The White Guard
From the album “Illustrations by Andrey Nikolaev”
On the second of February, a black figure with a shaved head covered by a black silk cap walked through the Turbin apartment. It was Turbin himself, resurrected. He had changed dramatically. On his face, at the corners of his mouth, two folds seemed to have dried forever, his skin was waxy, and his eyes were sunken in shadows and had become permanently unsmiling and gloomy.