2) I’m the only one who dressed up

3) Even in a gold cup, Mountain Dew code red looks nothing like actual blood

4) Writing in Greek on my forehead was a complete fucking failure so I just drew an orange star.

5) Idk how to braid my hair

6) one of the seams on my tit is fraying

7) I have to stop drinking the rest of the Mountain Dew since it’s a prop

8) My nose ring is somewhere idk

9) My cape keeps getting caught in my desk chair

10) The kids keep asking me who I’m dressed as and I’m definitely going to have to have an awkward conversation if I answer honestly so I’ve just been lying and saying I’m a Greek deity

11) They also keep guessing I’m a witch which is their go to and I’m beginning to question things

12) I had exactly one coworker who I thought would guess who I was because he’s an ex pastor and I don’t even see him today because we don’t have planning or inclusion and I also don’t know how annoyed by this costume he’ll be

13) I have a crush on him too and I’m wearing a shirt under my dress because it’s a middle school and so I look less sexy and much more dorky 

14) It’s really hard to actually pull off a Whore of Babylon costume when you feel insecure all the time

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna with her friend and fellow Sister of Mercy (nurse) Margarita “Rita” Khitorovo, Evpatoria Crimea 1916

“Monday, 16th May. “…In the afternoon went to Anya’s dacha . Rita was there too. Sat on a marvelous beach near the sea, hunted for seashells. Had tea on her balcony. Returned at 6 o’clock…”

— Diary of Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna

Bonus! Hand tinted version by one of OTMA

[romanovsonelastdance]

Romanov relatives: Theodora of Greece & Berthold of Baden.

Both Romanov descendants, Theodora was the granddaughter of Grand Duchess Olga Konstantinovna and one of the elder sisters of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh; Berthold was the great-grandson of Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna, daughter of Nicholas I. They are pictured here with their children Margarita and Max.

[bucoliqves]

How love saved The Master and Margarita

(aka Bulgakov and Nyurenberg's story)

Mikhail Bulgakov and Elena Shilovskaya (née Nyurenberg) met for the first time in 1929 when they were both married - to Lubov Belozerskaya and Yevgeny Shilovskiy respectively.

To quote Elena herself, "I was simply the wife of lieutenant-general Shilovsky, a wonderful, very noble man. It was what they call a happy family: a husband with a high position, two beautiful sons. In general everything was fine. But when I met Bulgakov I knew that this was my fate, in spite of everything, in spite of the incredibly difficult tragedy of separation. It was fast, unusually fast, at any rate for me, love to last my whole life."

She tried everything to avoid him; but then, when they met a year and a half later, the first thing he said to her was "I can't live without you." They began an affair.

In February 1931, Elena's husband found out about their relationship. He demanded they broke it off, and for the sake of their children she never spoke to Bulgakov again for almost a year.

When he met her again, in June 1932, their love was renewed. Elena ran away with him and her children. Bulgakov wrote to Shilovskiy begging him to let Elena go, and after much persistence he finally accepted.

Elena's older son went to live with his father, while her youngest stayed with her. Bulgakov took him under his wing and cared for him like his own child. He divorced Lubov Belozerskaya in October 1932 and married Elena on the next day.

During their honeymoon, while the couple was staying at a hotel in Leningrad, Bulgakov told Elena about a novel he had begun to write years before and that he had burned down in 1930. He had lost all hope for this book, until Elena entered his life. Then, his inspiration had returned. He picked up pen and paper, and started scribbling. When Elena asked him what he was doing, he replied that he was rewriting the book. It was all in his head. But this time, he wanted to add a new character to the story.

Despite being rich and beautiful, Margarita Nikolaevna is not happy at all. Her life is boring and meaningless, until she meets a troubled nameless writer, for whose sake she'll make a deal with the Devil himself. Elena had become the prototype for one of his main characters.

Bulgakov finished editing The Master and Margarita a few weeks before his death with Elena's help. He had been sick and bed ridden for a long time. After he passed, Elena wrote in her diary; "March 10th, 1940. Misha has died."

Elena - who had become Bulgakov's personal secretary and biggest supporter - fought to see her husband's latest, most brilliant work published. She knew it was an impossible task, considering the contents of the book, and their friends tried to discourage her, but she wasn't going to give up on Bulgakov.

First, she tried publishing it on a popular literary newspaper, the Moskva. But the abridged, censored version that got printed was so awful that she eventually stepped back.

Elena kept the manuscript under lock and key for years, and then, in 1967, she finally got it published in France. The first complete version of the novel was released in the Soviet Union in 1973, but illegal copies of it had already been going around for years.

The Master and Margarita was an immediate success. Everyone from all over the world was praising its genius and wit. Eugenio Montale, one of Italy's most important poets and translators of the time, called it "a true miracle".

Margarita - the real Margarita - had once again saved her Master, not letting his name fade away in the mist of time.

The manuscript hadn't burned.