Belozerskaya Lyubov Evgeniyevna (1895-1987).

The second wife became an excellent assistant in the work of Bulgakov. She was an invaluable source of information about the white emigration, as she herself went all the difficult way from Odessa to Paris through Constantinople. Her memoirs formed the basis of the play “Running” (“The Flight”). She translated Molière’s books from French. Pages of such plays as “The Cabal of the Hypocrites”, “Adam and Eve”, as well as the pages of the first edition of the novel “The Master and Margarita”, then still without Margarita, were written by her hand under the dictation of the author.

Together with Belozerskaya, Bulgakov plunged into all the joys of the social life of the famous writer. He dresses well, plays billiards for money, visits restaurants, theatres, resorts, and generally squanders money. Belozerskaya knew a lot about all these entertainments. She gave him access to a wide circle of her acquaintances from the creative intelligentsia and the top of the Red Army. Life with Lyubov Evgenievna falls on the most financially successful period of his life. She was able to give him the opportunity to enjoy the fullness of being, which he certainly aspired to.

But with all this, Belozerskaya never devoted herself entirely to Bulgakov and his work. She was an absolutely independent and self-sufficient woman, with a wide range of interests from driving a car (she is the first woman to drive a car in Moscow) to riding. Belozerskaya was fond of everything, anything, but not the house. Living with her, Bulgakov had too much social life, but lacked the banal comfort and home warmth. But Bulgakov and his writing were only a fragment of her turbulent, eventful life.

And if Bulgakov could not forgive his first wife for not taking him out of Vladikavkaz when he was ill, then his second wife offended him mortally. Belozerskaya loved to talk on the phone, and once Bulgakov asked her to speak more quietly, as she interfered with his work. To which Belozerskaya, without thinking twice, replied: “Relax and show some patience, you are not Dostoevsky.” From that moment on, the fate of the marriage was sealed. They dispersed peacefully, Bulgakov gave his wife a decent allowance, settling in the same house where he himself lived.