The Mysticism of Disputes in the Alexander Garden

On that gloomy autumn day, when the sky over Moscow was covered with grey clouds, Mikhail Bulgakov decided to take a walk around Alexander GardenHere, among the majestic trees and the rustle of fallen leaves, he sought inspiration for his new works.

The garden, as always, was full of tourists, delighted by the beauty of the historical site. Bulgakov walked past, his thoughts occupied with the image of the mysterious woman who was to become the key figure in his new novel. He pondered how to describe her. Obscene ideas were replaced by sublime ones, but he could not find the very image that would touch his soul.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, from behind the thick bushes covered with yellow leaves, a young writer approached him. She stopped next to him, and her gaze, full of determination, was directed at Mikhail. She, too, was looking for inspiration in this garden. But she was not interested in the images, but in the arguments that flared up between men and women about how they saw each other.

The writer was one of those who believed that through debate one could reveal one's true feelings and thoughts. She was attracted to contradictions and gravitated towards them like a moth to a light. Debates about women, about how they see themselves and how men see them, seemed to her the most important topic that could be raised.

Bulgakov, engrossed in conversation, did not notice how it began to rain. Light drops at first barely touched the ground, but soon turned into a dense wall of water. The tourists ran away, leaving them alone with this argument. Water dripped from their hair and clothes, but they continued to stand and argue, not paying attention to the cold and dampness.

The writer insisted that women will always be a mystery to men, and that is their strength. Bulgakov, despite his love for mysticism, believed that the true magic of a woman is in her simplicity and openness.

So, under the sound of rain and the whisper of leaves, they argued, each of them trying to convince the other of their rightness, but at the same time, finding inspiration and new ideas for their works in the dispute. The writer dreamed of how to convey in her books the full depth and complexity of female nature, and Bulgakov already saw in his head the images that would soon come to life on the pages of his new novel.

When the rain had ceased and the garden was quiet again, they went their separate ways, but with the feeling that this dispute had left an indelible mark on their souls.

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