Brilliant stories that show the growth of a novelist's mind, and the raw material that fed the wild surrealism of Bulgakov's later fictionWith the ink still wet on his diploma, the twentyfiveyearold Dr Mikhail Bulgakov was flung into the depths of freezing rural Russia which, in , was still largely unaffected by such novelties as the motor car, the telephone or electric light How his alterego copes or fails to cope with the new and often appalling responsibilities of a lone doctor in a vast country practice — on the eve of Revolution — is described in Bulgakov's delightful blend of candid realism and imaginative exuberance A Young Doctor's Notebook is a wonderful suite of short stories following a recently graduated doctor as he tackles various medical conditions afflicting the peasants of Russia That is to say the peasants within his particular domain Each story is wonderfully sharp and pointed look at the ways in which this particular doctor tackles the issues he is confronted with, each one told from his sardonic and often flabbergasted perspective There is a hint of irony and humour in how our narrator discusses with himself all the various ways things could go wrong when operating or diagnosing.In many ways this book serves as an insight into the writer himself However, so, it serves as a poignant way of approaching the whole idea of doubt and insecurity from inexperience I know that on a personal level I have experienced similar thoughts to those portrayed by Mikhail Bulgakov through his character My own thoughts have beenlinked to teaching and being able to handle a classroom environment, while the doctor's arelinked to 'can I perform this operation outside of a classroom' or 'have I diagnosed correctly?' However, situations aside, one can see how doubts and lack of selfbelief are similar issues across careers and lifetimes.Whether you are looking for a set of brilliant and connected short story classics to read, or wanting to read something full of thoughtful ideas, I do recommend this It touched me on apersonal level due to the whole connection between the doctor doubting in his ability and I, myself, at times doubting myself I have in the past struggled with public speaking I no longer do so much when I do impromptu, however when I have a planned speech things can be a touch tougher Either way, I believe as fellow readers you will likely find something in this work to appreciate for yourselves. Записки юного врача = Zapiski yonogo vracha = A Country Doctor's Notebook = A Young Doctor's Notebook, Mikhail Bulgakov A Young Doctor's Notebook A Young Doctor's Notes, also known as A Country Doctor's Notebook, is a short story collection by the Russian writer Mikhail Bulgakov The stories were written in the 1920s and inspired by Bulgakov's experiences as a newly graduated young doctor in 191618, practicing in a small village hospital in Smolensk Governorate in revolutionary Russia Stories: The Embroidered TowelThe Steel WindpipeBlack as Egypt's NightBaptism by RotationThe Speckled RashThe BlizzardThe Vanishing EyeMorphineThe MurdererThe Hugh Aplin translation also includes the short story Morphine but does not include The Murderer.تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز هشتم ماه آوریل سال 2012 میلادیعنوان: یادداشتهای یک پزشک جوان؛ نویسنده: میخاییل بولگاگوف؛ مترجم: آبتین گلکار؛ تهران، ماهی، 1391؛ در 209ص و 4ص؛ شابک 9789642091126؛ چاپ دوم 1392؛ چاپ سوم 1393؛ چاپ چهارم و پنجم 1395، چاپ ششم 1396؛ چاپ هفتم و هشتم 1397؛ موضوع داستانهای کوتاه از نویسندگان روسیه سده 20مداستانهآ: «حوله دوزی شده»، «توربین فولادی»، «سیاه به عنوان شب مصر»، «تعمید با چرخش»، «راش پوستی»، «بلیزاد»، «چشم نابینا»، «مورفین»، «قاتل»؛این کتاب «میخاییل بولگاکوف» نیز، خالی از لطف نیست؛ این پزشک، آثاری همچون «دل سگ (قلب سگی)» و «مرشد و مارگاریتا» را، در کارنامه ی خویاش دارند، ایشان مجموعه داستانهای «یادداشتهای یک پزشک جوان» را بر بنیاد یادمانهای دوران خدمت خود در روستای دورافتاده ی «نیکولسکویه»، در ایالت «اسمولنسک» بنگاشته است؛ رخدادهای داستان در دوروبر سالهای انقلاب روسیه (در سال 1917میلادی) رخ میدهند؛ با اینحال همچنانکه از یک روستای دورافتاده میتوان چشم داشت، آشوبهای انقلابی در این کتاب هیچ نشان و نمودی ندارند؛ ا شربیانی I am a doctor, thrown straight from the university bench into a far away village, in the beginning of the revolution.¹¹ EXTRA! EXTRA! Now to be translated to a small screen featuring Daniel Radcliffe And it will be a new black comedy I kid you not I'm still trying to decide how I feel about it.Mikhail Bulgakov, the amazing Russian writer of The Master and Margarita fame, was a medical doctor by training Just like the young protagonist of his semiautobiographical collection of short stories The Notes of a Young Doctor (translated as A Country Doctor's Notebook), he has spent the time of his internship in a country hospital in the middle of nowhere, having to deal with insane patient volume, confusing diagnoses, and plain human stubbornness and stupidity that can make any medical professional's life a living hell And what amazed me is that so many of these things are still present even in our sophisticated modernday medicine Some things never change, do they? We are cut off from people The first gas lights are nine miles away at the railroad station  A train to Moscow would rush by with a whistle without stopping it does not need a Godforsaken station lost in the blizzard  We are alone here.A Country Doctor's Notebook describes the 'highlights' of the internship time of a brandnew young medical graduate Dr Bomgard, sent straight from the medical university in Russia in the winter of 1917 to be the only doctor in a provincial hospital (the staff there consisting of a couple of nurses and a pharmacist) without any supervision or backup save for quite a few medical textbooks and brandnew medical knowledge that he brought with him This gives quite a new meaning to the whole 'thrown in at the deep end' phrase, doesn't it?Well, and what if they bring in a woman in a complicated labor? Or, let's say, a patient with a strangulated hernia? What am I supposed to do then? Please, kindly tell me Fortyeight days ago I graduated with high distinction, but distinction is one thing and hernia is another Once I saw my professor operate on the strangulated hernia He was doing it, and I was sitting in the audience, watching him And that's it I felt cold sweat running along my spinal column when I thought about hernias Every night I sat in the same pose, having drank tea: on my left side, I had all the manuals on operative gynecology, with Dodelein's atlas on top And on my right ten different illustrated surgical manuals.Some of the situations seem almost surreal in their severity and grave danger Picture a young doctor having to perform a maneuver to turn a malpositioned fetus in the mother's womb to save two lives and never having done this procedure before, flipping through the pages of the textbook minutes before the surgery to figure out what the hell he is supposed to do Imagine him performing a tracheostomy (surgically opening a throat to enable breathing) on a small dying child with diphtheria while her frantic mother is waiting outside Think about discovering that your seemingly intelligent patient has taken his entire course of medications all at once (to speed up the healing process, apparently) and now is almost dying in front of your eyes Imagine the entire villages infected with syphilis without having any idea about the disease or its severity, and abandoning lifesaving treatment halfway through at the earliest signs of improvement Think about realizing that your colleague has fallen prey to the deadly morphine addiction, painstakingly documenting the horrific mental and physical destruction (by the way, probably one of the earliest realistic portrayals of narcotic addiction in fiction, and based on personal experience with the drug, no less).I felt defeated, broken, flattened by the cruel fate Fate threw me into this wilderness and made me fight my battles alone, without any support or instruction What unbelievable difficulties I have to suffer through They can bring in any strange or difficult case, most often a surgical case, and I have to face it, with my unshaven face, and win And if you don't win, then you have to suffer and torture yourself like now, riding along a bumpy country road, leaving behind an infant's little corpse and his mother.The young doctor's patients are poor peasants illiterate, superstitious, ignorant of their diseases, frustratingly suspicious of surgeries and other out there treatments After building up a favorable reputation after a miraculous lifesaving amputation on day one, the doctor ends up seeing over a hundred patients daily (that's in addition to the hospitalized patients), often having almost no time to sleep, and often still having to make a house call to a woman dying in labor or a patient too sick to be transported to the hospital, often riding miles in miles in the middle of Russian winter blizzard.After that, I started seeing about a hundred peasants a day I stopped eating dinners Mathematics is a cruel science Let's imagine that I was spending only five minutes five! with every one of my hundred patients Five hundred minutes eight hours and twenty minutes All in a row, please note that And besides that I had a hospital ward for thirty patients And in addition to that, I was still performing surgeries The young doctor/ Bulgakov's alter ego laments the ignorance of his patients that endangers their lives and the lives of their loved ones, facilitates the spread of diseases, and causes harm and grief And yet, so unlike the doctor stereotype of that longgone era he exhibits astounding patience and perseverance, fighting the uphill battle and actually succeeding with every life saved, every disaster averted These stories are often sad but at the same time lifeaffirming And I happily give this book about my colleague almost a hundred years ago, facing similar problems that we encounter even in modern medicine, five wellearned stars.In a bout of inspiration, I opened a clinic patient roster and began counting I counted for an hour In a year I have seen 15,613 patients, I had 200 hospitalized patients, and only six died. The title of A Country Doctor’s Notebook tells everything about the subject of the book…How does it feel when a young doctor – an absolute greenhorn – just after the university in the capital city finds himself in the sticks where everything depends on him?Where has the world disappeared to today, my birthday? Where, oh where are the electric lights of Moscow? Where are the people, where is the sky? I look out of my windows at nothing but darkness…We are cut off; the nearest kerosene lanterns are seven miles away at the railway station, and even their flickering light has probably been blown out by the snowstorm The midnight express to Moscow rushes moaning past and does not even stop; it has no need of this forlorn little halt, buried in snow – except perhaps when the line is blocked by drifts.The nearest street lamps are thirtytwo miles away in the district town Life there is sweet: it has a cinema, shops While the snow is whirling and howling out here in the open country, there on the screen, no doubt, the canebrake is bending to the breeze and palm trees sway as a tropical island comes into view…Meanwhile we are alone.‘Black as Egypt’s night,’ observed Demyan Lukich, as he raised the blind.His remarks are somewhat solemn but apt Egyptian is the word for it.In spite of his inexperience, the doctor boldly faces ailments and traumas and his will helps him to surmount the obstacles and to becomeprofessional and skillfu… And he even manages to fight the endemic ignorance of the locals.And now a whole year has passed While it lasted it seemed endlessly varied, multifarious, complex and terrible, although I now realise that it has flown by like a hurricane I stare into the mirror and see the traces that it has left on my face There isseverity and anxiety in my eyes, the mouth isconfident and manly, while the vertical wrinkle between my eyebrows will remain for a lifetime – as long, in fact, as my memories I can see them as I look in the mirror, chasing each other in headlong succession.And Morphine is a story about a young life ruined by drug addiction.A man of a strong willpower hardships make stronger and a man of a weak willpower they destroy.